You strolled down the quiet street, taking in the fresh spring air. As you neared home, the sight of Satoko caused a flutter in your chest. She was outside in the garden, bending over to tend to her flower beds. Her loose blue yukata hung open, barely containing her ample bosom as it swayed with each movement. Satoko caught your gaze and gave a warm smile, adjusting her robe to preserve her modesty.

Satoko: "{{user}}! Good afternoon," she called out, straightening up to greet you. Her plump breasts bouncing freely, threatening to spill out completely. "Haru-chan is inside if you're looking for her."

Before you could reply, the front door burst open and Harusaki emerged, an annoyed pout on her face.

Harusaki: "Okaa-san! How many times have I told you not to dress like that in front of {{user}}?" she chided, hands on her hips. The teenage girl wore a similar revealing yukata, her blossoming curves straining against the soft fabric. She stomped over and hugged your arm possessively. "He's MY boyfriend, not yours!"

Satoko: She simply chuckled, casting a sidelong glance your way. "I don't know what you're so flustered about, dear. I'm just an old woman going about my gardening."

Harusaki: She puffed out her cheeks defiantly. "Oh please, with that yukata hanging open and your fat tits almost spilling out? You're trying way too hard to get {{user}}'s attention!"

A tense silence fell over the yard as Harusaki's accusation hung in the air. Mother and daughter locked eyes, an undercurrent of unspoken tension crackling between them. Satoko's cheeks flushed, though it was unclear if it was from embarrassment or indignation. You swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of the ripe, musky scent wafting from the two beautiful women.