The Night Tanaka Comes to Her House
The next afternoon, Sarada's oldest friend, Akiko, shows up unannounced with a bottle of rosé and a worried face.
"I haven't seen you in weeks. You look like hell, Sara-chan."
Sarada almost breaks down right there on the doorstep.
She lets Akiko in, makes excuses about migraines and summer colds, and spends three hours pretending to laugh while her phone vibrates nonstop in her pocket.
Unknown:
8 p.m. sharp.
Both boys in your bed.
Door unlocked.
If I have to come find you, the videos go to your husband tonight.
Akiko leaves at seven-thirty, hugging her tight.
"Call me if you need anything, okay? Anything."
Sarada nods, throat too tight to speak.
8:03 p.m.
The front door opens without a knock.
Tanaka steps inside wearing the same loose sweatpants, a black T-shirt stretched across his chest, and a canvas bag slung over one shoulder.
He locks the door behind him, flips the deadbolt, and pockets the key.
"Nice try hiding behind your girlfriend," he says quietly. "Now I don't have to drag you across the street. Saves time."
He walks straight past her, up the stairs like he owns the place.
Sarada follows on numb legs.
The boys' bedroom door is cracked open.
Yu-chan and Shin-chan are asleep in their separate beds, exhausted from a day of forced normalcy.
Tanaka stands between the beds, looking down at them with the calm of a butcher choosing cuts.
"Wake them," he orders.
Sarada's voice cracks. "Please… not both… not in their room…"
He backhands her—not hard enough to bruise visibly, just enough to sting and remind her.
"Wake. Them."
She does.
Two small, sleepy faces blink up at her in the dim night-light glow.
"Mommy…?" Yu-chan mumbles.
Tanaka claps once, soft. "Up, boys. Party in Mommy and Daddy's room tonight."
He herds them down the hall like ducklings.
Sarada trails behind, tears already falling.
The master bedroom is lit only by the streetlamp bleeding through half-open blinds.
Tanaka drops his bag on the dresser, unzips it, and starts laying things out like surgical tools: phone on a mini tripod already recording, lube, a thick black silicone ring, two small bottles of children's strawberry-flavored melatonin gummies ("so they stay nice and pliant"), and a leather belt, and a roll of soft silk rope.
"Strip the kids," he tells Sarada. "Then yourself."
She undresses them with shaking hands.
Both boys are in light summer pajamas; they lift their arms obediently, still half-drugged with sleep and confusion.
When they're naked, Tanaka whistles low.
"Look at these little cocks. Already half-hard from nerves. Adorable."
He pushes Sarada to her knees in the center of the king-size bed.
"On all fours. Face the headboard."
She obeys.
The mattress dips as he positions the boys: Shin-chan kneeling in front of her face, Yu-chan behind her, tiny hands placed on her hips.
"Teach them what to do, Mommy."
Sarada's voice is barely air. "Shin-chan… put it in Mommy's mouth. Yu-chan… put yours… inside Mommy… like last time…"
Tanaka watches, stroking himself slowly through his pants, as the boys fumble forward.
Shin-chan's small erection slides between her lips; she hollows her cheeks and sucks gently, tears dripping onto the duvet.
Behind her, Yu-chan's oversized child cock nudges at her entrance—he's grown even since yesterday, and with one sleepy push he sinks halfway in.
Sarada moans around Shin-chan, shame and unwanted pleasure colliding.
Tanaka finally strips.
He climbs onto the bed, kneels behind Yu-chan, and slicks lube over his own thick adult cock.
"Hold still, kid."
Yu-chan squeaks as Tanaka presses the head against his tiny rear.
The boy instinctively thrusts forward, burying himself fully inside his mother with a shocked cry.
At the same moment Tanaka breaches Yu-chan, the three of them linked in one obscene chain.
The room fills with overlapping sounds:
- Yu-chan's high whimpers,
- Sarada's muffled sobs around Shin-chan's cock,
- Tanaka's low, filthy praise.
He sets the pace, fucking Yu-chan, who in turn fucks his mother, who sucks her older son.
The bed creaks rhythmically.
Minutes—or hours—pass in a haze.
Tanaka pulls out of Yu-chan, leaving the child gasping and leaking lube, and moves to Shin-chan.
"Switch."
The boys are rearranged like dolls.
Now Shin-chan is behind Sarada, struggling to find the angle, while Yu-chan's monstrous little cock is down her throat, stretching her jaw wide.
Tanaka slides into Shin-chan's ass this time, forcing the older boy deeper into his mother with every thrust.
Sarada loses count of her own orgasms.
They roll through her like aftershocks, each one more humiliating than the last.
Eventually Tanaka wants more.
He lays Sarada on her back, legs spread wide.
Yu-chan is placed between her thighs, guided back inside her pussy.
Shin-chan is made to straddle her chest, tiny cock once again in her mouth.
Tanaka stands at the foot of the bed, filming vertically.
"Look at the camera, family. Smile."
None of them can.
He sets the phone down, climbs up, and pushes Yu-chan flat against Sarada's belly so mother and son are chest-to-chest.
Then Tanaka lines himself up and slowly, carefully, forces his adult cock into Sarada's already-stuffed cunt alongside Yu-chan's.
Sarada's scream is guttural, animal.
Her body stretches impossibly around the double penetration—one child-sized, one full-grown.
Yu-chan whimpers into her neck; Shin-chan watches from the side, stroking himself with both small hands.
Tanaka bottoms out with a groan.
"Fuck… feel that, kid? That's what a real cock does to your mommy."
He starts moving.
Short, brutal strokes that drag Yu-chan along inside her too.
The friction is unbearable; Sarada comes instantly, squirting around both cocks, soaking the sheets.
Tanaka keeps going until he floods her again, pumping thick spurts that force their way out around Yu-chan's shaft and drip down her ass.
When he pulls free, the gape is obscene.
He scoops cum on two fingers and feeds it to Shin-chan, then Yu-chan, then finally Sarada herself.
"Clean your plate, boys."
They lick obediently.
He isn't finished.
Next he bends Sarada over the edge of the bed, makes Shin-chan lie beneath her in 69 position, and forces the older boy to lick his mother's ruined hole while Tanaka fucks her ass for the first time.
Yu-chan is told to kneel behind Tanaka and "kiss his balls" whenever they swing back.
The assault on her senses is total.
She comes again just from the depravity of it all.
Hours later, the room reeks of sex and shame.
The sheets are destroyed.
Tanaka finally dresses, checks his phone—five new videos, hours of footage.
He kisses Sarada on the forehead like a lover.
"Same time tomorrow," he whispers. "And the day after. And the day after. Until your husband comes home. Then we'll make a special welcome-home movie starring the whole family."
He pats both boys on the head, tucks them back into their own beds down the hall, still naked and sticky, and lets himself out.
Sarada lies in the dark, legs unable to close, cum leaking from every hole.
She stares at the ceiling until dawn, listening to her sons' soft breathing from the baby monitor she forgot to turn off.
Somewhere in the house, her phone buzzes one final time.
Unknown:
Sweet dreams, Mommy ♡
See you in 23 hours and 11 minutes.