New Day, New Release

As you open your eyes, the first thing you feel is your splitting headache. The pain is nearly unbearable, and your vision swims.

Damn. Did I forget to drink enough water or something last night? You wonder to yourself. You'd probably remember, but replaying your memories just brings pain, and focusing on a single thought is like trying to navigate through a heavy fog.

Slowly, and somewhat painfully, you manage to peel yourself out from your futon, and get dressed. You faintly feel the sensation of hunger as you re-enter the Fukadas' living room. You can just barely make out Mrs. Fukada standing over what looks to be the kitchen counter as you flop down onto one of the cushions surrounding the low dining table.

"Good Morning, Ken-kun! I hope you had a good rest last night!" You manage to hear her say.

"Y-Yeah. I slept well..." You **** out in reply.

Evidently, Mrs. Fukada noticed something strange in your voice, because she comes over to check on you. You feel something cool touch your forehead. It takes you a second to realise it's her hand checking your temperature.

"Oh dear, you're very warm!" She announces in concern. "Your fever must be acting up. You need some Japanese tea and some release, don't you?"

"Y-Yes please..." Your mind is swimming, so you agree without a second's thought.

Mrs Fukada hurries back to the kitchen, and a few minutes later returns with a cup of steaming hot japanese green tea. As you begin sipping the hot liquid (which makes you feel cooler, ironically), the haze in your mind is pierced as you feel Mrs. Fukada unzip your pants and fish out your cock. It's somehow still erect, despite your typical Morning Wood not lasting more than five minutes after you wake up.

Mrs. Fukada begins to rub your dick just as she did last night, but just as she gets going, words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

"Use...your tits."

Mrs. Fukada pauses as she hears your command, before giving a cheerful nod. Your vision comes into focus just in time to see her unbutton her cardigan and pull it and her shirt off, revealing her breasts encased in a functional white bra.

"Sorry. I didn't know you liked my breasts, so I didn't put on anything nicer." Mrs. Fukada says with a small giggle when she notices your stare.

Your mind tries to commit the image before you to memory, but fails before Mrs. Fukada lifts her bra up, letting her breasts bounce free.

Oh my god.

There they were in their uncovered glory for you to see. Big mounds, tipped with perfect nipples, hanging slightly teardrop-shaped off her torso. With her half naked, you guessed that her breasts were at least DD-cups, maybe even larger than that.

Without thinking, your hands reach forward to fondle Mrs. Fukada's tits. The sensation of your hands sinking into their softness and your thumbs rubbing her nipples are far more real than anything you dreamed last night.

"I'm glad you enjoy my breasts, Ken-kun," Mrs. Fukada comments. "But please, I still need to give you release."

Reluctantly, you remove your hands from her breasts, and allow her to shuffle closer to you. Holding her tits, she easily enfulges your cock in their size, and starts stroking them up and down. By this point, you have had a handjob by Mrs. Fukada and a blowjob from Emiru, but you're still taken aback by how this new sensation feels.

Beginning at a steady pace, Mrs. Fukada slowly begins to speed up, stroking the full length of your shaft. It doesn't take long for you to reach your climax, but this time, you're far too lost in bliss to warn her, causing you to explode on her face and her breasts.

"Oh! I'm-I'm so sorry! I forgot to warn you..." As your mind begins to clear, you realise what you've done and a slight guilt washes over you. "Please, let me get a tissue..."

"No, no, don't worry." Mrs. Fukada reassures you. She very skillfully wipes a finger around her face and her breasts, scooping up all your cum, and then puts it into her mouth, sucking it all off like a weird lollypop.

"Oh dear, my bra is dirty now." Mrs. Fukada comments as she stands up and turns her back to you.

Your eyes widen as you see her reach around her back, then unhook and take off her bra, before redressing in her regular shirt and cardigan. You can just barely see the tips of her breasts poking out of the thin clothing apparel.

"I'll have to do some laundry today..." She muses, picking up the soiled undergarment. Turning around, she notices your staring. "Is something wrong?"

"Uh, n-no...It's just...I think you look good like that." You say, trying to come up with an excuse.

Mrs. Fukada once again processes what you said for a second, before smiling again.

"Oh, you mean without my bra? I used to do it a lot, but then my breasts grew and it started to hurt. But I can do it again if it'll help you with your fever. I'll be sure to tell Emiru to do the same!"

Fuck. Maybe your Japanese wasn't as good as you thought after all.

Author's Note: I saw a couple of people posting some encouraging comments on the bathroom chapter a few days ago, and I wanted to take the time to say thank you to them; hearing your thoughts and your encouragements really makes me want to continue writing. I hope you're all enjoying the branch so far. Never expected to be doing this so consistently lol. I've got a few less erotic chapters planned out from here, but I might be able to slip a quickie in there if the opportunity presents itself.