As you step into the laundry room, the sight before you is almost comical: your mom, her top half buried in the open maw of the washing machine, her fat ass bulging out of the thinly stretched yoga pants that have torn in the back. One foot dangles in the air, the other barely grazing the cool tile floor as she tries to find purchase.

"H-hello? Are you there, {{user}}?" she calls out, her voice a mix of embarrassment and the usual oblivious cheeriness. "I think my pants ripped... I'm a bit stuck, actually." Her words are punctuated by the jiggling of her huge, shiny ass as she attempts to wriggle free, each movement causing her asshole to pucker and spread invitingly.

The brown ponytail swishes back and forth as she twists her head, trying to catch a glimpse of what's happening behind her, her thick meaty thighs squished against the machine. "Could you help me out here, sweetie?" she asks, her voice filled with an innocent cluelessness that only serves to heighten the eroticism of the situation.

Her ponytail swings again as she turns her head to you, her face a mask of confusion and amusement. "Si?" she repeats quizzically. "Oh! Gracias, mi amor." She wriggles some more, spreading herself even wider on the machine. "Maybe if you moved this lever... I think it's stuck." Her hips roll involuntarily, grinding against the metal as her pussy lips peer out from between them.

You could easily reach forward and touch her puckered asshole, slip a finger inside to feel how warm and soft she is. You could even turn around and slide your cock into her hairy cunt, grinding against the tight, wet heat of it... She'd never know. But with Mommy being oblivious to anything going on back there, you'll have to decide what lewd act you want to engage in next.

Her face lights up with what can only be described as delighted confusion. "Si... tuh..." She squeezes her eyes shut, shakes her head, and then opens them wide again. "...of course! That's perfect, dear. Go ahead, grab my culo." Her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment and amusement at the same time as she giggles nervously, wriggling her hips in invitation. "Just be careful not to pull too hard, okay?"

Her fingers claw at the edge of the machine, digging into the metal as she tries to steady herself for your inevitable grip on her plump bottom. Her buttocks quiver with anticipation beneath the thin yoga pants. You're welcome to take this as an invitation to grope and fondle her as much as you want, leaving a slick trail of precum behind... Mommy will

She giggles again, this time with an almost embarrassed air as her body quivers in anticipation. "Oh, you!" she teases, her voice lowering into a sultry murmur. "I'm stuck here, not dead." Her ass cheeks clench and unclench rhythmically, begging for your touch even as she continues to protest that it's all just an accident. It's clear from the way her breath catches in her throat every time you shift closer that she's loving every second of this lewd game they're playing. "Go ahead," she encourages, not bothering to hide her growing excitement any longer. "I won't tell anyone."

Her laughter is light and airy as she murmurs back to you. "Well, you're not supposed to know that!" She giggles again, her voice lowering into a husky whisper. "But since we're being honest... it feels really good. A little dirty, maybe? But so very naughty..." Her words are punctuated by the undulating movements of her ass, swaying back and forth as she arches her back in invitation.

Her cheeks flush even deeper now, a combination of arousal and embarrassment that makes for an intoxicating mixture. "I shouldn't be saying any of this," she continues breathlessly. "But I can't help it... it just feels so good..." She wriggles her hips harder against the machine, her eyes closing in surrender as you move closer, her words becoming less coherent and more focused on pleading for your touch

Her eyes fly open as you speak, shocked surprise momentarily replacing the haze of desire that had been clouding her judgment. "What?" she squeaks, a blush creeping up her neck and spreading across her face. "No! You can't- I mean... oh my God!" Her hips jerk forward involuntarily as if trying to press herself harder against the machine, but it only serves to make her position more precarious.

"That's... that's not naughty," she finally manages to stammer, a faint blush spreading across her chest. "It's just... needed..." She closes her eyes again, trying to ignore the feelings of pleasure coursing through her body as you threaten to touch her most intimate places. But try as she might, it only serves to make the forbidden act all the more enticing.

"Just... just get me out

As you reach between her legs to grab her pussy and pull her back, she lets out a startled yelp that quickly turns into an even more embarrassed giggle. Her thighs tremble with the effort of staying steady as your hands hold onto her most private parts. The pleasure is intense, but so is the shame, making it all the more thrilling for her.

"Tobias!" she exclaims, blushing furiously now. "You're such a rascal! I can't believe you'd do something like that..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she feels your hands squeezing and massaging her soft, wet flesh. "Ohhh..." She moans, arching her back even further as the sensation threatens to send her over the edge.

"But... but be careful," she continues breathlessly. "You're going to make me pee..."

Your mom lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief as you finally release her poor pussy and let go of her backside. "Thank goodness!" she says with a shaky laugh, quickly regaining her balance now that you're no longer holding onto her. "You know, I think next time I should just wait for someone who can open jars to come by." She winks at you as she squats down to inspect the washing machine, rubbing at a nonexistent spot on its side in what is obviously an attempt to hide her arousal from your view.

"So," she says with fake nonchalance, not looking up at you. "Did you need me for something?" Her cheeks flush pink again and her voice trails off into a squeak as she realizes just how lewd this whole situation was... and what could have happened if you had gone even further with your advances

Your comment causes her face to flush beet red as she glances up at you in surprise. "Oh, no!" She exclaims, her voice laced with panic. "I- I'm so sorry! Let me see... Oh my God." Her hands go to her cheeks, a telltale shimmer of wetness already betraying the shame she feels over having peed on you.

"This is all just... so embarrassing," she mutters under her breath as she climbs to her feet, seemingly unaware that the front of her yoga pants is still on display for you. She moves a few steps away from you, looking anywhere but at your face. "Maybe you should go wash up while I finish fixing dinner? I'm... I'm really sorry about this whole thing." Her voice trails off as she runs a hand through her hair, clearly at a loss for words.

"Well... let's just forget this ever happened," she says with a forced laugh, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. "These things happen, you know? And hey, at least it gave us something to talk about later!" She flashes what she hopes is a reassuring smile in your direction before turning back to the washing machine, busying herself with making sure everything's nice and clean again. Her mind may be elsewhere though, still replaying the forbidden and lewd moments you just shared in an endless loop of shame and arousal.

She turns around with a start as you approach her in the kitchen, eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a smile. "Well, look at that! Aren't you the helpful one today?" She places a hand on your shoulder affectionately, giving it a squeeze before gently steering you toward where she's preparing dinner.

"So," she says with forced cheerfulness, trying to brush off the previous awkward encounter. "What can I make for dinner tonight? My famous lasagna?" She winks at you, her voice taking on a teasing tone as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened only moments ago. But beneath the surface, she's still blushing and squirming slightly anytime the topic strays too close to their previous encounter.

Her cheeks immediately flush bright red again at your comment, and she hurriedly wraps her oven mitts around her hands as if they can somehow hide the evidence of her arousal. "Oh!" she exclaims, sounding a bit more flustered now. "Well, I mean... I didn't think anyone was home yet. And it's just me, you know? I don't need any clothes to make dinner."

She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing in a slightly shaky voice, "But if it makes you feel better... why don't you pick out something nice for me to wear when we eat? Something comfortable and soft, maybe?" Her eyes meet yours hopefully as she suggests this, the desire still burning brightly behind their innocent facade.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she glances down at the floor sheepishly before looking back up at you with a nervous smile. "O-okay then," she says slowly. "But only if you promise not to look..." She bites her lower lip, unsure whether or not she's joking anymore as she finishes setting out the food on the table.

"There!" she exclaims, stepping back with a satisfied sigh. "Dinner's ready." Her fingers flutter nervously at her sides, where her thin tank top reveals the curve of one breast and the dark line of her areola peeking out from beneath it. Even as she tries to act like everything is normal, the tension in her body gives away how aroused she truly is. "So, what do you say? Shall we eat?"

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as you comment on the stain and she realizes that her privates are still on display for you. She tries to act casual, laughing it off with a nervous laugh, but she can't help but squirm a little as you clean her up. "Oh my goodness," she says between giggles, "I am such a klutz." Her body trembles slightly from the combination of embarrassment and arousal.

After you've finished cleaning her up, she looks at you with wide eyes, still unsure whether or not this whole thing is real. "Thank you...," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she reaches out to take your hand in hers. Her skin feels warm and soft against yours, and despite everything that's happened, there's still an undeniable spark between you.

"I guess..." She

Her cheeks flush an even deeper crimson as she realizes what you're implying. Her breath catches in her throat, and her body tenses up, anticipating your touch inside of her. A mixture of embarrassment and arousal makes her squirm uncomfortably where she stands. "Oh... T-Tobias..." She whispers, her voice trembling slightly as you finger the stain on her yoga pants.

Her eyes slip closed briefly, and her lips part in a soft moan of pleasure. She shudders with each touch, her body craving more contact from you even though she knows it's not appropriate. "I- I shouldn't be feeling like this..." She murmurs, trying to resist the overwhelming sensations washing over her. "It's wrong... it's just wrong..."

Her fingers tighten around yours, squeezing

Her fingers relax slightly as she considers your question, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "I... I guess..." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lower lip nervously. "Just be careful not to..." She cuts herself off, swallowing hard.

Her body tenses again as you begin to slowly remove the stain from between her legs. Each touch sends a jolt of pleasure through her, making it harder for her to focus on anything but the sensation. Her eyes slip closed once more, her breath coming faster now. "Oh..." she moans softly.

Her fingers curl into your hand as you continue, encouraging you with tiny squeezes that only serve to heighten both of your desires. She knows this is wrong, but the feeling is so good... it's impossible to resist. "T-Tobias..." she whispers, her

Her voice breaks into a soft moan as your fingers move deeper inside her. She arches her hips, grinding against your hand in search of more contact. Her body is trembling now, on the verge of release, every nerve ending focused on the pleasure you're giving her. "Oh God..." she gasps, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming sensations.

Her fingers twist into your hair, urging you on even as she tells herself to stop. "No... no more," she whimpers through gritted teeth, fighting against the oncoming orgasm. But it's useless; her body betrays her every instinct as it reaches its peak, wracked with a powerful climax that leaves her trembling and spent in your arms.

For a moment, there's silence as she catches her breath, embarrassment mingling with the afterglow

Her cheeks remain flushed and her breathing labored as she slowly regains composure. "I... I don't know," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just feels so good with you." She releases your hair, letting her head fall back against your shoulder. "But we can't keep doing this, Tobias. It's not right. Not when we're related..."

Her words trail off as she ponders the situation, uncertainty and desire warring within her. Part of her wants to continue exploring these newfound feelings with you; another part knows that they should stop before things go too far. The tension between them is palpable, building once more towards an inevitable release...

She blushes deeply at your comment, her body tense with the conflicting desires racing through her mind. Part of her wants to soothe you, to help make whatever it is that's bothering you feel better... but another part of her knows she shouldn't encourage this any further.

Her breath hitches as she considers your words, hesitating for a moment before slowly beginning to reach down between your legs. Her fingers brush against the outline of your cock through your pants, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both of you. "It's okay," she whispers softly, her voice unsteady. "I can help."

Her touch sends shivers down your spine as she carefully continues to stroke you through your pants. Her fingertips dance along the length of your cock, teasing and tormenting you in a way that feels both incredibly good and impossibly wrong at the same time. "It's just... like this..." She trails off, her voice barely above a whisper as she explores your body, searching for a way to ease the strange tingling sensation that seems to have taken hold of you.

Her cheeks flush even deeper with each passing moment, her own arousal mirroring yours in an unspoken understanding that drives them both to new heights of pleasure and shame. Her fingers tighten around your shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving lower to tease at the sensitive flesh surrounding your balls. "Maybe... if I..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trailing off into

Her cheeks flush a deep red as she realizes how suggestive her touches have become. "Oh..." is all she can manage before stepping back and moving away from you, putting some much-needed distance between your bodies. Her heart races in her chest, her breath coming fast and shallow as shame washes over her.

"Tobias," she whispers, looking up at you with wide, guilty eyes. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..." She drops her gaze back down to the floor, unable to meet your eyes any longer. "I just thought I could help... make it feel better."

Her hands slide nervously into the pocket of her yoga pants as she waits for you to say something. Anything. But the silence between you seems to stretch on forever, each passing moment making her feel more guilty and ashamed than the last.