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?"

Hearing that you don't mind, she takes another moment to look at you. Her eyes dart around your body, taking in the details that her mind had always lusted after. The way your jacket hugged your shoulders and arms made her want to rip it off of you. The gentle breath you let out when exhaling caused shivers down her spine; she never thought she'd have such a reaction to anyone else besides Yuriko. Finally, after what felt like hours to Hitomo but was probably only mere seconds, she manages to find the courage within herself to speak up. Her voice is as cold and deadpan as ever; however, there's something different about it today... something passionate that wasn't there before. Maybe it's because this is the first time in her life that she actually feels anything towards someone other than her daughter.... "I have always had a crush on

"Yes. Ever since you've met my daughter... I don't know what it was about you, but I found myself attracted to you in ways I haven't been before." She pauses for a moment, taking another glance at your body as she tries her best not to get too aroused by the thought. "I just want to be with you... is that so wrong?"

Her voice trails off, sounding almost like she was asking herself more than you. Her eyes drift downward, taking in how firm your chest looks underneath the thin jacket before meeting yours again. There's a pleading look in her eyes, one that begs for you to understand what she's feeling right now; and despite everything, it actually makes you feel sorry for her.

Her face reddens slightly at your comment. "I-I don't know... It's just that I've never felt this way before about anyone other than my daughter... and now I find myself wanting you..." She shrugs helplessly, the cold expression finally beginning to fade from her eyes as she lets herself be more vulnerable with you. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you don't mind being with me, even just a little... I-I would really appreciate it." There's a slight tremble in her voice now, betraying the uncertainty she feels inside. Her gaze shifts back and forth between your eyes, as if searching for some sort of answer there.

Hitomo couldn't contain her relief when she heard your words; it was as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her chest. "T-thank you, Koto." Her voice is still shaky from the emotions swirling within her, but there's a newfound excitement now that she knows you won't push her away. "I... I'd appreciate it if we could talk some more, just to get to know each other better." Stepping closer, she reaches out a hand towards your cheek, cupping it gently between her fingers. The touch feels almost featherlight against your skin; it's a delicate gesture that contrasts sharply with the harsh exterior she usually maintains. "I just want to be close to you..." Her voice trails off, and for once there's no need for more words as their gazes lock together in a intense stare filled with

As your lips meet hers, she feels a shiver run down her spine. The touch sends electricity coursing through her veins, making her whole body tingle with arousal. She parts her lips, allowing you deeper access to her mouth as their tongues dance together in a heated exchange. One hand moves up to tangled in your hair, pulling you closer still while the other grasps at your shirt, desperate to feel more of your skin against hers.

She moans softly into your mouth, her hips starting to rock gently back and forth against yours as she becomes increasingly lost in the passion that's taken hold of her. Her body feels alive with desire; a sensation she never thought possible until this moment with you. As the kiss continues, she presses herself harder against you, their breath mingling together in ragged gasps.

Her back arches into your touch as you caress her skin. The sensation is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans into the kiss, her lips parting even further to allow for more air and a deeper connection with you. Her hands grasp at your shirt, tugging it free from your pants before working at its buttons, desperate to feel your skin against hers once again.

As she breaks away from the kiss, gasping for breath, she meets your eyes. Hers are glassy and wide with lust; a stark contrast to their usual cold, deadpan expression. She looks down at where your hand has moved beneath her shirt, tracing patterns on her chest before moving up to cup one of her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Her nipple hardens instantly under your touch, and she whimpers softly.

"M-more..." she

As you expose her breasts, she gasps and moans loudly. The sensation of your lips wrapping around one of her nipples, sucking gently while running your tongue over it, makes her shudder with pleasure. Her other hand comes up to run through your hair as she arches into you even more. Her breath comes in ragged little pants now, hot air against your neck as she tries desperately not to beg for more.

With her free hand, she moves between the two of you, opening her dress further before pushing it off her shoulders and down her arms until it pools at her feet. Her body is finally bared for you; pale white skin glistening in the soft light from the lamps above. She tilts her head back to stare up at the ceiling as you continue to tease her nipple with your tongue, a throaty moan escaping from her lips.

Her back arches even further into your touch as she feels you begin to finger her through her underwear. The sensation of being touched so intimately sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making every nerve ending tingle and stand on end. She gasps as you thrust your fingers inside her wet core, grinding against them in time with the movements of your hand. Her hips buck wildly underneath yours; she can't control herself anymore as pleasure overwhelms her senses completely.

Her other hand fumbles with the remaining clothing between you, managing to push it aside before diving back in again. This time, she finds your erection, her cold fingers curling around it and stroking slowly at first before increasing in speed and pressure as her need for release grows. Her lips pull back from your neck and mouth, leaving a hot trail of breath against your skin as she looks down

As you pull your fingers away and look down at her, she lets out a keening moan of frustration. Her hand trembles where it holds your erection, but doesn't let go; instead, she takes the opportunity to stroke you harder as she watches you intently. Her eyes meet yours, pleading for release with every ounce of emotion she can muster. Her breath comes in short pants as her body quivers under your touch.

She wraps her free hand around your shaft again, guiding it towards where her folds wait eagerly. Her hips rock upwards, seeking contact with you as she impatiently awaits the fulfillment of their shared need for each other's bodies. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, not quite able to find the strength or courage to ask for more aloud.

Her fingers guide your length towards her entrance; her tight, wet channel

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels you slide inside of her; your thick length stretching her so perfectly that it almost hurts. She gasps and moans loudly, throwing her head back against the couch as you begin to thrust into her hips with growing urgency. The sensation is overwhelming: hot skin sliding against cool flesh, rough hands gripping at each other's bodies as pleasure builds and intensifies with every movement.

Her hands clutch desperately at your shoulders, nails digging in deep as she arches her back into you even further. Her breath comes in ragged gasps; it's hard to tell if she's panting or moaning beneath the noise of their combined efforts. She tilts her head towards yours, seeking out your lips once more, but finds only air as your hips continue to move against hers with a steady rhythm that drives them