M.I.L.F. Hunter (18+)

Chapter 18: Confrontation

Obasan stepped through the ornate double doors leading into the mansions front foreyey (i literally cant figure out how the fuck to spell this, and its driving me crazy!).

"Wow!" Obasan said as she looked around the entrance hallway. "And I thought it looked rich from the outside!"

"Hehe, how was your day Obasan?" Takeo asked with an obvious smile.

Obasan rolled her eyes and smirked. "People stared just like you wanted, but noone was able to touch. Happy?"

"Hehe~ very!" Takeo laughed. "Come on in, I want to introduce you!"

"Mkay," Obasan said curtly as she bent over to take off her heels. She conveniently turned her back to Takeo, allowing him to stare at her ass.

"Phew, that feels good," Obasan sighed as she felt her feet leave the stuffy confines of her heels and touch the cold foor. "Ok, lead me to to your friends," Obasan smiled as she grabbed his arm and hugged in inbetween her bosom.

Takeo simply nodded and led her to the dining area where Tataka was already seated. Confused, Obasan looked everywhere but where Tataka was sitting and asked, "Takeo, where are your friends?"

"Ehem," Takeo cleared his throat. "THIS is my friend, Tataka. And her daughter is upstairs studying."

Hearing him say this, Obasan finally looked straight at Tataka and narrowed her gaze as she pierced her. 'Pretty face... Perfect smooth skin... Skinny, fit body...'

Obasan rudely scrutinized every inch of her. Hearing Takeo announce her as his 'friend,' her female instincts kicked in and told her that this woman was most definitely more than just a friend. More like a rival. 'Hmph, I refuse to believe Takeo will leave me for her though. Takeo loves big breasts, and mine are clearly twice the size of hers!' She thought as she looked between her chest and Tataka's.

"I... see..." Obasan said through gritted teeth. Her grip started to tighten around Takeo's arm.

"Fufu~ we might be much more than friends after tonight though~!" Tataka said with cheer; throwing kerosene on the fire. Instantly, Obasan's nails dug into Takeo's arm.

'This fucking homewrecker!' Obasan thought furiously. 'This woman, Tataka was it? She's clearly several years younger than me!'

"Mom! I'm dooone!" A happy voice rung out from another room as feet sounded down the stairs.

"Ok, we're waiting in the dining room for you!" Tataka called back as she smiled, as if waiting to enjoy a good show.

The door opened as the youthful 17 year old Kumiyo came in, bright smile with a ponytail swinging behind her.

Immediately an incredulous look appeared on Obasan's face as she saw her. 'This is her daughter?' She questioned herself, looking at Tataka again. 'Don't tell me she was one of those girls who got pregnant at 13!'

Kumiyo started immediately as she saw Obasan who clung to Takeo's arm. She appeared to have an epiphany and smiled even brighter.

Bounding over, she stopped in front of Takeo and Obasan and quickly bowed at the waist. Standing straight she reached out her hand and said, "Hello! You must be Takeo's mother!"

All three: Takeo, Obasan and Tataka were stunned. Immediately Takeo's face paled as he felt blood trickle down his arms from Obasan's nails.

After a second, Tataka bust into loud laughter and she banged the table.

Obasan on the other hand, felt as if several blood vessel had burst in her forehead. 'Did this little...'

Straining her temper, Obasan's brow twitched as she closed her eyes and forced herself to smile. "Heh-heh-heh. No. I'm his girlfriend." She said with apparent anger.

Kumiyo's face looked absolutely shocked as she heard that. "G-girlfriend?! B-but I'm his girlfriend! M-Mom! Can she do that?!"

Reining in her laughter, Tataka continued to snicker as she kept wiping tears from her eyes. After several seconds, she finally was able to stop laughing and sit up straight.

"Fufufu~ Kumiyo, don't you know that the more girlfriend a guy has, the more desirable he is?" She said with a wink and a thumbs up while she continued to snicker quietly.

"Really? Is that how it works? Is that why I was never attracted to these guys at school before? Because they didn't have enough girlfriends?" Kumiyo went from shocked to thoughtful as she heard her mother talk.

Takeo on the other hand couldn't help but roll his eyes and smile. Catching Tataka's wink he shook his head. 'This girl will believe anything her mother tells her. Isn't this called indoctrination?'

Takeo let out a loud cough and attracted their attention. "Perhaps we should eat now..."

"Ok!" Both Kumiyo and Tataka smiled at him.

Still gripping his arm still, Obasan placed her lips besides Takeo's ear and whispered, "don't even think this is over."

With those words, she dragged him towards the table and sat him in the seat farthest away from Tataka.

"Hey Kumiyo! Why don't you go sit on his lap?" Tataka said with a hinting smile.

"No!" Obasan said before Kumiyo could reply. "I'll sit on his lap." Saying so, she stepped over and placed her soft bottom on top of Takeo's thighs. She immediately gave a challenging look towards Tataka.

"Fufu~ go sit beside him and hold his hand then, Kumiyo." Tataka replied, clearly having fun with the situation.

"Mmm, ok." Kumiyo replied. She was confused about what exactly was going on.

She had always thought that guys were only allowed to have one girlfriend at a time, but her mother clearly told her that wasn't the case. 'Since Takeo has another girlfriend, that means he's more manly then? Mom said he's more desirable since he already has a girlfriend... hmm, she never told me this before...'

Nodding towards her mom, she blushed slightly and bound over towards the seat beside where Takeo sat with Obasan in his lap. Sitting down she looked at her mom to see her nod and smile encouragingly. Gulping, she reached over and grabbed Takeo's hand.

Before she was able to grab it, she found that his hand was blocked by a more feminine hand. Following the arm up with her eyes, she saw that it was connected to Obasan.FiNd 𝒖pd𝒂tes on n(𝒐)/v𝒆l𝒃𝒊n(.)c𝒐m

Obasan met her eyes with a glare.

Nervous, Kumiyo looked at her mom only to see her shrug.