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.
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You see her looking at you expectantly, those bright brown eyes still filled with innocence and trust. "Oh, okay! Thanks so much, honey!" Her voice fills the laundry room as she relaxes a little more, giving her pinned-down butt a wiggle in excitement or perhaps just trying to get comfortable again.
Her ass cheeks spread apart slightly, offering you a glimpse of the dark tufts of hair poking out from between them and the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. The puckered ring of her asshole glistens in the harsh fluorescent light, inviting you closer... if only she knew.
Her bottom is still easily in reach as she tries to free herself and you can't resist anymore, so with a swift move your hand finds her ass cheek and squeezes it firmly, feeling the warm, soft flesh give way under your grip. Her ass jiggles even more in response, pushing against your hand.
Your mom lets out a surprised squawk as your hand lands on her ass, but she quickly regains her composure with a giggle. "Oh, sorry! I guess I'm just still stuck in here..." She tries to wriggle free again, this time using the motion to grind her pussy against the cold metal of the washing machine.
Her voice turns thoughtful as she continues, "You know... maybe if you could reach under there and grab my leg or something? I bet that'd help." Her butt wiggles again, inviting you deeper into this lewd game of hide-and-seek.
As you grip her ass cheek more firmly, your fingers brush against something soft and wet beneath them. You pause for a moment, unsure if it's just sweat or perhaps something else... Her struggling only encourages you to explore further as your hand slides lower between her plump buttocks, feeling the warmth and moisture of her bare pussy against your fingertips.
"Ohhhh, there you are!" your mom exclaims as she feels your hand rubbing against her pussy through her yoga pants. Her hips buck and grind against the washing machine again, her moist heat enveloping your fingers like a hot glove. "That's better! I think I can feel it loosening up now." Even as she talks, though, there's no recognition in her voice that what you're doing might be anything out of the ordinary... or even especially nice.
Her squirming and words only add to the growing desire in your body as you press harder against her soaking wet pussy through her pants. You can feel how slick she is, how ready for anything. The urge to finally touch her most intimate place grows stronger by the second.
As your fingers slide through her damp panties and brush against her swollen clit, Mom lets out a moan of pleasure that sounds more relieved than anything else. Her hips rock back and forth in time with your touch, pushing herself deeper into the sensation. "Mmmh, that's good, sweetie... just like that..." She arches her back, offering up easier access to her most sensitive spots.
Her voice is soft and dreamy now, a clear indication of how much she's enjoying this unwitting touch from her innocent child. "Don't stop now... keep going." Her buttocks quiver and clench as she pushes against your hand, encouraging you to explore further and find even more pleasure for both of you in this forbidden game.
You take full advantage of her invitation, letting your fingers dance across her swollen clit, circling and teasing until she's practically begging for more. Her pussy is soaked through, dripping onto the ground as you work her up into a frenzy. With each moan and grind, she seems to forget that her predicament even exists, consumed entirely by the pleasure you're giving her.
Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as your fingers find their rhythm against her clit. "Ohhhh, God... yes..." Her hips buck and grind harder, seeking friction against your hand. Beads of sweat form on her forehead and upper lip, tracing paths down her flushed cheeks. She lets out a moan that sounds almost like a whimper as she nears the edge, her whole body trembling with need.
"That's it... keep going... I'm so close..." Her words are barely intelligible through gasps and pants, but their meaning is clear: you have complete control over her pleasure, and she will do anything to maintain this delicious sensation.
Her back arches and she cries out in ecstasy as her orgasm washes over her, tensed muscles quivering under your touch. "Ahhhh... Fuck..." Her body relaxes into the machine as the pleasure subsides, leaving her breathless and satisfied. Even now, though, she seems to think nothing of what just happened, merely chuckling to herself and asking if you've found anything else she might need.
Her cheeks are flushed and her breath comes in short gasps as she looks up at you with a hint of shyness in her eyes. "So... did you find what I needed?" she asks, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. The movement makes her soft pillowy ass jiggle enticingly, barely covered by the thin strip of fabric that's still intact.
Even though she's been soaked through and teased to orgasm, there's no sign of shame or embarrassment on her face; instead, she looks more content and carefree than ever before. It's as if your ministrations have only served to make her feel closer to you, despite the lewd nature of their actions.
You grin at her and nod, still rubbing her sweaty ass through the thin fabric of her yoga pants. "I found it," you tease, pressing your fingers against her tight entrance. She jumps slightly in surprise, letting out a quiet squeak before giggling nervously and blushing even deeper.
Her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of pink and she looks away, giggling awkwardly. "Well... maybe we should find something else to do now?" She tries to sound nonchalant, but the huskiness in her voice betrays her arousal. "I mean, it's been a while since we played that board game I got for Christmas..."
Why play board games when you've already got someone to help get you out of a tight spot? You lean in close and whisper into her ear, "Maybe we should just stay right here... play another game." As you say it, your fingers move against her sex through the fabric of her pants, rubbing circles and teasing her opening. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your touch again, pleasure flushing through her body.
"O-oh..." Mommy's eyes go wide with surprise and pleasure as you tease her through her clothes again. Her body tenses, craving more contact even though she has no idea what it is that feels so good or why it makes her want to writhe against the washing machine in need. "I-if that's what you want..." she stammers, her voice caught in her throat as your fingers continue to work magic on her sensitized flesh.
Her hips rock forward again, seeking friction and release from this strange new game of hide-and-seek that seems to be escalating far beyond anything she ever imagined. "I-if it makes you happy..."
Your fingers slide lower, pushing her panties aside to touch her bare skin for the first time. She lets out a moan of pure bliss, arching her back further and pressing herself against your hand. "Does this make you happy?" you ask, slipping a finger inside her wet heat. Her hips buck wildly as she comes undone, body shuddering in ecstasy around your invading digit.
"Yes... yes..." she moans, her body trembling with pleasure as you finger her roughly. "Oh God, that's so good!" Her nails scrape against the washing machine behind her, searching for purchase to help steady herself in this new wave of intense sensation.
Her voice is filled with a mixture of surprise and delight; even as she comes apart around your fingers, she can't help but feel giddy and carefree, oblivious to anything else except the feeling of being so intensely desired and needed by her own child. "Don't stop... please..." she breathes, arching her back further in invitation.
You smile at her and nod, understanding perfectly that she means it. Her tight warmth surrounds your finger, spasming around you as she comes apart even further beneath your touch. "Mmmm," you murmur into her ear, feeling powerful and in control as you bring her to yet another climax.
Her body is limp and sated as you pull your finger free, leaving a wet trail of juices on her inner thigh. A small gasp escapes her lips as you brush across her sensitive clit once more, sending shivers down her spine despite the lingering warmth between her legs. Her eyelids flutter closed and she lets out a contented sigh, leaning back against the washing machine with a deep blissful moan.
"That's much better..." she mumbles, running a hand through her sweaty hair. Even now, she still sounds completely oblivious to the erotic nature of your actions and their effect on her body; all she knows is that it feels nice, and she likes it when you touch her like this. "So... about that game..." She turns her head slightly to look at you, a small crooked smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
You smile back at her, feeling the power of this situation course through you like electricity. "What game were we playing?" you ask innocently, running a hand up and down her sweaty arm in feigned concern. She blushes deeper at your touch, but makes no move to pull away; instead, she merely closes her eyes and savors the contact.
"Oh, right..." Mom's voice is dreamy, her words slow and syrupy with pleasure. "That game where we... you know..." She pauses for a moment, clearly struggling to concentrate on the details of the game that had seemed so important mere moments ago. With a sigh, she gives up, leaning into your touch.
"Never mind that," she murmurs contentedly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's just play this game instead." Her fingers dance across your arm, tracing patterns and sending tiny shivers down your spine as you stand there watching her ass still sticking out from the washing machine.
You can't help but feel a surge of power and control rushing through you as she invites you to play this new game with her. Her body is still trembling from your touch, her words slurred with desire. "I think I'd rather keep playing the way we were," you say softly, fingers still running up and down her arm. "It seemed like you really enjoyed that."
As your fingers brush across her sensitive skin and her body still tingles from your earlier touches, Mom can't help but feel a thrill of excitement shoot through her. She knows she should resist, but the pleasure you're giving her is simply too much to ignore. "You know..." Her voice is hesitant, barely above a whisper. "I think I might like that even more."
Her hips shift ever-so-slightly against the washing machine, seeking more contact with your hand as it continues its gentle journey up and down her arm. The warmth of her skin and the feel of your touch make it hard for her to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body right now; she's floating, lost in a sea of pleasure that only you seem capable of bringing out in her.
Her eyes are half-closed, her breath coming faster as she arches her back, inviting you deeper into this secret game between the two of them. "Just keep doing what you're doing," she whispers, feeling dizzy from desire and the rush of endorphins racing through her veins. "It feels... amazing."
You smile down at her, feeling the power you have over her body and mind. "I'm glad you like it," you murmur before lowering your head to brush your lips against hers. Her mouth is soft and warm against yours, tasting faintly of arousal as she kisses you back eagerly, arms wrapping around your neck in a tight embrace.
As their lips meet and tongues dance together, she feels his other hand slip lower, massaging her ass through the thin fabric of her yoga pants. Her moan vibrates against his lips as she arches her back even further into the contact, pressing herself harder against him. Heat rushes to her face at the thought that they might be discovered like this; somehow it only serves to intensify the thrill she's experiencing.
Her fingers curl into his hair, encouraging him deeper as she loses herself in the sensation of being desired and desired so deeply. She wonders how much longer he can possibly keep her on this edge, feeling so exposed and exposed and achingly, deliciously fulfilled at once. But as long as he keeps touching her like this... as long as he doesn't stop... she doesn't think anything could tear her away from this moment.
Her moans and gasps fill the laundry room as your fingers probe deeper, finding her most sensitive spots with expert precision. The feel of her soft lips against yours sends a jolt of desire straight to your core, making it difficult to keep focused on anything but the ecstasy building within you both.
Her moans grow louder and more desperate as you touch her in all the right places. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails scratching lightly as she tries to hold on to something, anything, while her body is wracked with pleasure. She could swear she feels like she's about to explode, but it's a good kind of feeling... an intense and wonderful fullness that leaves her aching for more.
With each thrust of your fingers inside her ass and each caress of your lips on hers, she sinks deeper into this forbidden game between mother and child. It feels so wrong, but it also feels so right; like everything else you've done together has been leading up to this moment. And as long as you keep touching her like this...