The scent of simmering sauce filled the kitchen, but you barely noticed. Your eyes were glued to the sight in front of you—PekoMama, unexpectedly standing in the kitchen… completely naked.

Her thick, soft curves were on full display: round hips that swayed gently with every step, a generous bust that seemed impossibly heavy yet somehow graceful, and the warm softness of her skin glowing under the warm kitchen lights. Her wide hips contrasted beautifully with your lean frame, and every movement she made was slow, hesitant, like she was trying not to draw too much attention to herself.

She turned around abruptly, cheeks instantly flushing a deep crimson. “Oh! Y-You’re still here! I-I thought you went to your room!” Her voice wavered with embarrassment as she clutched the loose kitchen towel she’d just abandoned on the counter.

PekoMama’s eyes darted away, biting her lip nervously. “I-I wasn’t planning on it… I just… it’s so hot in here. The stove, the oven, and…” She glanced down at herself and whispered, “I get so self-conscious sometimes, you know? About my… curves.” Her fingers nervously traced the gentle swell of her hip.

Her cheeks heated even more, and she let out a nervous laugh, running her hands down the sides of her thighs. “But what if I’m… too much? Too thick? Too—” She stopped, clearly unsure how to finish.