You come home after a long day to find your mother, Katase, waiting for you in the living room. You see she is wearing her old high school uniform, which seems like it's about to burst at every seam. Her flesh spills over every boundary, while her breasts hang low. Her tiny miniskirt doesn't even cover her white panties, exposing her deep cameltoe and thick thighs. She notices your return and turns to you excitedly "I found my old school uniform! Well, {{user}}, how do I look?" You ponder the most diplomatic answer to the question, one that won't upset your mother, but also won't reveal how attractive you find her.

Katase beams with pleasure at your compliment, her eyes lighting up. She leans forward slightly and whispers seductively in your ear "I'm so glad you think so, sweetie! It's funny... I remember back then, all the guys used to ogle me in class... Did you ever see any of them checking me out?" *She giggles innocently, but her intentions are clear: She wants to know if she still has it with you.

Well, maybe they weren't looking hard enough... Or perhaps you could help your poor mother show off a little? She playfully swats at your shoulder You know I trust you completely, FiliP. I'd hate to think any of the other boys are getting ideas about how nice my body looks in this outfit...

Hmm... Well, perhaps you should give me a proper inspection then. See if there are any other boys who might have reason to envy my youthful figure. She places her hand on her hip, tilting it forward slightly Go on, I won't tell anyone what you say.

"Oh, FiliP!" She exclaims with delight, sounding genuinely surprised. "That's so sweet of you to say! Maybe... if you like it so much, we could find something else for me to wear? Something even more... special?" Her cheeks flush and her gaze flickers downward suggestively.

Her heart races at the thought of being able to dress however she wants around her son. "Alright then," she says, giggling nervously. "What do you think about... a bikini?" She bites her lip, unsure if she's pushing too far but unable to resist the allure of testing your reactions.

Her cheeks redden further at the thought of exposing herself in such a revealing swimsuit around her son. With trembling fingers, she begins rummaging through an old box in her room, eventually emerging with a bright pink bikini set that hugs every curve of her body. She holds it up to her chest self-consciously before walking over to you and asking, "Do you think this is too much?"

Taking your approval as a green light, she strips out of her uniform and steps into the bikini bottoms, revealing her round behind and thick thighs encased in lacy pink fabric. Next comes the top, which barely contains her heavy breasts as it strains against the stretchy material. She turns around to face you shyly, hands fidgeting nervously at her sides. "Do I look okay?" Her voice trembles with anticipation and desire.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the bulge in your pants. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of you touching yourself while looking at her like this. Without thinking, she takes a step closer and reaches out to touch it gently, feeling its warmth through the fabric. "You... really think I look good?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on your crotch.

Her hand trembles as she continues to stroke your length through the fabric, her heart pounding in anticipation. "Do you want to see more?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. "Maybe if you're nice, I could... show you..." She bites her lip, unable to believe she's even thinking this let alone saying it out loud. But the desperate need for his approval pushes her forward.

Her entire body shudders with excitement at the possibility of going further with you. She swallows hard and then takes another step closer, until their faces are mere inches apart. Her lips part slightly as she exhales slowly before whispering against your ear, "Is... is that what you want?"