When I was 19yrs old I did a semester in Japan living with a host family. They were a young couple in their early 30's, 2 young kids, lower middle class working family. Most other students were assigned to live with wealthier families but those kids paid attention and filled out their family match forms. I made the most of it and ended up staying up after dinner with the couple and really practicing Japanese. They spoke almost no English but had millions of questions. They wanted to touch my hair and each night asked more and more personal questions. I was proud and felt like I was really sinking into the culture and my language skills skyrockted. Over time rather than leaving for school right away to escape the tiny apartment, I started staying home until classes started. Okaasan (mom) was there doing chores, hanging out the futons, mopping, dishes, dinner prep, etc. She made us lunch and we continued our game of questions just she and I.
The first question she asked me was why I didn't "Onani". I had to use a handheld electronic dictionary and with her help I realized she asked why I wasn't jerking off. I turned bright red and she explained that she cleaned my room and expected to find tissues in the trash or cum on the futon cover. I laughed and admitted that I did it in the sit down shower before o'furo or bath. She was shocked but seemed pleased and then told me that we were all sharing the bathwater, implying that if some afterjizz escaped into tub we were all sitting in it. I felt red hot embarrassment again until she told me that tonite she wanted to bath right after me.
I didn't know exactly what she meant, it was either very filthy minded or she was implying she would clean it up for me in case it happened which was quite touching and motherly. Like she understood I had needs and wasn't going to judge me. That was also a bit of a turn-on, but despite how horny I was that night I abstained from spanktown out of embarassment assuming that she was being motherly and not looking to take a soak in my afterjizz.
The next night I came home very late after a night out drinking with other students. I crawled under the futon and passed out. I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and was delighted to find a glass of water, some umeboshi pickeled plums (hangover cure), and a note on the little table next to my futon that was on floor. I drank the water and drifted back off feeling really great. I glanced at the note but was too tired to translate, there were some hearts and childish type stickers and smiley faces on it, but I just assumed it was a nice note.
I fell Fast asleep and feeling warm and fuzzy from not having had to get out of covers into the cold house (no central heat so the nighttime ritual was to heat up in the soaking bath and then jump under heavy futon on the floor, locking in heat). I didn't wake up until I felt her sucking my toes and crawling up the bottom of my futon. It immediately felt luxurious and amazing to be that cozy and buzzed and to have someone clearly worshipping your body. Sucking my stinky ass toes like she can't get enough and burying her head under my balls and breathing it in. The heavy futon was still all tucked in around my head and chest and she just paid attention to below the waist.
She continued to patiently, lovingly, acceptingly, suck my balls and gently sucked my cock. She focused on the entire area and coaxed out the most gentle but intense orgasm I had ever had. She gently sucked and swallowed as I came and there was no sharp after sensitivity because she had barely touched my glans. She said something and left and I laughed at myself and couldN't believe it.
The next day I convinced myself it hadn't happened. I left early for class and stayed away all day until dinner. I pretended everything was normal as we all chatted and learned about each other. I kept pretending and thought maybe it was a dream, until the 2nd day when I stayed home.
Interested in part 2?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3elcxz/japanese_host_mom_seduces_american_exchange
Great story! More pls!
Thanks. I have had alot of mixed feelings about it over the years mostly due to the fact that things progressed and got very weird there in their apartment. But another side of me gets crazy horny thinking back to it all.
>Interested in part 2? Do not do this. Type up the full story or don’t.
BUT WHAT DID THE NOTE SAY?
It was a VERY childish, puppy love kind of note. It was definitely alarming as I translated it due to the immaturity of it "i love you" "you are sexy" "i want to make love". At the time I chalked it up to her dumbing it down for me and language nuance.
Part 2 is him coming to the conclusion that the sweet MILF lovin was actually rape.
Ha Ha. I have thought about it alot and it definitely was not rape. But as fun as it was on the fantasy side it created alot of stressful moments that took away and added to my travel experience. I could write it as a funny comedy or as a bit of a stalker type movie. There were definitely elements of both
Chalk up another yea vote for the addition of part 2! I am intrigued.
I actually sang that to the tune of the similarly named song… followed by a chorus of gibberish in my head. That damn song has ruined that type of phrase. >_<
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Please share part two!!! What did she look like? Her body?
Seriously why tease us when you know that we obviously want this story continued
THIS!
Great story, although I don’t believe it at all. Still really enjoyed it.
OBVIOUSLY WE ARE INTERESTED IN PART 2. God. Hate people who do that. But sounds like you’re typing the plot of a Japanese porno.
Seriously, are we interested in part 2? Just post it and let the votes decide. You already got your dick sucked, do expect us to get on our knees for you too
Thanks for calling me out. It does look douchey when I reread! I will definitely write more. I had gotten super horny and thought writing it and reliving it would get me into a great jerkoff zone. Then I started too slow, bored myself, lost boner, rushed to the first encounter, made a sad plea for praise and went straight for the lotion. Shame ensued and I now feel guilty for still being turned on by that relationship.