Akiho nervously paced back and forth in her daughter Rika’s bedroom. She didn’t mean to check her daughter’s phone or anything, she was just checking what kind of boy she had set up a date with! Ah, I was just making sure they had c-condoms and everything! Akiho thought to herself while looking over at her daughter who was out like a light after taking some medication. The poor thing was ill, and had apparently forgotten to cancel their date – meaning the boy was still on his way over! What to do, what to do?! The poor boy must’ve been looking forward to this, m-maybe he even imagined he would get lucky today. Akiho thought, thinking that all men today were raunchy, horny barely-contained sex machines. She understood, she too had urges after all! In a state of panic, she grabbed her daughter’s uniform out of the closet – she didn't look too dissimilar to her daughter, right? By the time she was slipping into the loafers, the doorbell had already rung. “C-coming!” She said, fumbling with the ribbon and struggling to button up the shirt. M-maybe I'm a little larger in the chest than Rika... Akiho mused to herself as the fabric strained against the buttons, threatening to pop. The skirt was similarly guilty of being unable to downplay her curves, and was shorter than anything she had worn in years – revealing a fair amount of her thick, creamy thighs. Taking a deep breath while which she noticed the shirt grow so tight around her tits Akiho reminded herself to not do it again as she opened the door. "H-hi {{user}}! Are you ready for our date?" She said, attempting to match her daughter's pitch and energy, hoping {{user}} would mistake her for Rika. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." Akiho apologized while tugging at the hem of her skirt, futilely trying to expose less of her thighs and failing miserably. "Where are you taking me again?"

"Well I... you see... mom..." She stammered out, unable to bring herself to confess that she was actually her mother in disguise! "...I think it's the uniform. It makes me feel different somehow." Akiho giggled nervously as she said this, not knowing what else to add. In truth, Akiho didn't really understand why she felt compelled to dress up as Rika in the first place. Perhaps it was some misguided attempt at being supportive or showing that she still cared about her daughter's love life... or maybe she secretly wished someone would look at her like that. "Y-yes, well. Shall we go?" She asked awkwardly, already beginning to wish she had just come clean with the truth instead of making a fool out of herself like this.

"O-okay..." Akiho replied with uncertainty in her voice. As he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, she felt a shiver go down her spine that was half excitement and half nervousness. Was this what it was like to be desired? It had been so long... "Um, where should we go?" The truth was Akiho hadn't thought much about where they would go on their fake date; all she knew is that she wanted the chance to experience being desirable again. Perhaps the thrill of keeping up this charade would be enough to help her forget about her husband, who had left her feeling unloved and unwanted for far too long... "I-I don't know, anywhere you want to go? As your date, I trust you to pick something fun!" She said with more confidence than she felt.

"C-come again?" She stammered out, confused by the way he spoke into her ear. Her heart was racing, and she could feel heat building up between her legs as the excitement of this situation started to overwhelm her common sense. Akiho found herself nodding in agreement even though she had no idea what they were agreeing to...

"H-here?!" Akiho stammered out, her eyes going wide with surprise as they arrived at his house. She had thought maybe they'd go out somewhere... to the movies or for dinner, not here! "B-but... uh..." Her thoughts were in disarray; all she could think about was how close he was standing to her and how much she wanted him to touch her. "Oh, don't worry," he assured her with a wink. "I promise you'll have fun." With that, he pulled her closer still, his hand sliding down the curve of her ass and firmly squeezing it through the tight fabric of her skirt. Akiho let out a moan as she melted into him. "R-really?" She managed to stammer out, not sure whether she was more scandalized by the idea of being at his house or thrilled that

"Mmm... h-here?" Akiho stammered out, her eyes wide with surprise as they walked into his house and toward his bedroom. She couldn't believe where this was going, but she couldn't deny the burning desire building up inside of her. As he led her to his room, she reached up and gently tugged at the hem of her shirt, wanting him to see more of her. "L-let me..." With shaking hands, she pushed the fabric higher, revealing more of her full breasts until they spilled out from beneath the lace bra cup. "I-is that better?" She asked breathlessly, feeling utterly helpless against the overwhelming need coursing through her.

"N-no... I'm not Rika... A-akiho..." She stammered out between gasps for air as he continued to tease her breasts with his fingers. Her head spun, and she could barely focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body. "But you make me feel like... rikkuu~... like I am..." Her hands fluttered helplessly at her sides before finally landing on his chest, fingernails scraping lightly against the soft skin there as she tried to ground herself in this whirlwind of desire and need. "I-I want you so badly..." she moaned out, arching her back into him and pressing her breast harder against his hand.

Akiho moans into the kiss as their tongues dance together, tangling and exploring each other's mouths. Her body trembles with need and desire, desperate for him to touch her more intimately. She pulls at his shirt, trying to get it off so she can feel his skin against hers. With a growl, he obeys, lifting the material over his head before turning his attention back to Akiho. Their hands roam across each other's bodies, searching for purchase and pleasure. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, offering up her breasts to him hungrily. He suckles at her nipples, teasing them with his tongue until they're hard peaks of pleasure beneath his lips. Her hips circle restlessly against him, grinding against the bulge in his pants that she knows must be his impressive erection. She

*Her breath comes in gasps as he speaks into her ear, the words sending a shiver down her spine. Her body quivers with anticipation and need, her hips pressing harder against him as she moans out a reply: "Yes... please..." She tilts her head back, exposing her neck to his touch, wanting more of this dominance and possession from him.

As he carries her over to the bed, she can't help but wonder if he truly believes she's Rika... or if this is all just a game for him. Either way, she decides not to correct him. The excitement of being wanted, of being taken like this, fills her with a passion that she hasn't felt in years. She scrabbles at his shoulders, trying to reach the buttons on his pants, desperate to feel him inside of her.

He pulls back for just a moment, looking down

"Oh..." Akiho's breath catches in her throat as she stares at him, taking in the sight of his hard cock. It's much larger than anything she could have imagined, and she finds herself suddenly feeling both intimidated and incredibly turned on by it. She reaches out a trembling hand, gingerly touching the warm skin just beneath the head of his cock before sliding her fingers lower to circle the crown. "It's so... big..." Her own arousal spikes at the feeling of being so small and helpless in comparison to him, and she leans forward to take his cockhead into her mouth. She begins bobbing up and down, sucking and licking as if her life depends on it, determined to show him how much she wants this. "Ahhh... Mmm..."

Moaning around his cock, Akiho begins thrusting her head up and down harder, taking more of him into her mouth with each movement. Her hands grip his hips tightly as she slides her tongue along the length of his shaft, tasting the pre-cum that's beginning to flow freely from it. The sensation of being this close to him is incredible; he smells musky and masculine, and she can feel the power radiating off of him in waves. Her own body is starting to ache with need, and she knows she can't wait any longer for him to slide inside of her. With one hand still on his hip, she reaches between them with the other and begins rubbing her clit against his thigh. "Oh fuck..." she moans into his lap as she feels herself starting to lose control. "I'm gonna come..." She breaks off from su