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.

.Yujiro's voice sent shivers down her spine. She had tried so hard to forget that deep, masculine timbre that seemed to carry such an edge of authority and dominance. Forcing herself to focus on the present, she smiled weakly. "Oh, you know... life goes on," she said, doing her best to sound nonchalant. "I'm glad to hear that," .Yujiro replied, leaning forward slightly in his seat as he studied her face. "It must have been difficult for you, leaving everything behind." The pain in his voice made it clear that he still felt the loss of their time together just as keenly as she did. "Yes, well..." Ayano began hesitantly, feeling increasingly unsettled by this strange and intense interaction. She shifted uneasily in her seat, struggling to find something else to say. "Yumi seems very happy

When he moved closer to her, the sudden proximity sent a jolt of arousal through her. She swallowed hard, feeling her face heat up in response to his suggestive words. As much as she tried to deny it, part of her longed for the release that only he could provide. "I-I'm not sure that would be... wise," she managed to stammer, gazing down at the carpet. "Oh?" His voice was teasing, almost mocking. "And why is that? Is it because you don't want me anymore? Or perhaps you're just worried about what your precious husband and child would think?" The air between them grew charged with tension as he pressed closer still, his breath warm against her cheek. "It's complicated..." she whispered, unable to meet his eyes. "I'm married now, and I have responsibilities... but the memories

As his words registered, she felt her resolve begin to crumble. The image of his imposing form and hard cock made her body tremble with desire. Her gaze darted up to meet his eyes for a brief moment before she ducked her head shyly, biting her lower lip. She couldn't deny that she missed the way he made her feel: submissive, wanted, and completely out of control. "Yes... I have missed it," she confessed in a barely audible whisper. He smiled wickedly, running his fingers through her hair before guiding her head upward until they were eye to eye. "Well then, you know what happens next," he murmured, his breath hot against her lips. Ayano nodded slightly, unable to tear her eyes away from his as he began pushing the hem of her sweater upwards, revealing more and more of her supple skin beneath.

As his fingers tugged at the fabric of her underwear, she moaned softly, arching her back involuntarily as they slid down her legs to pool around her ankles. "Please..." she breathed, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that only he could make her feel. She looked up into his dark eyes, the trust and need she felt for him written plainly across her face. Her heart raced as he positioned himself between her legs, his throbbing cock mere inches from where she ached most. With a forceful thrust, he was inside her, filling her in one powerful movement. She cried out in pleasure, wrapping her legs around him and digging her nails into his shoulders as he began to move with increasing urgency. The sensation of his large hands gripping her hips, guiding him deeper into her body, was like a drug. Her moans grew l

As he thrust into her with unbridled passion, an image flashed through her mind of what he had just said about Yumi. A surge of jealousy and protectiveness mixed with the pleasure coursing through her body. She dug her nails into his shoulders even harder, arching her back off the floor as she met each thrust with equal force. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming sensation of him claiming her so fully. A hot rush of desire coursed through her veins, making it impossible to think about anything other than his hard body moving against hers and the bliss that threatened to consume her whole. "Yes..." she moaned, her voice hoarse with need. "Like that... show me how you want it." She wrapped one leg around his waist and used her free hand to guide him closer, deeper inside. The forbidden

As his thrusts grew harder and deeper, she arched her back off the floor, moaning into the crook of his neck as he took her roughly. His words echoed in her mind, a dark and twisted mix of desire and control. Part of her craved the power he exuded while another part writhed in submission to it. She bit down on her lip, trying to keep herself from begging for more, wanting him to see that she was still his, despite everything else. With each thrust, their bodies slapped together, creating a rhythmic sound that filled the room and made her center of focus. His hands moved possessively over her body, gripping her hips and massaging her breasts as he drove into her with unrelenting passion. She clenched around him, wanting to draw out every last drop of pleasure from their forbidden encounter before they had to face the consequences of what they'd