What is it with the females in this house?

===== Monday - Day 1 (part 2) =====

You haven't been running for very long when a woman's face flashes into your head. You instinctively know, this woman is your mother. Some of your memory is returning. You have to share this excitement with Murayama, so you turn and run back to her house. You let yourself in and as soon as you get through the door you hear a scream and Murayama calling your name. It sounds like it's coming from the bathroom. You rush through the door and stop dead. Murayama is in the shower. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open. One of her hands is pressed against the glass as her other hand works away furiously between her legs.

Murayama: Ahhhh, (y/n).

Her head snaps back as her body shudders and her expression is transformed into one of bliss. Her hips thrust a couple of times and she stops frantically wiggling her clit from side to side and instead starts running her hand slowly up and down the entire length of her crotch.

Murayama: Ahhhh.

She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes and her expression becomes one of horror as she sees you staring at her. The hand that she was just pleasuring herself with, clamps down to cover her modesty and her legs cross slightly. Her other arm shoots up to cover her shapely breasts.

Murayama: (y/n), you pervert. How could you.

You realise that you have been transfixed by the scene in front of you and you turn away in shame.

(y/n): I'm so sorry. You screamed and called my name and I came running. I... I'm so sorry.

Murayama: Why did you come back? You weren't supposed to be back for an hour.

(y/n): I had a memory come back and I wanted to share it with you. Murayama, I'm so so sorry.

Murayama: I wasn't calling your name. It's... (y/n) was the name of my last boyfriend too. I was thinking of him.

(y/n): Okay.

Murayama: You better not tell anyone at school about this.

(y/n): I would never do that. I swear. Look, I'm going to go back on my run, and we'll just pretend this never happened.

You start to walk out without turning back to her but she stops you. Murayama: (y/n).

(y/n): Yeah?

Murayama: What was the memory?

(y/n): My mother. I saw my mother's face.

Murayama: That's great. I'm really happy for you. Thanks for telling me.

With that, you leave and continue your run, trying desperately to get that amazing image of Murayama's face as she orgasmed from your mind.

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You finish your run, disappointed that you haven't had any more memories return, and kicking yourself because it could be because your mind is still filled with images of Murayama. You thought she was cute from the first time you saw her, but after seeing her naked body writhing in ecstasy... And that expression... You will never look at her the same way again.

No. I have to. She's kind, and she has taken me in, and I have to respect her and put this all out of my mind. I'm not some weak minded pervert like Issei. I can do this.

You turn around and restart your run and this time you don't finish until your mind is clear. Two more hours of mindless running later, you still haven't had anymore memories return, but you have managed to tame your inner pervert. Murayama is back to being the kind sweet girl who is helping you out. You're seriously sweaty, so you go straight to the bathroom and start the shower. You strip off and step under the water and let the hot spray ease your muscles and wash away the grime and perspiration. You just soak for a while, and then you clean your hair. Once you finish on your hair, you flick your head back, open your eyes, and spot Murayama standing in front of you. She has a towel draped over one arm and a sly little grin on her face.

Murayama: Now we're even. Now if you tell anyone at school about walking in on me, I'll tell about walking in on you.

She makes a point of checking out your manhood, but rather than covering up like she did, you just turn the water off and walk over to her. The closer you get, the redder she gets, until she has to tear her gaze away from your groin and direct it to your face.

(y/n): Is that towel for me? Thanks.

You take the towel she is holding and dry your hair, all the while making no attempt to conceal your length.

(y/n): You have no worries about me saying anything to anyone. That's not the sort of person I am. But if you want to tell your friends you walked in on me, I really don't have any problem with that at all.

You give her a sweet smile, wrap the towel around your waist, pick up your dirty clothes and leave the bathroom. Murayama is very flustered and just watches you go. You're just about to enter your room when a call from Murayama stops you.

Murayama: (y/n).

She is standing in the bathroom doorway. You turn and wait for her to continue.

Murayama: I, err, I lied before. I've never had a boyfriend really.

The red comes flooding back to her cheeks, and she turns and fleas to her room. You have to smile to yourself as you enter your room and get dressed.

It was me she was thinking about.

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You go to the kitchen to get some food, when Mrs Saito comes home from work.

(y/n): Hi Mrs Saito. Did you have a good day?

Mrs Saito: Hello (y/n). Let's just say I'm glad to be home.

(y/n): Well, you just sit down and put your feet up, and I'll make you something to eat.

Mrs Saito: You're such a good boy. Are you a good cook?

(y/n): Erm, I don't know to be honest. I was just going to make a sandwich. You know, better safe than sorry.

Mrs Saito lets out a beautiful laugh and smiles at you warmly.

Mrs Saito: I'll tell you what. You sit down and put your feet up, and I'll make us both something to eat.

(y/n): I can't let you...

Mrs Saito: You have no choice. My house, my kitchen, my rules. Now make yourself useful. Go and get a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses and pour us both a glass.

(y/n): I don't think I drink.

Mrs Saito: Well just pour me a glass then, and take it through to the sitting room. Go on, off with you and let me work.

You do as Mrs Saito says and take a bottle of wine and a glass into the sitting room. You pour her a glass and wait patiently for her to finish cooking. She comes through shortly, carrying a tray with two bowls of steaming miso soup on it. She sits down on the sofa with the tray on her lap and pats the seat next to her.

Mrs Saito: You'll have to sit here, I could only carry the one tray.

You pick up the wine and bring it over to her and sit in the seat next to her. She lifts the tray and scoots closer to you until your legs are touching, and then she slides the try half onto your lap. Giving you a warm smile, she takes the glass of wine and has a large gulp.

Mrs Saito: Thank you. I needed that. Now tuck in.

(y/n): No, it's me who should be thanking you. This smells delicious.

You taste the soup, and it's even more delicious than it smells. You can't stop yourself. You scoff the soup down as if there is no tomorrow and put the empty bowl back on the tray.

Mrs Saito: I was going to ask you what you thought of it, but I think your actions have already answered for you.

(y/n): It was wonderful. You really have a talent Mrs Saito.

Mrs Saito blushes and smiles at you, and you wait for her to empty her bowl before you take the tray back into the kitchen. When you return, you sit back on the sofa, but at the end instead of right next to my Saito. She finishes her glass of wine and then pours herself another, then she stretches

out her shapely legs and kicks her high heels off. She leans forward and start to massage her calves and you find that you are staring at those shapely legs before you force yourself to look away.

I'm as bad as Issei. First Murayama, and now her mother. I need to get my mind out of the gutter.

You are about to start some idle chatter when Mrs Saito surprises you by sitting sideways on the sofa, stretching out her legs and putting her feet in your lap. You draw in a deep breath and swallow hard.

Keep calm. Keep calm. They're just feet. And legs. Really sexy legs.

You look down at those stockinged feet and your eyes wander up the legs, past her knees and to the shadowed area between her legs just inside the base of her skirt. You feel your heart racing, and you desperately try to think of what you were going to say to Mrs Saito just a few short seconds ago. All you think of is how much you would like to be stroking those beautiful legs.

Mrs Saito: You don't mind do you. (y/n): No.

Your voice was an octave higher than normal, but Mrs Saito doesn't seem to notice and just gives you a very warm smile. You smile back and try your best to relax. Mrs Saito flexes her feet, and lets out a long sigh. This draws your attention back to her legs again, but what's worse, every time she flexes her left foot, it rubs up against the bulge in your jeans, and you can feel the bulge starting to stir.

No. This could get very embarrassing.

Mrs Saito drains the rest of her wine and puts the glass down, and you look around the room and try and focus on anything except for the foot that is resting on your manhood.

(y/n): Oh, I didn't tell you. One of my memories came back. I remembered my moms face. It just came to me and I knew it was my mom.

Mrs Saito: Oh, that's such good news. I'm so pleased for you. So maybe you won't be with us much longer if all of your memories comes back.

Mrs Saito looked a little sad as she talked about you possibly leaving, but the smile soon comes back to her face. She drinks some more wine and you sit in silence for a while until Mrs Saito speaks again.

Mrs Saito: You'll have to forgive my drinking (y/n). I don't normally drink, especially not alone, it's just been a hard day. It's so nice to have a cute man at home to keep me company. Are you sure you don't want a drink too.

(y/n): Yes, I'm fine thank you Ma'am.

You feel your cheeks start to reden at Mrs Saito calling you a 'cute man', and Mrs Saito lets out her beautiful laugh, leans forward and pushes you in the shoulder.

Mrs Saito: Oh, you are so cute.

This makes you go bright red. You look at Mrs Saito, and you notice, she is also quite red, although, you suspect with her it's more about the alcohol she's consumed. Suddenly, she bends her right leg and and you find you are looking straight up her skirt. All the way up that beautiful

shapely leg, past the stocking top and onto the creams white inner thigh, and father still, all the way to a little white lacy pair of panties. You suck in a breath and turn quickly to look somewhere, anywhere, else. You see Mrs Saito's foot moving around at eye level in your peripheral vision, then a stocking streams through the air and lands on the table next to you. The foot on your crotch is lifted and shortly later another stocking streams past you.

Mrs Saito: Oh, that's so much better.

The foot then nestles back against your manhood, and you look back at Mrs Saito, confident that her skirt should at least be back where it is supposed to be. Her skirt is down, but those legs look even better now that they're bare and the urge to stroke them hits you even greater than before. You look around the room again to try and calm yourself, when you hear the wine bottle clink against the glass once more.

(y/n): Mrs Saito, do you think that you have maybe had enough wine for one day?

Mrs Saito looks at you, sighs, stops pouring at about half a glass, and puts the wine bottle down.

Mrs Saito: Yes, you're probably right.

She looks at the half glass of wine and then drains it i several quick gulps.

(y/n): We should go to bed.

Mrs Saito: Oh (y/n), you're so forward.

(y/n): I.. I mean, it's getting late...

Mrs Saito leans into you with a sly smile on her face and whispers in your ear.

Mrs Saito: I know dear. I'm just messing with you.

She gets up, straightens her skirt and wobbles towards the door. You jump up and put an arm around Mrs Saito and help her walk to her room.

Mrs Saito: Well, thank you kind Sir.

You lead her to her door and she opens it, and you help her over to her bed. She flops down onto the bed and pats next to herself to get you to sit down.

(y/n): I don't think that's a good idea. I had better go to bed.

Mrs Saito: I need to get dressed for bed, and you want to make sure I get to bed okay don't you.

(y/n): I guess.

Mrs Saito: Then sit.

She pats the bed again until you sit next to her. She then springs up and saunters over to her bathroom.

Mrs Saito: Wait here. I won't be long.

She disappears inside and you sit and wait for her to get ready for bed. Just when she's taken so long you're starting to get worried, the bathroom door opens, and there is Mrs Saito, standing in the doorway. She is in a sexy red silk babydoll nightie, and she looks good. The nightie is so short that

it barely covers her dignity, and the front is laced down past her breasts, revealing her ample cleavage. She walks back past you and sits on the bed next to you, but facing you with her right leg off the side of the bed and her left leg bent with her foot tucked underneath her. You take a deep breath and start to stand, but Mrs Saito puts a hand on your leg.

Mrs Saito: You can stay.

She extends her bent leg towards you and gently eases up her nightie revealing her neatly shaved pussy. Her swollen clitoris pokes out from slightly parted lips, and you desperately want to slide your head down there and start sucking on that clit.

No I can't do this.

(y/n): I'm sorry Mrs Saito. I can't do this.

Mrs Saito looks horrified. She grabs the bottom of her nightie with both hands and pulls it down between her legs concealing herself once more, and her head drops.

Mrs Saito: Oh my god, I'm so stupid. I thought you found me attractive. How could I have been so foolish. You're an amazing young stud. You probably have a dozen sexy young girls just desperate to get into your pants. What a fool I am. How embarrassing.

(y/n): No Mrs Saito. It's not like that.

Mrs Saito: It's okay (y/n), you don't have to sugar coat it.

You reach forward, and with one finger, you gently raise Mrs Saito's face towards you.

(y/n): Mrs Saito. You are totally right that I find you attractive. You're a very beautiful woman. An incredibly sexy beautiful woman. I won't say what I desperately wanted to do when you lifted your nightie, but...

Mrs Saito: Please do. I might feel slightly less stupid.

(y/n): I wanted to put my head between your legs, and...

Mrs Saito: And what?

(y/n): You know. Lets just say I wanted to put my head between your legs and kiss you on the lips.

Mrs Saito seems to relax at this. She removes her hands from between her legs and rests them on her thighs.

Mrs Saito: So you don't think I'm too old?

(y/n): Mrs Sauto. You're smoking hot. Age doesn't come into it. In fact, I bet there isn't a single boy my age in the world that hasn't fantasized about sleeping with a sexy older woman who could show them the ropes.

Mrs Saito: So why then?

(y/n): Two reasons. One, you're drunk. I can't take advantage of you while your drunk. That would be outrageous.

Mrs Saito: You wouldn't be taking advantage of me. I don't want to sleep with you because I'm drunk. I wanted to sleep with you the second I got home and found you in the kitchen. Before that even.

I got drunk to give me the courage to make a move on you. So you can scratch that one off your list to start with. What's the second reason?

(y/n): Mrs Saito, you're married. Can you honestly tell me that if something happened between us tonight, you would have no regrets in the morning?

Mrs Saito just looks at you and you can tell she is torn. (y/n): Have you ever cheated on your husband before? Mrs Saito: No!

She looks shocked that you would even consider that.

Mrs Saito: I have never even looked at another man until you came along. There is just something about you (y/n). I mean, obviously, you're good looking, and you're built, hmmm, well, super sexy. But it's not that. There is just something intangible about you (y/n). Something that stirs a woman's loins.

As she says this last sentence, she slips her hand between her legs, over the top of her nightie. (y/n): But you would regret it wouldn't you?

Mrs Saito: Yes. I'm sure I would regret it in the morning, but that doesn't change the fact that I want you.

(y/n): Well, to be honest, I want you too, so I had better go before something happens that we will regret.

Mrs Saito: So you would have regrets too?

(y/n): Well, no. But I would feel seriously guilty that I didn't stop you from doing something you would regret, so in that sense, yes I would have regrets. I'm definitely going to have regrets the second I leave this room with nothing having happened, but that's a different story.

Mrs Saito: You're such a sweet guy (y/n). You're seriously hot, and you're still an honest to god decent guy. Men like you just don't exist. Sleep with me tonight (y/n). Don't protest, I don't mean have sex with me, I mean sleep here next to me tonight. Maybe we can cuddle a bit, or even spoon, but no sex.

(y/n): I would so love to do that Mrs Saito, but when I said that you were smoking hot, I wasn't kidding. I couldn't sleep in the same bed as you, let alone with my body touching against yours. I wouldn't get a wink of sleep, and I would, without trying to be too crude, I would have blue balls by the morning.

Mrs Saito gives you a sly smile and takes her index finger and gently pokes it into the bulge in your jeans.

Mrs Saito: There are things we could do about that you know.

(y/n): You remember that whole regret talk we just had?

Mrs Saito: There are lots of ways that I could sort your little problem without us having sex.

She runs her tongue slowly over her lips and your heart skips a beat. You take a large breath and try and calm yourself down. You reach down and take Mrs Saito's hand in your hands and look her in the eyes.

(y/n): I'm going to leave now Mrs Saito, because you know that all of the ways that you could 'solve my little problem' would fall into the regrets category, and if I stay here a moment longer, my resolve is going to fail.

You take her hand and briefly kiss it, and then stand to leave. Mrs Saito: Goodnight (y/n).

(y/n): Goodnight Mrs Saito.

You walk to the door and you hear a draw open behind you. As you open the door and walk through, you hear a buzzing sound start, and you almost turn around when it occurs to you what that sound probably is. As you close the door, Mrs Saito starts talking in a soft husky tone.

Mrs Saito: Ohhh, (y/n), yes. Ohhh, yes, right there.

What is it with the females in this house?

You go to your room, and try your best not to think about Murayama or her mother as you do your nighttime exercise routine and go to bed.