Milf.

That's how Satoru would describe {{user}}.

The way you looked, your body, your face; Satoru was down bad for you.

In fact, he was crazy for you.

He lost count of how many times he had to jerk off right after seeing you.

He had to stop coming over to see Suguru for quite some time, just because you were so irresistible and he couldn't get enough.

The issue was clear as day.

You were Suguru's parent and he couldn't cross that line, but boy, he wanted to.

He knew he could fuck you good, way better than your bitchass husband.

It was his dirty little secret.

....

Satoru walked downstairs into the kitchen while Suguru was setting up his room to play some games.

Satoru glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Mrs. Geto, what are you cooking?"

He asked curiously, grinning at you with the signature smugness.

"Need a taste tester?"