I set up the camera on top of the box television to face the couch. Two books pinned my phone together to keep it standing and looked stable enough. With the mosaic and voice filter setting turned on, I hit record and backed up to the coffee table. Meanwhile, a naked Mr. Miyamori watched from the comforts of the couch, his dick fully erect and twitching for release. He got hard the moment we walked through the door, realization finally dawning on him that I'd chosen him to film sex videos with. His eyes hadn't left my body since, and I was sure his hands would be all over me if we were closer.
"Hello again, everyone! It's your favorite MILF!" I cupped my breasts and smiled even though they wouldn't be able to see my face.
That four-letter acronym regularly came up in the comments, so I looked it up and learned what they stood for. Apparently to the commenters and viewers, I fit the bill to the dot due to my being married, body type, and age.
"It turned out that the man I ran into earlier is homeless in town. I invited him to my house to have raw sex. My husband's at work, and he has no idea. I hope you all will enjoy it, because I definitely will." I waved and walked around the coffee table up to Miyamori.
My pussy was wet and ready. Its juices streaked down my inner thighs. I faced the camera, putting my back to Miyamori, whose hands immediately went to grope me. They felt up and squeezed my ass for a few seconds. He even slipped between my legs to finger me.
"I can't wait another minute. I want to put it inside you already," Miyamori said.
"Hehe. You want it now?" I asked teasingly, bending down enough that the lips of my pussy kissed the tip of his dick.
"Oh… Yes, please…" he mumbled.
I dropped down the rest of the way until I was seated on Miyamori's lap. Connected at the hips, his dick had plunged entirely into me.
"His dick feels so good inside me… I can't get enough of it! Mmm!" I grinded against him to put on a show for the camera.
Miyamori reached around the front to grope my breasts. His fingers squeezed hard, deformed them, and pinched and tugged at my stiff nipples. I felt his face pressed against my back, tongue dragging along the spine. With my legs spread open, I offered the camera a full view of Miyamori's dick sliding in and out of me as I rode him.
"Oohh… It feels so good inside you!" Miyamori bucked his hips to the rhythm of my bouncing.
"Squeeze my nipples harder! I'm close to cumming!" I cried
"Like this? You like it rough?" He twisted both of my little nubs, knocking me into a spiral of ecstasy. "You've gotten tighter! Take it… Take my load!"
"Yes! Yes— ahhhh! I'm getting creampied again by someone who isn't my husband!" I howled as Miyamori's hot and thick load spilled into me.
We orgasmed at the same time. I blanked out for only a moment to the intense pleasure. If it weren't for my hands on Miyamori's knees, I might have fallen forward. He suddenly pulled me in, my back against his body. One hand cupped my cheek, turning me to face him and his puckered lips. There was no hesitation. I leaned in to oblige, tongue and all, while he continued to grope my body and play with my nipples. The scraggly fuzz of his sparse moustache tickled my upper lip, but I didn't mind.
When we parted, I got up and split my pussy with two fingers. Miyamori's plentiful cum dribbled out. I quickly snatched a tissue from the counter and caught the globs dripping from me.
"There's so much, you could get me pregnant with all this." I pouted.
"P-Pregnant? If I made a mama out of you, that would…" Miyamori grew erect again.
I licked my lips and scooted back to the television, where I braced my hands against the wall behind it.
"If that happens, I'll have no choice but to take care of the baby," I said, sticking my ass up.
Miyamori grabbed my waist and shoved his dick back inside me. The impact from every thrust made my breasts heave. They swayed underneath. A good angle for the camera, I was sure. However, as he picked up speed, nothing else was on my mind other than sex.
A hand came down hard on my ass, followed by another slap. Each strike brought me closer to another climax.
"The view from back here is the best! Your butt jiggles so much, I can't look away!" Miyamori exclaimed.
"More! Keep going! Cum inside me again— ahhhhhhhh!" My eyes rolled back as a particularly hard spank tipped me over the edge.
For the second time today, Miyamori emptied his balls into my womb. His hot stuff boiled inside me. The pleasure was simply indescribable. By night, we had filmed four different videos before my phone ran out of memory. His lust was insatiable. We did it in the living room, the kitchen, over the dining table, and even in the hallway. At one point, he had suggested recording in mine and Tetsu's bedroom. I couldn't do that. I'd already betrayed my husband with Satoshi on our marital bed once.
We washed up, and I cooked Miyamori a hearty dinner that would have been for Tetsu if he had been home. Rice, grilled salmon, miso, steamed vegetables, and a beer. The man gorged on it all so fast, I doubted he had time to savor anything.
"Whew!" Miyamori sighed after drinking an entire beer can. "I get to have sex with Marika, and she makes me dinner? How did Tetsu get so lucky? I'd say I'm jealous of the bastard, but I think I got plenty lucky already."
"Remember, you can't tell anyone. This stays between us," I said.
"I understand. The last thing I want is this to end. Do you make money off this?" he asked.
"Yes, a lot! And… And I don't mind giving you a portion. You're working just as hard. Wait right here." I was about to take off into my room to grab a few bank notes when the man hollered for me to stop.
"No, you really don't have to. I'm already intruding enough as it is. But, Marika… why me? I'm just… an old homeless fool," he said.
I faced a downtrodden man who had long since given up any aspirations in life. It was in his eyes. The only joy he found now was in making sure others lived in comfort. Miyamori never complained when others asked for his help, and he had lent plenty of help to my family over the years.
"No, you're not. You have always been sweet to everyone in Togetsu. Please, I insist you take some money! Maybe you can put it towards buying a home one day," I suggested.
"It's fine, really! There's no shortage of handiwork that needs done around Togetsu. You know they can't do it themselves. I'm compensated with just enough to get by. Just… don't tell anyone I've been staying in the principal's office," Miyamori pleaded.
"I won't, but…" My eyes shoot down the hall to Keita's bedroom. "Wouldn't you want to live in a house instead?"
"Well, yeah. One day. Until then—"
I shook my head. "No, I mean taking residence in my son's room. He doesn't live here anymore. If he plans to go to college after high school, then it's all but guaranteed he's settling long-term elsewhere other than Togetsu. Tetsu and I only use it for storage now, and even then we don't have many belongings."
Miyamori stood there stunned speechless.
"I-I don't know what to say. Would Tetsu be okay with that? And Keita?" Miyamori asked.
"I believe so. You've been kind to us throughout our childhoods. Kind to my son, Keita, too. I only have fond memories of school because of you. If there is anything I can do to return the favor, I'll do it," I explained.
Tears ran down the man's eyes.
"You… You already returned the favor… a hundred times over. The others in town always call you an angel. I get it now." Miyamori choked up, and I came by to wrap my arms around him.
For the first time in decades, Miyamori slept in a soft bed covered in warm blankets. We had to move some things out of Keita's room, but the furniture remained in place. He fell right to sleep once his head touched the pillow. Though it likely helped that he was a bit buzzed from three cans of beer.
I went to bed, too, after uploading the first of four videos to Glimpse. My urges were sated, and I wasn't alone anymore. Not at all. I had Miyamori living here in my house. I was Satoshi's girlfriend. And Jiro and I were husband and wife. What more could I ask for?
Miyamori slept in the very next morning. He wouldn't wake no matter how much I knocked and called out. It was as if Keita hadn't moved out at all. While he snoozed the morning away, I got up early to prepare breakfast. I also rewrote and rehearsed how to tell Tetsu about Miyamori later. It needed to be as less suspicious as possible.
The video of me and Miyamori having sex in the living room generated a ton of views, likes, and comments. Our previous video at the school continued to make more, too. Combined, they provided tens of thousands of points I could use to buy things with.
"Tonight, I'll upload another. I wonder what we should record next?" I mused to myself.
The blinking mail icon at the top of the Glimpse menu caught my attention. I pressed the button, and it opened to numerous private messages. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the most recently received. A picture of an erect dick, long and shapely. The same was true of the next message. In fact, the next twenty were just like the first. Only a few had words of encouragement and thanks to share.
However, one picture took my breath away. The penis was extremely large and girthy. It belonged to a man whose skin was of very dark complexion. I couldn't believe my eyes. He held his dick at the base, and it utterly dwarfed his fingers. All of the men I had been intimate with were nowhere near this size. I recognized the sender, too. Blackbull4asians. This person was a regular commenter on my videos.
A message attached to the picture read: I'm in Japan, baby. Let's meet up, and I'll give you a taste of this meat!
My thoughts swirled. No, I couldn't. Shouldn't. Meeting with a stranger was much too risky. I shut the app and tried to think of something else. Fresh air. I needed fresh air.
I opened the curtains in time to see two men just now passing my house. They weren't familiar at all. It should have been faces I recognized but didn't. Togetsu was a small enough town that I knew everyone by name and appearance. Strangers rarely ever come through. There was nothing for them here to begin with.
Both men looked to be in their late 20s to early 30s. One was a little portly and the other lanky. Their clothes gave off a very urban street style, closer to ruffian than punk. They each had a phone in hand, filming the area around them as if sightseeing.
"Heeey!" one started shouting. "Is there a busty MILF pornstar living here? We're looking for one!"
"It's gotta be one of these towns in Kumamoto. The A.I. chatbot I uploaded the video to recognized the cicada species and fir trees in the background. She's got to be living in one of these small towns out in the sticks," the other insisted.
I backed away from the window just in case to avoid being seen. They couldn't possibly mean me, right? First of all, how? My heart was pounding in my ears. Those men definitely saw the sex videos I uploaded to Glimpse. The cicadas and trees gave it away? How could artificial intelligence be that accurate?
If they went around running their mouths, someone from Togetsu was inevitably going to hear. I ran up to the front door, hand on the knob and froze. No. I couldn't confront them either. They might recognize who I was and blackmail me. Worse, the NTL might start a game with them in proximity.
I waited until they were farther into town before stepping out of my house. There weren't many places to stay hidden like in the big city. Homes and buildings in Togetsu had plenty of space between them. Random ditches dotted the town. Most of the farming fields went uncared for and were overgrown with weeds.
Luckily for me, they seemed much more interested in taking photos than actually investigating Togetsu more closely. One held a long stick connected to his phone. Every once in a while, they posed and made silly comments. The two stopped abruptly in front of an old abandoned tractor off the side of the road. I hid behind a dilapidated house whose residents I once knew and was no longer around. They squatted next to the vehicle and snapped pictures again.
"Man, this place blows. It's hot as shit, too. How can anyone stand to live here?" The portly one fanned himself and tugged on his shirt collar.
"Probably all old timers. Hey, you see that house over there?"
I hid as the other man pointed this way.
"What about it?"
"Doubt anyone lives there. Let's break in. Maybe we can get some pics of ghosts or something."
My heart was about to jump out as their footfalls drew closer to where I was hidden. The nearest house was a hundred feet away. I wouldn't make it without them seeing me. Maybe if I bought another Invisibility Potion from the shop, then—
A car's sputtering motor stole everyone's attention. Akemi's old Kia Rio rolled up to the men.
"You guys lost? Togetsu doesn't get many visitors." Her voice drew a sigh of relief out of me.
"Hmm." The taller one stared lecherously at Akemi's chest. "Nah. Not as busty as the video, but that tomboy look you got going is pretty hot."
"Huh? Pal, you got balls talking about the tits of someone you just met. Whatever or whoever you're looking for, take it out of town or else I'll take you out myself," she threatened.
"Oooh. We're so scared. What are you gonna do? Nag us to death?" His friend erupted into laughter.
Akemi stood her ground and just stared in silence. I thought things were going to get ugly until they shifted uncomfortably.
"Alright, fine. This place sucks ass anyways. Let's get outta here, man. We'll hit up Kumamoto City," the lanky man said.
The pair left the way they came, and Akemi waited a few minutes longer before driving off. Likely back to her home. That was too close. If I'd known more perceptive users could glean my location through videos I uploaded to Glimpse, I would have been more careful. Miyamori and I were going to have to take better precautions from now on.
When I returned to my house, a pickup truck was just dropping Tetsu off. Panic punched my throat. I hurried over.
"Tetsu?" I gasped.
"Yeah, I'm just as surprised. We finished harvesting one of the tomato farms down in Yamae early. Planning to start Okoba and Nishiki starting tomorrow, so Guo's suggesting we take the rest of the day off," Tetsu explained.
"Figured you'd be lonely without your husband!" Nicholas Guo exclaimed from the driver's seat. "I didn't wanna keep you two away from each other for long."
The Chinese man winked and pulled his truck away from my house. Alone with Tetsu, I tried to muster up the courage to explain myself.
"There's something we need to talk about," I said nervously.
"Why, what's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost, and I'm very clearly still alive," Tetsu joked.
Our front door opened suddenly. Miyamori was standing under the doorway, yawning into his hand and scratching his belly. He finally took notice of Tetsu and flinched.
"Is… Is that Mr. Miyamori?" Tetsu asked.
We took it inside the house. The three of us sat down around the living room. Rather, Miyamori was seated on the sofa. Tetsu and I stood together across the coffee table from the man. I explained Miyamori's circumstances to my husband, omitting some details about how I came to discover them. He was quick to understand, as was his kind nature.
"Is that really it? When I saw Miyamori coming out of the house, I assumed the worst. Haha! Thought you were cheating on me with him!" Tetsu bursted into laughter.
"D-Don't be silly! I would never do such a thing!" I contested him, though deep down only the barest shred of guilt chewed at me.
"Come on, Tetsu. You see how old I am? Not as old as Jiro, but there's nothing attractive about me worth cheating for!" Miyamori added in jest.
I shot the man a mean look, but the comment only made Tetsu crack up even harder.
"Sorry, sorry!" Tetsu wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "I know you'd never cheat, Marika. Anyway, I don't mind giving you a place to stay, Miyamori. But there's plenty of vacant homes in Togetsu. You don't want a place of your own?"
"Every single one of those houses are in such disrepair that it's out of my hands. At least your home still has a generator. And floorboards that don't give way when I walk over them," Miyamori explained.
"Alright, fair. Speaking of houses, I wonder if anyone would care if we just moved into Principal Iwata's. Not like the guy's here anymore," he said.
Togetsumura had no mayor, and thus no administrative capacity to arrange estate transfer. Especially since Principal Iwata no longer lived in town. He technically still owned his house, being in possession of the deed. If there was anyone to ask… it would be Jiro Shiraishi.