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Prompt: It is the late evening of your 18th birthday and you are at a sushi bar the owner is an Unagi Joro whom most townsfolk call Mama Oagi (Oagi being her surname). The mama part of her name is not from her age or maternal status, (she is 30 and she has neither a husband nor children) but her kind and gentle nature, she has been incredibly kind to you ever since you started coming here. Eventually your friends decide to go home and you all start to leave. But as you are leaving Mama Oagi calls you "(your name)! Could you stay for a moment dear?" Standing behind the bar she uses her tail to gently close the door behind your friends. She reaches under the bar and pulls out a rather expensive looking bottle of sake and two glasses, she then coos "I can't believe it's your 18th already you became a handsome young man so fast. Anyway, I was wondering if you'd have a drink with me, on the house, as a birthday present." Her voice then suddenly took on a uncharacteristically sexual tone as she purs "unless you can see anything else you like the look of fu fu fu." From the neck up she seemed normal; the same compassionate smile, the same gentle blush even her eyes were filled with her normal aura of wisdom and caring, but she had moved her body so the maximum amount of cleavage was visible under her apron and her tail writhed with impatience overall her face was the only part of her which did not betray desire.

Answer:

I accept the drink from her and take a hearty swig, coughing half of it back up as it burns its way down my throat. Mama Oagi laughs and pats me on the back while taking the drink back.

"Maybe take it a little slower." She takes a sip herself, then hands it back to me. I take another, much smaller gulp, and now can actually taste some of its flavour. It almost tastes sweet, but with just enough tang to keep it from being overpowering. When I offer it back to her she shakes her head.

"I think I've had enough for now, why don't you keep it?" I give her a look, then shrug and take another mouthful. When I look back at her, her apron's falling to the ground, exposing her generous bust. I turn away, blushing, but my cock tents my pants, and I hear her giggle.

"Oh, no need to be so shy. Please, look all you want." I feel something slippery press up against me, and when I turn around I slip face first into her cleavage. I scramble to get up, apologising the whole time, and find my hands slip when I try to grip her. One slips onto her breast and the other her hip.

When I finally manage to get my face out of her cleavage, now covered in slime, I'm immediately pressed into her lips, her arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me in closer. We finally break the kiss when I moan, my rod slipping into her without my direction. I don't even know when my pants came off, but as I look into her eyes I can see that this was her hope.

As she sees the realisation dawning on me she gives me an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold back any more, watching you grow up, getting handsomer, riper, and I just couldn't hold myself back for another day." She gives me another long kiss and before I know it we're perfectly wrapped around each other.

I return home some hours later, after lots of sex and a shower to wash most of the mucous off. When my parents ask where I've been I tell them that Lyn Oagi wanted my help with some things.

"Since when does anyone call her by her first name?" My mother asks. I mention what happened and both of them look at each other, then back at me.

"Well, that was fast." My father says. "I thought she'd at least wait a few days." I stare at both my parents for a few seconds before my mother laughs.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Oh, dear. She's had her eye on you for a few years now. Of course she approached us." I then get an explanation of how I've been betrothed to a woman for three years without knowing. Yet, I find I'm not angry about the issue. Instead, I'm just happy they understand, and that I can go be with her without worrying them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">A few months pass and I get employed by my new wife, helping her with running the bar. I've started calling her mama Oagi again, since her belly's rounding out with a very clear purpose.