Obasan was currently dressed in her work attire; a sleek and professional black skirt, white blouse, black stockings, and matte black high heels.
She couldn't help but crack a smile as she saw Takeo checking her out.
"Like what you see?" She asked as she struck a pose.
Takeo nodded as he watched her hips sway and her breasts jiggle beneath her blouse.
"Yes," he replied. "In fact, I want to strip you naked and fuck you senseless right now!"
She let out a bright laugh, causing her bosom to tremble violently. "As much as I'd like that, I have to go to work!" She gave him a smile and a wink as she continued, "but i'll let you fuck my brains out again tonight if that's what you want~"
"I'll hold you to that," Takeo said with a lustful smile. "But first I need you to do something for me."
She looked at him with curiosity as she laid his plate down at the foot of the bed. "Ok, if I can do it I will!"
"Pull your tits out," Takeo said.
"Pfffft," She laughed. "I thought it was something serious!"
"It is," Takeo replied with a straight face. "I have a present for you."
"Oh?" She asked visibly intrigued. " And what kind of gift would require me to pull my tits out?"
"This," Takeo said as he held out his hand and opened it palm up.
Obasan looked closer as her eyebrows rose. "They're too big to be earrings, don't tell me they're..."
"They're for your nipples," Takeo said with a smile. "I thought about how much I loved your breasts, and wanted to claim them permanently," he said showing her his teeth.
She couldn't help but blush when she saw the possessive glint in his eyes. She gulped before she tentatively picked up the two silver nipple rings from his palm. "Ok, I can wear them but I need to get my nipples pierced later at a beauty salon."
Takeo felt pleased as she seemed to accept his claim on her. "It's okay. I wanted you to take your tits out for another reason."
With a smirk she replied, "of course. I know how you can never get enough of them!" She felt a bit of pride as she remembered the enamored look on his face the night previous when he would stare at her chest.
Takeo sat up and slid the blanket off of him, immediately drawing her eye to his fat flaccid cock. "Obasan, I forbid you from wearing bras anymore!"
"Eh?" She said, taken aback. "B-but I still have to go to work! Can I just not wear it here at home?"
"Nope!" Takeo said firmly as he shook his head. Without giving Obasan a chance to reject, he reached out and began to unbutton her while blouse. "I want everyone to see and know that you are a claimed woman. My woman!"
"Then the nipple rings..." Obasan said as she looked at her hand.
"Yep," Takeo said with his signature smile. "Just imagine the look on the peoples faces as you walk down the street with your big tits jiggling and nipple piercings poking through your shirt... and knowing that they'll never be able to touch you."
Obasan couldn't help but blush as she envisioned the scene. Her pussy started to tingle and dampen slightly as she imagined the disgusted look on the women's faces and dumbstruck look on men's faces.
As she was thinking about this, Takeo finished unbuttoning her blouse and revealed her tightly bound breasts. Today she was wearing a white bra so that is wasn't obvious through her white blouse.
She was brought back to earth as she felt him reach around her back. Immediately, she felt them drop and grow slightly heavier.
Obasan wasn't a shy lady by any means, so this time she didn't blush. She was used to people gawking and judging her massive breasts. Previously she was only slightly embarrassed to showcase herself intentionally in public. The more she thought about it, the hornier she got.
"This is my final gift to you," Takeo said as he held up his hands again. Before she could ask what it was, Takeo wrapped it around her neck and clasped it. It was a tight black band that fit snugly around her neck, with a silver medallion hanging from it. On the medallion was engraved "1".
***
Takeo was currently dressed in his school clothes; Navy blue shoes, navy blue pants, and a white collar shirt. He also had a leather bag slung over his shoulder.
After Obasan left for work with apparent excitement mingled with anxiety, Takeo ate the breakfast she had prepared for him. She had prepared plain white rice for him with several sliced apples and bananas.
He knew very clearly that she did this because she wanted his cum to taste better. Although his lion growled in discontentment for meat, the thought of having his women enjoying the taste of his cum piqued his interest.
Very quickly, Takeo arrived at his school gates.