章 321: Akemi and Karma
My name is Jason, and this is my story of how I went from an angry teenage "motherfucker" to a young man who is confident of himself and his sexual mastery of women...or at least one woman, Akemi, my Japanese stepmother.
When I met Akemi, I was a bad-ass punk who grew up as a loner and a rebel. I blamed much of this on my asshole of a father, who didn't want to deal with me when my mother died. Dad was some sort of college jock who turned businessman and was full of himself, if you know what I mean. How he ended up marrying my mother is a mystery to me (and to him, I think), and as he constantly reminded me, I was the "oops" moment in his grand scheme of things. When my mother unexpectedly passed away, Dad who fancied himself as a ladies' man, didn't want a seven-year-old brat cramping his style or chances with the women. So, it was off to boarding school with me.
At first, I passively rebelled by flunking much of my school work that I could have done with my eyes shut. But this just resulted in stupid remedial courses, teasing classmates, and nagging teachers. After being held back a grade, I decided to change with way I acted out. I did so by getting back at people who sought to make my life miserable by making theirs worse.
The labels of "incorrigible" or "juvenile delinquent" were applied to me, and I was expelled and bounced from one boarding school to another. Besides irritating my father, the only other perk of my bad-boy persona was that I attracted more than my fair share of female boarders. You'd be surprised how many girls were willing to stray from the straight and narrow of boarding school life to traipse briefly on the wild side with me.
In retrospect, I now realize that although my father was upset at having to respond to school officials and then having to find a new school, he couldn't care less what happened to me. This was apparent when he made the perfunctory appearances at parental events and never failed to slip his off-handed reminder about what a "pain-in-the-ass" I was just before he left.
The only other time I saw my father was when he trotted out one of my new stepmothers. The 'Three Stooges' - or 'Moe, Larry, and Curly' as I called them - were the classic mid-twenties bimbos - proxied-blond, busty, and dumb - who couldn't string words together to make a coherent sentence. They were all smiled in pseudo-friendliness when they met me and then proceeded to ignore me once my old man did. By the way they fawned over my father, I knew that they were financially dependent on him and earned their keep by lying flat on their backs with their legs spread wide. That is until some other skirt happened to catch my father's wandering eye, and they were dumped like me.
Akemi, however, was intriguingly different. The minute I laid eyes on Akemi I was thunderstruck and so was she, judging slight widening of her almond-shaped eyes which was immediately followed by a subtle smile that graced her delicate lips. She was a naturalized Japanese which became immediately apparent when she bowed when introduced to me. I remember when my father chided her for doing so, Akemi serenely said, "A woman always bows to a man as a sign of deference. I definitely see a man before me." This response pissed my father off to no end, but Akemi paid him no heed, and I found myself immediately warming to and interested in my new stepmother.
Her Asian exoticness was highlighted in her demure but discerning eyes, classic high cheekbones, straight nose, and an inviting mouth. Her long black hair was pulled back from her attractive face into a simple ponytail that fell down her back to just above her narrow waist. Standing about five-foot-four, Akemi was dressed in a simple but chic black slip dress that molded to her slender figure and casually accentuated her modest curves. When combined with her cultured Oriental grace, Akemi was subtly alluring and certainly sensuous.
Akemi was further distinguished from Three Stooges who could barely walk and chew gum at the same time, by a certain sense of maturity. Although she looked a few years older than her predecessors, I was surprised to find that she was thirty, some twelve years older than me; ran a shiatsu massage business out of her home; and as such was financially independent of my father. I also discovered that Dad had given up his "bachelor" pad to live with her when Akemi insisted that I spend the winter break of my senior year at her house much to my father's scowling disapproval.
Because I haven't lived with my Dad and stepmoms since attending my various boarding schools, I balked at first at my new stepmother's invitation. It was then that Akemi took a step forward to place herself between my Dad and me, and bowed to me from the waist. In doing so caused her dress to fall forward to give me a teasing but fleeting glimpse of the tops of her modest ivory breasts cupped in a black lacy strapless bra.
Then with smiled as she straightened and with an intriguing twinkle in her slanted eyes, Akemi said in a silky-smooth tone that only I could hear, "Jason-san, do you not feel a special bonding between us? I do, and know that you are now a part of my life. Your father will be traveling during the Holidays on business, and if you honor my wish, we will have a chance to get to know each other. It would be my pleasure if you will share my home for everything in it, is yours."
It went without saying that my answer was, "Okay."
Still, when I rang Akemi's doorbell a couple of weeks later, I was wondering what the hell had I gotten myself into. However, once Akemi opened the door, whatever reservations I may had simply disappeared. Her face immediately brightened upon seeing me as a wide smile graced her delicate lips. She bowed quickly to me and I couldn't help but notice that her long hair had been lazily pinned up to tantalizing expose her lovely alabaster neck and shoulders - an unspoken a hint of things to come.
"Jason-san! Welcome to my humble abode. Please sit here," as she directed me to a small padded bench just inside of the entryway.
As I sat, Akemi knelt before me and began to unlace my shoes. "In my house, we do not wear shoes," she said as my Vans were deftly removed. Whatever I might have said froze in my throat for as Akemi bent over, her thin scoop-neck sweater fell forward to treat me to one hell of a breathtaking view of her braless tits.
Tender cones of snow-white flesh dangled mouthwateringly before my eyes. Each was topped with a delectable puffy dark pink areola from which a delicious cylindrical nipple jutted up and out. Then just as my mouth began to water, Akemi straightened and smiling at me said, "Please honor me by wearing these slippers that I purchased especially for you. Come, let me show you your new home."
Akemi's house was a narrow three-story structure built on a steep slope for a panoramic view of the city. The first floor was dedicated to Akemi's shiatsu business. The right-side consisted of a small lounge just off the entryway, and a small office that was tucked in the far-right-corner and under a stairwell that led to the second floor. A restroom and changing room for her customers were straight ahead. The ofuro (Japanese hot tub) room occupied the far-left-corner and her massage room to the left of the entryway.
"My late husband insisted that our house was traditionally Japanese. So, you will find that the 'tatami' (straw mats) in the rooms which a separated by 'shoji' (rice paper sliding) doors. This lets me change the floor configuration as needed. Please bring your suitcase, and let me show you the upstairs of our house."
I enjoyed watching swaying of her lithe form as Akemi ascended the stairs. At the top of the stairs, we immediately enter a second-floor combination kitchen and dining area. A small restroom was under the stairs that led to the third floor, and on the other side of the floor was a modest living room.
The third floor consisted of a study area and the master bedroom that was separated by a bathroom. Except for the bathroom, the other rooms were defined by sliding paper screens which Akemi showed me as she drew a screen to make the study area into a small room.
"Jason-san, this will be your room. We do not have beds because we sleep on futons (sleeping mattresses) that can be folded and stored to provide space. Why don't you join me in my bedroom and chat while I finish packing your father's suitcases since he leaves early tomorrow morning for another of his two-week trips."
The master bedroom was a large room with a panoramic view of the city. I lounged about casually watching Akemi pack, taking in her casual grace and natural beauty. She shyly inquired about my life but wasn't at all shocked when I shared my dislike for my father, my well-earned bad-boy reputation, and the various girls that I had bedded. I, in turn, discovered that "Akemi" meant "bright and beautiful," that she had been about my age when she was first married and immigrated to the States; and that my father was only the second man she had known intimately.
Then having finished packing, Akemi nodded slightly to me and said softly, "Please forgive me, Jason-san, but I must dress for your father wants to take me to dinner tonight. My apologies, but he was quite insistent in making reservations for only two. I have, however, prepared dinner for you and it is in the refrigerator. You only need to warm it in the microwave oven."
I told Akemi not to worry about the situation because my father and I didn't get along and that I could use the time to rest and relax. "Thank you, Jason-san, for being so understanding," Akemi said as she bowed to me to once again flash me a glimpse of her tits. "I promise you that we will have more time once he has departed to become intimately acquainted.
"Now please excuse me for a moment, Jason-san," she said as she started to slide a shoji door between us, "but I must dress for your father will be home soon. He is an impatient man if he is kept waiting." With that Akemi slide a screen to enclosure herself in her bedroom. Yet, what she didn't realize was that the setting afternoon sun clearly silhouetted her enticing figure against the rice paper partitions. I watched as she undressed, her pert tits, the curved buns, and the form of her nudity clearly outlined before slid into her party dress.
Opening the bedroom screen, Akemi turned as she pulled her long hair together and lifted it to present me with an unzipped royal blue party dress. "Jason-san, would you be so kind as to zip me up," Akemi murmured. As I complied with her request, I couldn't help but notice that there was just a hint of a skimpy tong and no bra strap. It was then that I realized just how much I envied my Dad.
My brief reunion with my father was regrettable and forgettable. After he and Akemi left, I ate, lounged about, showered, and decided to hit my bed, or should I say "futon," early. I was in a deep sleep when I awoke to the sounds of a woman in "distress" and knew immediately that woman was Akemi. With my heart beating in my throat, I crept to peep through a slight crack between the shoji doors of the master bedroom, and received the surprise of my life.
There was Akemi stark naked on her hands and knees with my equally naked Dad fucking the living hell out her doggy-style. With each thrust of his hips, Akemi whimpered in pain as if a bar of white-hot bar of iron had been rammed into her pussy. With her long dark hair tossing and clinging to her sweat-covered body, her clearly visible tits flopped back and forth, jiggling wildly, with each thrust of his hips.
Akemi suddenly lowered her head to the futon and shoved her butt back into my father, driving him crazy in the process. However, as I strained to get a better view without falling through thin screen walls, Akemi subtly turned her head towards where I hid and looked directly at me as she cleared her hair from her face. With a sensuous smile, she slid a finger over her delectable lips and gave me an unmistakable wink to my complete amazement and confusion.
By this time Dad was gripping her hips slapping his loins against Akemi's quivering buns. With a guttural roar, he yanked her back to him, literally lift her from the floor as he spewed his guts into her churning twat. Akemi took all that he could give until he was spent, panting, and draped over her back. Then like a loose sack of potatoes, Dad just dropped off to the side to sprawl on his back in utter exhaustion.
Akemi took a nearby thin cloth towel and swiftly wedged it between her legs to catch his oozing sperm discharge. Then spinning around as she pulled her long hair from her face, my lovely Japanese stepmother proceeded to dutifully lick my old man's cock and nuts clean.
Dad was snoring heavily by the time Akemi righted herself. In no great rush to cover her nudity, Akemi casually eased herself into a thin robe but did not bother to close it. She then combed out her long ebony locks until her hair cascaded smoothly down her back, her swaying breasts and stiff nipples playing a teasing game of hide-and-seek from the folds of her open robe. Finally composing herself, Akemi looked direct at the crack between the shoji doors, and slowly bowed to me before reaching to turn off the bedroom small lamp.
I rushed back my room in the darkness. Shedding my sleep pants and underwear, I immediately jerked off, quickly blowing my wad into a handful of Kleenex tissue. After a brief respite in which I laid on my futon and recalled what I had just witness. With visions of a naked Akemi willingly submitting to my horny old man, my hand once again found and gripped my hardening penis. My fantasy, however, soon became one in which I was the one mounting and taking my willing stepmother, and I swiftly erupted a second load into another wad of tissue.
The next morning, I found Akemi sipping tea in the kitchen. "Good morning, Jason-san," she said with a slight nod. "I hope you slept well," Akemi paused before continuing after a slight pause, "and that your father and I did not 'disturb' you too much last night."
I was stunned at Akemi's subtle innuendo about my voyeurism, and before I knew it, I said, "You knew I was there. You saw me last night, watching the two of you, letting me see you naked...and having sex. And yet, you didn't say anything, or try to hide yourself from me."
"In Japan, Jason-san, we live in such close quarters and are often separated by thin shoji screens. We have a different attitude about nudity and personal relationships. I am not ashamed of my body, or my bodily functions, or my discharging my spousal obligations. And as I have said before, I feel a special bond with you and as such, I am comfortable with you seeing me as you did.
"Your father does not normally need to relieve his physical urges before he goes on a long business trip; however, last night he was rather 'insistent' when it came to pillowing me. I believe that your presence in my house gave him reason to demonstrate his prowess and dominance to me - a certain possessiveness - something like a 'dog' marking its territory. I saw no need to upset him or his inevitable release by informing him of your presence."
"But - it sounded like he was forcing himself on you. You sounded like you were in pain and being raped. But, then you smiled at me, and later sucked and licked him clean."
"Ah, Jason-san, let me explain. When I was married to my first husband, I was completely naïve and inexperienced. My mother and aunts instructed me before my wedding that the sole purpose of a Japanese woman was to please her husband - to make his meals, tend to him, and take care of his bodily needs, especially his sexual urges.
However, when 'pillowing' with her husband, a proper Japanese wife does not utter carnal pleasures like a 'woman of the night.' Instead she must feint reluctance almost to the point of being forced. When physically penetrated, a lady through her cries and sounds must make the man feel and believe that his proportions are simply enormous and that she has never experienced a bigger manhood. Thus, the whimpering you heard last night was to make your father feel like he was a virile samurai who was having his way, forcing himself on and ravishing an innocent farmer's daughter with his fleshy sword."
I sat there in stunned silence as I shifted uncomfortably as I sought to hide the stirring in my pants. I was sure that Akemi saw my physical reaction but she casually changed the topic by asking if I was hungry. I absently mentioned that I normally was a brunch-person, and then asked about her plans for the day.
"Well, I have no customers scheduled for the next two weeks in part because of the Seasons and because the chilly weather. I will use the lull to clean, and I was planning to scrub the ofuro and wash area. If you would assist me, I am sure that we can spend the rest of the day getting to know each other better."
After a quick change of clothes, I joined Akemi in the ofuro room. I found her dressed in a loose cotton tank top and baggy shorts. By the way the front of her top quivered, I knew she was braless, and when she bent over or squatted, Akemi gave me inviting glimpses of her slender but shapely legs and her thong-covered crotch. I knew t that I would definitely enjoy helping Akemi and that this was destined to be a day to remember.
Akemi nonchalantly shared more of her life with me as we worked. "I did not know my first husband, Kenji, because our marriage was arranged by our fathers who were massage colleagues. Kenji was much older than me, and had immigrated to this country to open his own massage business in this city. He eventually become a naturalized American citizen much to the dismay of his parents.
"I did not know at the time, but Kenji resented being 'forced' into marrying me, and on our wedding night he took me, forcefully using me without hesitation or reservation. It was sufficient to say, I did not have to feign pain when Kenji deflowered me. Although I was a young woman about your age, I was terribly innocent in the ways of the world and especially men. I did not know any better and came to think that pain was a normal part of marital sex. And in the end, I did as my mother had instructed me and submitted to my husband's physical desires throughout our marriage as painful as they may have been.
"Kenji-san was a strange man who yearned to be American but insisted on the Japanese tradition especially in terms of his house and me. While he demanded that I become a naturalized citizen, Kenji-san expected me to be a traditional Japanese wife who cleaned, washed, cooked, and served him. The only two exceptions were that Kenji wanted me to work once he found that I had learned massage from my father; and the second exception was that he did not want to have children, opting instead to expand his massage business."
Akemi continued, "I quickly learned that a female masseuse attracted a lot of male clients and some wanted more than just shiatsu. But my husband was quite adamant that if I let my customers have liberties with me, they would come to think of me as a prostitute. Over the years, I learned to deal with such sexually-seeking customers with cultured skills and feminine grace. When my husband died a little over two years ago in an unfortunate automobile accident, I had my own clientele and was successful in all things except one...the pleasure of lovemaking."
I immediately flashed back to the vision of her naked body from last night and the truthfulness of her statement. However, before I could say anything, Akemi read my facial expression and said, "Your father was at first a client who wanted certain 'extras.' He quickly found that I did not allow such liberties or date my customers. However, when I was widowed, he had no qualms taking advantage of my innocence and vulnerability.
"At the time, I was lonely and without a strong dominant man. Your father stopped being my customer to pursue me. He was quite persistent and persuasive when courting me which is something I have never experienced. The fact that I had a good business and this house gave him added incentive. But, I think he married me because I was Asian and was refreshingly submissiveness when being bedded."
When I asked Akemi if she loved my father, she paused and with down casted eyes whispered, "I have tried. But, like my first husband, love continues to elude me with my second husband. Your father is rather physical when pillowing with me, but he leaves me yearning for more, and..."
Akemi abruptly stop, obviously wondering whether to continue. When I urged her to continue, Akemi slow eased to her hands and knees facing me, and absently began to scrub. I openly drooled at the sight her displayed swaying tits as she silently worked in front of me. Akemi must have been aware that I was ogling her incredible body, but she made no effort to conceal the delights of her obviously displayed breasts.
Distracted by the unobstructed view of her bodily delights, I almost didn't hear Akemi whisper, "I have discovered, Jason-san, that these 'business trips' that your father frequently takes, are not all business." Akemi then looked me in the eyes and blinking back her tears, reluctantly said, "It seems that your father has at least two other women in different cities whom he is seeing. I always knew that faithfulness was never a strong point of your father, but...while I have tried to save our marriage...it is to no avail. I have been considering ending our marriage."
I reached out to comfort Akemi and she folded into my shoulder. When I let it slip that I would hate losing her as a stepmother, Akemi said as she placed her hand on my beating chest, "Jason-san, I have a confession that I must make." Pausing slightly, she went on to say, "From the moment I lay eyes on you, I knew you would never be my stepson."
When she saw the look of confusion and hurt on my face, Akemi quickly leaned forward to give me a light kiss to allay my fears. "You are to me a young man, Jason-san, who for some inexplicable reason," she whispered softly, "has captured my every thought and dreams from the moment that I laid eyes on you. I believe...no, know...that it is 'karma'. You are the reason that I left Japan to endure an empty marriage. It was fate that I married your father and suffered another round of loveless coupling.
"Then just when I began to worry that this might be my lot in life, I saw you. I was breathless, and felt an immediate 'knowing' of you - or as the French say it, déjà vu. I sensed the same in you. It is as if we have known each other in another life time, and after having been separated for so long, have finally found each other. I knew then and there that we were meant to be together - not as stepson and stepmother - but, as man and woman."
Akemi's ensuing kiss was deep and soulful, conveying her need and hope. "This is why I have so brazenly let you see me which is something that I would not do with anyone else. I have noted your bodily reactions and from what I saw, your unspoken desire for me. I have listened to the rapid beating of my own heart as I did so, and have accepted that my building yearning for you was undeniable. I am as helpless as a moth drawn to a flame, knowing that I will be consumed and wanting to be..."
I took Akemi right there and then on the washroom floor, but in a way she never experienced and which was a promise of what was to come. There was no force involved, no grimacing pain, and no callous disregard as she had known in her years of marriage to Kenji and to my shit-ass father.
Instead, I kissed Akemi long and passionately, letting our tongues touch and then intertwine in each other's mouth. She broke away, gasping at the intensity and then moaning softly at the overwhelming pleasure. Akemi eagerly sought my mouth for more oral fulfillment. Her sucking lips locked with mine, with an urgent hunger as if to draw my very soul from me.
My hands glided over her trembling body to slowly peel off her damp tank top. Her creamy breasts seemed larger on her slender nude torso, projecting firmly but enough heft to hang with a ripe fullness. My mouth descended to engulf as much of her irresistible succulent flesh that had tantalized me for so long, and feasted on the ambrosia of my Japanese goddess. My sucking lips ravished her spongy areola, turning them a burgundy red, and my rasping tongue lashed her stiff tasty nipples until Akemi whined in newly discovered passion.
By this time, I had slipped off Akemi's baggy shorts and skimpy thong. My fingertips freely roamed her exposed nudity, boldly yet tenderly exploring her every nook and cranny. Goosebumps arose on her smooth ivory skin and her slender body trembled with escalating passion as I licked a hot wet path down her quivering body. Akemi cried out sharply then gasped repeated when I plunged my face between her soft inner thighs to do some serious muff diving in her neatly trimmed bush. My harden tongue tip ploughed the slit between her swollen pussy lips from her stiff clitoris to her oozing quim and then back up.
When I suckled her throbbing love button, her hips jerked off the tiled floor to thrust repeatedly into my mouth. Staccato pants punctuated the air as Akemi gyrated her hips under my oral assault. Her inner thighs clamped furiously on either side of my head, pressing my face feverishly into her churning sex. Suddenly her back arched sharply as Akemi shook in a violent mind-rendering orgasm which I later discovered was the first she had ever experienced.
As Akemi collapsed in utter exhaustion, I quickly stripped before her appreciative half-closed almond-shaped eyes. With broad smile of utter satisfaction, Akemi purred, "Oh, Jason-san, what have you done to me? I never knew that a man could make me feel like this. Ooh, what have I missed all those years waiting for you to enter my life. What else do I have to look forward to?"
"Well, technically," I chuckled as sat up cross-legged in front of her with my raging hard-on sticking straight up, "you're still my stepmother." Then pulling Akemi to me, I made her kneel so that she straddled my legs and faced me. Sliding my hands under her, I gripped her buns and lifting her, I positioned my flanged manhood head at the inviting entrance of her womanhood.
"And since I've always been called a bad-assed 'mother-fucker.' I see no reason to change. I think it's time that this stepson demonstrated to his lovely stepmother how I plan to live up to my reputation." With that, I slowly lowered Akemi to impale her on my fleshy stake.
"Ai, Jason! Your fleshy sword is so big and long," she hissed as I breached her vaginal opening. "You are stretching me like no man has ever done. Ooh, how you torment me by slowly entering me, letting me feel my slippery womanhood slow yield and spread as you penetrate me to my deepest. Ai, I never knew pillowing it could be so... excruciating...and yet so...wonderful!"
Even though Akemi flowed free with her liquid excitement, her sizzling cunt was the tightest I had ever fucked. I filled of her steamy twat, and Akemi suddenly grasped my shoulders to hump herself on my cock repeatedly. With each downward thrust of her hips, Akemi emitted that addictive girlish whimper I had heard the night before and to put it simply, I felt 'out-fucking-standing'!
I dropped to my back and pulled Akemi on top of me so that she sat astride my hips. As I slid all the way up her molten wet-velvet love tube, Akemi hesitated and murmured anxiously, "Jason-san, this is not right. It feels so strange. The man is always on top, planting his seed in the fertile body of his obedient woman who is always under him as a sign of her submissiveness and servitude. This is most unseemly."
"Akemi," I said in an understanding but firm tone of voice, "you may be my stepmother, but you have much to experience in the art of lovemaking. If I am to be your man, you will find that my carnal urges may seem at first uncomfortable or strange. But, that is because you have been denied and mistreated by your former and current husbands. Please me, my stepmother, for I will be your man and your lover. Do you accept this, Akemi?"
Akemi leaned forward and as her spongy tits pressed against my chest and kissed me tenderly. Nodding in acquiescence, she formally intoned, "Hai (yes)! You are my soul-mate who was fated to find me. You make me complete by giving to me what I have been missing. You are my man, Jason-sama - my lord - and my master. Hai!"
Hesitantly and awkwardly at first, Akemi pumped repeatedly up and down, but as promised, her efforts soon became an erotic bump-and-grind as she gave herself to the addictive pleasure. As she repeatedly drove my thick cock between her widely spread legs, her twat slapped noisily against my groin. With her stomach undulating lewdly, Akemi's mewling became louder, more insistent, and urgent. Sweat dripped freely from her face as Akemi shamelessly rubbed her stiff clitoris against me, rejoicing in her new-found freedom and self-induced ecstasy.
It became clear that Akemi was teetering on the edge of a much-deserved climax. All she needed was something to send her over the edge. That something was a saliva-coated finger that wormed into her virgin asshole as a promise of things to come. Akemi exploded in a cosmic orgasm so intense that it detonated my own gut-rendering climax.
We made wild passionate love throughout the Holidays with me introducing Akemi to the art of love. She did whatever I wanted and in so doing, immersed herself and wallowed in the shameless rawness of getting "hot and heavy." Despite her initial reservations, Akemi especially became adept at 'riding the iron horse' as she now called her mounting of my raging erection and brazenly rocking back and forth until we both came in glorious orgasms. My Christmas present to Akemi was teaching her the pleasures of anal sex, and by the time we rang in the New Year Akemi was my woman in all ways.
Shortly after the turn of the new year, I returned to school to finish my last academic semester. After my departure, Akemi sent my father packing and filed for divorce from him. Dad was upset that his indiscretions had somehow been uncovered and that his sweet talking and excuses got him nowhere. However, it wasn't until my graduation when Akemi showed up at as my "special" guest that he was able to discern the real reason for their divorce. Boy, did Dad go ballistic when Akemi told him that I had seduced her right under his nose and had been her lover for the past couple of months.
I am currently attending a massage school and am planning to do my apprenticeship under Akemi. She, in turn, is doing her internship in lovemaking under me - and on top and a variety of other positions. All that matters are Akemi's cries of orgasmic ecstasy whenever I fill her quim with my virile baby-batter.
When Akemi and I were first seen in public as an obvious couple, we raised lot of eyebrows due to our apparent age difference. It didn't help when Akemi would shock the truly nosey or obnoxious by saying that she's my stepmother, and was actively engaged in an affair with her "mother-fucking" stepson. However, when her divorce was finalized and I was no longer her stepson, I still able to continue my well-earned reputation as a "motherfucker." To understand this, you only need to look at Akemi's smile of contentment and the swelling of her belly.
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