/jp/ - Otaku Culture

i was stuck sitting between mommy Mashiro and grAnny yAmmy the whole night at that karaoke bar. the air in the room was moist and thick, as they continued to down various drinks, while i nary let a drip of the devil's juice near my lips. i had to drive them home, but i was becoming increasingly agitated with their advances as their desire to sing songs quickly waned in favor of asking me intrusive questions.

"you're not a VIRGIN are you, anon?" said the red, flushed face Mashiro, before she and yAmmy started bursting into laugher. i squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, hoping these 30 year old experienced vixens would not push the subject any further, but they persisted. "come on, anon" yAmmy slurred, before she drunkenly started poking at the crotch of my hands "does this chin chin get any action?" she could barely finish her sentence before erupting into more laughter. i started to turn beet red in the face. "when i was your age..." yAmmy trailed off.

then, Mashiro excitedly gestured towards yAmmy to come closer, and started to whisper in her ear in front of me. i couldn't make out what she was saying, but whatever it was was causing them to giggle relentlessly. what are they scheming? Mashiro leans back and clears her throat, before she starts running her hand along the inside of my shaking thigh. "Anon...." i could feel the beads of sweat making their way down the sides of my face, my heart practically beating in my mouth.

"if you've never done it before...
we could help you with that"

What's with the (((imagery)))?