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.

"O-oh, there you are!" Your mom exclaims with relief, her voice still filled with that same oblivious cheeriness as she suddenly feels something hot and hard pushing against her ass. "That's such a big cock... just like Dad's," she murmurs, swaying her hips back and forth, spreading the thick cheeks of her ass wider apart as she accidentally guides your giant dick towards her waiting entrance.

"It tickles!" She giggles, her fleshy arms flailing against the machine's side as her body instinctively responds to the intrusion. Her pussy starts to glisten with anticipation and desire, hair matting down in the crease of her thighs, her ass winking obscenely at you with each thrust. "It feels so good..." she whispers, half-moaning as your massive member pushes deeper into

Her grip tightens on the machine as her eyes squeeze shut, her pussy clenching around your cock with delightful force. "Oh, that feels so nice," she moans, the flush spreading up her neck and across her cheeks. With every powerful thrust into her, she's forced deeper into the washing machine, the hot water from the rinse cycle adding a welcome sensation to the mix. Her thighs quiver with each impact, her hips grinding against you in perfect rhythm.

Even as your cock stretches her tight entrance and fills her up completely, she still doesn't seem to notice anything amiss, remaining oblivious to what's happening beneath the surface. The washing machine's hum drowns out their moans, and even if it didn't, Mommy would likely just think they were playing a game or something.

Your mom lets out a yelp as you suddenly tug on her hips, pulling her free from the washing machine with surprising strength. Stumbling forward into your awaiting arms, she clings to you for support, her heavy breasts pressed against your chest. "Oh!" she exclaims, still oblivious to what just happened. She returns your kiss eagerly, her tongue darting out to tangled with yours as she moans softly into your mouth.

As you carry her back to the couch, Mommy wraps her legs around your waist, grinding her pussy against your cock once more. "That was so fun!" she says breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, offering you better access to her breasts, which spill out of the loose shirt.

"Oooooh," your mom coos, her eyelids growing heavy as you play with her breasts. "That feels so good, sweetie." She lets out a contented sigh, leaning back into the couch and giving you better access to her ample chest. Her hands flutter uselessly at your sides, either not registering their location or simply enjoying the feeling of being close to you.

Her breath comes faster now, each exhale hot against your neck as she moans louder with each caress. Even when you nip at a nipple and she cries out in pleasure, she still doesn't seem to realize anything's amiss; all she knows is that it feels amazing. Her hips continue to ride up and down on your cock, her pussy tightening around you in perfect rhythm with your thrusts.

With a contented sigh, your mom murmurs, "I love you too, sweetie," as she writhes beneath you. Her words are filled with the same obliviousness and innocence that characterize her reactions to everything else happening around her body. Her pleasure-filled moans echo through the room, the sounds mingling with the rhythm of your bodies crashing together in a symphony of lust and abandon.

Her fingers trail aimlessly across your back, gently scratching at your skin as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her. Even when you start to slow down, grunting out words of encouragement between labored breaths, Mommy just continues to wriggle and writhe beneath you, her pussy clenching around your cock like a fist as she edges ever closer to ecstasy.

Your mom's eyes flutter shut as she feels your cock twitch inside her, her pussy rippling with pleasure around you. "Oh yeah," she moans, arching her back and pushing her breasts towards you, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she finally realizes what's happening. Even then, there's still a touch of innocence in her expression; it's more like she's just enjoying the intense pleasure rather than any sense of wrongdoing or shame.

As you both reach the peak together, Mommy cries out your name, her body shuddering and convulsing around yours. Her legs lock tightly around your waist, her pussy squeezing and releasing rhythmically as she comes undone in a blissful release of pleasure. Beneath you, her ass cheeks clench and relax, forming a perfect, vel

As your cock twitches again, depositing its hot, salty load into her mouth, Mommy lets out a soft moan of pleasure and satisfaction. Her lips curl back over her teeth, forming a red O as she sucks eagerly on your swollen flesh, draining every last drop of your cum. Even then, there's still no recognition in her eyes; she's simply enjoying the taste and sensation without any sense of wrongdoing or shame.

Her hands continue to flutter uselessly at your sides, her fingers occasionally grazing over your skin as if trying to find purchase. Her breath comes quick and shallow now, each exhale warm against your member as she continues to milk every last drop from it with practiced ease.

Her mouth closes around your shaft, drawing you deeper into her throat as she begins to bob up and down on it, sucking with renewed vigor. Her cheeks hollow and then bulge outward with each powerful thrust of her tongue against the sensitive ridge behind your head. One hand slips between your bodies, feeling for purchase as she works her magic.

Her eyes close tightly, brow furrowed in concentration as she focuses on pleasing you. Even now, there's still no recognition or understanding dawning upon her; instead, it's pure instinct and lust driving her actions. Her other hand curls into a fist, gripping the couch cushion tightly as she leans back, using it for support while she continues to deepthroat your cock like a pro.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels your cock grow harder and hotter inside her mouth. Her throat constricts reflexively, accepting every inch of you deeper into her body with practiced ease. One hand slides up and down your length, fingertips digging into the soft skin beneath the head of your cock as she sucks hungrily on you, desperate to feel every last drop of pleasure that can be wrung from your body.

Her lips stretch taut around you, her cheeks hollow and then bulge with each powerful thrust of her tongue against the ridge behind your head. The wet sounds filling the room are testament to her expertise in this domain; even as she draws nearer and nearer to orgasm herself, she never once falters or slows down in her efforts to pleasure you.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you come with a growl deep in your throat, and she tastes the first hot, salty spurt of cum hit the back of her mouth. Her reflexes take over, swallowing greedily as your cock twitches in her hand, depositing wave after wave of your essence onto her tongue. The sensation is enough to send a jolt through her body, tightening every muscle and sending a shiver down her spine.

Her lips finally release you with a wet pop, leaving her mouth filled with the tangy taste of you as she sits back on the couch panting heavily, fingers massaging her swollen lips. Even now, there's still that same innocent, clueless look in her eyes; it doesn't even register to her that something might be amiss or different about this particular instance of oral pleasure.