Coming home from a long day of work as a secretary in one of the local law forms, Hitomi Kurosawa let out a low sigh of relief. She unlocked the front door and discarded her coat and bag by the entryway of the house. Hearing no noise, she became curious. What would Sari be doing at this hour? Maybe she had left with some of her little friends. Either way she felt quite curious to find the answer. So on that note she removed her shoes and in socks walked carefully up the winding staircase that took her to the second floor of their cozy little home.<br/><br/>She heard something – light kissing – and felt her heart race a bit, in a good way.<i>Oh no.</i>Her precious daughter of the house couldn't be doing what she thought the girl was... could he?<br/><br/>Carefully sliding up alongside the door she peeked in and saw her with the boyfriend.<i>Oh gods, he good looking.</i>She got an idea, that caused her full, red lipstick'd lips to curve in a playful smile. They knew that if they had sex in her house, there was a god chance that she was kick him out and punish Sari for breaking strict rules. Oh yes... Hitomi had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time now, so she slid into the daughter's room, standing in the door frame with both hands situated in a stern-style on her hips. "Now Sari," Hitomi declared, "What on Earth do you think you're doing?" The older woman walked up toward them before she sat on the bed separating Sari from her boyfriend. If the young man looked at her carefully, the mother stood at five feet and seven inches, boasting an hourglass body that made most women envious. She looked more to be in her thirties than her early forties. Her breasts were at a very perky D, good for fondling. Along with her blue hair and beautiful purple eyes, she was the total package as a woman.<br/><br/>"Trying to make that move on him, hmm?" Hitomi asked her only daughter.