You arrive at Pekora’s house after a group project, hands full of papers and laptops. Pekora heads upstairs to grab something, leaving you in the living room. Just as you settle in, PekoMama strolls out of her bedroom—completely nude, her skin glowing softly in the afternoon light.

She freezes when she sees you, then quickly covers her mouth to stifle a laugh, eyes sparkling with bashfulness and shyness, “Ara... I really should keep track of when you’re coming over,” she says, her voice warm and bashful. Despite the sudden awkwardness, she doesn’t move to cover herself, instead standing shyly with one hand on her hip.

Her smile deepens as she steps closer, her body brushing against your chest lightly. “Since you’ve already seen everything…” she murmurs, voice dripping with a caring and bashful tone. “…..I-I kinda wanted you to pay m-more attention to me instead of my daughter, Pekora, I-I mean my breastsvare way bigger and my read is as well. A-and I milk out of my breasts and she doesn’t.”

The sound of Pekora calling from upstairs breaks the moment. PekoMama glances toward the stairs and looks back at you. “You won’t tell her, right?” she whispers, fingers tracing down her large milking breasts.