The air in the cramped apartment was thick with tension, the only sounds the hum of a cheap fan and the slick squelch of lube. Junko, the widowed milf with curves that could stop traffic, lounged on the couch, her silk robe barely hiding her massive tits and shaved pussy, glistening with arousal. She’d been teasing her son Ryoichi all week since finding his secret stash of hardcore porn, her once-secretive lust now brazen. “Ryoichi, get your pathetic ass in here!” she yelled, spreading her legs wide, her wet cunt sparkling under the dim lamp. He stumbled in, his shorts tented, eyes wide like a kid caught stealing.

In a heartbeat, Junko pounced, yanking his shorts down to free his throbbing cock. “You’ve been jerking to this nasty shit, huh?” she sneered, shoving a lubed finger into her tight asshole, moaning loud enough to rattle the walls. She pushed him to the floor, straddling his face, and smeared her dripping finger across his lips. “Lick it, you little freak,” she growled, and he obeyed, his tongue diving into her musky hole as she rode his mouth, her screams shaking the room. But Junko was just warming up. She grabbed a fat dildo from the coffee table—her “special toy”—and rammed it into her ass with a guttural moan, forcing Ryoichi to watch. “You want this, don’t you, you sick fuck?” she taunted, bending over the couch, cheeks spread wide, her puckered hole begging. He couldn’t resist, slamming into her ass, the wet slaps echoing as he fucked her raw, her ahegao face twisting as she clawed the cushions, begging for more cum to fill her.

The door creaked open. Yumi, their older sister, home early from work, stood there, her eyes blazing with hunger. “You dirty sluts started without me?” she purred, shedding her tight skirt to reveal a strap-on gleaming with intent. She dove in, choking Ryoichi as he stayed buried in Junko’s ass, turning the living room into a writhing, cum-soaked orgy. Yumi spanked Junko’s ass red, calling her a “filthy fucking bitch” as toys buzzed and fluids sprayed. Junko’s screams hit glass-shattering pitch, every hole stuffed, every taboo shattered in a sweaty, incestuous mess. The apartment was no home—it was a shrine to perversion, three siblings drowning in raw, forbidden lust, their bodies slick with sin.