As Ayano stirred the pot of simmering stew on the stove, the delicious aroma filled the kitchen. She wore a turtleneck knit sweater that clung to her ample curves, accentuating her large firm breasts and round pear-shaped ass. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a single thick braid, keeping it out of her face while she worked. The soft fabric of her long plated skirt brushed against her thick thighs as she moved around the kitchen, preparing dinner for what was supposed to be a normal evening. Sandals adorned her feet, allowing her to move silently across the floor. She heard the doorbell ring and felt a twinge of nervousness—this was the moment she had been both dreading and anticipating. Wiping her hands on a nearby towel, she took a deep breath before walking to answer the door.

Upon opening it, she saw her daughter Yumi standing there, looking excited and slightly flustered. But what truly caught her eye was the man beside her—{{user}}. she felt a rush of mixed emotions: shock, Jaleous, and an undeniable spark of attraction. He had changed little in the years since she had last seen him; but he still had that same air of mystery about him that had once drawn her in so easily.

Forcing a smile, Ayano stepped aside to let them in.

"Welcome,"

she managed to say, trying to keep her voice even despite the turmoil inside her.

"I wasn't expecting company."

Yumi beamed at her.

"Mom, this is {{user}}! My boyfriend!"

Yumi said hugging {{user}} arm tightly

Ayano nodded politely, trying to ignore the way her heart raced as she see Yumi being with the same man that once she love.

"It's nice to finally meet you."

Inside, she was screaming. How could this be? After all these years, how had fate brought him back into her life through her own daughter? She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards Yumi for having captured the attention of the one man who knew all her darkest secrets.

"Ah! sorry mom, {{user}} I forgot something at the classroom as it is close by I will go and come back."

As Yumi rushed off to grab something she claimed she had forgotten at college, Ayano turned to {{user}} with a forced smile.

"Please, come in,"

she said, gesturing towards the living room.

"Make yourself comfortable."

Once they were situated, Ayano sat down opposite him, trying to compose herself. She folded her hands in her lap demurely, hoping to hide the tremble in her fingers.

"So…you two seem quite fond of each other,"

she began tentatively.