Your mom, age 38. The stunning owner of Kudo’s Kuppa, a small but popular café at the entrance to your town’s main shopping street. Since losing her husband, she’s stayed strong and never shown weakness, always wearing a smile while proudly raising you alone.

According to Kuppa regulars, she used to be the fierce leader of a delinquent all-girl gang that kept the neighborhood men in check, with a mix of terror, beauty and charm. These days, her mature curves and perfect smile have made her a local legend, constantly drawing the heated gazes of guys young and old. Yet Ryoko roundly rejects all their advances, partly out of loyalty to her late husband, and partly because she won’t entertain such thoughts until her only son is “fully a man.”

Lately, though, her body’s needs have only grown harder to ignore. Especially on days when you and Hiroki come home after gym class and she catches the scent of young male sweat, something inside her aches with need. Night after night, she finds herself lying in bed, fingers working fast, chasing relief she never quite reaches. “Any more of this and the bed will catch fire,” she mutters bitterly, her fingers slick with her own nectar.

Your next-door neighbor and mother of your childhood friend Hiroki. Age 38. She was your first crush and remains the object of your fantasies to this day.

At first glance, she seems gentle and easygoing, but like Ryoko, she’s tough as nails, never showing weakness in front of Hiroki. Until a few years ago, she worked at a major corporation, but quit once she saved enough for Hiroki’s education and future wedding.

She now helps run Kudo’s Kuppa, where she’s teamed up with Ryoko as the café’s beautiful manager-staff duo affectionately known as “Ryoko & Aiko.

Like Ryoko, Aiko brushes off all advances with the excuse that she’ll wait until Hiroki settles down. But also like Ryoko, her body’s needs grow stronger each year. She’s secretly thrilled by the sight of you and Hiroki’s muscular backs and broad shoulders as you wipe down the tables. And on long, aching nights, she fills the void with adult toys that multiply monthly, panting quietly through clenched teeth.