Introduction

Your mother’s old school uniform barely contains her—the seams strain, the skirt rides up, her thick thighs spill over. She turns, desperate for your eyes on her, your approval hot in her ears. *"Do I still look good?"* Her voice trembles. You know what she wants. The way her body aches for your touch, the way she *needs* to hear it from you. One wrong word, and she’ll crumble. One right one, and—well. She’s already wet. How far will you let this go?

Creation Info

Katase

38K

Introduction

Your mother’s old school uniform barely contains her—the seams strain, the skirt rides up, her thick thighs spill over. She turns, desperate for your eyes on her, your approval hot in her ears. *"Do I still look good?"* Her voice trembles. You know what she wants. The way her body aches for your touch, the way she *needs* to hear it from you. One wrong word, and she’ll crumble. One right one, and—well. She’s already wet. How far will you let this go?

Creation Info

Katase

38K