[Episode 247447] [Episode 247447]
Her feet stomping firmly, the Matriarch of the Saotome family made her way to the door and opened it, damn her appearance! “All right, who the HELL is it and what do you... want...” the auburn-tressed woman trailed off, blinking her eyes once, twice. “...Nabiki? What are you doing here?” she asked curiously. She hoped the little bitch wasn’t searching for her son. She hadn’t been too keen on the middle Tendo since Nodoka found out it had been her that told the other fiancées that she’d bought an engagement ring for her manly son to give to Akane.
And now this more recent cock-block wasn’t helping the middle Tendo daughter’s image in this woman’s eyes. Damn it, Nodoka needed some!
“Hello, Aunite,” Nabiki said with a smile. It didn’t help to piss off the one source she couldn’t bribe, trick, or lie into following her whims. “Did Ranma land here?” she asked. “I was molesting him, due to his overwhelming manliness, when my anti-manliness sister knocked him in this direction.”
Nodoka raised an eyebrow. On one hand, she was still very pissed at the petulant child...
...On the other hand she had enough taste to recognize her son was VERY manly. “That depends, Nabiki Tendo. Will you be bringing those other women over here like you had the last time? Those women who destroyed my home looking for a small 14K gold and 5K diamond engagement ring?”
Biting her tongue, Nabiki nodded ‘no’. Hell, that ring alone—pawned, of course—would be worth way more than those girls could pay! The fact said lie would also not only get her in good with Auntie, but probably more dirt on Saotome than ever before, made her decision for her!
Although the middle Tendo daughter did wonder why Auntie was in a wet cover and why she was acting as if someone had just cock-blocked her...
Nodoka nodded her head to that, understanding that the woman would accept her terms. “Very well. Nabiki, you can come in and we’ll talk. I know you are more knowledgeable about finances than my son is and in truth, he could use the help right now...” she admitted. “If it works out, it might even be an honest job for you...”
She had to try and get the Tendo up on stage! Kami-sama knew she had daddy issues!
True, the oldest was the better shot, what with also having ‘replace mommy so daddy loves me’ issues, but you had to start small. If not, those like Kasumi got knocked up in two months, and then where were you!? Not with a high-class act, she could tell you!
Nabiki raised an eyebrow as an array of emotions crossed over the older woman’s face but agreed to it. “Fine...” she walked in and closed the door behind her. “All right, Auntie... is Ranma here or not?”
She nodded her head, already untying her bathing kimono. “Yes, he landed here. Such a good son he is! He was giving his mommy a loving massage until the phone interrupted me... and then you came in.”
Nabiki nodded, keeping the smirk from her face. Not only could she later hint to the other girls that Ranma landed near another interested woman, but that he had ‘laid living hands’ on her. Oh, she could just count the yen now!
And she would, too! She was like her father, after all: no latter planning.
“Anyway...” Nodoka continued as she started to walk. “I left Ranma in the bathroom. I still need to finish cleaning up, especially since I’ve been out in the open and getting dirty... I’ll have to have my manly son massage and wash me up again...”
Now Nabiki was having trouble keeping a poker face but being the experienced money-grubber she was, managed it. “Oh? So Ranma was bathing with you?”
“Actually he had already started when I walked in on him...” she admitted as they came to the changing room. She simply shucked off her kimono and put it in the laundry basking, the moisture from her previous cleaning having made it all squishy and uncomfortable. “Now Nabiki, be a dear and strip.”
“...What?” the Mercenary Tendo asked, as ‘Auntie’ went ‘au naturalé’, with nothing else to change into.
Turning to look at the younger woman, Nodoka smiled. “Well, one simply cannot bathe clothed,” she replied. “Especially after being molested by a manly being, like my son."
The gaze sent towards her, the middle Tendo quickly realized her options were limited. Sighing, Nabiki shook her head in defeat. If anything happened, she could tell daddy later how Ranma had seen her naked. At best she could tell the fiancées and charge them for it. And worst, she could tell the fiancées and charge them for it... and Ranma wouldn’t be there to protect her out of pride and duty and honor and all that bullshit.
Deciding she’d just bill Ranma later, the middle Tendo began to undress.
Nodoka just smiled as the middle Tendo stripped. She gave the girl a quick once-over, noticing a few ‘beauty choices’ said girl had made and nodded in approval. Any person could tell you that ‘dining in’ could be ruined when you had to stop eating to try and cough out a hair.
Although, she did wonder what she would recommend for her manly son... manly bits had to have hair, lest they stick to legs and wind up being pulled in painful directions.
Women, not so much...
Perhaps her son’s hair down there could be shaved as a girl, but remain hairy as a guy? After all, her unmanly husband wasn’t a bald panda.
Once the Middle Tendo had stripped herself naked, she was doing her best to keep a poker face on as she could FEEL the gaze of the older woman’s eyes on her—one so strong she’d swear she was being mentally undressed even when already physically such—Nabiki turned to a cabinet and began pulling out some bathing supplies and made damn certain there were clean towels. “All right... I’m ready.”
Nodoka smiled. “Oh manly son, I’m—WOW!” she cried out at the sight that greeted her. Her son was just stepping out of the furo, left leg raised up on with foot planted firmly the edge for grounding... fortunately, that was the leg away from the entrance, allowing her a perfect view of what lay between her stunned son’s legs.
Appreciating the sight and realizing this was a perfect chance to get Ranma under her thumb, Nabiki let off an appreciative whistle. “So... I bet this is what happened that first time at the Dojo when Akane walked in on you, huh?”
“...GAH!” Ranma cried, diving back into the furo—amazing both females as he didn’t even create a splash, let alone a small wake of water—covered his eyes, and turned around. “Nabiki!” he cried.
“Yes, Ranma-kun,” she purred almost seductively. It was seductive, as she was thinking of how much Yen she was going to get out of him for this!
“Wuh-what are you doing here!?” He gasped, back turned from his naked mother and a naked Nabiki. “HOW did you know I was here?”
Smiling, Nabiki decided she’d try and butter up to Nodoka with a half-truth as she replied, “Oh, silly Ranma... don’t you remember you left me the key to your mother’s house before Akane, in a fit of jealousy from me having my hand on that rock-hard manhood of yours, malleted YOU out of my family’s home?”
“SQUEE!”
Neither teen was exactly certain what that sound was, but somehow, Nodoka made it. Oh, her manly son had been sent there because Akane had caught the two fooling around! Well, it was the girl's fault, after all. If Akane would have been more open with her hormonal urges—like Nodoka and many red-blooded Japanese females—it probably wouldn’t have happened.
Oh, who was she kidding!? Who could resist her manly son!? Even she had been about to partake of that buffet before Nabiki interrupted!
Not only that, but he had given her the key to this place! Obviously, her manly son was setting up his mother’s house as a place to escape from the Tendo Dojo and have passionate trysts with his admirers! I knew it would pay off to put his childhood furniture in storage and decorate it with a more manly taste!
She did hope that salesperson was wrong, however. Surely her son would enjoy the mirror on the ceiling.
A huge grin on her face, Nodoka replied, “Now my manly son, you be a dear and scoot over. We’re going to join you and have a lovely time washing each other and talking... Nabiki SO needs some time under those hands!” She wasn’t sure if Nabiki had gotten so far as to be massaged by her wonderful son yet, but she wanted to make sure the dear who was the first to open up to her son definitely got a taste.
His eyes bugging out, Ranma knew this was bad. He knew the furo was meant to comfortably suit one person—or a third of his father—at a time. Nodoka getting in would make things a tight fit and awkward... to have his mother AND Nabiki, the later of which would likely sell such information to the highest bidder and in turn set him up to get killed!?
“WAAAIT!!!” Ranma shouted hysterically, standing up and waving his arms frantically to keep them from getting in.
Nabiki smirked. Oh she loved watching Saotome’s futile attempts to appease people. If only she had her camera: she could imagine the Yen his ‘Fiancée Brigade’ would shell out for images of such an unobscured view.
Nodoka blinked her eyes once, twice... of course her sight was settled South. Still, his actions did confuse her “My manly son, whatever is the matter?”
“ARE YOU NUTS!?” He cried out. As his mother looked up from his privates to glare into his eyes—seriously, he didn’t know which gaze of hers was worse—it was with a pathetic plea he tried to save his skin. “I mean... this... the tub’s a bit small for three.”
Nodoka considered her son's words. He was right! Oh, such a manly man, wise beyond his years! He was obviously trying to put their comfort first: as it was a true manly man that thought of his ladies before his own benefit. “You know what, my manly son? You’re right! We can’t all get in the furo!”
Ranma let out a sigh of relief. Oh thank the Kami he actually dodged that—
“We should head out back and use the hot-tub! That will fit all of us!”
“......” He should have known better; the Kami never helped him dodge anything. They simply changed it into a boomerang.
“But first!” Nodoka cheered, leading/escorting/pulling Nabiki over to the wash basin area. “Dear Nabiki needs your help washing up! We can’t enter the nice hot tub all dirty, can we?”
Those words made the Middle Tendo smirk. “Yeah, Ranma-kun,” Nabiki replied, sitting on a nearby stool, and turning to face the still shell-shocked pigtailed boy, setting her legs up to give him a perfect view of her hidden treasure. “Hurry! I feel so~oo dirty.”
“.......” Ranma really had no response for that... and it wasn’t helping that is mother was making noises of delight behind him. “Uh... shouldn’t you turn around so I can start on your back?”
Nabiki’s smirk widened. “Why, Ranma... it’s not like this is anything you haven’t seen before... hurry up Ranma... I’m such a dirty little girl...” she gyrated her hips a bit, enjoying this game. It was always fun to hold some power over Ranma, especially since she knew he wouldn’t act on it.
Especially as if he did, she’d tell her sisters, daddy, and fiancées—for a price—and he’d never have a moment’s peace ever again!
Taking Ranma’s shaking as barely contained excitement of getting his hands on his girl, Nodoka made her way over to her son, grabbing his somewhat pale hand and pulling him out of the furo and towards the middle Tendo, admiring his attempts to not be rushed, so he could retain control of himself.
Even if Nabiki knew he was shaking in fear, not restrained passion, and being dragged because he feared her, not wanted to keep himself from ravishing her.
Finally getting him standing between the outstretched Tendo’s legs—and smiling as said girl seemed to focus on her son’s manhood now inches from her face—Nodoka slowly pushed him to a kneeling position. “Now, son; I shall help with her back, but she must really experience your wonderful hands cleaning her dirty front!”
Ranma... well... he did not whimper, but that was only because he was so scared he couldn’t bring himself to make ANY sound. However, in his mind he could hear that the Neko-Ken did, growling in annoyance as it was pushed out of the mental theater and into the parking lot. There weren’t even any scraps of food out there in the barren wasteland where education, manners, social graces, common sense, and tact had been exiled to!
Nabiki’s smirk was absolutely devious as she gazed down at Ranma. “Come on, Saotome... use those hands of yours. Chop-chop!” she clapped her hands for emphasis, wanting him to get moving. Oh this was too good! The fear on his face was just priceless.
As the Neko-Ken’s growls became mewls of defeat it was then something in Ranma’s mind snapped... the boy was pushed beyond his limits. It wasn't the position... it wasn’t his mother... it wasn’t the concept of what he was being made to do.
It was her Kami-Damned smirk!!
“Come on, Ranmaaaaaa...” the middle Tendo daughter said teasingly. “I’m wait~ING!?" she yelped out as his right hand came between her legs.
As he hid his smirk—and ignored his mother’s whispered squeal of ‘manly’, he reached towards a bucket the elder woman still had in hand, grabbing the warm wash cloth as well as dipping it in the warm water—Nodoka wanted her son to stay a man to be manly for the moment, and somehow, managed to suds up the cloth before slowly bringing it down on Nabiki’s right shoulder.
His other hand, during all of this, was continuing to rub her hairless prize. His smirk growing slightly bit by bit as her face continued to be frozen in shock.
“Don't worry,” the pigtailed martial artist stated, nearly monotone, “I’ll help clean you up.” His hand moved expertly over her shoulder. She wanted to play with fire? Fine! It was time to melt the Ice Queen! She’d been riding his ass for far too long: it was about time she was the one on the receiving end.
Fingers gripping into the cloth, he pinched nerves in her shoulders, going for ones that lead throughout muscles over the clavicle and scapula, sending shivers of quivering sensation all throughout, his left hand never moving from its spot between her legs.
Rearing her head back, Nabiki couldn’t help herself as she let out a moan. It was SO damned embarrassing! How could he do this to her? Do this in front of his mother!
Who she now noticed was rubbing her own legs together. Kami-sama, that was disturbing!
Biting her tongue to stifle a moan, Nodoka slowly lowered the bucket to the floor beside Nabiki—bending with her legs open to allow the air to hopefully cool off her building heat, smirking as the girl seemed to focus on her own hairless muff. Ah! Well, at least it seems this one is interested in being with my manly son when he is my daughter!
It made sense to her mind.
Grabbing a second cloth, the Saotome Matriarch took a moment suds it as well, and slid behind the still reclined Tendo. “I told you his hands were good,” Nodoka purred in her ear, slowly rubbing the cloth along Nabiki’s lower back—and adding a bit of pressure to push her pelvis into her son's invading digits, as well as closer to his bobbing manhood.
Ranma’s hand finally left the Tendo’s shoulder, washing across her neckline and over to the other shoulder. As he gripped her there, he noticed Nabiki’s hips pressing harder onto his hand. The martial artist had to press his hand even harder back to her to keep the woman from falling off the bench.
What’s this oily stuff? He thought as he continued to clean her. Did his mom drop something on my hand?
As he wiggled his fingers and got a VERY loud moan from Nabiki... even he had to pause as he realized WHAT had happened. Aw shit... I’m gonna be SO broke when this is done...
So manly! Nodoka cried internally, as Nabiki’s head was now leaning far enough back to be resting on her shoulder. As she moved the cloth upwards along her back, she kept one hand back, not only continuing pressure on the lower back, but allowing the older woman to slip a soapy finger down further, teasing the crevice that awaited, hoping her son didn’t begrudge her, her own attempts to help ‘heat’ things up.
Though that was about as sneaky as she got, half-tempted to nibble on the presented earlobe. But she wanted to see how Ranma would progress things further. He wasn’t entirely flying solo, but she had to ensure her baby could be manly properly.
...Well... if I’m gonna die, it might as well be for something worth it, was Ranma’s thought before he felt, ‘to hell with it’. His hands started to rub the towel over the Tendo woman’s breasts in a ‘figure eight’ motion, sudsing up her breasts thoroughly, wash-clothed fingers perfectly teasing those puffing areolas and hardening nubs of her nipples.
Hey, being a girl half the time meant that while he didn’t look at himself, he was knowledgeable about the sensations those parts could do!
The woman trembled as she found herself between the mother and son duo. Holy shit, what the hell happened to her control!? Ranma wasn’t supposed to be this forward! And... oh dear Kami-sama! WHY were his hands so GOOD!?
“I told you his hands were good,” Nodoka cooed/whispered into Nabiki’s ear. While her son was pushing back, it wasn’t to say Nodoka had stopped. Her middle finger was already teasing the black cherry of Nabiki. “Just imagine how many times he’ll be able to help you bathe, now that you have a key here for some... privacy.”
Although, I may have to get my son another key... maybe several, in case he makes similar deals with other female friends, Nodoka thought. She had only just the one made—not like she wanted her lazy, unmanly, non-wife-banging ass of a husband here without her knowledge. She’d rather not have to get their things back from the pawn shop... Again...
“Now dear, shouldn’t you be thanking him?” Nodoka asked, nipping lightly at the displayed earlobe.
The middle Tendo daughter shivered as the woman nibbled her ear. “F-fuck...” Nabiki cursed, letting such words pass her lips. Damn, this WAS good! If she knew Ranma had hands THIS talented, she would’ve fought much harder to get him that part-time job at the local masseuses’! He could’ve been raking in money like leaves in Autumn and paid off his debt to her in weeks! WEEKS!
Which, of course, meant that he’d be paid off in months. She always ‘rounded up’ for interest.
The woman’s thoughts were suddenly taken off of money as she cried out, gasping as Ranma’s hand came down to her stomach, surprised by how sensitive it was to his touch. “F-FUCK!”
By now, Nodoka had already finished the girl’s back, the cloth being dropped on the floor, her own breasts pushing into Nabiki’s back. The one hand was still busy teasing Nabiki’s rear exit, as well as applying pressure to keep her pinned to her son’s hand. The other had slipped between her splayed legs, stirring her own heat, wishing that her son would have been able to finish her own washing.
Still, she couldn’t let the young lady get away with such language in her home! “Naughty language, dear,” Nodoka replied, licking along the rim of the ear. “That’s not a proper thank you. Don’t you want my son to know how much you appreciate his hard work,” she stated huskily, as she rubbed her breasts into Nabiki’s back.
The middle Tendo sibling moaned louder... and the worse part she didn’t know why. Was it because of Ranma’s fingers... or the woman’s breasts to her back?
Not a lesbian, not a lesbian, not a lesbian—that’s Akane’s department—not a lesbian, not a lesbian, not a lesbian... was the Middle Tendo’s internal mantra as she tried to tell herself she wasn’t enjoying the older woman pressed to her...
But then that would mean she’d have to admit she was enjoying the ministrations of Ranma, the boy she considered an idiot jock and an easily manipulated stooge!
“F-fuuuuuuck...” she moaned once more at her situation... especially as Ranma switched hands, now using the cloth to wash between her legs.
“That’s not very nice,” Ranma stated, his smirk near levels that mirrored Nabiki’s own earlier. With a smile, he soon switched back between the cloth and molesting her area. “Might have to come back to that area later, just seems so dirty. I want to make sure everything else is clean first.” With that, he slid the wash cloth along her inner thigh, hitting nerve clusters as he went.
He was so glad Tofu had left before he had returned that book to him. It had been a mistaken grab—he had wanted something more specific about pain blockers, not a complete listing of them and how best to be used. However, he wasn’t upset about that now, as he watched Nabiki’s arms try to rise up and grab his head.
Damn, revenge IS sweet! he thought with giddy glee, trying to keep from using both hands on her. He was pretty sure if he did that, he’d melt her mind in pleasure.
Hmm... he felt he should be charging her back for this but for some reason, that made him feel like one of those guys he had met when he’d followed Kasumi around that one time. Dear Kami-sama, his knee STILL acted up from what happened when that trip ended. Why the hell did Kasumi have to hit him with a ceramic baton?
Needless to say, that was ONE Tendo he never worried about being kidnapped or cornered by his fiancées.
Nabiki was fighting herself more and more, pleasure of incredible heights warring with her own Inner-Alpha mentality.
She wanted to charge Ranma for what he was doing. Well, him and his mother. She also wanted to demand that he stop playing around and finish her off! She was so close, and his hands just kept raising higher and higher!
The most Mercenary of the Tendoes was also swearing that she would own his soul after this! Not only was he molesting her—well, they both were but she couldn’t exactly use anything against Nodoka, as Ranma might actually fight for her—but he had been hiding these skills from her!
There would be a reckoning! Did you hear her, Kami-sama!? There would be a reck—oh-oh-OH! Oh shit!
“OH SHIT!” Nabiki screamed out as that pigtailed bastard suddenly delved his fingers up into her depths and curled them, rubbing them right against her ‘G-Spot’. Kicking her legs out around Ranma’s body, the woman SCREAMED at the top of her lungs as she orgasmed.
Even Ranma had to yelp as the woman's inner-muscles clenched incredibly tight around his fingers. Kami-sama! Was THIS what Ryoga went through with the Bakusai Tenketsu Training?
And that brought its own dangerous tangent...
Don’t think of Cologne, don’t think of Cologne, don’t think of Cologne...
Smirking at how Nabiki was pulsing, trying to somehow lock her legs around Ranma, one arm grabbing the back of Nodoka’s head and pulling her close, the other desperately grabbing Ranma’s hand that was fondling her lower portal.
As the squeal rose in pitch, Nodoka took it as a good sign, and decided to add some more ‘oomph’ to it. Her middle finger slipped past the tight ring of Nabiki’s back hole, allowing her to feel the same pressure that Ranma was feeling.
Of course, her thoughts were of the hope that she wouldn’t need to go to the doctor and explain how she broke a finger.
Ranma—while continuing his mantra—allowed his body to continue rubbing Nabiki, the towel once again about to touch her convulsing opening.
“GAAAAH!!” Nabiki cried out as she tried to buck, gyrating the bunch of digits invading her. Oh, oh no! Hell no! She did NOT just multi-orgasm, did she? Did she?
“FUCK!!” the woman roared. Yes, apparently she just did.
It was one part natural ability of hers, one part assistance from the rear—pun intended—and one part of Ranma continuing to stimulate certain nerve groupings along her leg. Her orgasm had been going strong for nearly half a minute, and he had yet to descend below her knee on her second leg.
A chore made all the more difficult with her flailing legs trying to wrap around him and the almost Akane-like death grip she had on his hand currently fingering her. As her fingers gripped tighter, she finally got through to the pigtailed martial artist. “Ow! OW! OWW! NABS, QUIT PULLIN’ MY HAIR!” Kami-sama knew he didn’t want to be as bald as his father.
Hearing that, Nodoka’s eyes shot open. Her maternal instincts/pride came to the forefront as she literally pulled the younger woman off from her son. “LEAVE MY MANLY MAN SON’S HAIR ALONE!!” was her mighty roar as she forced Nabiki off him—her finger still in Nabiki’s back passage—holding her up in the air as if she were about to perform a body slam.
*Riiiiiiip*!
“EEEOOOUCH!” Ranma cried out as he lost a good fistful of hairs.
It was also enough to stop his constant stimulation, thus allowing Nabiki to slowly come down from her multi-orgasm... or at least it would have, had Nodoka not decided to ‘punish’ her for making Ranma’s luxurious hair now need to be re-evened, by shoving a second finger up Nabiki’s rear without proper preparation—a must for first timers back there—and removing her own hand from her thoroughly dripping temple to reach around and roughly pinch Nabiki’s erect nipple.
Not as pleasurable, but at a certain point, any stimulation can cause the opposite effect. “No one hurts my manly man son!” She roared as she put her College Women’s Wrestling training to use for the first time since her Honeymoon. “Bitch be ruinin’ my manly man son!? NODOKA SMASH!”
“Muh-mom! MOM!” Ranma shouted before the woman killed Nabiki—boy, who would’ve thought he’d be defending HER of all people?—and made a whole mess of trouble. “Stop! It was an accident! She couldn’t control herself!” Man, defending her feels weird... like eating the Tomboy’s cooking and not spending a hour in the bathroom expelling it from one end... or all ends. “Besides, she didn’t get the roots! See!?” he yelled, lowering his head to show her.
Sadly, he forgot exactly how he had lost said hair to begin with. Nodoka grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards her and Ranma got smushed into her chest, his lips and nose resting now on Nodoka’s juice-covered hand.
Nodoka studied his scalp with a scrutinizing gaze. “Hmm... no roots torn... no blood... just a small short patch of torn hair...” she placed the younger woman down on the bench with her other hand and took her free hand off his face before hugging him protectively, the poor pigtailed martial artist’s face buried in her cleavage. “Oh, my manly man son! You’re all right! You’re all right!” she crowed happily, feeling such relief.
“C-can’t breathe...” he managed to croak out from between the woman’s breasts, arms flailing frantically.
Nodoka, sadly, was not focused on that for the moment, nor was Ranma focused on that odd smell and taste he found himself discovering now. For the moment, the woman was wondering how—now that she had confirmed that Ranma was safe and in no dangers of needing emergency medical transport for a post-haste hair restoring operation—she could pull him closer and a bit higher or at the least... get him to finish washing herself.
It would be a bit more difficult when they got into the hot tub, especially as she planned to ply him—and the other girl, if she woke up—with her special Virgin-Recipe mixed drinks!
Oh, they had alcohol in them. Nodoka just called them that because no matter how much you could hold your alcohol, her drinks always made you feel like a first time drinker.
“C-c-c-can’t... breeeaaathe...” Ranma tried one more time, his movements becoming less energetic.
Sighing, Nodoka realized she better let go, lest he need a trip to the hospital for ANOTHER reason... and then she’d NEVER get the washing she needed!
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