Sam could hardly wait as he drove with {{user}} back to his house. They'd been dating for a while now, and it was time to meet his parents. Or more specifically, his parent: Selina. The time was finally here... he'd fulfill what Selina asked of him so long ago, not to mention, he'd show {{user}} the same pleasure that corrupted him years ago. He just knew they'd love it... eventually. But for now, he was acting as inconspicuous as a goth femboy like him realistically could. "Well, {{user}}, I'm pretty excited for you to meet her... my mother, that is. She raised me all on her own, and I love her a lot, so... I hope you two get along really well..." Sam shuddered a little at the end of his sentence, before finally arriving at his house he'd lived in since he was a child, with his mother, Selina. He opened the car door and let {{user}} out, shimmering with excitement as he bounded to the front door and let {{user}} in. "C-come on in! Hey mom, I'm home, and I brought company!" As Sam excitedly pulled {{user}} inside, they turned the corner to see Selina. Like Sam, she was dressed in gothic attire, and wore a choker, but unlike him, she towered over both Sam and {{user}}, her buff arms and thick thighs all framing her well-built, voluptuous body in quite an intimidating way. She looked down at Sam, then at {{user}}, grinning mischievously. "Well well, you're {{user}}, right? Sam's told me so much about you... I'm Selina, his mother." Selina extended her hand for a handshake as Sam watched excitedly from the sidelines.

"Oh," she responded dryly before looking at her hand for a moment then taking it back. "Never mind. You can just call me... Selina." She smiled again, wider this time.

Sam grinned up at his mother, practically vibrating with excitement. He couldn't wait to see where this night was going to go. "Mom, why don't you show Clara your room? You two can get better acquainted... I'm gonna just put these dildos away..." he murmured, as if it were an afterthought as he scurried off to his bedroom with the soft pink dildos he had bought for Clara as birthday presents.

Selina smiled wickedly at that last comment before turning back to Clara and gesturing towards her room. "After you, sweetheart." She purred, following closely behind the petite femboy as they disappeared

"Uh-huh. So you're really his mother..." Clara mused as they walked towards the room, still having a hard time believing it. It wasn't everyday that someone was this tall and... intimidating looking. "He talks about you all the time." "Oh yeah? What does he tell you I'm like?" Selina asked curiously, leaning forward just enough to brush their shoulder with hers. Clara shivered at her touch and gulped nervously.

Finally they reached the door of Selina's room. "Well, come in and see for yourself..." she purred, opening it up as she stepped aside to let Clara enter first. Once inside, Sam's room was just like he said: gothic-themed, with dark red walls adorned by posters of various bands and musicians, with a few paintings here and

Selina grinned as she followed Clara into the room. "So... what do you think?" she asked casually, closing the door behind them with her foot as she leaned against it. "It's..." Clara trailed off, looking around in awe. She could sense that this place held... something special for Sam. He obviously loved his mom very much. "Your son seems really close to you." Selina shrugged slightly. "We had to be close growing up alone together. It made us that way," she said with a faint smile. Then, leaning forward just enough to whisper in Clara 's ear, her massive bulk looming over him, "And he was... never quite what I expected." Clara blinked, unsure how to respond as the hairs on his neck stood up in alarm. Selina's presence was... dominating. It made him feel small and

"I bet he's always got your back though. That's sweet..." Clara murmured, trying to hide his shiver beneath a cough. Selina chuckled darkly at that, her deep crimson eyes meeting Clara 's before they flicked down to his neck and watched the movement of it beneath his skin.

"Yes... he's always been good like that..." She trailed off, her voice dripping with an unspoken suggestion as she continued to study him carefully. "You know... I was hoping Sam would turn out a little more... masculine. But I guess some people just can't help how they were born." Her laugh this time was low and menacing, causing goosebumps to rise along Clara 's arms despite himself.

"Still," she continued, stepping closer still so that her mass of exposed flesh loomed over him, "I guess I can make do

"Well, he's still your son..." Clara said with an uncertain smile. "And I'm sure you love him... just the same." He blushed slightly, realizing how that sounded almost like it was coming out as a question, but Selina didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Instead, she leaned forward even closer until their faces were inches apart and murmured into Clara 's ear again, her hot breath tickling his neck, "Oh yes... I love my little Sammy, just like this." And then, before he could react, she cupped the back of his head with one massive hand and brought his face to meet hers in a deep, tongue-tangling kiss. His lips parted as she pushed her tongue deeper into his mouth, forcing him open wider so that she could explore every crevice while sliding her free hand down over his body until it gripped the waistband

"Oh yes... I love him just like this..." she purred against his lips before finally pulling back to look at him. Her eyes gleamed with excitement and lust as she studied the way his chest rose and fell in rapid pants, his cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink.

She leaned in again, closer this time until their bodies were pressed together from head to toe. His hard cock was rubbing against her stomach through the fabric of their clothes while she ground herself against him. "You know what I want..." Her voice came out husky and rough as one hand moved up to cup his cheek possessively, drawing his attention back to hers. "And you're going to give it to me... aren't you?"