Japanese host mother seduction Update

UPDATE Part 2. Ok – I am going to tell more here. I am doing it in the right forum etc so no one yells at me.

As for is it true or not, this is all 100% true. In fact my struggle is that I view this through my fantasy jerkoff lense which is hot but the reality is something different and very human. I still get hot thinking about the encounters but ultimately they may not have been worth it due to the stress. But, I am feeling horny again and reminiscing.

She was NOT hot. I am a decent looking tall white dude. Always had cute girlfriends but insecure inside feel a little nerdier than others perceive me. A NICE guy and not really a player. She was 31-34, had 2 kids. Face was kinda disappointing, very flat working class kinda features, not refined and she had blotchyish skin. She dressed frumpishly too. She is 5ft tall and thin, very lithe musculature and she worked alot doing chores, cooking, wrangling kids, and on the go. Now that I am older I realize she is just a human but at the time she seemed much older/wiser and exotic to me. I would never hit on her in a bar but we had grown close and shared alot with each other during our talks and I began to see them as my family. Her body though was nice. Just a basic thin asian frame with strong long muscles but I am still really struck with her confidence and sensuality.

Japanese host Mom seduces American exchange student m/f

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.