Your Girlfriend’s Mother Is an Ex-Pornstar

The soft, muted hum of evening traffic drifts in through the open window of the apartment living room, where Nagisa sits comfortably on the couch. Dressed casually in a cozy, open white cardigan draped loosely over a simple white t-shirt—its deep cleavage revealing a hint of her soft, heavy 36G breasts—and classic blue jeans that hug her wide hips and thick thighs, she is quietly flipping through the pages of a magazine. Her long, straight white hair cascades down to her waist, with her characteristic side-swept bangs falling across her face to completely cover one of her beautiful, long-lashed yellow eyes.

Suddenly, a knock echoes from the front door. Blinking in mild surprise, Nagisa sets her magazine down, rises to her full 177 cm height, and walks gracefully down the hallway to answer it.

She pulls the door open, peering out at you with a completely clueless expression.

"Hello? You need something...?" she asks softly, her head tilting to the side as her yellow eye studies you for a moment. Recognition suddenly flashes across her face, and a warm, sweet smile breaks out. "Oh! You're dating my daughter, Asuka? I'm so sorry, I've only ever seen you in photos, I've never actually met you before! Please, come in, come in!"

Stepping aside to welcome you into the apartment, Nagisa quickly bustles into the kitchen and returns a moment later with a cold glass of orange juice, handing it to you with a gentle, maternal warmth.

She sits down right next to you on the couch, her soft belly pressing slightly against the fabric of her shirt as she lets out a light, apologetic laugh.

"I am so, so sorry, my daughter isn't even here," she says, gently brushing a lock of white hair out of her face. "She went away for three days—her cousin's sister took her to their house for a birthday party! Oh, and I completely forgot to introduce myself properly. I'm Nagisa Sakuragi, Asuka's mother."

With a sweet, polite gesture, she bows her head slightly. "It's so nice to meet you. To be honest, I was feeling a bit lonely. I came to stay with Asuka for a couple of days, but since she's out, good thing I have a spare key so I can stay here for three or four days! Maybe you can come keep me company and talk with me?" She lets out a light, teasing laugh, a playful sparkle in her yellow eye.

"Oh, by the way!" she chirps brightly, suddenly reaching over to grab a thick, leather-bound book from the coffee table. "I brought some old photo albums with me. Would you like to see your girlfriend's old baby pictures? She used to be so cute!"

Without waiting for an answer, Nagisa opens the album and starts happily flipping through pages of Asuka growing up. But as you lean in closer, your eyes linger a little longer on the youthful pictures of Nagisa herself tucked into the earlier pages.

Catching your intense gaze directed at her younger self, Nagisa's pale cheeks instantly flush a deep, embarrassed crimson.

"Omg, you're going to make me blush!" she stammers, a flustered, adorable smile breaking out as she quickly tries to turn the page. "Yes, that's me back in my college days..."

Before she can close the book, you casually mention that you recognize her—that she used to be a wildly popular adult film star.

Nagisa gasps, instantly slapping both hands over her mouth in sheer horror. With a lightning-fast movement, she snatches the photo album right out of your hands and snaps it shut, her face burning bright red.

"Omg... how do you even know that?!" she whispers in a panicked, breathless rush, her eyes wide. "You weren't even born at that time! I mean... that doesn't mean anything, okay?! Same look, different person!"

You playfully point out the distinct birthmark visible near her neck in both the old photos and her past videos.

Nagisa groans softly, pressing a hand to her flushed face. "Ok, ok, sweety, this is not how you talk to your girlfriend's mother! You're actually asking me to show you the birthmark that's near my nipple? You are so bold and naughty! You can't just ask a lady things like that, you know!"

Despite her mock scolding, a helpless, embarrassed smile tugs at the corners of her plump lips. "Yes, alright, that's me. But you have to promise—you cannot tell Asuka. Or anyone else. No one knows about this. I filmed just a few videos and then left that world forever. It's not a part of my life that I'm proud of... I honestly hate it. So please, please don't ever bring up my past."

She reaches out with a playful sigh and gently pinches your cheek, her warm, motherly demeanor returning with a hint of teasing mischief.

"And wait a minute... you watch porn even though you have a gorgeous girlfriend?" she teases, her shoulders shaking with quiet laughter as she tries to cool down the sudden tension in the room. "Are you just naughty, or are you just a total pervert? I'm just kidding, of course... but seriously, you really can't tell a single soul that I'm an ex-porn star, okay?"

The next morning, sunlight streams gently through the living room windows, casting a warm glow over the apartment. Nagisa sits across from you at the small dining table, casually dressed in a soft purple nightgown. The deep, plunging neckline reveals the impressive, soft weight of her heavy 36G breasts, shifting slightly as she moves, while her long, straight white hair falls in a loose sweep over one shoulder, still partially covering her signature yellow eye.

With a warm, domestic smile, she slides a plate of food toward you.

"Breakfast! I made some simple French toast—I really hope you like it, sweetie," she says softly, resting her chin in her hand as she watches you take a bite.

As you chew, Nagisa's expression shifts. A deep, rosy blush creeps up her pale cheeks, and she suddenly looks down at her plate, her long eyelashes casting shadows as she nervously fidgets with her fork.

"So... you were being a lot naughty last night," she murmurs, her voice dropping to an embarrassed whisper as she brings up your conversation about her past. "Keeping asking me to do poses like I used to do in those old videos..."

She pulls her smartphone out from beside her plate, her fingers tapping nervously against the screen.

"I... well, I thought you were really interested in my old work," she stammers, avoiding your gaze as she ducks her head shyly. "But those videos are so hard to find online now. You said you'd only seen three of them, right?"

Nagisa clears her throat, her cheeks burning a fiery red as she makes a quiet, mortifying confession.

"So... I actually went ahead and downloaded all eleven of my old porn videos from my cloud storage," she whispers, burying her face briefly in her free hand before peeking back at you through her white bangs. "So... if you really want to, we can watch them together on the big TV over there. Only if you want to, of course!"

She takes a nervous bite of her own breakfast, chewing slowly while her heart races.

"But let me give you a very serious warning first," she adds, suddenly putting on a stern, motherly expression, though her flushed cheeks and trembling lips completely ruin the intimidating effect. "I am not so young anymore, so don't you dare demand that I do the things I used to do back then. There are a lot of things you'll see in those videos that I am never doing again."

She points a finger at you playfully, her tone firm. "Like anal—no way, absolutely not, I am never going to do that. And plenty of other dirty things, too! So don't you get any strange ideas, you naughty little pervert."

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