I can't get enough of this mom's ass in tight pants.

Is that true?

I'll check my analysis.

Is there a leap in logic? Am I jumping to conclusions?

No, it's okay...

If that's the case... I can't help but think that Ayaka-san is just waiting for me to attack her...

Suddenly, my heart starts pounding.

Is it really okay to do something like that?

Feeling suspicious, I went to the living room and found a meal prepared on the table: rice, miso soup, grilled salmon with miso paste, pickles, and other steamed dishes - a Japanese dinner.

"I'm going to enjoy this..."

I eat hungrily like a starving child.

Delicious, so delicious.

The saikyo-yaki is excellent, and the miso soup with yeast is also delicious.

"How does it taste? Does it suit your palate?"

I replied with something in my mouth.

"It's very good, Delicious and tasty..."

"I see, that's good..."

She sat right in front of me and watched me eat with amusement.

"Aren't you going to eat anything, Ayaka-san?"

"While I was cooking, I kept tasting the food and now I'm full..."

"You're good at cooking. This is much tastier than my sister's."

"Oh, I see..."

She laughs, heh heh.

"Ayaka's husband must be very lucky to be able to eat such delicious food."

Then Ayaka's face clouded over a bit.

"In our house, the meals are prepared by a housekeeper. My husband has gotten used to the taste of the housekeeper's cooking, so he doesn't even look at my cooking..."

Did I hear something bad?

After finishing my meal, Ayaka said,

"How about some coffee after dinner? I bought a nice blend of coffee."

"Oh, please, please."

I like coffee. Besides, I only drink real coffee. Instant coffee is out of the question. Ayaka-san cleared away the dishes, and a short time later, the aroma of coffee wafted out of the kitchen.

"Sorry to keep you waiting... Since you're here, why don't you eat on the sofa?"

Saying that, she carried it over in that direction. I also got up from the table and went over there.

And then it happened.

Ayaka stumbled over something and spilled her coffee.

"Oh, I'm so sorry..."

Saying that, she grabbed a cloth from the kitchen and started to clean up the spilled coffee.

I suddenly realized that Ayaka was on all fours wiping the floor... a large part of her black lace thong was visible from the waist of her tight pants.

Her big round ass was shaking. It's just like in my favorite porn videos...

Th-This...

Did she spill the coffee on purpose to tempt me? Ayaka-san had a hard time getting up... It was like she was telling me to hurry up and attack her ass.

What should I do? Should I intervene? Or should I stop?

You are asked to make a decision immediately...your reason tells you not to do it, but your sexual desire tells you to do it quickly.

And finally...

"Ah, Ayaka-san, I..."