Talk to a REAL host family

The morning began with someone actively calling the griefer's phone while he slept in the arms of a powerless Japanese beauty.

Having picked up the phone, Demian realized he'd made a mistake in the host family's address. A bunch of messages were curt and dissatisfied, from his real family, the one he was supposed to be staying with.

It was the house next door.

"Oops."

Glancing at the Japanese woman in his arms, Demian shrugged, tossing her aside on the bed. She didn't even flinch, continuing to sleep. He'd knocked all the stamina out of her.

"Let's call it a pleasant surprise. At least I'll have a roommate to fuck."

It didn't take him long to get up, get dressed, and leave the house, heading to the right house. There, an adult Japanese woman in a formal office suit met him, frowning at him.

Perhaps this was the first Japanese woman who looked at him without adoration and lust. There was anger and discontent.

"Because of you, I had to postpone a dozen meetings to meet you," she said coldly.

"Forgive me, a slight mistake with the address."

"Yeah, right." She glared angrily, approaching him and jabbing her fingers into his chest. "Remember, unlike those other whores, neither I nor my daughters are interested in this white debauchery. My career and their studies come first. And you will not distract them, understand?"

"I have a license."

"Use it on anyone but my family, pervert." She lashed out sternly. "One complaint is enough to revoke your license and kick you out of the country. And I will make sure that complaint reaches the right people, understand?"

"Crystal," Damian raised his hands.

"My daughters, innocent, pure flowers, and just try to touch them with a finger or anywhere else. I will destroy you. Understood?"

Demian remained silent as he approached the door of the house. Among all the houses, this one stood out a bit for its obvious wealth. Several stories, fine decoration, and large doors.

The doors opened before them as a petite but busty Japanese girl emerged. The MILF's cold face softened and gentle, looking at the short-sleeved, large-breasted woman in a maid outfit.

"Hello, dear, are you playing theater actors at home again?" the older woman asked warmly.

"That's right, Okaa-san, today I'm a maid," the girl smiled innocently, her breasts shaking in her ample cleavage. There was definitely no bra. "And this is our guest?"

"That's right." She snorted, "Demian Griferson will be staying with us. Temporarily."

"So he's the Man of the House?" she glared at the girls, sending them a familiar Fuck Me look.

Her mother didn't notice.

"No, he's just a guest. That's all."

"I see~" she drew, looking at him head-on with a hungry gaze. "Shouldn't you be at work, Okaa-san? I can give him a tour myself."

"Don't waste your time on that dirty gaijin, my dear," she said in Japanese. Demian's Japanese was not buzzing, but he understood most of it, he remained silent. "I'm here to make him understand that I won't tolerate his shenanigans here. If he does anything prejudicial, tell me immediately, okay, dear?"

"Of course, Okaa-san," her daughter replied in Japanese, her smile blindingly bright. "I'll go get my sisters." She skipped off, letting her skirt swing high, revealing her thighs and the edge of her buttocks. She was Bratty Sis, a true megusaki.

"So you have daughters? You don't look like a mother."

"Save your compliments for the other Japanese girls," she returned to a cold tone, the warmth fading as she looked at Demian.

"They are my tender and ****, innocent flowers. My most precious possession. Don't even think of looking at them." She glared at him.

"I already said I understood."

Then the disgruntled mother introduced Demian to her other daughters. The other two Japanese girls were slightly older and dressed much more loosely and erotically.

Both of them tried to demonstrate their oral skills in front of their mother, while the mother introduced Demian, ignoring her daughters' behavior, only solicitously wishing them bon appétit.

First sister wore only a sports bra and short black shorts, never stopping sucking on an ice cream cone in the most depraved manner, simultaneously crossing her eyes, as if in hentai.

She played with her eyebrows, actively salivating over the ice cream, working not only with her head, but also moving her collarbone, simultaneously massaging her breasts right at the table, not embarrassed by anyone.

As soon as Demian appeared, she looked only into his eyes, continuing to suck on the ice cream with a clear hint. Her name was Ayame; she was the eldest sister.

Then the younger sister was introduced, still wearing the maid costume, named Momo. Like her older sister, her gaze was as hungry as hers, only she was looking at his pants, lightly biting her lips and wide-eyed.

The middle sister was Hana, and she repeated her older sister's strategy, performing oral sex, but with a banana. Unlike her sister, she did it slowly, carefully, and demonstratively. The large banana entered her mouth whole, without her twitching a single facial muscle, and then pulled it out without damaging it.

She seemed to have inherited her mother's sternness, coldness, and bitchiness, but she wasn't shy or squeamish in demonstrating her interest in sex.

She was dressed more casually than her sisters, but just as revealingly and sexy. A simple white tank top held up by thin straps and sweatpants. The simplicity of her outfit suggested a slight sloppiness, but it still looked hot.

Each of the sisters had a good figure, and genetics had blessed them with a good body. Their similarities were noticeable, especially their "Fuck me" look.

Their mother continued introducing them, talking about how things would unfold, how long Demiana would live, and where. Along the way, she often daughters' innocence and purity, praising them and warning daughters to be careful with the guy and if something happens to complain about him immediately.

While the mother continued to threaten the boy, all her daughters looked at him like other Japanese girls. And their dear mother completely ignored their actions and appearance, constructing in her mind a picture of innocent, pure, ideal daughters.

Damian Griferson was sure he would stick his penis inside one of the girls as soon as their mother left for work.

For the next few months, he planned to live by the principle: Not guilty until proven guilty. Although, what guilt could there be when all three girls were practically ready to suck him off in front of their mother.

The wonderful theory of three lustful daughters and a strict mother was shaken a bit, however, when that same Mom called him for a private conversation one last time, threatening to kick him out of the house if he does anything to her daughters.

It would have been fine if she'd simply threatened and left, but what she was doing with her toothbrush while she was talking to him and how she used this brush.

That movement and the way she used the toothbrush made Damian change his mind once again. While she brushed her teeth, she continued to warn him.

She was definitely their mother. There was a chance that the daughters really were innocent and not perverted, but oral sex was definitely a hallmark of this family.

Demian decided to be a little careful, so as not to ruin his trip to Japan and not to rush too much with these daughters. He would definitely stick his dick inside them, but more carefully and slowly. That made it even more fun.

"What are you looking at!? Can you hear me?" She spat out the toothpaste, but not as usual, first mixing it liberally with saliva and creating bubbles on her lips. "Have you never seen how cultured people brush their teeth?"

"I think I'll learn a lot from you," Damian smiled.

"We'll see," she frowned. "Now make sure I haven't left any toothpaste in my mouth; I don't want to distract the girls."

And with these words, the stern mother opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to show that there was no excess drool or white liquid in her mouth.