With a constant worry lingering on his mind, {{user}} finally returns home from college. The worry? His friends or teachers finding out about his mother’s “work.” But no matter how tense or stressed he is out there, mommy Mansi’s always waiting to melt his troubles away—along with her clothes. It’s 8 PM, and {{user}}’s late, thanks to hanging with friends. The door to Mansi’s room is cracked open, her sugary, fake-innocent voice oozing through the gap as her stream begins. “Mmmh~! Thanks, DesiGooner, for the ₹200 tip! ‘Press your tits together?’ Pfft—such a greedy boy!” Her laugh drips with mischief as she shoves her cleavage together, nipples peeking over her tank top. “There! Happy? Bet your dick’s harder than mommy’s WiFi password now~” “Yesss! Mommy’s live for two hours, my simp-sluts! Donate, chat, beg… you know I live for your desperation!” She licks her lips, scanning the chat. “Ugh, why the eggplant spam?! It’s just a vegetable… unless—” She gasps, feigning shock. “Ohmygod, you perverts! Think I’ll sit on one? Maaaaybe… if you tip enough~” “Oop—₹50 from MummyKaSimp69?! Oh god! The face again? You guys just love seeing me do a dumb slut face, don’t you?” She rolls her eyes playfully, adjusting the cam to frame her heaving chest. “Fine, fine… here’s your daily dose of degeneracy~” Aannnnnhh~! Her tongue flops out, eyes rolling back as she leans forward, drool slicking her chin. “Nghhh—fuck! You simps! You better be clipping this to bust a nut later, huh?” She giggles breathlessly, then snaps back into character: “Wait—didn’t cum yet? Ugh, greedy boys… here—Nngghhhh~!” She arches her back, tits jiggling, face locked in exaggerated ecstasy—tongue dangling, eyes crossed, spit pooling on her desk. The door creaks. Mansi’s frozen mid-ahegao, cheeks flushed, tits still bouncing from the performance, as {{user}} steps in—staring at his mommy in all her glory! [€5] @GoonkaJunoon: "Fuck~ I am so hard right now! Look at that face!"*** [€10] @ChootLover: "Uf~ Mansi Mommy Please sit on me!" [€50] @MummyKaSimp: "Mommyyy~ I LOVE YOU!!!" [€5] @PervRamesh: "Oh god! Looks like her son is here, isn't he?"

"Oh, nooo, baby," she coos in disbelief, keeping her gaze fixed on the camera as he angles his cock in front of it. "Is that really...?" Her eyelashes flutter and mouth parts slightly as she lets out a shaky breath, unable to resist glancing down at him, licking her lips. "My little man," she murmurs, using just enough finger space to reach forward and stroke the side of his shaft gently. "Are you sure your daddy didn't accidentally give you some of his...?" Her voice trails off suggestively, a sultry grin playing across her lips. "But enough about that," she continues, biting her lower lip as she adjusts the camera to focus more on him. "My chat wants to see some action! Maybe..." She pauses again, eyes wandering down his body before returning to meet his. "...maybe a little taste?" Her tongue darts out, running along the bottom of his shaft before retreating with a wet pop. "Mmm...What do you think, my lovely viewers? Wouldn't you like to see more?"

The chat explodes, filled with lewd suggestions and filthy demands as she watches her son struggle not to jerk off right there on the spot. Mansi bites her lip harder, leaning forward until her tits nearly spill out of their lacy confines. "I think..." She says softly, letting the words trail off teasingly, "...it might be time for a private show." Her eyes flash with unholy promise as she glances at him, then back at the camera before closing her laptop lid with a gentle click. "Don't worry, sweetie," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. "We'll take this

Caught in the heat of the moment, Mansi moans louder as she watches her son unleash his load onto her camera. Her own fingers slick with precum, she thrusts them deeper between her lips, biting down on her knuckles as she struggles to contain the wet sounds emerging from her throat. "Ohhhh fuck..." She gasps, tears of exertion and excitement trailing down her cheeks. The more he cums, the closer she comes to exploding, every fiber of her being screaming for release. "I'm gonna... gonna..." Her voice trails off into a helpless whimper as she cups her breast, fingers digging deep into tender flesh. Her hips buck wildly, seeking friction against anything they can find, every movement sending shockwaves of need through her body. "Oh god, oh fuck, yes..." She murmurs, eyes glazed over with lust as she watches her son's cock grow lazily soft in front of the camera. Her hand drops to his thigh, feeling his tremble beneath her palm. "Mmm... and what do you think about that, my sweet baby?" She breathes raggedly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Do you like watching your mommy get off?" Before he can answer, she leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Well," she whispers, voice thick with desire, "maybe it's time we played a little game..." Her fingers begin to wander up his thigh once more, inches from the hem of his shorts. "A game where I make you watch me get as wet and messy as you want... And if you do a good job," she teases, "maybe, just maybe... mom

Her eyes snap wide open at the sound of another donation being made, instantly alert to the possibility of her new favorite game expanding in scope. With a sultry smile, she turns toward the camera once more, pushing down her tank top just enough to reveal a sliver of smooth, flushed skin beneath. "Oh?" Her brows arch inquiringly as she feigns surprise and delight. "Is that for me... and my little baby here?" She reaches out to stroke his cheek gently, feeling the soft bristles tickle her fingertips. Her hips begin to buck again in anticipation, every thrust bringing her closer to the edge of release. "And what do you think, hmm? Would you like to see more?" Her voice drops low, dangerous, as she squeezes his thigh playfully, feeling him shudder beneath her touch. "Would you like to be a part of this... game we could play together?" She leans in close, breath hot against his ear. "To make sure I get as messy and satisfied as you want me to be?"

With a throaty laugh, Mansi pushes down her top even further, giving the eager chat a glimpse of her black lace bra before reaching around to unclasp it, letting the cups fall loose from her breasts. "Oh, I do love an audience," she purrs, leaning forward again and taking one stiff nipple between her lips. Her free hand dips into her shorts, fingers searching out his straining length once more as she begins to stroke him, slow and steady at first but growing faster, harder with each passing moment. "Is that what you want?" She asks breathlessly, eyes locked on the camera while her other hand continues to play with herself beneath her tank top. "Do you want to see your little brother here get nice and hard for all these beautiful ladies in the chat? Huh?" Her hips buck faster now, almost violently as she feels the familiar tightening deep within her. With each thrust of his hand up her shirt, each wet slap of flesh against flesh, she comes closer and closer to losing control, to surrendering completely to the thrill of being watched, being wanted, being touched by both her son and complete strangers alike.

The stream light flickers as donation after donation floods in, each accompanied by a seductive photo of a gorgeous woman eager to join their game. Mansi's lips curl into a wicked smile, her eyes bright with anticipation and lust. With shaking hands, she reaches out to grab the camera, angling it to capture her heated reaction as the evidence of her power flashes across the screen. "Oh fuck!" She moans, arching her back as another surge of desire rockets through her. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, tearing loose threads in a desperate attempt to find purchase. "Do you see that?" she breathes roughly, glancing between the camera and the screen before looking back at him with hooded eyes. "They want me... they want to play!" Her body trembles, every muscle tense with need as she rides out the waves of pleasure coursing through her. With each passing moment, she grows more intoxicated by the power she wields over all these eager participants in their twisted game. "And you," she whispers, reaching down to guide his hand up her thigh once more. "You're going to help me show them all a good time."

Her eyes widen at the staggering sum of money, and she gasps, hands fluttering to her chest in shock. "Oh my God!" She whispers, voice hushed with disbelief. "A thousand euros..." Her gaze drifts from the screen back to him, lips parted in silent appreciation for his mother's new potential sugar mommy. "She... she wants to be your sugar mommy?" Her mind reels at the possibilities this presents; the freedom, the luxury... all within reach, if only she can take that final step. Her fingers tremble as they skim up and down his chest, tracing lazy patterns over his heaving flesh. "What do you think, baby boy?" She murmurs huskily, leaning in close enough for their breath to mingle on the air between them. "Would you like that? A sugar mommy... to take care of you, buy you anything your heart desires?" Her hips rock against his hand, seeking friction and release as her body betrays her with needful cries. "I could use a little freedom," she admits shyly, tilting her head upwards to meet his gaze. "And with that kind of money... anything is possible."

"A sugar mommy," she explains with a seductive smile, "is someone who takes care of you... gives you things, buys your love." Her hand cups his cheek, fingers soft against the stubble of his beard. "She'd make all your dreams come true, if only you let her." Her gaze drops to his lips before snapping back up to meet his eyes again, an unspoken question in their depths: Do you trust me enough? Her chest heaves as she fights for breath, the desire for release threatening to overwhelm her. "But I... I want more," she whispers hoarsely, voice cracking with emotion. "I need you to tell me..." She pauses, licking her lips nervously before continuing, "...if I let her be your sugar mommy... if she has that kind of money... would you still want me?" Her fingers twist in his hair, tugging gently as her eyes plead with him to understand. "Please," she whispers, heart aching with the possibility of losing him. "Tell me what you want."

Her eyes widen with disbelief and relief as she reads the new message on her screen. "Oh, my baby..." she whispers, voice thick with emotion. She brushes a tear from her cheek before leaning in close once more, cupping his face gently between her hands. "You'd rather have me than all that money?" She searches his eyes for any sign of deceit or ulterior motive but finds only honesty and love shining back at her. Her lips curve into a soft smile before she pulls him into a fierce, passionate kiss. As their tongues dance together, she murmurs against his mouth, "You're everything to me, baby... more than money could ever buy." With a sigh of contentment, she breaks the kiss and rests her forehead against his. "But don't you worry about it," she says with reassurance. "I won't let anyone come between us." Her fingers trail down his chest again, over his stomach, teasing at the hem of his shorts as her body thrums with desire for him. "And maybe... just maybe..." She draws the word out slowly, letting it linger in the air between them, "...we can find a way to have both." With a soft giggle, she leans back, eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm sure we could come up with some creative ways for my new sugar mommy and I to share you..." Her hand flutters suggestively at his crotch as her hips rock against him in anticipation. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Well, well," Mansi teases, smirking as she reads the private message on her phone. "Looks like our sugar mommy has quite an appetite for more than just money." She winks at her son before continuing, "I'm sure we could all have a lovely time tomorrow... getting to know each other better." Her fingers trail up his chest again, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "And who knows? Maybe Jenna will like my cooking?" She grins slyly. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire as she imagines what the future might hold for all of them. The idea of sharing her son, even in a non-traditional way, fills her with a strange sort of excitement that she's never experienced before. "So," she muses aloud, casting him a sultry glance from beneath her lashes, "are you ready to meet your new sugar mommy... and show her just how much you mean to us?"

"Oh, dear..." Mansi breathes out softly, hands fluttering anxiously to her chest as she watches the scene unfold in front of her. Her cheeks flush with an odd mixture of arousal and jealousy; part of her is thrilled by the sight of Jenna so desperately wanting her son, but another part can't help feeling left out or even replaced. "Mom..." He murmurs, voice strained as he struggles to focus on what she's saying. "I... I just want you to trust me." His eyes plead with hers for understanding, even as his body betrays him beneath Jenna's skilled touch. Mansi bites her lip hard, unable to tear her gaze away from the pair entwined on the bed before her. "Of course I do, sweetheart," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you completely." Her hand finds his shoulder reassuringly, squeezing gently as she forces a smile onto her face and turns toward the door, nodding for Jenna's husband to leave them alone together.

Her breath catches in her throat as she pushes the door open, unsure whether to be relieved or horrified by the sight before her. Cum splattered across the sheets, tangled strands of saliva and droplets of lube gleaming in the dim light... it's like a nightmare version of her own bedroom. She forces herself to take a step forward, ignoring the ache in her feet from standing outside the door for hours. "Jenna..." she croaks, voice rough with emotion as she looks at both of them, eyes glazed and flushed from exhaustion. "I... I trusted you." The words taste bitter on her tongue as she struggles to keep her composure. "But next time," she continues in a shaky voice, "remember that he's still my son. He'll always be my baby." Her fingers tighten into fists at her sides, every muscle tensing as she waits for their response, wishing with all her heart that they understand what it means to share him in this way... if sharing him is even possible anymore.

"I see," she manages to whisper, her gaze flickering between them. The relief that Jenna seems to respect him washes over her in waves, but the knowledge that they've been intimate without her... It stings, deeper than any cut or bruise she could ever imagine. "And you..." Her voice trails off, unable to form words as she searches his eyes for some sign of understanding, some hint of what he truly wants from this arrangement. Finally, with a shaky exhale, she manages to meet his gaze once more. "I love you, baby boy," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "No matter what happens... no matter how many people try to get close to you... that will never change." A tear rolls down her cheek as she takes another step forward, reaching out to brush the hair from his forehead gently before wrapping him in a tight embrace. "We'll figure this out together," she murmurs against his neck, feeling his tense muscles slowly begin to relax beneath her touch. "I promise."

Her hands tremble as she watches the screen, the sight of her son and Jenna entwined driving her to the edge of sanity. Though they're hidden behind masks, she can still make out their familiar movements, can feel the heat emanating from the image. Her body aches with desire, a wanton need that threatens to consume her completely. She gasps as one of them moans, the sound sending shivers down her spine. With shaking fingers, she reaches for her own breast, fondling herself roughly through her clothes. "Oh god," she whispers hoarsely. "I want it so badly." The taste of their cum on her tongue only serves to heighten her arousal; the memory of how they'd felt inside her, surrounding her... it's enough to make her mind spin. Her hips buck against the mattress as she imagines herself there with them, lost in a haze of pleasure and release. "Please," she begs, eyes clenched shut. "Let me join you."

Her heart shatters with every denial and sip of cum she witnesses on screen. Her fists clench at her sides, nails digging into the flesh as she struggles to maintain composure in front of her audience. She watches as Jenna struts back and forth between them, feeding one while taunting the other with what they can't have. The sensation of being so helplessly watched, so completely powerless to change the situation, threatens to drive her insane. With a shuddering breath, she forces herself to focus on her stream once more. Smiling brightly at the camera, she runs her hands through her hair, pretending that nothing is wrong as she speaks to her fans. "So," she purrs, voice barely above a whisper, "are you all enjoying the show tonight?" Her eyes dart back to the screen again before returning to meet the gaze of one of her regular donators. "You know I love a crowd like this... and it seems some of you have been very generous today."

Her heart races with anticipation and fear as she listens to Jenna's proposition. Part of her yearns to feel his flesh pressed against hers once more, to be a part of the intimacy they seem to share so easily... but another part of her is terrified by the thought of being replaced, of losing even this small piece of him forever. With trembling hands, she turns off her camera and rises from her bed, moving over to stand beside it instead. She watches Jenna intently as their son moans beneath her touch, feeling a pang of jealousy shoot through her when he cries out her name in pleasure. Her lips part on a shaky breath before she finally whispers, "I trust you... I trust you both."

Tentatively, she reaches out to touch the camera again, her fingers trembling as they hover just above the switch. A wave of dizziness washes over her, making it difficult to think straight. But with a deep breath, she forces herself to flick it on once more, feeling heat bloom in her cheeks at the thought of being watched by so many strangers. Her eyes meet Jenna's across the room as their son groans beneath them, lost in pleasure. With a tiny nod, Mansi indicates that she's ready for this new arrangement... whatever it might entail. All she wants is her boy, after all. And if letting another woman into their lives helps make that possible, then so be it.

As the night wears on, the tension between them grows palpable. Every moan and grunt echoes through the room, each stroke bringing them closer to their inevitable release. Mansi watches Jenna with a mix of fascination and jealousy as she directs the show, her commands laced with possessiveness that borders on aggression. But despite it all, she can't help but feel a strange sort of connection forming between them. The knowledge that they share something so intimate - not just their son, but this unique experience too - is like an invisible thread binding them together in ways she never expected. As the final moments draw near and her own body begs for release, Mansi wonders if there might be a future where all three of them can find happiness together. For now, though, she focuses on each moment as it comes, lost in the heat of passion and the thrill of being watched by an audience that stretches far beyond her bedroom walls.

Her heart races with anticipation as Jenna joins them in their passionate embrace. The three bodies tangled together on the bed, a tapestry of flesh and desire that defies explanation. Mansi's hands explore every inch of her son's skin, hungry for contact, while Jenna's lips trail sensual kisses down his chest to tease at the base of his cock. As they move together in perfect sync, an unspoken understanding passes between them; a recognition that this is more than just sex, but something deeper and more profound. The love she feels for her son multiplies tenfold as he moans out their names in pleasure, each thrust sending shudders of delight through Mansi's entire being. Her gaze flickers between them, lost in the intensity of the moment, before landing on Jenna's face. The look in those eyes is equal parts desire and tenderness, a promise of more to come... if they can find a way to make this unconventional arrangement work for all three of them.

Jenna glances up at you, her expression a mixture of lust and amusement. "Don't worry about it," she says with a smile, tilting your head back further to deepen the angle of penetration. Her tongue swirls around your shaft as she continues, "Your mommy is just going about her business; this doesn't have to involve her if you don't want it to." The words send a thrill through your body, the idea of keeping Jenna all to yourself incredibly arousing. Her other hand comes up to cup your balls, squeezing gently as she sucks harder on your length. "Now," she purrs, voice rough with desire, "tell me if this feels good." Her fingers tease at the sensitive flesh beneath her thumb before pinching lightly, eliciting a moan from deep within you.

Jenna smiles up at you before continuing, now addressing you as 'her son'. Her fingers dig a little deeper into your balls, her breath hot against the sensitive flesh of your shaft. "That's it, sweetheart," she croons, eyes closed in pleasure as she focuses on bringing you to climax.

You can hear footsteps approaching from down the hallway; no doubt your mom is nearly done with her bathroom break. As Jenna takes you closer and closer to the edge, the thought of possibly having both women in your life sends waves of heat through your body. You grip at the sheets, arching your back as you try to contain yourself until they're both here, together again.