Mitsuki Gets a New Perspective...

Her eyes wide with shock, Mitsuki looks over the fully bimbofied woman. The once out of shape and rather overworked looking single mother stretching her tight apron, her tits full and heaving. Inko's pink eyes sparkle, the energy within her that used to scare her now the driving **** behind her actions.

Giggling warmly, the curvaceous woman reaches an arm out, curling a finger as she beckons Mitsuki and Masaru. "You know..." She starts. "I was totally coming here to make some cookies like we planned... but seeing you two like this... Mmm~ You wanna play a little first? Maybe bring you up to speed a little?"

Masaru is the first to break, his cock springing up under his pants at her call. He never had the strongest will... always following Mitsuki, and even now, Inko's last order brought him to fuck her in the bathroom. He smirks, taking a step past his wife to the goddess before him.

"Ah ah!" Inko shakes her head, that warm smile never leaving. "Are you forgetting something?"

Masaru grits his teeth, wondering what she means. "Wha-" He looks to his left, and sees the unease in his wife's face. "Oh... honey? What's wrong?" He asks, the lewd situation unfolding before him becoming increasingly more normal to his tainted brain.

Glancing back to him, Mitsuki crosses her arms, using all her effort to look away from Inko and into Masaru's eyes. "Are you serious?" She asks, panic rising in her voice. "What the hell is happening? I thought we were just going to bake... not... fuck, this is wrong, we shouldn't be-"

"Mitsuki?" Inko cuts the stage 1 woman off, tilting her head in faux confusion. "Is something wrong?" She juts out her lip, the innocence in her voice actually working to catch Mitsuki off guard.

Across the room, with the volume still on, the Bakugo's TV plays. Tuned to a local news station, a reporter sits in the studio, her look very serious as she reads the notes in front of her. "Due to the recent outbreak in Musutafu, local authorities are ordering everyone to stay in their homes. If you see anyone that looks different... more alluring... even if you already know and trust them... do not let them close." The message is part of a 15 minute long broadcast loop, one that has been playing for a little over an hour.

The message is dire... yet with their own distractions taking their full attention, it falls on deaf ears as the trio continues on. Inko licks her lips, watching happily as Masaru moves behind Mitsuki. "I'm sorry dear..." He says with a faint smile. "I know how stressed you've been lately, all the calls about Katsumi's behavior at school lately... but that's why I scheduled something between you and Inko, remember?" He places his hands on her shoulders, massaging them lightly.

Sighing, Mitsuki raises a hand to his, leaning into his touch. Her body is on fire, heating up even more as he begins to slide his grip lower... moving down her torso until they rest on her hips. "Yeah... I guess so... shit, it just feels like something is off- huh?"

With one slick motion, Masaru grabs Mitsuki's shirt. Already tight around her waist and exposing her midriff, he pulls the fabric up, removing it in a mere moment. Mitsuki gasps, her chest suddenly free to the cool air. Only now does she process the fact that she never put on a bra, as she instinctively goes to cover herself with her hands. "Masaru!" She whines.

Giggling, Inko leans back into the couch, her legs spread as she grabs onto one of her heaving tits. "Fuck... what a loving husband~" She purrs. "Masaru, thanks so much for putting this together babe, would you like a treat for all your effort?" She asks, looking down to her chest.

Without hesitation, his eyes light up. "Absolutely!" He moves from behind Mitsuki, his hand roaming around her back, giving her ass one last squeeze before leaving her side. "Come join us babe..." He says with a renewed confidence. "Her milk is so much better than you'd think."

Mitsuki watches as he sits with Inko, her husband leaning into the motherly heap of titflesh, looking into the woman's eyes as he latches on. The sight is appalling... or at least it should be... But this whole time, the air in the livingroom has had a strange sweetness to it, one that has been eroding at her will. Mitsuki blushes, and moans softly. Her eyelids flutter as her nipples form stiff peaks on her chest. Inside, she's conflicted... this is so wrong on so many levels... but she can't deny how much she wants to join Masaru... Leaning forward, Mitsuki puts her weight on the coffee table, looking into space as she goes through everything in her head.

"You sure you don't wanna join Mitsuki? I know a thirsty girl when I see one~" Inko asks one final time.

With one final breath, Mitsuki closes her eyes, before standing up straight. She glances to the windows, making sure no one can see her, as she takes a tentative step forward. "Maybe just for a bit... before we start cooking..."

Both Inko and Masaru cheer the wife on as she steps up and sits down beside Inko, leaning into the buxom woman. The scent of her milk is even stronger, the effect already wrapping around her as she takes Inko into her mouth.

With her arms encasing the couple, Inko rubs her thighs together and closes her eyes. She purrs. "Good babies~"