Alright, you magnificent degenerates, you absolute legends of the dark—Chapter 4's midnight toilet lick-fest left the comment section in flames, didn't it?.
I'm cackling at the chaos. You lot are the real MVPs, the ones who stare into the abyss and ask for seconds. Chapter 5?
We're back in daylight hours, but the trap snaps tighter—public(ish) pressure, family eyes on her, and that old bastard weaponizing the one thing she can't fight: looking like the "bad guy" in front of her own kid. The armpit obsession levels up, clothes start vanishing, and her body's betrayal hits new highs. If you're still locked in, you're not here for redemption arcs. You're here for the slow, delicious crumble. Respect. Let's devour this update.
Straight to the confession—she's typing this the same night, tea gone cold, hiding in the kitchen after everyone's asleep, replaying the bathroom horror on loop.
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update 3: i don't even know why i'm updating again so soon but i have to get this out or i'll go insane.
This happened yesterday evening and i'm still trembling, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea that's gone cold because my hands are shaking too much. please read my previous posts if you haven't, this is spiraling and i feel like such a horrible person but i swear i'm trying to be good, i'm just stuck.
After last night's midnight thing in the toilet i was a wreck all day. i avoided Ojiisan as much as i could, staying in the kitchen or doing laundry, pretending to be busy wiping counters that were already clean.
But i could feel his eyes on me every time we were in the same room—like burning holes through my clothes, following my arms when i reached for something high, staring at my shirt when i bent over. it made my skin crawl and my stomach flip, but also gave me that weird fluttery feeling again that i hate so much, stronger now, like a secret pulse i can't shut off.
I kept telling myself it was over, no more, i'd find a way to say no next time without hurting him or causing a scene. Haruto was home most of the day studying in the living room, headphones on, so i thought that would keep things safe—at least nothing could happen with him right there.
but around evening, right before dinner, Ojiisan shuffled into the living room where Haruto was on his laptop. he looked straight at me across the room and said out loud in his broken english
"Bath… help… please."
Right in front of Haruto! i froze, my face going red hot, hesitating because how could i say yes without it seeming weird but saying no would look mean and uncaring. Haruto looked up and saw me pausing, and he got this annoyed look—he's been short with me lately, teen stuff—and said
"Mom, come on, you can at least help grandpa with that without him having to ask every time. He's old and sick, it's not a big deal."
it stung bad, like he thought i was being lazy or selfish. i love my son but we clash sometimes, and he's super protective of his grandpa, always jumping to defend him.
i quickly tried to cover, stammering
"Yes, of course, i was just about to say i'd help him."
My voice was shaky but Haruto nodded and went back to his screen. inside i was panicking—Ojiisan had put me in a spot where i couldn't refuse without looking bad in front of my own son.
so i nodded at Ojiisan and led him to the bathroom, closing the door behind us. my heart was pounding because Haruto was literally in the hall room just outside, i could hear the TV he turned on, some game show laughter filtering through.
As soon as we were in there Ojiisan got way bolder than before, like he thought he had the right now. he sat on the stool and pulled his pants down himself super quick, no waiting for me. it was already rock hard, standing straight up thick and angry, veiny and throbbing, a little drop of clear stuff beading at the tip and dripping slow. i gasped quietly, feeling my cheeks burn—i wasn't ready for that sight again so soon.
Before i could even process or say anything he reached out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me closer, right over him until my knees almost touched his. then with his other hand he tugged down the sleeve of my t-shirt hard, exposing my armpit again. it was sweaty from the hot day and cooking, sticky and salty, and i felt so nasty and exposed, like why does he keep going for that one spot? i whispered
"Ojiisan, no, just the bath, please."
but he didn't listen, looking up at me with those pleading eyes like he was in charge now.
All of a sudden he leaned in and started licking it wildly, his tongue flat and wet, lapping up all the sweat in long, hungry strokes, leaving trails of his saliva that dripped cool down my side onto my bra. he was slurping almost, going back and forth, tasting every bit like he was starving for it, moaning low into my skin.
It felt so strange and gross—warm and ticklish but also this weird tingly sensation shooting down my arm and into my chest, making my breath catch. no one's ever touched me there like that, it's not normal, and i felt dirty but couldn't pull away because we were squeezed in the small space and i didn't want to make noise that carried to Haruto.
I knew if i didn't do something fast this would go too far, so i reached down quick and grabbed his cock, starting to jerk it off as fast as i could. it was burning hot and hard in my hand, pulsing with every rough stroke, the veins bumping under my fingers, slick from that drop at the tip.
i knew from before it'd take over 30 minutes, my arm already starting to ache, but i had to speed it up. while i was doing that he kept licking, but the angle was awkward and he was straining, grunting softly in frustration.
then suddenly he grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt with his free hand and started pulling it up hard, trying to yank it off over my head. i freaked, holding his hand tight with my free one and whispering urgently
"Please Ojiisan… we can't go that far, we can't…"
my voice was shaking, begging him. but he didn't listen, kept tugging gently but insistently, mixing english and japanese
"Wife… armpits… more… please… oppai…"
his voice was low but desperate, and i could hear Haruto laughing at something on TV outside—so close. if Ojiisan got louder or i raised my voice, Haruto might come check.
i tried to quiet him, shushing
"Shhh, my son is right there, please be quiet."
but he begged more, eyes watery, saying
"Oppai… see… help… please."
i think oppai means boobs because he kept glancing hungrily at my chest. finally, with one more strong tug, he pulled my t-shirt off completely. i let go in shock, and there i was, standing in just my bra and shorts, trying to cover my boobs with one arm while still stroking him with the other.
My bra is old and thin, short too, barely covering anything—my nipples were stiff and poking through the fabric from the air or nerves or that awful tingly rush, and most of my breasts were spilling out the sides and top, heavy and soft. i felt so ashamed, like a slut standing half-naked in front of my father-in-law in our bathroom, sweat and his saliva still wet on my skin, glistening.
Ojiisan's eyes got huge and shiny, like he couldn't believe it, staring at my chest hungrily, mouth slightly open. he kept whispering
"Oppai… oppai… beautiful…"
reaching out like he wanted to touch. i strictly said
"No, you only asked for armpits, nothing more. Please."
crossing my arms tighter to hide. he looked disappointed, pouting almost, but then he grabbed both my wrists gently but firm, raising my arms up over my head, pinning them against the wall with one hand. that exposed everything—both my armpits fully open and dripping with his spit, and my boobs pushing hard against the thin bra, the fabric straining, nipples dark shadows through it, almost popping free.
He dove in, licking both armpits wildly now, switching sides fast, his tongue hot and sloppy, lapping up the fresh sweat mixed with his old saliva, biting softly sometimes on the tender skin, leaving me all slick and shiny. it went on for like 15 minutes, him moaning low into my flesh, his breath scorching against me, the wet sounds filling the tiny room.
Slowly his licks started drifting lower, towards the tops of my boobs, his tongue brushing the edge of my bra, tasting the soft swell there, teasing the line where skin met fabric. i felt this rush, gross and tingly at the same time, my body reacting in ways i didn't want—my nipples aching hard, a weird warmth flooding between my legs that made me squeeze my thighs together, ashamed of the dampness starting.
to stop it from going further i freed one hand from his loosening grip, grabbed his cock again, and jerked it super fast—up and down slick with my earlier spit and his leaking tip, twisting a little at the head. in about 5 minutes he tensed hard, groaned quietly into my skin, and came hard—thick ropes shooting out forcefully, splattering my hand, dripping down my wrist in hot streams, and even hitting my bare belly, warm and sticky against my skin, sliding slow towards my shorts and pooling in my navel.
i pulled away fast the second he finished, wiped myself desperately with a towel feeling disgusted and filthy, fixed my bra quick, grabbed my t-shirt and slipped it back on with trembling arms. i whispered
"Last time, no more, please."
and snuck out, leaving him there satisfied and panting. Haruto was still in the hall watching TV, didn't notice a thing, just asked if dinner was ready soon.
now i feel like i've become his little slut who can't even say no anymore. standing there half-naked, letting him lick me like that for ages, cum on my belly—it's so sexual and wrong, i never thought my life would come to this, me exposed and dripping in my own bathroom. i'm innocent, i swear, but he keeps putting me in these spots where i can't refuse without everything blowing up in front of my family.
what if my husband finds out when he comes back? what if Haruto walks in one day and sees? i don't know how things will go from now on, i'm terrified but that strange feeling is there too, burning hotter, making me feel even guiltier and more confused about myself.
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Fucking hell, you animals—this bathroom ambush with the son right outside? The shirt coming off, the double-armpit feast, cum painting her belly while she's pinned? Her body's screaming yes while her mind's screaming no.
Masterclass in cornered desperation.
Comments, now: How long until full exposure? Is the son catching on? Predict the next "bath" or midnight visit. Spill your filthiest takes, your shame, your "I'd break here" moments. Command: Flood the section—react, theorize, judge her, judge him. This beast grows on your input; silent readers get forgotten.
Chapter 6 brewing... the old man's getting greedier, and her resistance? Crumbling fast. Only the unbreakable survive. Dive in deeper, freaks.