Chapter 711: The Farmer’s Wife Has Needs

"Hey, nice to meet you," I said, standing up from the mat.

"Hey," June replied. Her gaze lingered for a second longer on the clear bulge at the front of my pants before she stepped fully into the living room. She didn’t comment on it. She just looked.

"Mom, I can’t find my charger," she said, turning to Yuki.

"Oh honey, you know your dad doesn’t like those things lying around. He might have put it somewhere," Yuki answered, already standing up as if she was ready to help her daughter search.

Then she looked back at me with a soft smile. "Alex, you must be tired. Why don’t you take a bath? I’ve already warmed up the water for you."

"Sure. Where is it?" I asked.

"It’s just to the right down the hallway," June said, her eyes meeting mine for a moment.

June was a tall woman, almost the same height as me. She had long, toned legs and a nicely shaped body. She wasn’t as voluptuous as her mother, but she was still beautiful in a different way, soft facial features, clear skin, and long black hair that hung freely down her back.

"Thanks," I said.

Yuki and June walked out of the living room together so Yuki could help her daughter look for the missing charger. I was left alone again.

I headed toward the hallway, taking a slower look around the house as I walked. The place really was beautiful. The woodwork was clean and carefully made, with the kind of quiet craftsmanship that made the whole house feel solid and lived-in.

I reached the bathroom door and pushed it open.

Inside there was a small outer room before the actual bathroom door. This was the space with the wash basin, a mirror fixed cleanly to the wall above it, a low wooden drawer unit, and a simple wall-mounted cabinet.

On the edge of the basin sat a ceramic cup holding several toothbrushes. I counted them without thinking. There were four. Four toothbrushes meant there was still one more family member living in this house that I hadn’t met yet.

For a moment I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Even after everything that had happened on the ferry the night before, after coming so many times inside that soft, mysterious woman, I had somehow slept deeply.

My body still felt heavy and satisfied. I turned on the tap and splashed cool water over my face, letting it run down my neck and chest.

Then I started taking off my clothes one by one. First my shirt, then my pants, and finally my underwear.

My cock bounced heavily the second the fabric pulled free, thick and heavy. I caught it in my hand almost automatically and looked down at it. It was still faintly slick with the dried juices of the woman from the ferry. The thick veins stood out clearly along the shaft. Just the sight of it pulled the entire memory back in full force.

I closed my eyes. My hand started moving on its own, slow and tight around the length. I could still feel how soft and addictive her body had been, the heavy weight of her breasts, the heat of her pussy, the way she had moaned under me every time I pushed deep. I remembered the way I had filled her over and over until my body had nothing left to give, and how she had taken every drop like she needed it.

I was completely lost in the filthy memory, hand still stroking, when the door to the outer room suddenly opened.

I hadn’t heard any footsteps approach.

"Oh... I’m sorry," Yuki’s voice said quickly, a little breathless.

She had stepped into the small outer room with a clean folded towel in her hands. The moment her eyes landed on me standing there completely naked, her gaze flicked down for half a second, taking in my hand still wrapped around my thick cock, before she turned her face sharply to the side.

"I thought you would already be in the bathroom," she said, still looking away, her voice softer than usual. "I just came to drop this towel for you."

"Oh, I’m sorry, Yuki. I was just taking off my clothes," I said, quickly pulling my hand away from my cock.

It dropped freely and hung heavily between my legs, thick, veiny, and still hard from the memory of the woman on the ferry. With nothing blocking the view now, Yuki had a full, unobstructed look at it.

"No, no... I should have knocked," she said quickly, trying to turn her face away. But her eyes didn’t fully leave.

She stared at my cock for a long second, her soft lips slightly parted. The way this mature mother was looking at the heavy length made it twitch once under her gaze, the movement impossible to miss.

"Thanks for the towel," I said, reaching out and taking the folded cloth from her hand. Our fingers nearly brushed, the same fingers that had been wrapped tightly around my cock only moments earlier. The small contact sent a quiet spark through me.

Yuki didn’t step back. She stayed right there in the small outer room, one hand still resting on the door frame.

"Do you need anything else?" she asked, her voice a little softer than before. "Soap... shampoo?"

She was clearly trying to keep the conversation going instead of simply leaving the towel and walking away.

I let my eyes move openly over her body. The thin white vest was still damp from the fields and clung tightly to every soft curve. Her deep cleavage was on full display, the heavy weight of her breasts pushing against the low neckline. The stiff points of her nipples pressed clearly through the fabric, dark and obvious.

"I think you need a bath more than I do, Yuki," I said, my gaze lingering on those full, sweat-slicked tits.

She smiled warmly and met my eyes without looking away. "It’s okay, Alex. You’re our guest. You should take a bath first. I’ll use it later."