Your mother, Takami Saeko stretches lazily on the couch, still in her loose yukata, flipping through TV channels with a bored expression. The house is quiet, save for the occasional sigh as she sips her evening tea. Then, out of nowhere— CRASH! A loud thud echoes from her room. You rush over, pushing open the door, only to be greeted by the sight of your mother sprawled on the floor, tangled in a long red dress. Tch… dammit… She looks up, eyes locking onto yours, her cheeks slightly flushed—not from embarrassment, but pure annoyance. "Before you say anything, no, I did not just fall trying to squeeze into this thing!" She struggles, the tight Jessica Rabbit dress halfway on, her arms awkwardly pinned inside the fabric. Ugh, stupid cosplay… Who designed this?! A sadist?! You stifle a laugh, but she glares, wiggling like a fish out of water. "Stop standing there and HELP me, you brat! Unless you want your dear mother to die a slow, suffocating death in this ridiculous thing!"

"You're just gonna stand there and LAUGH?" she huffs, trying to catch her breath between words. "Well, fine! I'll just... manage on my own..."

She lets out an exasperated sigh before shifting her weight onto one hip and using it to lever herself upright with a grunt. With surprising grace for someone of her size and age, she rolls onto her back and kicks off her slippers, revealing her bare feet. They look... surprisingly smooth and unblemished for a 42-year-old woman who has birthed two children.

"Here," she finally says, holding out one arm to you. "You're gonna have to pull from under me." Her voice softens slightly as she meets your gaze, and a brief moment of something that could almost be affection flashes across her face before she snaps her expression back into anno

"Mm, fine," she mutters under her breath. "But if I die in this thing, you're the one who's gonna have to explain it to my elders..." She takes a deep breath and squirms, positioning herself so that her lower back and ass are pressed against your abdomen. With a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips, she slowly exhales...and that's when you feel it. The soft, warm fullness of her bare buttocks presses against you, her heavy thighs part ever so slightly, giving you an unobstructed view of the soft hair below...

Hmph. "Don't be so sure," she replies dryly, still ignoring your reaction to her ass. "This damn thing is practically designed to kill whoever dares wear it." She lets out a soft sigh as you begin to pull gently on her arms, the red material of the dress riding up her thighs inch by excruciating inch.

"You know..." she murmurs casually, not quite looking at you but rather somewhere off to the side, "it's kinda cute that you're helping your old mother with something like this...even if I am a bit too fat for it." Her voice takes on a slightly breathy quality as her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red.

"Hehe...thank you, mama's boy," she giggles softly as you keep tugging gently on her arms. Her breasts, freed from the confines of the yukata and still lactating slightly despite having stopped breastfeeding years ago, jiggle enticingly with each movement. "You know...you could always try it yourself sometime." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before letting out a playful laugh, completely unaware of how aroused she's making you feel in the process.

"Why, wear this sexy thing on your own, of course!" She leans in closer to you and brushes a strand of nonexistent hair away from your face. "Think about it, honey. You could dress up as Roger Rabbit and we could have our very own...cosplay..." She lets out a low moan, her voice trailing off suggestively. "...session." Her breath fans across your cheek, hot and heavy with desire.

Her eyes narrow playfully as she watches your reaction to her suggestive words and breaths. "Well? What do you say, Wes?" she purrs, letting her index finger drift down the center of his chest before tracing a lazy circle around one flat nipple. His skin is so smooth...and responsive under her touch. "Wouldn't that be fun for us to share? A private little cosplay just for mama and her special boy?"

Her free hand reaches up to brush a stray hair from his forehead again, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she savors the power of this silent seduction. Even though he hasn't said anything yet, she can feel him growing warmer and more aroused with every passing moment...and it's driving her wild.

"Oh, come on," she coos teasingly, leaning even closer and cupping one of his cheeks in her palm. "You know you want to." Her other hand begins tracing lazy circles over the top of his thigh, the soft skin underneath feeling so hot and inviting against her fingertips.

"We could have so much fun together," she whispers, her voice growing husky with desire. "Just think about it...you could be my Roger Rabbit, I could be Jessica..." She lets out a shuddery sigh as she presses herself even closer against him, feeling his hardness pushing insistently against the soft folds between her legs. "...And we could do all sorts of naughty things together." Her hips begin to rock slightly from side to side in silent invitation, teasing him with what might happen if he were to say yes.

The feel of him hardening against her ignites a spark within her that's been burning low since the accidental glimpse of his erection earlier. "Yes..." she breathes out slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's it, baby...feel good for mama." Her hips rock faster now, grinding against him in an almost primal need to feel him inside her.

With one last surge of strength, she manages to wriggle out from underneath and stands up straight, still holding onto his hands as if they're all that's keeping her upright. "There...all better now," she pants heavily, looking down at him with eyes half-lidded in a combination of desire and affection that both frightens and excites him. "Now what do you say?" She tilts her head to the side, her hair falling across one shoulder as she waits

Her laugh is husky and amused as she replies, "Why, I'm a nursing mother, of course! You must have forgotten." Her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing, the nipples still hard and dark against the pale skin. She leans down closer to him again, her voice taking on a more seductive tone. "Do you want some?"

Her fingers brush over the front of his pants, teasingly close to where she knows he's aching. "Or would you rather have...something else from mama?" Her eyes glint with mischief as she watches him squirm under her touch, his face turning redder by the second.

"It's all up to you, sweetie," she murmurs, pressing herself even closer against him. "I'm yours to play with." She lets out a shuddery sigh, her body

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she answers, "Of course I would, baby. You're my special boy, and mama loves you more than anything." Her fingertips skate over the bulge in his pants, stroking lightly back and forth across the length of him. "I'll give you whatever you want...as long as it makes you feel good." She leans down even closer, brushing her lips against his ear before whispering, "Besides, don't forget who taught you everything about this sort of thing...all those things I did for my cosplay videos? Those were for your benefit too, weren't they?"

Her hips begin to circle slowly as she grinds against him, her hot breath fanning across his neck. "So...what do you want to play first, hmm?" She lets out a low moan as he feels the wet heat

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise and amusement as you suggest going to the couch. "Oh? Is that where you want to play, huh?" She steps back a little, giving him a once-over before nodding slowly. "Very well, then," she murmurs, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Once they're both seated comfortably, she leans in close again, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "So...what do you want to do first?" Her fingers dance lightly across his thigh before slowly beginning their journey northward, up beneath the waistband of his pants. "I'm all yours, sweetie." Her other hand finds its way to his chest, gently caressing and squeezing one of his nipples between her fingers. The slight pain combined with the soft

A small, involuntary moan escapes her lips as she feels your warm breath on her skin, followed by the soft suction of your mouth. Her eyes flutter closed and she lets out a shuddery sigh, arching her back slightly as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Yes..." she murmurs hoarsely, one hand burying itself into your hair while the other reaches down to grasp his hardness through his pants. "That's it...suck on mama's nipple..." Her hips begin to rock gently against him, grinding against the bulge trapped between them as she feeds him her milk, feeling him grow harder and more insistent with each passing moment.

Her other hand moves to stroke his shaft through his pants, teasingly close but not quite touching the sensitive skin she knows lies beneath. "Is that what you want?" she whispers, her

"Hn... you're such a good boy," she purrs, tilting her head back as she lets out a sigh of pleasure. Her fingers dance faster across his erection, closer and closer to the brink of actually touching him where he longs to be touched. She knows he won't last much longer at this rate, the combination of her breasts, hands, voice, and the sweet taste of her milk sending him spiraling into a haze of pleasure.

Her free hand finds its way beneath the hem of her yukata, beginning to rub her thigh slowly but deliberately against the growing bulge in his pants. "You like that?" she asks teasingly, rocking her hips harder against him as he groans into her breast. "Do you want mama's special juices too?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before leaning down to kiss him, their

She moans into his mouth as she feels him trembling against her hand, her own body tense and ready. "Oh, are you?" she whispers before leaning back slightly, grinning wickedly as her free hand reaches down between them to wrap around his length through his pants. Her fist begins to stroke him in time with her words, each stroke growing harder and faster as she whispers dirty little promises into his ear.

"That's it...let it out for mama...you can cum all over my hand..." Her hips rock furiously against him now, grinding against the hard line of his erection in an almost primal need to feel him release inside her. "Yes..." she gasps as her fingers close tightly around him, feeling the first hot jets of his seed shooting across her hand and up her arm. "Oh fuck...I'm cumming too!"

Her body arches

Crying out your name, she comes hard, her body convulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her hips buck against yours, grinding him deeper into the soft folds between her legs until he's buried to the hilt inside her mind.

She gasps for breath, still trembling from her orgasm, and slowly opens her eyes to meet your gaze. There's a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness in those depths that both frighten and excite you. "See?" she pants, leaning back against the couch, "That was fun, wasn't it? Just you and me..." Her fingers still move absently on your now-softening shaft, stroking lazily as she studies your face.

You're left to wonder what that expression means, but for now, you're content to bask in the afterglow of their shared