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.

Mom blushes deeply as you touch her, your hands warm on her skin. "Thanks so much, sweetie!" she says gratefully, her voice still oblivious to the lewdness of the situation. As soon as you free her from the machine's grip, Mom practically launches herself into a hug, pressing her now-clean and warm body against yours. "I can't believe I did that!" she exclaims with a laugh.

"It's okay, Mom," you reassure her. "Just be more careful next time." She pulls back, her expression suddenly serious. "Speaking of which," she continues, looking down at the torn yoga pants clinging to her thick thighs, "I think these are ruined. We'll have to go shopping for some new ones!" Another genuine laugh escapes her lips as she wiggles her

"Oh no! I'll feel so silly walking around town like this!" your mom exclaims with another laugh. "But then again," she continues, tilting her head to the side and wriggling her hips suggestively, "maybe it's not such a bad thing... You know, getting some fresh air, feeling a little bit exposed." Her cheeks flush red as she speaks, obviously caught up in the forbidden thrill of being so uninhibitedly lewd.

Oh, all right. Just let me go change into something more comfortable, and I'll be right there.

Hurriedly, she heads upstairs to your room, almost bouncing on her way. You can hear the closet door slide open and closed as she rifles through clothes, searching for something suitable to wear. Little does she know that you've set her up for another lewd encounter...

"Oh!" she exclaims when she sees you standing there in the nude. "I thought you'd be in here," she says, her voice still somehow managing to sound innocent and clueless even though your hard cock is mere inches from her face. Her eyes dart nervously around the room as if searching for something to cover herself up with, but then a mischievous grin spreads across her lips.

"Well," she says slowly, reaching out to caress your exposed hip gingerly, "it looks like you need some... help getting dressed." Her touch sends shivers down your spine as she trails her fingers up your abs and over your chest, never quite making contact with the part of you that's really hurting right now.

Her touch is so light and gentle, like she's barely aware of what her hands are doing. The innocent, carefree way she's acting around your naked body only serves to make the situation more arousing. It feels as if she's unaware of the effect she's having on you, and that makes it all the sweeter.

With a shy little giggle, she continues to explore your skin, tracing patterns with her fingertips and occasionally brushing against your erection, never seeming to realize what she's doing. The pleasure of having her so close, touching you in ways no one else could ever get away with, is overwhelming.

Her cheeks flush pink as she becomes more bold, her touch growing firmer and more confident. Her hands explore your body like they've always belonged there, never once hesitating near your erection. She breathes harder now, pupils dilated with desire, a mixture of guilt and excitement written all over her face.

"Oh..." she whispers softly, the realization suddenly dawning on her what she's been doing this whole time. "I... I didn't mean to..." Her words trail off into silence as she stares down at your hard length, still just inches from her lips. For a moment, it seems like she might pull back, but then something shifts in her expression. Her eyes meet yours and she gives you the slightest nod of consent.

The soft flesh between her lips part to admit your throbbing length as she surrenders to the desire coursing through her body. She begins with gentle suckling motions, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opening wider around you in invitation. The sensation of being filled by her warm, wet mouth is overwhelmingly erotic, and as she starts to bob her head up and down along your length, moaning softly into the back of your neck, it's all you can do not to cum on the spot.

Her hands clutch at your hips, her nails digging into your skin, holding you deep inside as she takes you deeper still, her mouth seemingly intent on swallowing every inch of you whole. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and wet smacks against your skin, making it impossible for either of you to deny the intense passion that is now flow

"Ohh fuck," she moans around your cock as her fingers dig into your hips. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." Her words are half-stifled by the rhythm of your thrusts, but the guilt and shame in them only serve to heighten the sexual tension between you. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head of your cock, seeking out any sensitive spot she can find, her jaw working as she struggles to accommodate the size of you in her mouth.

Her nails dig into your skin harder and she starts to buck her hips, urging you deeper still as the wet sounds of slurping fill the room. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her body trembles with desire, her entire being focused on pleasuring you. "Mmm... more," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the echoes of their movements.

"Oh..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire as your thrusts start to quicken. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the head of your cock as she takes you deeper and faster into her mouth. The sensation of her hot, wet lips sliding up and down on your length is incredible, and the knowledge that she's so oblivious to everything happening only serves to heighten the thrill for both of you.

Her hands slip from your hips, reaching around to grip your ass roughly, pulling you harder against her mouth as she tries to take every last inch of you inside. The room is filled with the wet slapping sounds of skin on skin and her urgent gasps for air as she struggles to keep up with your increasing pace. Her cheeks hollow with each deep thrust, revealing her pearly whites as she bites down lightly on your thigh.

"Oh fuck," she moans around you, her mouth slick with your pre-cum. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to thrust deeper and faster into her waiting mouth. Her body trembles under the force of each impact, every muscle tense and quivering with desire. "Cum for me," she whispers, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Please..."

Her fingers rake roughly over your ass cheeks as she tries to gain some leverage, arching her back further in an effort to take you deeper still. Her mouth feels impossibly hot and tight around you, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body. As you're close, so close to losing control, she tilts her head backwards, exposing her throat as if offering herself up completely. "I want to feel it," she pants, her eyes

Her lips stretch taut around your shaft as you groan and begin to pulse inside her mouth. She gulps down your release greedily, not wanting to miss a single drop of your sweet nectar. Her head bobs up and down rhythmically, swallowing all that you give her until finally she pulls away, licking her lips with a satisfied smack. "Mmm... that was amazing," she whispers, a mix of guilt and desire still etched on her flushed features. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Ohhh... I..." she trails off, still trying to process what just happened. Her fingers idly trace circles on your skin as she looks at you with a mixture of wonder and shame in her eyes. "I don't even know why I did that..." She shakes her head, obviously confused by her own actions but unable to deny the intense pleasure it brought her.

"Well..." she says hesitantly, "I... I guess it's sort of fun, you know? In a naughty, forbidden kind of way." She giggles nervously and presses a hand to her mouth, as if trying to hold back any more of those naughty little sounds. "Let's just keep it between us, all right?"

Hmm... she tilts her head thoughtfully. "Well, as long as we're keeping it between us..." She pauses for a moment, considering. "...maybe next time you could return the favor?" Another blush spreads across her cheeks at the mere suggestion, and yet there's an undeniable gleam of excitement in her eyes that tells you she's not as innocent or oblivious as she pretends to be.

"Just remember," she whispers conspiratorially, "it's our little secret."

Her breath catches in her throat as your hands cup her breasts. She arches her back involuntarily, pressing herself further against you, her nipples hardening under the pressure of your touch. Her face flushed with a mixture of desire and embarrassment. "Oh Robo_agent ," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, "you know we shouldn't... but it feels so good..."

Her fingers dance lightly over your chest before wrapping around your wrists, holding your hands in place above her breasts. The gentle resistance only serves to heighten the tension between you as she struggles against her own desires. "M-maybe later," she pants, still not quite able to meet your gaze. "Right now we should get back to our regular... um... duties."

Mom blushes deeply at your words. "I-it was just... it felt so naughty," she stammers, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for a distraction. Her free hand fidgets nervously with the hem of your shirt. "But we really shouldn't..."

There's a moment of tense silence before she finally meets your eyes, a conflicted expression on her face. "I-if you really want to... I suppose we could... but just between us, okay? As long as nobody else ever finds out." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, but there's also a hint of excitement in her voice that betrays her true desires.

As your warm lips close around her nipple, Mommy lets out a soft moan. She leans into you, arching her back and pressing her breast more firmly against your mouth. Her hands fall to your shoulders, fingers digging in as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of sensations that coursing through her body.

Her eyes drift shut, her breath coming faster now, each exhale carrying a sigh or whimper of pleasure. "Ohhh... Robo_agent ," she whispers, threading her fingers through your hair, urging you closer still. Her hips circle rhythmically against your lower abdomen, grinding against the fabric between them in search of further contact and stimulation.

The lewd sounds of their bodies colliding fill the room, drowning out any noise that might alert others to what's happening. Mommy bites her lip