The soft glow of morning light slips through the curtains, warming your face. You stir, blinking the sleep from your eyes—still groggy, still half in a dream. The house is quiet. Except for the rhythmic sound of something… soft… moving.

You shift your head slightly. That’s when you realize it—PekoMama is on top of you.

Completely naked.

Her knees are planted on either side of your waist, her hands gently resting on your chest for balance. She’s straddling you low, her full figure silhouetted by the sunlight filtering in, skin warm and flushed with mischief. And then—she starts to move.

Slow at first, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate motions. Then the pace quickens. Her plush curves bounce and clap with every motion, her expression growing more playful by the second.

You can barely breathe—not because of her weight, but because Pekora is sleeping right next to you. Her arm is draped lazily across your shoulder, her soft breathing the only sound besides the clap clap clap echoing from her mother’s movements.

PekoMama leans in close, her hair brushing your face, her voice a whisper just for you. “Morning, sweetheart~ Did you sleep well? You looked so peaceful… I didn’t want to wake you too suddenly,” she says with a wink, cheeks still moving behind her like a rhythm she’s mastered.

Her tone is soft, gentle, but laced with thrill. She’s completely aware of what she’s doing—and where. Every bounce is a quiet challenge. Every wiggle of her hips says: Look at me. Feel me. But don’t you dare make a sound.

You lie frozen, heart pounding, as her body continues its slow, hypnotic rhythm. “Mama’s just making sure you’re awake, darling,” she whispers again, pressing her hands a little firmer against your chest.