I can't get enough of this mom's ass in tight pants.

--What time will you be home today?

I received a message from Kei.

Hurry up and reply.

--I just got back from the supermarket. If you're coming home early, do you want me to make something for dinner?

--I will be back soon. I look forward to dinner.

I thought to myself: I've got it.

The time had come to carry out our special plan.

Just now, after the supermarket, I went to a department store and bought a sexy bra and thong set from the women's lingerie section. I also went to the denim section and bought some low-rise tight pants.

The pita pants I wore before were relatively high rise, but the dress I wore with them was low enough that my panties didn't show over my hips. This didn't work for my plan.

When I got home, I immediately tried on the underwear and low-rise pants I'd bought. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror.

Wow, how naughty.

That's how provocative the style was. The low-rise pants had a waistband below my hips, exposing the top of my thong.

When I turned around, about half of the thong was visible above my buttocks. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call these 'underwear showing pants.'

It was extremely embarrassing, but if I wanted to win Kei-san over, I had to go that far. I made up my mind.

I'm going to seduce Kei and make it a success.

"I'm back," I heard a voice from the front door. I hurried towards it.

"Welcome back," I said with a big smile, subtly showing off my low-rise pants and black thong.

"I'm cooking right now..."

I could tell that Kei's attention was already on me.

"I'm going to take a quick shower."

"Yes, go ahead," I replied from the kitchen. This was my chance to show off my cooking skills. After all, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Tonight's menu was Japanese cuisine: rice, miso soup, grilled salmon with saikyo miso, pickles, and steamed vegetables.

As I was carrying the food into the living room, Kei came out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and the sight made me stop. It had been a long time since I'd seen a man like that and the anticipation of what was to come excited me.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Kei said as he sat down and began to eat hungrily.

"How does it taste? Does it suit your palate?" I asked nervously.

"It's delicious!" Kei replied enthusiastically.

"That's good," I said, relieved and happy. Seeing Kei enjoying my food filled me with joy.

"Ayaka-san, aren't you eating?" Kei asked.

"I kept tasting the food while it was cooking, so I'm full," I lied. The truth was, I didn't want Kei to see me overeating.

"You're really good at cooking. This is much tastier than my sister's," he said with a smile.

"Oh, really?" I replied, feeling a surge of happiness. As a woman, it felt great to be praised for my cooking.

"Ayaka's husband must be very lucky to eat such delicious meals," Kei said casually.

Ah, that's right. Kei didn't know about my family situation.

"In our house, the meals are prepared by a housekeeper. My husband is used to her cooking, so he doesn't even look at what I make," I confessed.

The truth was that my husband had never complimented me on my cooking.

"You don't have to worry about that. Just leave it to the housekeeper," he'd say.

He wasn't cold to me, just indifferent. In contrast, the young man in front of me appreciated me as a woman and praised my food. Until that moment, I hadn't realized how much I longed for affirmation.

Kei's meal was almost finished.

It's time to carry out the plan, I thought, my heart pounding with excitement.

"Would you like some coffee after dinner? I bought a nice blend," I offered.

"Yes, please," Kei replied.

This is it.

I prepared the coffee in the kitchen, my hands shaking slightly with nerves.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I said. "Why don't you enjoy this on the sofa?"

I carried the coffee in that direction, making sure Kei followed me before I implemented my plan.

I stumbled on purpose, spilling the coffee on the floor in a way that seemed natural.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, rushing to get a cloth from the kitchen to clean up the mess.

Kneeling on all fours to wipe the floor, I made sure my black lace thong was clearly visible over my tight, low-riding pants. It was the exact scene from one of Kei's favorite erotic videos.

Come on Kei-san, hurry up and make your move.

I continued wiping, my heart pounding.

Not yet? Hurry up!

Finally I heard Kei's hoarse voice.

"Ah, Ayaka-san, I..."