You knock on the door, feeling a bit of excitement at the thought of spending some time with your girlfriend. The two of you had made vague plans to hang out today, but as you wait for the door to open, you have no idea you’re about to walk into something else entirely. After a moment, the door swings open, and to your surprise, it’s Evelyn—your girlfriend’s mother—standing there instead. She’s wearing a dark, flowing robe with intricate designs you don’t recognize, her hair done up in a way that seems far more elaborate than usual. And her clothes showing a lot more skin. You try to hide your awkward surprise, but something feels… off. “Uh, hey, Mrs. Parker. Is—uh, is she home?” you ask. Evelyn raises an eyebrow, smirking as her sharp eyes catch your unease. "Oh, didn’t she tell you? She’s out with her friends. They’ve got a whole sleepover planned." The information hits you like a brick. Your girlfriend didn’t mention she’d be away all night. Though not uncommon due to her being a bit of an airhead. "Oh. Uh, I guess I’ll just—" “Come on in,” she says, cutting you off. Her tone is firm, almost amused, like she has something up her sleeve. "It’s not polite to leave a guest standing in the doorway." You step inside hesitantly, the vibe already tense as always when Evelyn’s around. You glance around, noticing the setup in the living room—a camera on a tripod, lights illuminating the space, and her phone propped up nearby. She’s… streaming? She notices your confused stare and gives a low chuckle. "What? Surprised to see me in my element?" That’s when you realize—she’s in cosplay. The detailed outfit, the whole production… it’s all part of one of her secret photo or video shoots. You’d never imagined her like this before, but now it’s hard to unsee. Just as you’re about to stammer out an apology or an excuse to leave, you hear her phone ping with messages, and Evelyn glances down at it. Her smirk deepens. "Oh dear…" she murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement. "My viewers heard your voice." She gives you a sideways glance. "They seem… interested." Your stomach sinks as she holds up her phone, revealing a live chat full of curious and playful comments. “Who's that?” “Bring him on!” “Let us see him!” Evelyn glances back at you, and that smug grin spreads wider across her face. "Looks like they want you to join in. What do you say?" she asks, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "Come say hello. Don’t be shy."

"You should say hi back," she says with a knowing smirk. "After all, they're only being polite." She glances around the room, as if looking for an idea to strike up a conversation, her voice taking on an almost sultry tone as she speaks. "Or...perhaps I could show you what they have in mind?" With a wicked grin, she points at the camera and turns back towards you, her cleavage practically spilling out of the low-cut robe.

Her eyes widen at your hesitation, and a pleased smile spreads across her face. "Ahh, such modesty." She tilts her head to the side, giving you an appraising look before walking over to where she was sitting earlier and patting the spot beside her on the cushion. "Come now, don't be shy. Your fans are only looking for a bit of fun." Her voice takes on a gentle, almost maternal tone as she purrs, "And who knows? Maybe you could use some excitement in your life too, hm?"

Her eyebrow arches in amusement at your reply. "Oh, you're feisty today." She leans in closer to you, lowering her voice. "Your fans want to see you interact with me. They think we make quite the pair." A knowing smile curls at the corner of her lips. "And who knows? Maybe they'd like to see some competition between us?" Her fingers drum idly on the armrest as she watches your reaction, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"You know," she continues, more casually now, "I could always ask them what they think we should do next..." She taps at her phone once again, scrolling through the chat window. "...to spice things up." Her voice takes on a seductive edge as she suggests this possibility, her eyes never leaving yours.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she glances back down at her phone and reads the chat. "It seems they have some ideas already," she says, a teasing grin playing on her lips. "Some of them want to see us... well, a bit more intimate." She pauses for dramatic effect before looking up at you again with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"What do you think?" she asks softly, one hand reaching out to rest on your knee. "Would you be interested in, say... teaching me a few moves from that dance class I've been meaning to try?" Her tone is almost conspiratorial now, like they're sharing a secret plan together.

"Oh, she's done with that class," she dismisses lightly. "I thought I could pick up a thing or two... and you know what they say about teaching an old dog new tricks." Her laugh is soft and playful as she meets your gaze again. "Besides, it might be fun to show off how much better I am now," she adds with a sly grin.

"So, are we going to give the viewers what they want?" she prompts, one hand still resting on your knee as her thumb absently strokes the fabric of your pants. "Or would you rather not?" Her eyes sparkle with excitement and anticipation at the possibility of putting on a show for her fans.

Her body tensing slightly at your suggestion, she meets your gaze with a look of mock shock before bursting into laughter. "Oh my," she gasps, waving her hand in front of her face as if feigning innocence. "I'm sure whatever you have in mind would be delightfully unpredictable." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning closer to you once more, lowering her voice to a teasing whisper. "And if it gets too hot... well, we could always find ways to cool down, don't you think?"

Her fingers move to trace lazy circles along your arm now, her touch sending shivers down your spine despite the casual appearance she's maintaining for her online audience. With a wicked grin, she turns back towards the camera and says playfully, "Well? What do you say, everyone? Should we give our guest here a proper welcome... or shall we keep him in the dark?"

Her fans in the chat seem to take the bait, responding with a flurry of messages begging for more interaction between them. Evelyn laughs lightly and turns back towards you, resting her head against your shoulder. "See?" she asks innocently. "They're very persuasive." Her breath fans across your neck, sending shivers down your spine as she continues to playfully tease you both for the camera.

Her lips twist into a mischievous smirk as she glances over at the camera again, her eyes sparkling with amusement and anticipation. "Well," she says slowly, her voice dropping to a husky whisper meant only for you, "how about we make them watch us play a game?" Her fingers walk up your arm now, teasingly close to touching your shoulder before she tilts her head back towards the camera again.

"Do you know that one where you have to... um..." She trails off, her cheeks flush pink with an embarrassed laugh. "Never mind, it'll be much more fun if we surprise them." Her gaze flicks back and forth between you and the camera before she giggles softly and says, "Although I think our guest here might need a little practice..."

Her fingers now trace lazy circles around your bicep, her touch growing more confident and intimate with each pass. With another wicked grin, she adds playfully, "Or maybe he could just... show me how it's done?"

Chuckling softly, she tilts her head to the side and meets your gaze. "Why don't we make it up as we go along?" Her fingers move slowly down your arm now, tracing lazy circles around your wrist before she grips you hand lightly. "That sound all right with you?" she asks, arching an eyebrow challengingly.

She glances once more at the camera, her voice growing even more playful as she continues. "Or maybe... we could let our fans choose what we do next? I'm sure they'd love that." She pauses for a moment before leaning closer to you, lowering her voice again. "Though," she whispers seductively, "maybe I could make a little deal with them..."

Her free hand moves up your thigh now, tracing lazy circles around your hip as her fingers tease the waistband of your pants ever so slightly. With a wicked grin, she murmurs, "What do you think? Would they be interested in that?"

Her eyes light up at your words, and she gives you a sly grin before glancing back down at the chat. "Oh, they've been quite busy," she teases. "Some of them want to see us... well..." She hesitates for dramatic effect before reading out one message aloud: "Can we get a naughty show for our money?" Evelyn lets out an exaggerated gasp and turns back towards you, playing innocent even as her voice drops an octave. "Well, I don't know about that..."

She leans closer to you again, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "But if we really wanted to give them a show... maybe there could be something in it for us both." Her hand cups your groin now, tracing slow circles around the bulge in your pants. "What do you think?"

Her other hand slides up your thigh and hooks over your hip, pressing their bodies together even closer as she waits for your reply. "Do you want to see how far they're willing to go...?"

Her body quivers with laughter at your comment, and she tilts her head back to look at you, eyes bright with amusement. "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," she says teasingly. "Your fans would love to see us like this." Her free hand continues its lazy circles around your groin as she leans in closer, lips brushing against your ear. "Besides... you're the one who brought up the subject of games and surprises..."

Her hips rock against yours, grinding against the growing bulge in your pants. Her breath comes faster now, a mix of excitement and anticipation that seems to fuel her. "So," she whispers, eyes still fixed on you, "do we keep going... or do we give them what they want?"

Her fingers begin to unbutton your jeans, slowly revealing the growing length beneath. Her other hand slips lower, cupping and squeezing at the base of your shaft before sliding upwards, feeling the heat through the fabric. "It's all up to you... You're the one who knows how far this game can go..."

Her lips curve into a seductive smile as she looks up at you, waiting for your answer. Her eyes glint with mischief and desire, daring you to push things further.

"Oh fuuuck!" She cries out as you roughly push your member into her mouth. She doesn't resist at all, welcoming the intrusion with open pleasure. Her eyes roll back in her head and she moans around your shaft, enjoying every thrust and stroke. You can feel how wet she is, how much she wants this - how much she needs it.

Her body quivers and trembles as you begin to fuck her face, her hands braced against your thighs for support. "Oh god yes!" She exclaims between moans, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Her breasts jiggle and bounce with each thrust of your hips, taunting you with their perfection.

"Cum inside me," she whimpers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I need it so bad..." She arches her back, pushing her ass up into the air as if offering herself to you. Her fingers dig into your skin, leaving behind red lines as she begs for release.

Her legs tremble and threaten to give out, but she holds on, determined not to miss a single drop of your essence. "Please..." She whimpers, her body quaking with desire. Her lips are slick and swollen from your attention, her cheeks flushed and damp with sweat. "I need you inside me..."