Making Kakyoin Proud 6 (Patreon)

Making Kakyoin Proud 6 - or ‘The Dark Irony of a Dead Sith Lord creates a most wonderful Empire’ (MILF-Hunting Stories)

Episode: ‘A Failed Case of Incest: A Mother’s Successful Failure (1)’

I admit that I had been hesitant in accepting this ad on craigslist. But I had been in need of cash.

Japan can be quite unfair for someone that couldn’t land a solid job, and getting fired from one quite recently had put my finances at risk. So, I had been open to act on what I could get my hands on.

Looking for a good young man that can help in an acting role.
Needed:
-Several ropes, some duct tape, and a blindfold.

P.S. This is not for kinky sex.

And yet that sounded like some kinky sex stuff. Still, I trusted the one that set that one wasn’t trying to get anything freaky out of this. I called the number, the woman on the other side sounding quite kind and trustworthy, so I felt a bit at ease.

She gave me a date and a place to get to for the right time. I was able to note it all down and get all the stuff that was needed. Once it was time for me to go, I proceeded to drive to the location.

Nice lovely home, the woman that greeted me was even in business attire which proved she was a respectable lady. Mother of a highschooler, widowed and… well, a hot milf.

Oosuki Mamako looked absolutely gorgeous, a shame that she had quite the favor to ask that put a major red flag around her personality.

“I would like for you to help me in staging my own kidnapping and get my son involved in saving me!”

…

“Why?”

“So he can rescue me and then I have a reason to make love with him.”

…

“W-Why?”

“It’s just that!” She huffed. “Nothing wrong here.”

Sounds like she is trying to convince herself here…

Still, I shrugged. I was getting paid for half the rent this month, so it was an affordable effort considering that I didn’t have to do much but tie her up, set her in a corner of one of the rooms, take a picture and send it to her son’s phone.

Sounds weird, but I downloaded an app for anonymous messages just to avoid any surprises in that regard. I made sure to not hurt the woman with the cast, making sure the rope was tied so that it wasn’t hurting her legs and wrists while also applying the duct tape over her lips in a careful way as to not plaster it and render the removal unpleasant.

As I got the stage set, I picked up my phone, turned on the app and sent the anonymous message with the picture I caught of the scene to Mamako’s son. I was quite sure it was as threatening and legit as it could get but-

Mom, stop trying these cheap tricks. I will be back around dinnertime.

I frowned, the kid was literally skipping lunch? I glanced up from the phone to Mamako, she was still bound when I got the message and my face seemed to be enough to give her indirect question an answer.

She deflated-

“We could take more pictures, maybe we can convince him or…”

I know this was wrong, but the sight of such a cute woman looking so defeated was so unpleasant. And the way she shook her head just felt like this wasn’t the first time she failed like this.

After untying her, Mamako had a rather dreadful look.

“Can you help me in the living room? I need to… rest a bit.”

The woman’s voice was now flat and dull. But I kind of helped her as she told me I would still get paid. As soon as Mamako sat down by the couch, she reached for a small bottle she had left on the small table in front of it.

Sake.

I grimaced at the sight and kind of sat down beside her. She gulped a big cup, then another and she looked absolutely wrecked. She then pushed me to drink some too to ‘not leave her alone in this painful situation’.

As I drank a cup, I felt how strong the alcohol was, my brain muddy as she told me about why Mamako felt she had a reason to bed her son. That it was to keep him safe and happy, and to be happy herself since he reminded her of her late husband..

The more we talked, the more active I became at telling her that it was just her desire to find someone to feel happy with, and to leave her son to deal with that on his own if he thinks that ‘he can do better without his mommy’.

She was nervous, unsure, and even foolishly said that she wasn’t that pretty anymore. Since I was a bit drunk and feeling bold, I rebuked her on this point. A bit of a clash came out of it and she got quite brazen.

“S-So you think that I am- am gorgeous? P-Prove it or- Hmph~!”

Mamako knew. She was not an idiot as she had leaned into it from the very moment I kissed her lips happily. The woman was not a fool as many would think- a bit innocent-looking, yes, but she was far from naive. She was wary of the gazes men gave her and she knew I had admired her form since we met.

As we kissed, we hugged tenderly by the couch, leaning down and exploring a bit. No undressing happened, we were content with just touching and kissing. It felt odd considering that the woman didn’t look to be as old as she was, and she was giving me the vibes of a mature ‘young adult’ that was just struggling with a foolish little brother.

All the while keeping the milfy body she had been blessed with. It was cathartic, but my memory was pretty much wasted after that. I know I told her more stuff that had her giggle as it was time for me to leave. That I had decided to walk back home rather than get the car due to how drunk I was and… I made it back home with minimal issues from the people in the streets.

I went to sleep until it was dinnertime, my head hurting as I got to my kitchen to get my hangover fix. I was so puzzled by what had ensued that I was already checking my phone for anything bad that Mamako would have felt about what we did. It was clear she cared for her son, so she may be the kind of woman that would see what we did as cheating but-

I hope you are up for this Sunday’s date. Here’s a reminder~- Mama-chan.

…Oh my.

That's some lovely lingerie she got there.

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AN

Mamako gets seduced by someone that compliments her. She is not 100% into this, and is trying to find out if this potential boyfriend is a creep. She may be surprised by how things go after that date~.