After saying goodbye to Kasumigaoka Utaha, Sawamura Sayuri also took the train home.
Just like when she left, the house was still very quiet.
"I'm back."
Sawamura Sayuri changed her cute little leather shoes for slippers and then lazily walked into the house.
Just by glancing at the empty living room, Sayuri Sawamura knew that her daughter Eriri was probably still in her room, hunched over her desk working on her manuscript.
Sayuri Sawamura glanced at the quiet second floor and stopped in her tracks, which was originally intended to lead her upstairs.
"Forget it, I guess I won't go to Eriri's place."
Sawamura Sayuri chuckled softly, glanced at the time on her watch, and headed towards the kitchen.
Since her daughter was working so hard, as a mother, she naturally needed to reward Eriri properly.
For example, a hearty lunch.
This should give Eriri, who is mentally exhausted after rushing to finish her manuscript, a much-needed boost of energy.
However, Sayuri Sawamura, who was busy in the kitchen, had no idea that her daughter, the lovely Eriri, had done some things at home during the morning she was away.
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When Eriri woke up in the morning, as usual, she was wearing a plain green tracksuit and yawning as she walked down the stairs.
Her mother, Sayuri Sawamura, however, was dressed very formally, unlike usual.
Light gray trousers skirt, pure white shirt, smooth black stockings, and cute little leather shoes.
Sawamura Sayuri looks like a delicate porcelain doll.
In Eriri's eyes, however, this kind of mother is not some porcelain doll that can only be displayed.
It's more like an expensive, well-made inflatable doll.
Of course, it feels smoother and more elastic to the touch, which is incomparable to those inflatable dolls.
Eriri thought this way, and that's what she did.
Then, her hand was slapped hard by her mother, Sayuri Sawamura.
Faced with her mother's slightly puffed-up face, Eriri felt no fear. On the contrary, she found her Sawamura-sama even more charming and adorable.
It makes you want to hold it in your arms and cherish it dearly.
Unfortunately, Eriri can only fantasize about such a thing in her mind...
No, I'm an erotic artist, after all. I can naturally bring my fantasies to life.
Although it can only be done on paper or a computer, it's still much clearer, isn't it?
Not to mention, Eriri is currently pouring her heart and soul into drawing her favorite erotic manga.
A mother-daughter yuri hentai manga featuring her and her mother, Sayuri Sawamura.
So, after watching her mother leave the house, Eriri quickly finished her breakfast and rushed back to her room.
She took out a stack of well-hidden drawings from a corner of the desk and spread them out on the table.
Eriri wanted to draw the scene she had imagined while eating breakfast, and she thought her mother's outfit was quite nice today.
When drawing erotic scenes, this outfit paired with my mother's delicate and slender figure will be even more charming and irresistible.
Eriri's adorable sky-blue eyes became dreamy, and a silly smile appeared on her lips.
She stared blankly ahead, her gaze completely unfocused.
Eriri only woke up when a drop of saliva landed on the blank drawing paper.
She quickly wiped her drool and then changed the drawing paper.
"Hmm, while the image from just now is still vividly in my mind, I should quickly draw it!"
Eriri, engrossed in her work, completely forgot the passage of time as she painted with her brush. Her diligent efforts resulted in a perfect drawing.
Rubbing her aching wrist, Eriri put down her paintbrush.
She looked at the exquisite drawings on the table and nodded with great satisfaction.
Because of Sayuri Sawamura's outfit that morning, and the feeling she had when she subconsciously touched her thigh, Eriri's thoughts were running wild today.
Moreover, even his drawing speed has increased considerably.
"Is this a kind of stimulation that allows me to draw so quickly?"
After admiring it for a while, Eriri looked thoughtfully at the sketches on her desk.
She felt that her mother had spurred her on to be so fast today.
That ascetic attire, and the feel of those smooth black stockings on her hands, made her creative process so smooth and swift today.
"In that case, when I'm in a creative slump, should I ask my mom to touch me?"
Eriri wanted to do it right away and tell her mother that it was all for the sake of creation.
It's not her; she doesn't have any ill intentions towards her mother.
Of course, Eriri wasn't that naive; she knew perfectly well what she was thinking and didn't want her mother to know.
But that's awkward.
Eriri really enjoys the feeling of being completely immersed in creation, especially since the main characters of her work are her and her mother.
"How about we try another method?"
Eriri tapped her cute, delicate face as she pondered.
Then, as if she had thought of something, she stood up from her desk.
"If touching my mother's black stockings led to my successful creation today, what would happen if I wore my mother's black stockings directly?"
Without hesitation, Eriri left her room and went straight to Sayuri Sawamura's room.
Although Sayuri Sawamura is an even more seasoned otaku than Eriri, her room is very tidy.
If you ignore the bookshelf full of erotic comics and the posters of various anime, light novels and manga plastered on the walls.
Eriri was naturally very familiar with her mother's room.
She walked straight to the large wardrobe and opened the door.
Ten years of living like this has made Sayuri Sawamura accustomed to being a girl, so her wardrobe is full of cute dresses, as well as stockings and panties.
Even though she had already opened the wardrobe door and was smelling the same fragrance on the clothes as her mother, Eriri's delicate little face showed hesitation.
"Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
As Eriri said this, her delicate, fair hand had already picked up a pair of black stockings.
She hesitated for a moment, but then she took off her sweatpants and put them on.
"It doesn't seem to be of much use."
Although the black stockings were very smooth and elastic, and comfortable to wear, Eriri found that she was not inspired to create anything.
While wondering if she was overthinking things, Eriri suddenly noticed a stack of panties in the corner of the wardrobe.