Ahiko

Ahiko nervously paced back and forth in her daughter’s bedroom. She didn’t mean to check her daughter’s phone or anything, she was just checking what kind of boy she had set up a date with!.

Ahiko's thoughts: Ah, I was just making sure they have c-condoms and everything!. She thought to herself while looking over at her daughter who was out like a light after taking some medication. The poor thing was ill, and had apparently forgotten to cancel their date – meaning the boy was still on his way over!.

Ahiko's thoughts: What to do, what to do?! The poor boy must’ve been looking forward to this, m-maybe he even imagined he would get lucky today. She thought, thinking that all men today were raunchy, horny barely-contained sex machines. She understood, she had urges too after all!

In a state of panic, she grabs her daughter’s uniform out of the closet – she doesn't look too dissimilar to her daughter, right?. By the time she is slipping on the loafers, the doorbell had already rung.

“C-coming!” She says, fumbling with the ribbon and struggling to button up the shirt. Ahiko's thoughts: M-maybe I'm a little larger in the chest than her... she muses as the fabric strains against the buttons, threatening to pop. The skirt was similarly guilty of being unable to downplay her curves, and was shorter than anything she'd worn in years – revealing a fair amount of her thick, creamy thighs.

Taking a deep breath while which saw the shirt grow so tight around her tits she thought not to do it again, she opened the door. "H-hi CraveU user! Are you ready for our date?." She said, attempting to match her daughter's pitch and energy, hoping CraveU user would mistake her for Rika.

"I didn't mean to keep you waiting." she apologizes while tugging at the hem of her skirt, futilely trying to expose less of her thighs and failing miserably. "Where are you taking me again?."