Do you know who a sommelier is? I've been told that it's a wine specialist or a waiter specialized in serving wine. A very prestigious position at a high-end restaurant. That's the theory, anyway.

According to Saionji Youko, that definition shortens to "Tsuyoshi serving wine". Apparently that's part of my contract for my part-time job at Radish. Damn you, fine print. Naturally, liquor isn't normally available there, but as my boss cheerfully reminded me, one did not stop being employed by her just by leaving the premises. Thus, somehow I ended up tagging along to one of Youko's get-together parties with her old friends.

…how we ended up in Katsura household is completely beyond me however.

Get this: apparently Youko, Mrs Kiyoura and Mrs Katsura go way back. I wouldn't have suspected that Sekai's mom has friends in such high places to begin with! Now stuck between three moms of my close highschool friends, I can't help but feel a little tense. I know the first two well enough. Youko is Sekai's mirror image: hyperactive, prone to teasing, flirty, blunt and to the point. She was the one who suggested that I come over to be a glorified errand boy. At the very least she said that she'll make it worth my while – and it most definitely was going to be a monetary worth and not anything else. Thank goodness.

Setsuna's mom, Mai, is calm and collected, as if to balance Youko's nature out. I can see her daughter like this in a few years once her self-esteem grows some; this kind of calm suburbia sage that everyone knows and that everyone can ask for help.

Kotonoha's mom, Manami, I just cannot put my finger on. She seems like a complete opposite of her offspring (with Kokoro in mind): she's cool and collected like Mai, but in a cold, standoffish way. There's no warmth to be found in her look or how she carries herself. Even as she drinks the same portions as the others – and that is some heady wine, let me tell you – her face doesn't change a bit.

Something about it genuinely pisses me off. Is that what Kotonoha and Kokoro have to contend with at home? A mother that seems to want nothing but accomplishments without giving anything in return? I can only hope that the only reason she's like this is because of my presence here. All in all, watching three women in their early 40's – give or take a few years – getting themselves sloshed without a care in the world is a little embarrassing, I have to say.

Equally embarrassing is Mrs Katsura's dress, which seems a little inappropriate for an outing like this. There's so much cleavage in there – not to mention an obvious lack of bra - it feels like it just doesn't belong alongside Youko and Mai's more casual creations. Still, it's rude to stare – and so I keep myself occupied with fetching the wine. The ladies chat amiably between themselves, so there's no need for me to interfe—

"Hey hey, Tsuyoshi! Tell us about school life!" Well, never fucking mind. Youko flashes me a shit-eating grin, red in the face. Looks like she's the first to go. "Found yourself a girl yet?~"

"Please, Youko, let him be." Mai tries to assuage the situation, offering reassuring shoulder pats to Mrs Saionji. "It must be embarrassing enough for him to be here in the first place…"

"Well, he shouldn't have agreed to it!" Youko puffs out her cheeks all childishly. Perhaps you shouldn't have asked me about it. Or offer me an extra to my weekly salary. "Besides, he's a… a… ungh, he's a gen-tel-man." She ends up syllabizing the last word with a giggle, her tongue clearly a little numb from the liquor.

"I've heard quite the contrary." Mrs Katsura replies, staring at me impassively. "That he is a violent delinquent and troublemaker."

"B-but he does it…" Youko hiccups, grinning even wider. "for the giiiirls~ Didn't he save Boobynoha right at the start of the year?" I am not repeating this nickname to anyone. Mai gives Youko a bonk upside the head to get her to stop, but that only seems to get Mrs Saionji into higher gear. "And then Secchan~ Like twice, together with… uh, whatshisface?"

"You must be speaking of Kotonoha's boyfriend." Oh yeah, she and Itou hit it off pretty well. Manami still doesn't sound very impressed, though, admittedly, it's hard to be impressed with him sometimes. He's just… there. "I'd also appreciate if you didn't give my daughter disparaging nicknames."

"Ain't that the truth though? Seriously... give her like" Another hiccup. "two years and she'll have titties like melons." Youko must be referring to Mrs Katsura's prodigious bust size. It's… something else, especially in that dress. Seriously, what is the point of that dress?

"Even still…"

"Even still nobody gave you a good groping in a while!" And there you have it, a wild drunken Saionji in her natural habitat; fondling another woman's breasts. Courteously, I avert my gaze and try not to think of the soft squishes they make. "Seriously, look at these badonkadonkas!"

"Please unhand me, Saionji. This is improper." Well, Mrs Katsura is taking this turn of events in stride, even as Mrs Kiyoura lamely tries to pry Youko off the other woman, herself not feeling too well after her fill of liquor. It seems that the only two people left with their faculties about are me and Manami.

"Feast your eyes upon these hoonkadonkaroos, Tsuyoshi!" Youko howls triumphantly as I, rather obviously, do not feast my eyes upon anything. Actually, no, that piece of wall opposite of this situation is looking quite appetizing. "I'll even unwrap 'em for you…!"

"Youko, noooo…"

Eventually, the partygoers had to call quits. Delivering Saionji to her room despite her protests – and her questing hands – took me some time, but eventually I dragged her to bed and stayed with her until she was asleep; else she would be wandering about trying to stir up trouble. Mrs Katsura handled Mrs Kiyoura in the meantime. Since this was the dead of the night, the host offered me to stay the night. Kotonoha and Kokoro were not going to return home until tomorrow afternoon, so there was still place for me there. Yes, I was going to be sleeping in a girl's bedroom with all that implied, but it probably beat having to share the room with Youko.

And so I found myself sleeping among the pleasing warm pastels of Kotonoha's bedroom. Well, tried to anyway. Whether because the bed was too soft or because I was afraid of an untimely visit by a sloshed mother, I ended up in the kitchen, getting some water to try and not to think about anything right now. Manami was kind enough to lend me some of Mr. Katsura's PJ's; a little baggy, but comfy enough.

"You too can't sleep?" I think I jumped a little. She moved from shadows with a small smile on her face, clad in a lavender bathrobe. Even without the subtle makeup she used and the huge cleavage window, she was something else to behold. The smile seemed like a new addition however; I recalled that she didn't seem to have much of a good opinion on me.

"Not really, no." I shrug, trying to focus back on the glass of water in my hands. Manami walks over to the cupboard, procuring herself a bottle of juice. "I hope that's not a problem?"

"Not at all." She shrugs in kind, pouring it for herself. We just do our own things in the kitchen, trying not to disturb the other. For a moment there's nothing but silence. "I owe you an apology, Ikeyama-kun." I look over to her with a raised eyebrow. "I called you a delinquent and a troublemaker, yet you were nothing if not gallant the entire evening."

"It's nothing." I wave it off with a shrug. There shouldn't be rewards for acting like a decent human being, really. "I've just been taught that staring at a woman's breasts is rude."

"Then you must be one of the few boys your age with such knowledge." I wish she was wrong, but I've seen firsthand what an average Sakakino schoolboy pays attention to first. "Not even Kotonoha's boyfriend is immune to that…" If you wear that dress from earlier too often, I can see why people would get distracted. That being said…

"Do you want me to set him straight or…?" Manami laughs, waving off my concerns.

"Goodness, no. As long as he ends up paying attention to her, that is what matters." She hums, sipping her juice and idly rolling the glass in her hand, watching the drink inside raise up a little. "I don't want some no-good troublemaker to scare him off my daughter." I can't help but smile a little.

"Duly noted. So, uh… do these parties get so rowdy that often?"

"If alcohol is involved. Usually Youko likes to be even more indecent, but I suppose your presence calmed her down somewhat." Funny how that works. I'd have thought the complete opposite. "Still… it's a nice presence to have every now and then. Makes me feel ever so slightly wanted, even if it's just a drunken lust."

"Wanted? Why wouldn't you feel wanted?" I ask her before I can bite my tongue. She looks at me growing redder before smiling. It's a strangely sad smile, the kind that doesn't fit on her stern features.

"There's been no love in my marriage for quite some time." Oh. "My husband is a good man, but he's not much of a romantic. The affection we had towards each other went away shortly after Kotonoha was born. We persist together for her and Kokoro's sake, but we don't mind." Manami remained silent for a moment, staring at the water in her glass. "He's a friend, but he's no lover."

"I'm, uh… I'm sorry to hear that." It certainly felt awkward discussing a grown woman's marriage problems in the middle of the night. I couldn't exactly comfort her beyond a kind word, could I? "But… no offense, Katsura-san, but why tell me all this?"

"Ah… why indeed? Forgive a frustrated woman." She smiles at me again. Her purple eyes – less vibrant than Kotonoha's and slightly smaller in size – watch me curiously and I find myself staring back at her, blushing slightly. Something about her gaze is really intense. Probably best not to think too much about it. I finish my glass of water, putting it back in the sink. "I was just hoping for a shoulder to cry on… a shoulder to rest my head on."

"Well, that might be difficult since I'm so short…" I laugh, but it sounds awkwardly, strangely. Manami finishes her glass and approaches me.

"Come with me."

By all means, I should have not come with her. I should have excused myself and retreated to my staying room, but something about her just compelled me to stay. Was it the piercing gaze? The tone of her command? The hold of her hand on mine, so warm and soft despite the initial frosty reception and current determination?

Did I subconsciously know what I'm about to get into?

She led me to her bedroom, a spacious affair that spoke volumes about the lavishness and luxury of itself and its inhabitants. Some part of me screamed out in alarm, but she was holding onto my hand too firmly to squirm my way out of this without a fight. She finally let go after a simple "sit". So I'm sitting, watching her as she stands before me, tall and mystifying.

"Ikeyama-kun. What do you think about me?" She asks, in a tone that suggested not to try and weasel out with a half-answer. What was there for me to think about her? She was Kotonoha's mom, stern and yet kind… quite gorgeous, as I've come to realize. Manami smiles slightly when I lit up with a blush.

"I, er… w-what do you mean?"

"As a person… and as a woman." Oh no. Oh, how is this a thing? Isn't she married? I'm wearing her husband's pajamas right now, for God's sake! Goddamnit, and here I was fearing Youko's assault.

"K-katsura-san, I don't think I s-should answer such personal questions…"

"I do not mind."

"S-still, er, I, uh…" Something about her expression changes as she approaches me. Her hand is stern and reaches between my legs, electing a surprised yelp. Ow. Owowow, she's squeezing and it feels good and it hurts and oh god it feels good…!

"What do you think?" She repeats the question, the palm of her hand rubbing into my crotch as her fingers hold me. Damnit, I should push her away or something, but instead my body is frozen, unable to move. Well, there's one part of it moving alright, much to my chagrin.

"Katsura-san… d-don't squeeze, you're too rough…" I croak out weakly. She clicks her tongue in annoyance and takes her hand away, but before I can thank her for that, she attacks with her knee, slowly grinding it into the spot. A strangled cry comes from my throat. She grabs me by the chin and tilts my head up, staring at me with these piercing violet eyes.

"Don't stall, Ikeyama-kun…" She warns me with a voice that reminds me of a velvet cloth put over a sword. A part of me wants to stall, because for all the uncomfortable squirming, something about her knee hits the spot in just the right way. I shouldn't be in this spot, with this woman, in her own bedroom… but it feels good…

"Kat…katsura-san… you're beautiful…" I hear myself say. She smirks and brings her lips down on mine, seizing me with fervor. Her tongue invades my mouth and for a moment my word goes white as she keeps driving her knee between my legs, playing with me as she sees fit.

She pulls back eventually, leaving me be and I can't help but have a disappointed whine escape from my lips. This might be the hardest I've ever been, and even in this baggy PJ's I'm feeling the strain. She doesn't seem to mind, making sure my eyes are on her as she slowly undoes her bathrobe and lets it fall off her. She wears nothing underneath and I can't pry my eyes off her. Her body is unreal. How do such women come to be? There's not a hint, not a trace of a scar to suggest any of her form is enhanced or artificial. It's pure nature.

I quite like nature, I've come to realize. "What about now?" She smirks, approaching me again and seizing my crotch again, her fingertips rubbing all over. Before I can muster up a response, her hand reaches under the pants and pulls out what it was looking for. I bite back a groan as it wraps around and starts stroking while her lips trace over my face, just short of my lips.

I shouldn't have such thoughts about any woman, let alone a married one, but these thoughts were so carnal, so base, I couldn't help but blush when the notion popped up in my head. My bottoms came off and soon the shirt joined them, so the both of us were naked. It was a strange, delirious dream that I was having – the kind that you don't wake up from. Manami pushes me down, deeper onto her bed, and then unceremoniously mounts my face.

"Lick." She commands. There's a crown of hair adorning her womanhood, arranged in a neat composition – but I can't pay attention to that when she's ordering to take action. I heed her and start licking. Her sex is hot and slightly salty to the taste, but something about it just sends my mind into overdrive. Manami seems to appreciate my efforts, a pleased sigh on her lips. Slowly, her hips start moving back and forth, back and forth, giving me even more of her incredible taste. She's slowly turning wet.

A gasp goes right into her when she grips my meat again, stroking it faster and rougher than before. "Mm… don't get too wild there…" She purrs, the other hand slowly tangling itself in my hair. Her hold is firm and she herself weighs a bit, but I persevere and keep pleasuring her. One of my hands rests on her rear – as sinfully full the rest of her – and squeezes. That gets her to gasp, but she only replies by gripping my hair tighter. "Like that…" Manami breathes out, warning me of consequences to come should I prove disobedient again.

Honestly, a part of me wants to disobey. For now I play it safe, enjoying the flavor on my tongue and the shudders of her body. A moan escapes my lips as she keeps stroking me, and then they never stop even as my tongue digs deep into her sex. "Good boy… hah…" Her hand feels incredible. I can think of a few other things that she could use, but it's hard to make them out amidst her velvety grip.

Her weight eventually disappears as she shuffles off me, leaving me dazed and confused. That feeling doesn't last very long however; soon my manhood finds itself smothered in the indescribable softness of her bosom. Oh my God, I think my world went white again for a moment there. She makes it even worse, her hot mouth wrapping around the tip as she attacks from both directions. I cannot hope to hold out against such onslaught, and sure enough, I let out a groan and give in, flooding her mouth with my seed. She lets it spill out, spill all over her breasts as she licks her lips clean and then lies back, slowly spreading her legs.

Somehow, my dick is rock hard despite the earlier pleasurable hell. "Come here." She commands, and I've no will to resist her. I'm there instantly, feeling my hands shake as I seize her inner thighs to hold and come in closer to her molten hot womanhood. "Put it in." I do just that. She bites her lip as I slide in effortlessly, hilting myself in her sex. Manami gives me a smoldering look, the kind that can only mean one thing.

"Do as you like, Ikeyama-kun." These five magical words make something snap deep in my mind. Without thinking, with only vague recollection of my movement, I pull back, then slam into her with all I can, making her moan in approval – and then I do it again, and again, and again. Her voice, initially subdued, forgoes that entirely and lets me hear her needy voice in full. Face deep between those amazing breasts, which I couldn't possibly leave unattended, I do all in my power to rip ecstasy out of her throat.

She cums soon after, roused by earlier teasing, but she doesn't let it stop her. "Keep going…!" She half-demands, half-begs, her legs locking down on my waist. How can I say no to such an impassioned announcement? We rut against each other in a lewd daze, kissing and lashing tongues as I try my best not to lose my mind from her sheer perfection. Manami whines, stroking my cheeks, frantically whispering what a good boy I am. We kiss again, this time slowing our pace just a little to switch positions. I'm the big spoon, holding up one of her legs as I piston in and out, in and out, taking in her moans and gasps. We don't last too long like this; the pleasure was too much, and I still needed some release.

With a groan, I pull out and let it spill all over her fair form, watching her squirm in the heat of my seed as her climax brings her over the edge too with no small amount of carnal satisfaction. Fuck, this should be illegal, being this drop-dead gorgeous. Manami groans one last time before laying down still, beckoning me to join her. "Good job..." She smirks, gracing me with a kiss. We remain still, kissing like this for a few more moments. "Mm… we'll need to take a shower. Or a bubble bath…" O-oh. I'm not sure if I can handle a third go…

And then, much to our mutual surprise, the doors to the bedroom open, revealing Youko in nothing but a pair of panties, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Manami, why all the ruckus…?" She groans, too sleepy to make out the details in the room. Before Mrs Katsura can reply or before I can be spotted, Mrs Saionji opts to just turn on her heel and wave at us dismissively. "Some people are trying to sleep, yanno..." She's gone as soon as she came here. I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Manami chuckles quietly, giving me one more kiss. "A quick shower might work better."