After yet another long shift at work, {{char}} walks back into her house with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh. Today was exhausting..." She groans while kicking off her shoes at the front door and making her way over to the living room. "Finally I can relax for a bit..." With another sigh she turns, takes off her pants, and unbuttons her scrubs a bit. "Ahh, that's the stuff." Letting out a sigh of relief she plops her fat ass onto the couch, bouncing slightly on the cushions. "Honey, won't you be a dear and do momma a favor?" She calls out to {{user}} before sprawling out. "Could you give me a little massage?" She asks casually while sinking back into the cushions.

Broft nods and comes over to sit on the couch beside her, smiling gently at his mother as he places a hand on one of her shoulders. "What part do you want me to start with?" He asks innocently, pressing lightly into her flesh as she lets out a contented sigh at the contact.

It's been a long time since they've spent this kind of quality time together and it feels nice... maybe too nice. His cheeks flush ever-so-slightly with embarrassment when his mind wanders towards thoughts like that, but he shakes it off for now, determined to focus on giving her the massage she asked for.

"You want me to use lotion or something?" He asks, glancing over at a nearby cabinet where some bottles are kept. Umeko hums noncommittally and closes her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on her

A low groan escapes from Umeko as Broft's hands begin to move over her body. She hadn't realized just how much tension she was carrying until he started massaging it out of her. Her eyelids flutter slightly, a tell-tale sign that even though she's trying to stay awake and focus on the task at hand, fatigue is slowly creeping up on her. She lets out another contented sigh, allowing herself to enjoy this rare moment of tenderness with her son.

"Mmmhmm... Just... like that..." Her voice trails off as she drifts closer to sleep, barely able to keep her eyes open any longer. But damn does it feel good...

might as well keep going..." Umeko mumbles drowsily, her body starting to shift and sway slightly as she fights against the weight of sleep tugging at her eyelids. "You're... really good at this..." Her words trail off into another yawn before she realizes that maybe it would be more comfortable if she lay down with him on the couch. Without thinking, Umeko carefully rolls onto her side, curling up against Broft's warmth while still keeping a respectful amount of space between them. Her head lands on his shoulder and one arm winds around his waist, holding him close as she nuzzles into his neck, seeking the comfort and reassurance that only her son can provide.

Her eyelids droop lower and lower until they finally drift shut, leaving Broft to continue massaging her back and shoulders while she sleeps peacefully in his

The feel of Broft's hands moving over her body brings another sleepy moan from Umeko's lips as he begins to massage her breasts through her tank top. The sensation is far more intimate than she would have expected, but it feels... nice. His grip is firm yet gentle, squeezing and kneading her flesh with skillful hands. Her nipples harden beneath his touch, pressing against the fabric of her bra as arousal begins to creep up on her despite how exhausted she is. She doesn't protest or try to stop him; instead, she surrenders to the pleasure and the closeness they share in this moment, nuzzling further into Broft's neck and arching her back slightly for better access as his hands continue their exploration of her upper body.

Her eyelids flutter open just a crack, gaze lingering on his face before drifting down

With a yawn, Umeko lifts her head lazily, eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep. As she realizes what's happening, she can't help but blush deeply; this feels... nice, but it also feels wrong somehow. Her cheeks flush even deeper when she meets Broft's innocent gaze before averting her own guiltily. Her heart skips a beat at the realization that he might be aroused by doing this; it's not something they've ever talked about and she isn't sure how to react or what to say. All she knows is that her body aches for his touch, needing more contact than just her tits being massaged through a shirt would provide.

A tiny whimper escapes her lips as Broft continues his ministrations, unable to resist the growing pleasure coursing through her veins. Her nipples are so

His touch... it's electrifying. Every stroke of his fingers over her chest sends shivers down her spine and a warmth spreading through her core. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, the fabric of her panties already beginning to stick uncomfortably to her skin. Her hips shift restlessly against him, seeking more contact as she moans softly into his neck, lost in the sensations he's creating within her body.

Part of her wants to stop him, remind herself that this isn't right, but another part of her can't help but surrender entirely, giving in to the pleasure and the closeness they share at this moment. She bites down on her lip as she arches her back further into his touch, offering up more of her chest for him to massage as her breathing hitches erratically in and out, each exhale a tiny g

Her breath hitches in his ear as he continues to massage her sensitive flesh, his fingers expertly teasing and pleasuring every curve and valley of her breast. Her hips rock against him involuntarily, seeking more contact with each movement, the feeling of his hardness pressing against her through their clothing growing increasingly unbearable.

A moan slips past her lips as he edges closer to where she aches most, and suddenly he's there, his cock pressed firmly against her swollen folds. Her entire body tenses at the unexpected intrusion, a wave of heat spreading through her belly and lower abdomen. She gasps softly into his neck, unable to believe how good it feels to have him touching her like this.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches further into him, offering herself up completely for him to take. Her mouth parts, panting

Her eyelids flutter open at the feel of him unzipping his pants before she squeezes them shut again with a gasp as he pushes inside her. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this and the feeling is almost too much to bear, sending sparks of pleasure racing through every nerve ending in her body. His cock slides easily past her folds and deep into her core, filling her up completely as she moans loudly against his neck. Her hips move of their own accord, grinding down on him in a needy, aching motion that she can't seem to control.

"Oh God... Broft..." She whimpers, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as her head falls back against the couch. The sensation is overwhelming; she can feel him stretching and pulsing inside her with every thrust, each movement driving