25: Chapter 9: Like Mother, Like Daughter 25: Chapter 9: Like Mother, Like Mother, Like Daughter Very few people know about my special skill of “pretending to sleep.” In fact, more people know about the fake trait of “once I fall asleep, I don’t wake up.” Some of them keep it a secret so they can use my body — Yuichi, Uncle Yusaku… and the senior who just gave me a ride home earlier today.
However, there are exceptionally two people to whom I have openly revealed this trait of mine.
One of them is my mother.
Mom knows not only about my special skill, but also about the “hobby” I always engage in by taking advantage of it.
And on top of that, she tolerates this rather unique (a very soft way of putting it) kind of playing with fire.
In addition, since she is a pharmacist, she uses her connections at work to prescribe contraceptive pills for me, saying “Just in case something happens.” Thanks to that, I am able to enjoy a fulfilling “sex” life every night.
Mom found out about this shortly after I first started my “sleep sex” hobby.
At the time, I turned pale, thinking I would be terribly scolded — or rather, that just being scolded would be the best outcome — but while I was indeed scolded, I never expected her to ultimately accept this hobby.
I certainly never imagined she would secretly help me with it.
I was so surprised I even asked her back, “Eh, seriously?” When I asked why, it turned out that Mom herself had quite a wild and flashy period when she was young… so she could emotionally understand how I felt and couldn’t bring herself to be too harsh.
…Whenever I try to ask about that time, she dodges the question and looks like she doesn’t want to talk about it, so I still haven’t heard the details.
…But I have a feeling that story is connected to the reason Mom was disowned by her family, and honestly, I am quite curious… …Well, it’s not good to forcefully ask about things someone doesn’t want to talk about.
After all, I’ve been helped in many ways by Mom’s kindness… so I’ll respect her wishes on this matter.
…But I’m still curious… ☆☆☆ **Side Story: Tazawa Yuko** I can feel a gaze from behind me that clearly says “I want to ask something” and “I’m really curious.” Well, I can pretty much guess what it is.
She’s probably curious about my wild youth again but can’t bring herself to ask, so she’s just sending eloquent glances my way… She’s not hiding it at all.
It’s only natural for her to be curious.
After all, her own mother — me — is showing understanding and even cooperating with her daughter’s extremely unique (or rather, quite abnormal) “hobby” that would be considered far beyond ordinary values.
I first noticed Mizuha’s “sexual preference” in a way that was both accidental and inevitable.
Actually, the order was reversed… I already knew she was good at “pretending to sleep” long before I learned about her fetish.
Originally, Mizuha went through a phase where her favorite prank was pretending to sleep, waiting for someone to let their guard down, then suddenly jumping up with a “Boo!” to scare them.
I was probably the one who suffered from this the most.
There was even a period where she did it almost every morning… the moment I came to wake her up and tried to call her name— Because of how often it happened, I eventually became able to see through her “pretend sleep” almost 100% of the time.
According to Mizuha, “Even if people know about it, the only one who can see through it is you, Mom.” There are others who know about her “pretend sleep,” but they can’t detect when she’s faking it.
I learned about Mizuha’s “sexual preference”… one night several years ago.
It was when Uncle Yusaku was staying over at our house.
Uncle Yusaku is the son of my husband Yoshiharu Tazawa’s older brother.
In other words, he is Mizuha’s cousin.
Because of the big age gap, Mizuha calls him “Uncle,” but he isn’t actually her great-uncle.
Still, he gets along very well with both Mizuha and Yuichi.
Both kids have adored him since they were little, and he doted on them too.
Since my husband is older, we often relied on Yusaku for physical labor and heavy work.
That night, I woke up to go to the toilet and heard strange noises, so I went to check if Mizuha was still awake… and witnessed Yusaku on top of Mizuha, thrusting his hips, his erect cock buried inside her… Mizuha wasn’t moving at all on her own.
She was letting him do whatever he wanted while “sleeping”… His thick, veiny cock stretched her tight young pussy wide open with every powerful thrust, the slick sounds of her juices coating his shaft filling the room as he drove deep into her welcoming heat.
Her inner walls visibly clenched and fluttered around his girth, gripping him tightly as he plunged in and out, the fat head kissing her cervix with each deep stroke and sending ripples of pleasure through her limp body.
Did he see her that way?
Was the reason he stayed over so often because he was after Mizuha…?
Various thoughts raced through my head and I became confused, but what shocked me the most… was realizing that Mizuha was “pretending to sleep.” She wasn’t actually asleep and being violated.
She was faking it, offering no resistance, deliberately accepting everything.
I understood that.
Even in her pretended slumber, her pussy was actively milking him, juices leaking profusely around his pistoning cock as waves of hidden ecstasy coursed through her.
My mind went blank… I staggered back to bed that night thinking I must have had a terrible nightmare.
But the next morning, when I carefully checked Mizuha’s bed, I found faint traces… and realized it hadn’t been a dream.