Faking It: Mommy Is So Proud... [Episode 191771]

A woman wearing a plain housewife dress and carrying a bag of groceries entered the Hibiki home.  Her face was kept hidden by the shadows of her hair, or either by filming her from the back or cutting the frame right at her neck.

Shirokuro merrily barked and turned around her mistress in welcome.  The newcomer smiled and scratched the affectionate dog between the ears.

“Good morning, Shirokuro-chan.  How are you these days?  I bet your puppies have grown a lot since last time....”

The housemistress headed toward the kitchen to put down the food she was carrying.  She then heard some noises coming from the upper floor... mostly of a bed creaking, of walls shaking, and of a pair of muted (although enthusiastic) voices groaning.

“Oh dear?  Is Ryō-chan home?” the mother asked hopefully.

“Woof!” Shirokuro answered, nodding emphatically with her muzzle.

“That’s wonderful.  I haven’t seen my baby boy in so long....”

Leaving the chores for later, the Hibiki wife walked toward the stairs, a large smile on her lips.  As she began to step up, though, she slowed down... because the words escaping from Ryōga’s room were getting recognizable.

“Ah, that’s all you can do?  Fuck me for real!”

“I’ll show you, you nympho bitch!  I’ll make you beg!”

“Ah, you wish!  Oh yes, yes, harder, faster!”

“You feel it, right?  You feel my big, fat COCK in you?!”

“Oooooh yeeeeeessss!!”

Ryōga’s mother put a hand on her mouth, astonished, as the yells turned into grunts, moans, groans, sighs and other erotic sounds.  ‘Oh my!’ she thought.  ‘Did Ryō-chan actually brought a girl home?  I can’t believe this!’

Stunned, she listened for a little longer at the unmistakable noise of a pair of horny teenagers rutting like rabbits.  Almost reaching the door of her son’s bedroom, she stopped, tears of joy in her eyes.

‘My son is all grown-up!  I’m so happy!  Oh, I bet I’ll be a grandmother soon....’

Although basic decency dictated that the woman should withdraw and leave the two young lovers their privacy, she was overwhelmed by curiosity.  She wanted to see with her own eyes what her future daughter-in-law looked like.

“I wanna be on top, Oniichan!  Let me get on top, Oniichan, please....”

‘She’s calling him Oniichan?’ Ryōga’s mother pondered.  ‘That’s so cute....’  It wasn’t actually unusual in Japan for girls to call their male friends like that, especially if younger.  It was kinky to use the nickname during sex, though.  ‘She sounds young.  I hope they won’t have to wait too long before the marriage....’

Unable to resist the temptation any more, the woman carefully pushed the door ajar, just enough to glance at the couple.