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My Girlfriend is Kate Takayama	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +G to L > Haganai Views: 3780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Pegasus found out that I was going to visit the Takayama house, he was overjoyed. He assumed it was because I was looking to hire a priest for my and Sena’s eventual wedding. Even if that was not the case, and it wasn’t, he was overjoyed that I was making friends. That was a part of it, but the real reason was because I was dating a girl only a few years my junior, the unofficial advisor for our club, Kate Takayama.
The Takayama family had a large presence at St. Chronica. Maria was a bratty prodigy and a part of the Neighbors’ Club, and Kate helped out on campus. Their mother, Eve Takayama, was on the school board, and often helped with organizing events like field day and the school festival. When Kate whispered in my ear after an intimate evening in the club room that her mother was “even better,” my curiosity had been piqued.
As the family worked for the religious part of the school, maintaining the church and grounds, I had never seen much of Mrs. Takayama. Like Kate herself, her reputation around the school was in good standing. She had been a teacher before being promoted to the school board, and those who had her said that she was the image of a perfect teacher. That already told me that something had to be wrong.
After class was finished one day, Kate texted me and told me to avoid going to the Neighbors’ Club altogether. She sent me the address of her house and a picture of the front gate. It was a suburban house only slightly larger than my own. I was relieved. If I had to deal with another crazy rich girl in my life, I might reach my breaking point. The train ride was short, and in time I arrived at the front door of Kate’s house. A golden nameplate with “Takayama” emblazoned on it was at the front gate. Her neighborhood was a quiet place, especially at this time of day.
Quietly, I opened the gate and walked up the path to Kate’s front door. I rang her doorbell, and waited for someone to answer. I could hear the laughter of Maria coming from inside the house. Kate told me that when she was done studying, she liked playing video games, something she had almost certainly picked up from the club. Recently, she’d been getting into the Steel Necromancer game in an attempt to beat Kobato.
The door opened up, and I was greeted by a woman who looked very much like Kate and Maria. Her hair was the same purplish-silver. She had calm, brown eyes and clothes that hid her mature figure. I could tell that underneath her blouse, her chest had to be at least as big as Kate’s. Her hips were wide, and her long hair was cut straight, with no accessories adorning it. This woman couldn’t have been older than her late 20s, I thought. I spoke up, and introduced myself.
“I’m Kodaka Hasegawa. You’re Kate’s older sister, so would you happen to know where she is?”
The woman let out a hearty laugh. “Sister? You must be Hasegawa. The girls have told me so much about you. Maria tells me you’ve been to the pool, and the amusement park, she’s never had so much fun. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Eve Takayama. Their mother.”
“You look so young,” I said.
“Don’t be shy, come on in,” said Eve. “Maria! Your friend from the Neighbors’ Club is here!”
“Is the poopy vampire with him?” Maria shouted down from the top of the stairwell.
“Kobato’s not with me. I’m only here to see your sister, Maria,” I said.
“Then do whatever you want with the old lady! I’m gonna stay here until I find the perfect plan to show her the power of god!” she shouted down.
“She really has gotten a lot sweeter since she started being your club’s advisor,” said Eve.
She walked into the kitchen, picking up a glass of warm sake that had been set aside. She coyly looked up at me and answered the question I had yet to ask. “Kate’s going to be making lunch for us. She should be here shortly.”
“She can cook?” I said. “I thought she just ate fast food all the time.”
“My daughter’s always busy with her schoolwork, but when she’s at home, she really is my daughter,” said Eve.
I saw before my eyes just what Eve was talking about. Kate walked in, her hair tied up in a ponytail. She moved with a spring in her step. My eyes immediately looked down at her bosom, which was shaking even more than usual through her apron. The outlines of her nipples were visible beneath the fabric. When she lifted up her arms, I saw her silvery-purple bush of armpit hair, dripping with sweat and spreading her scent into my nostrils. As it spread to my tongue, I noticed there was a faintly grassy flavor to it.
“Hi!” Kate said with a wink.
“Why are you in a naked apron?” I blurted out immediately.
“I’m not completely naked, silly,” said Kate, turning around and shaking her plush butt in front of me. A pair of light green panties were stretched across her ass, covering up all but the edges of her bum in a thin layer of fabric. They dipped in the middle, drawing more attention to the contours of her butt than even her nun outfit revealed.
“Then why aren’t you wearing a bra?” I asked.
“Mother doesn’t wear one,” said Kate, taking out a bag of potatoes. She wrapped them in foil and focused her eyes on the microwave.
I turned around and saw Kate’s mother had taken off her blouse, leaving on only her leggings and the underwear beneath them. Her clothes had been folded onto the kitchen chair. “It’s a hot day, Hasegawa. You have to let your body sweat,” she said.
My eyes were instantly drawn to her freely-swinging breasts. They were rocket-shaped, compared to her daughter’s rounded breasts. Her nipples had darkened to a light shade of brown with age, and her areola were puffier than her daughter’s. You could fit her nipple into a 50 yen coin. She casually sipped on her alcohol, eying Kate as she arranged sour cream, butter, garlic, all the toppings a person could dream of to go with their meal. It’s not that different from the fries she gets at WcDonald’s.
“Kate tells me you’ve been dating for a few months now,” said Eve. “You two must’ve hit it off when you first met.”
I wasn’t sure how to tell Eve that our first meeting had begun with a celebratory belch and ended with Kate farting in my direction as she walked away, and laughing about it. I tried to look away from girlfriend’s half-nude mother, trying my best to not let Kate know that the sight was turning me on. From the look in Kate’s eyes, I figured she already knew, and was encouraging it.
“Maria’s told me a lot about the Neighbors’ Club,” said Eve. “She’s not fond of Mikazuki, but I haven’t heard an unkind word about anybody else. She says that Rika and Sena bring in a lot of fun things to play with.”
I hope she wasn’t talking about yaoi doujins and eroge.
“The virtual reality RPG sounds incredible,” said Eve. “I’ll have to talk to Pegasus to see if we can get a version for our home.”
“I don’t think that’s market ready yet,” I replied. Either way I turned my head, I was surrounded by the flesh of St. Chronica’s nuns.
“I caught Maria running around the campus naked. I hope you told her how to behave, mother,” said Kate.
“Of course. No daughter of mine is going to do something like that in public. Just because she’s a genius doesn’t mean she shouldn’t obey the rules of the school,” said Eve.
In public. I was starting to think that the only difference between Maria and Kate was that Maria was too caught up in her perception of herself as a genius to realize that her family’s and the PTA’s rules applied to her, too. In the Takayama family home, I was not surprised that the sisters had picked up on these kinds of habits.
Eve let out a loud belch that smelled faintly of sweet sake very close to my nose. She traced her hand down the curves of her body, slipping her thumb into her navel, before cupping the underside of her fruitful breasts with her hands.
“You’re just like your daughter, Mrs. Takayama,” I said.
“Thank you, Hasegawa,” she said. “Pegasus was right, you’re a smart kid. If Kate calls you her brother, I wouldn’t have a problem with calling you my son. So, tell me, how far have you two gotten?”
“Mother, now’s not the time for that,” said Kate. The oven dinged, and she removed the potatoes from their foil wrapping. “It’s only some deep kissing. He also saw me naked in the shower.”
“I didn’t see that much,” I said.
“You’re a young man, you’re going to want to look,” said Eve. “Kate, I’ll have the usual on my baked potato.”
“I’ll have some butter, please.”
“Coming right up!” said Kate. She raised her arm, the knife clasped in hand, and started spreading the garlic and sour cream and the other ingredients across the steaming hot dish. Sweaty from working at the stove, the smell of her armpit and her mother’s mingled in my nose, overtaking the food smell. My pants felt a little tighter. Eve leaned over and propped her breasts against the wooden table, her stiff nipples brushing into the fabric of the tablecloth.
Kate turned off the oven and unhooked her apron, letting her breasts swing freely. She grabbed the plate of baked potatoes and placed them at the center of the table. Her breasts were right in my eyes, sweat dripping out of her cleavage, off the tips of her nipples and onto my arm. The smell of the food had mixed with the familiar scent of her breasts. I felt her thigh brush up against mine, touching against the tent in my pants. Kate laughed under her breath.
“It’s gonna be an orchestra after dinner,” said Kate.
The potatoes had been cooked to perfection. The insides were moist and flavorful, and the butter Kate had spread on top of mine had cooled the steam rising from the top, making it go down smoothly. She and her mother weren’t using as many toppings as I thought. Perhaps they were trying to avoid spilling any on their bodies, which they continued to unknowingly bare in front of me as we sat through dinner.
We talked about class and I talked about Kobato. Mrs. Takayama approved of me as a boyfriend, and said that she would look out for the Neighbors’ Club, promising to get in touch with the student council as soon as possible in order to ensure that our club had a reason for sticking around.
I looked underneath the table. Kate and Eve’s stomachs were bulging out slightly, over the frills of their underwear. They had stuffed themselves with tea, sake and potatoes. The faint rumbling of their bodies could be heard in a moment of silence. Kate pushed aside the plates and shoved her ass into the air. She shook it back and forth seductively, the soft, white walls of flesh jiggling in the frame of her panties.
Pwwwwwwwwbffff.
A strong stink permeated the room as Kate’s rear wind pushed her panties out from her body, the sheer force of her fart echoing across the kitchen and into the hallway. The sour cream scent lingered on my nose, stinging the inside of my nostrils. The sound fell, trailing off into a smaller fart that followed up on the first one. The smell remained. Kate stuck her tongue out playfully and winked in my direction.
“Kate, we have a guest,” said her mother. “That looks like you’re bragging about your own cooking. Be humble in front of him. Leave the bragging to me!”
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT.
It sounded like a tuba billowing out its low notes from Eve Takayama’s behind. Her ass, firm for her age, ripped a fart so powerful I thought the seams of her panties would be pulled apart. The sound was loud, rattling my eardrums, and the smell of the garlic she had topped her potato with overpowered her daughter’s smell, slowly mingling until half of the room was filled with Kate’s scent, and half with her mother’s.
“Haven’t had one like that in a good long time,” said Eve.
“Is every meal like this?” I asked.
“The food’s got to come out somewhere,” said Eve. “Anybody who’s fallen in love with my Kate has to know that she loves to do this. Why wouldn’t she? She’s learned from the best. Tell me what you like more, Hasegawa. Her smells or her sounds. Or maybe you prefer a more potent woman like myself.”
“Mother, stop flirting with him,” said Kate. She turned and whispered in my ear. “This little one’s for you.”
Psssh.
A spluttering noise, like that of air escaping from a balloon, shot out the side of Kate’s panties. The smell wasn’t strong. Still, I felt the hot wind coming from her butt gently caressing my hand, because she had grabbed it and placed it in the path of her air. The warmth of her gas was calming, in a way. I sniffed the air. The kitchen had become completely enveloped in the smell of farts. I coughed, then held it back.
“I’m not flirting, I’m cleaning,” said Eve. “Hasegawa, this is going to be a wet one.”
That’s the kind of candid talk I’d expect from her daughter. Eve grabbed the edges of her panty-clad buttocks and stretched them out, exposing the edges of her anus to the fabric. I could only see the outer ring of her twitching butthole from the table. Her stomach breathed in and out mesmerizingly, and then, before I had time to mentally prepare myself, a long, wet fart spluttered out the backside of Kate’s mother.
SBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRSH.
The smell quickly reached my nostrils. It was almost exactly like the potatoes. Eve looked satisfied. Kate glanced at her mother, and sat down on my lap. Her breasts shook joyously as her ass slid across my jeans, rubbing against my zipper with her sticky, smooth skin that smelled faintly of excretions.
Puuuuuuuuuuuuu~
The sound reverberated off the gap between my trousers and her underwear, sounding like a muffled slide whistle. I got the direct blast of her smell, weak but having some butter mixed in, before it had time to fade into the kitchen.
“That one is special,” Kate said.
I didn’t say a word about what was going on underneath my pants. I think Kate knew. After dinner, we had all cleaned up, and the kitchen was smelling almost back to normal. Kate and her mother were dressed up and looking normal. It was at that point that Maria came downstairs, crunching a bag of potato chips between her teeth.
“Keep it down! I can hear you all farting upstairs!”
“Maria, please talk nicer to your sister,” said Eve.
“Enjoy your video games?” asked Kate, rubbing her sister on the head.
“I would’ve enjoyed them more if you all weren’t being annoying,” said Maria. She turned shy in an instant. “Are there are any more potatoes left?”
Eve took her other daughter into the kitchen and turned on the microwave. She looked back at me, thanking me for visiting. I noticed the way her butt shook beneath her clothes as she walked into the kitchen, and the soft, squishy feeling of Kate pressing her butt against my thigh.
This is my life that I can’t speak of during school. A love life filled with smells and sounds that nobody else knows about.
“Kodaka, have you ever been to the hot springs?” Kate asked. “It’s mixed bathing.”
Our next date was already set.
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