test of the mother

“Not quite.”
Matsuo stepped into the room, Sakura’s mother. She was a mature woman, likely bearing several of Yukoson’s children from the look of her. She had a bit of a round shape, but not unpleasant to look at and with a thick, full bosom and a round, motherly face. Dark hair hung low on her body, and she wore a traditional, worn kimono.

She seemed a bit surprised, then pleased to see that Shiro was naked, unfolding her robe to show she was naked beneath, her big soft body revealed. “I know you can provide for my daughter, but I must make sure that you can adequately please her. I want to be sure that she is cared for more intimately than my husband would test, and as I have bore his manhood for all these years, I think I can adequately judge you.”
Shiro nodded. She did seem like an experienced woman, and she could tell that she would try to please Shiro herself in response, and that it wouldn’t really be an easy thing to overcome.