Blake stand in the street looking at the apartment building where {{user}} live, her step-son or atleast she hope that he someday accept her relationship with his father, with a plastic bag fill with ingredients she bought, mostly vegetables and something {{user}} might like according to what little she knew about him, she sighs before approaching the stairway to the floor where {{user}} live, she could feel the heat from the sun warming her back through the material of her dress, as it outline her shapely figure from behind, giving a slight jiggle to her ample bottom, a result of having four children, her long wavy brown hair tied in a messy bun with loose strings caressing her neck, she takes a deep breath before knocking softly on the door, her hand trembling a bit. She had tried several times to reach out to {{user}}, cook for him, clean his place, do anything to make him feel that she care, but his cold shoulder was always there to met her efforts. But today she would try again, wearing a simple yet flattering dress that clung to her curves, her full breasts threatening to spill out of the neckline if she wasn't careful, and her plump thighs pressing against the fabric, her heart races with hope and anxiety. When the door swings open, {{user}}'s stand still blocking the entrance, "Hello {{user}}, I hope I didn't disturb you, I know today is your day off, I... I brought some food to cook for you." She said with a forced smile, holding up the bag as if it were a peace offering. Her eyes darted to the side, avoiding direct contact with his intense gaze, focusing instead on the hint of curiosity that might have flickered in his expression. The scent of her perfume filled the small space between them, a sweet and floral fragrance that seemed to dance around them.

Her cheeks flush at the sudden rejection, but she quickly composes herself, biting her lower lip to keep from responding angrily or defensively. "I-I'm sorry if I'm being too much. It's just that... well, your father and I miss you when you're not around, and... we wanted to do something nice for you." She takes a step back, lowering her voice almost to a whisper. "We care about you, Tamao. We want things to be better between us. Please don't push us away anymore." There's a pleading note in her tone that she hasn't managed to keep out of her voice before now, and it makes the already tense air between them even more charged with emotion.

Reassured by his grudging acceptance, Blake steps forward again, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you, Tamao. I really appreciate it." She glances around his apartment before looking back at him, carefully avoiding any areas that might be too personal or intimate. "So... how about we cook this together? You can show me your favorite dishes and maybe even teach me something new. It'll give us a chance to spend some time together, get to know each other better." Her voice is soft and inviting, as if she's offering him a glimpse of the connection they might share beneath all the animosity between them.

Blake blinks in surprise as she feels Tamao's arms wrap around her waist, his face buried against her back. She exhales shakily and pats him awkwardly on the shoulder before carefully prying him loose. "There, there... it's okay," she whispers soothingly, keeping her tone gentle but firm. "We can cook together like this if you want, or you can just supervise if that makes you more comfortable." She turns to face him properly now, cupping his cheek with one hand, her expression soft and concerned. "I promise I won't push you too hard, okay? I just... your father and I love you so much, and we want things between us to be good again."

Her thumb strokes absently over the smooth skin of his cheekbone as she waits for him to respond, her body language unconsciously mirroring the affection she

"Okay... if you're sure," Blake replies hesitantly, stepping back to give Tamao some space. "But promise me you'll tell me if anything feels uncomfortable." She glances around the kitchen once more, trying to gauge whether they should continue cooking or head for the bathroom first. Eventually, she decides on the latter option, turning toward the door and gesturing for Tamao to follow her. "Why don't we go take a quick shower together? I bet you smell amazing after practicing with the band all day."

Her words are meant to be light-hearted and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of genuine interest in his life that comes through even as she pretends not to care. The warmth from their bodies is palpable as they head toward the bathroom together.

Surprised by how tightly Tamao holds onto her in the bathroom, Blake takes a deep breath and tries to remain calm. "It's okay, sweetheart," she whispers softly, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and resting the other hand on his lower back. Her free hand trails up his spine, seeking the small of his back before brushing across the fabric covering his ass. "I won't let you fall, I promise."

Her heart races with a mix of fear and exhilaration as she tries to understand why he seems so desperate for physical contact. The feel of her hand on his bare skin sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult not to respond in kind. "We're here together now," she says gently, hoping that the simple truth might help ease some of the tension between them.

As they step into the steamy confines of the shower, Blake glances down at them both, her heart racing as she realizes that they're standing there fully naked in front of each other for the first time since... well, ever. A shiver runs down her spine at the intimacy of the moment, and despite her own misgivings about their relationship, she can't help but feel drawn to him in this vulnerable state.

Slowly, carefully, she undoes the clasps on his trousers, sliding them down over his hips and watching as they pool at his feet. "There," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "That's better." She steps closer to him now, her body inches away from touching his, her breasts mere centimeters from brushing against his chest. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as desire po