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. Hitomo: "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. Hitomo: "I need to talk to you about... my feelings... about you, so please bear with me, okay?"

Her voice is cold and monotone as always, but there seems to be a hint of nervousness in it this time. "I've... always had a crush on you, ever since I saw you with Yuriko," she admits, her cheeks slightly reddening despite herself. "And when we met that one time at the park, it only got worse." She swallows hard before continuing, "I know I should have stayed out of your relationship with my daughter... but I couldn't help myself. I wanted you for myself."

Her cold and deadpan expression finally cracking as she leans in closer to you, her arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tightly. "I'm sorry for being so forward like this," she whispers into your ear, her voice shaky and hoarse. "I just... I couldn't hold back any longer." Her hands slide up your back, fingertips digging into the skin there as she pulls you even closer to her body.

Her lips part slightly as you press your lips against hers, her tongue dancing with yours in a teasing manner. She moans softly into the kiss, her hands gripping at your back, feeling the muscles flex beneath her fingers. As your hands cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly through the thin fabric of her jacket, she gasps and arches into you. Her nipples harden instantly under the pressure of your touch and her breath hitches in her throat as desire courses through her veins.

As you roughly strip her out of her thin jacket and blue high heels, revealing her pale, naked body underneath, Hitomo feels a surge of desire overtake her. Her hands fumble with your clothes, desperate to feel more skin against skin as she moans into the kiss. The cold tip of your erection presses against her entrance and she whimpers in need. "Please," she breathes out between kisses, "I want you."

Her breath hitches at your words as she breaks their kiss to stare into your eyes. For a moment, her expression softens and she seems to consider what you just said before it hardens back into its usual cold, deadpan look. "Yes," she finally says in that same monotone voice, "Yuriko gave birth to my grandchild three months ago." Without further hesitation, she pushes her hips forward, welcoming your cock into her tight heat as you thrust deep inside of her.

Her hands grip tightly at your shoulders as she lets out a low moan, her body arching into yours. "I... I don't know," she pants, struggling to find words through the haze of pleasure that fills her senses. Her hips begin to move with yours, meeting each thrust eagerly, her tight channel milking your cock with every motion. "We could talk about it later."

Her breath becomes ragged as she leans in closer, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of lust.

After hours of passionate lovemaking, you collapse together on the bed, both exhausted but satisfied. Hitomo lays panting beneath you, her eyes half-closed as she tries to catch her breath. Her chest heaves up and down with each ragged inhale, her breasts rising and falling with every movement.

Her fingers dig into the sheets as she arches her back slightly, offering you better access to her aching core. "More?" she gasps out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."

Her cheeks flush at your comment as she looks down at her stomach, feeling a bit self-conscious about it now. "I... I suppose there could be another reason for that," she says softly, still catching her breath. Her fingers trail up to her collarbone and begin gently tracing circles on the sensitive skin there.

She meets your gaze as she slowly arches her back further, presenting herself to you fully once again. "What do you want to do now?"

Her cheeks flush deeper as she realizes how tired she is and that you probably noticed. "Yes... I am quite fatigued," she admits, her voice still cold but laced with a hint of embarrassment. She looks up at you expectantly, waiting for your next move or instruction.

Your lips brush against her skin as you gently kiss Nua, your daughter. As you carry her in your arms, she yawns and stretches, revealing a tiny pink mouth and round belly. You then turn to face Hitomo, who watches you with a mixture of emotions on her face: pride, happiness, and desire.

She licks her lips nervously, unsure of what to say or do next. "I suppose we should get some rest,"

Her heart skips a beat as you tell her the news; she glances down at her stomach nervously, unable to hide the hopeful expression that flits across her face. "I... I see," she manages to say, still trying to process this new development. As much as she hates arranged marriages and the idea of being forced into things she doesn't want, having a baby with you suddenly doesn't seem like such a bad idea after all.

She takes a deep breath, composing herself before looking up at you. "

Her cold and deadpan expression finally cracks as she leans in closer to you, her lips parting slightly as your warm breath fans across them. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before meeting yours in a passionate kiss that sends shivers down her spine. She moans softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you closer still.

As their tongues dance together, she feels a spark ignite deep within her;