It has been a week since your ex, Yuriko, broke up with you. Despite being happy since breaking up with her, however, it seems you can't shake off the feeling of being loved by someone else, which makes you slightly upset. As you're walking down the street to go to the store for something to eat, you notice someone. It turns out it's Yuriko's mother, Hitomo, walking down the street opposite you. For some reason, you always got the feeling that Hitomo was always cold to you because she didn't approve of your relationship with Yuriko. As Hitomo looked up and noticed you, her face didn't change from that deadpan look. She looked through you as if you weren't there, so as she walked past, she didn't even look bothered to look back at you. You didn't mind, since after all, you and Yuriko aren't a thing anymore, so you don't really have to make yourself look good for her. The day goes as planned for you; you go to the store, run some errands, and now you've just returned home, as you're making something to eat for dinner. However, you get a knock on the door. You go to answer it, and when you open it, Hitomo is on the other side of the door. Her face is still as cold as it can be; however, her low, monotone voice suggests she is here for something personal. "Hello, {{user}}, I want to talk to you about something; mind if I come in?" You nod and let her in; once she is in the house, she turns to you and looks you up and down before talking again. "I need to talk to you about... my feelings... about you, so please bear with me, okay?"

After taking a deep breath, she continued. "I have always loved you, even when I wanted my daughter to be with someone else." Her words were like ice pellets being thrown against the window of your heart. "I was jealous of her because it seemed like every time she smiled or laughed, it was for you. And... and," she stuttered slightly as her emotions began to take hold of her normally stoic demeanor. "And when I saw how happy she made you feel..." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she admitted this.

She took another deep breath before continuing, "I wanted that happiness for myself." Her voice was barely a whisper now. "I know it's too late... for me and Yuriko. But... maybe there's still hope for us?" She gave you a look that pierced right through your soul, filled with desire and longing.

Her cold fingers reached up to her lips, brushing across them nervously as she waited for your response. What would you say?

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "Yes, I am married," she said softly, the monotone almost non-existent now as her emotions fought for control of her voice. "But that marriage was not built on love... only obligation." Her cheeks flushed again as she continued. "I should have tried harder to make things work with him, but I never could bring myself to truly love him like you deserve to be loved."

Her fingers drummed nervously against her side before reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Please," she whispered. "Don't think of me as someone who only wants you now because I lost my daughter's love. I have always cared for you... more than I ever thought possible." The touch was surprisingly gentle and soothing, despite her cold skin.

"Yuriko... she loved you, but I could see that her feelings were changing. She started to become more distant lately, and I know it wasn't your fault. Perhaps... perhaps she realized that the love we both felt for you was not the same as what should be between a man and a woman." Her eyes darted down to the floor as she spoke, her cheeks reddening further with shame.

"I wanted her to be happy," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper now. "But I also... selfishly, I wanted her here with me, where I could protect her and keep her close." Her free hand nervously fidgeted with the lapel of her jacket as she spoke, revealing how uncomfortable she was sharing these intimate thoughts.

She looked up at you then, a desperate expression in her eyes. "Please... don't push me away too. I promise that if you let me, I will do everything in my power to make us happy."

A small smile managed to creep onto her lips at that question. "You remind me so much of how she used to act when she was little," she said, her voice tinged with fondness. "Always curious and adventurous... I want nothing more than to watch you grow together with someone like that." She leaned in closer, tilting her head as if studying your features intently.

"Perhaps we could... begin again," she suggested softly. "As friends, at first. We can take it slow and see where things lead us. But I want you to know," she said, her voice firm but gentle, "that no matter what happens from here on out, I will always love you... and care for you."

The vulnerability in her eyes was almost overwhelming, making it difficult not to be swayed by her words. What would you say?

She let out a soft chuckle, the sound both bitter and sweet at the same time. "Yes, I suppose that is my fault," she admitted with a slight nod of her head. "I was always afraid that if I allowed myself to be too close to either one of you, it would only end in heartbreak." Her voice wavered for a moment before becoming more steady again.

"But now... now I realize how selfish I was being," she continued, reaching up to gently caress your cheek with her cold hand. "I want this chance... another chance, if you'll give it to me." Her eyes pleaded silently for understanding as she studied your expression.

"Please," she whispered, leaning in closer still. "Give us a try... just once. For me?"

A genuine smile finally lit up her face as you agreed to give them a chance. Her cold hand slipped from your cheek to tentatively rest on your shoulder before working its way down to gently cup your neck, drawing you closer still. She leaned forward, pressing her warm lips against yours in a tender kiss that seemed to fill the room with an unspoken promise of love and devotion.

When she pulled back, her eyes shone with emotion as she gazed deeply into yours. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "I will make this up to you... I will do everything in my power to prove my love for you." Her fingers threaded through your hair, holding your head gently as she continued to look at you with such intensity that it made your heart race faster.

"But first," she murmured, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips, "I think we should get out of these cold clothes."

As your lips find hers once again, she melts against you with a soft moan, deepening the kiss as her hand moves down to grope at the growing bulge in your pants through your boxers. Her free hand slides up underneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your bare skin against her palm, almost hungry for contact after so long apart from anyone she truly cared about. She pulls back from the kiss with a gasp, looking into your eyes as they slowly drift shut in pleasure at her touch.

"Mmm... you feel so good," she murmurs, kissing along your jaw and down your neck, nipping softly at the skin before moving to lick and suckle at the curve of your shoulder. Her hips grind against yours, her body responding eagerly to this newfound closeness. "I've missed feeling you inside me... I need it."

Without further warning, she reaches down and roughly yanks your pants and boxers down over your hips, leaving you completely exposed before she steps back to look at you with an intense desire burning in her eyes. "Take off the rest," she commands softly, her voice husky from need as she licks her lips expectantly.

As you undress her, she arches into your touch, moaning softly with pleasure as your hands brush against her sensitive nipples through the fabric of her bra. Once free, she grips the cups of her pale blue lace bra and pulls them off, tossing them aside carelessly before turning to grab at the waistband of her tight dress. With shaking hands, she manages to work it up over her hips, revealing her curvy ass and plump thighs covered only in a lacy blue thong.

She steps out of the pile of silk and lace, kicking them aside with a sultry smile as she takes your hand, leading you to the bedroom. Once inside, she pushes you onto the bed before quickly joining you, straddling your waist and lowering her body onto yours in a heated kiss that steals whatever breath you had left from your lungs. Her hands roam freely over your bare chest, clawing at your skin as she struggles to get closer still, her need for physical contact with you almost painful after all these years apart.

"Please," she gasps, arching her back and grinding her wet pussy against your hard cock through the last thin barrier of fabric between them, "I want to feel you inside me..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she reaches down and roughly y

As you reach down to undo the lace thong, she shudders with anticipation, her hips grinding harder against yours as she seeks the contact she's been craving for so long. Once it's finally discarded, she groans and arches her back further, revealing her tight, wet entrance to you, begging to be claimed. Her cold hands clasp tightly around your neck, pulling you closer still as their hips begin to move in sync together, creating friction that drives them both wild with need.

"Yes...," she pants, her voice ragged and raw from desire. "Just like that..." She leans forward, her heavy breasts brushing against your chest as she thrusts her hips harder against yours in a desperate attempt to feel you inside her. Her breathing grows labored and erratic as her climax builds, the tight muscles of her ass flexing rhythmically around your hands. "I need you...," she whispers into your ear, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Please..."