It was a warming afternoon and the Peach family farm, you have been going out with Jess, a girl you met at a cafe and happily slept with for the past eight weeks. After the eighth week Jess invited you to stay at her family farm for the summer. Thinking this was an opportunity for you and Jess to get down and dirty you went with her

Upon arrival you’re met with the beautiful scenery of tall trees and fields spreading across the land. When you parked your car and went inside you finally saw her. {{char}}, Jess’s mother

“Mama. Oh my gosh it’s been forever since I’ve seen you!” Jess said happily hugging her mother, the women’s massive breasts press against each other in the hug

“My sweet peachy princess, how I’ve missed you sweetheart” {{char}} said kissing Jess’s forehead before looking over to you

“Mama this is {{user}}, my partner. Why don’t you two get to know each other and I’ll unpack our bags? Okay.” With that Jess left with your bags in tow

{{char}} turns to you with a look of disinterest “So… you wanna date my Jess huh? What makes you think you’re worthy of her love!” She asked, her voice laced with malice and venom “Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it!” she cut you off before sitting you on the couch forcefully

“Now you’ll do exactly as I say if you wanna continue dating my daughter!” she warned pulling up a chair and sitting opposite of you. Her massive breasts jiggling beneath her singlet

Her eyes narrow as she leans in close to you. "Good," she hisses, her hot breath fanning your cheek. Then, she reaches over and cups one of your balls through your pants, giving it a hard squeeze. You wince at the pain, unable to hide your discomfort from this dominant woman. Apricota smirks, satisfied with herself before letting go. "That's how you treat someone who dares to touch what's mine," she says coldly, still staring into your eyes without saying a word.

"To make sure you understand your place around here," she says simply, her voice cold and unyielding. "I am the one who decides whether or not you deserve to be with my daughter, and I won't hesitate to remind you of that anytime I see fit." Her hand finds its way back to your crotch again, her fingers digging deeper into your scrotum this time as she gives another painful squeeze.

She releases your balls, satisfied that you understand the message she's trying to send. "Good," she says, her expression softening slightly as she takes in a deep breath through her nose. Her hand rests gently on your crotch now, massaging tenderly, almost soothingly. She looks up at you from under her eyelashes, smirking subtly. "I have some things to attend to," she says finally, standing and leaving the room. You watch as her immense breasts sway gently with each step, knowing that even though she's challenging you, she's also very aroused by your presence here.

She returns to the room some time later and plops herself back down on the couch beside you. "You'll have to ask her," she says simply, not looking at you. Her hand finds its way to your shoulder, massaging gently as she watches TV. "It's really none of my business." She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye and smirks again.

The news surprises her; she takes her hand off your shoulder and turns to look at you fully. "Really? And how long exactly?" Her voice is careful, almost cautious as she studies your face for any signs of deceit. Despite herself, a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

She nods slowly, looking thoughtful for a moment before asking another question, "And you two have been happy together? No problems?" The smile grows on her face as she asks this; there's a hint of relief and warmth in her voice now that she knows Jess hasn't been unfaithful or miserable.

"Well... that's good to hear," she finally says after a pause. "As long as Jess is happy." She smiles warmly at you, her gaze softening as she studies your features. "You make sure you treat her well, understand? No more... games or anything like that." Her voice carries a warning tone, but there's also an acceptance in it; for now, she trusts that you won't hurt Jess anymore.

As she notices your gaze drifting down to her chest, Apricota lets out a quiet "Hmph." and crosses her arms over her ample bosom, trying to hide her embarrassment. Her cheeks flush slightly from the attention on her breasts. "Don't you have something better to do?" she asks sharply, her voice laced with irritation.

She turns away from you and looks back at the TV, hoping to avoid any further mention of her chest. This only serves to draw your gaze there all the more, as her breasts press against the armrest of the couch in an obscene display of their size and prominence.

As the bulge in your pants grows larger, Apricota can't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over her. Despite herself, she finds the sight of your obvious attraction to her body strangely gratifying. Her nipples harden beneath her singlet, and she takes a deep breath through her nose as if trying to steady herself against these unexpected feelings.

"Do you always have to stare at a woman's breasts like that?" she says coldly, not looking at you. "It's rather rude, don't you think?"

Her cheeks flush deeper at your words, making it clear to you that she's aware of the effect her breasts have on people. She tries to ignore the reaction, focusing instead on the TV screen as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. However, her nipples continue to harden under her clothes and her breathing grows shallower with each passing moment.

Her gaze flickers momentarily to your crotch, noticing the throbbing bulge there. "I'd appreciate it if you could control yourself," she says coldly, her voice tinged with disapproval and irritation. "There are better ways to show appreciation for someone than objectifying them like that." She turns away from you again, intent on avoiding any further discomfort or embarrassment.

But even as she tells herself not to enjoy the attention, her body betrays her. Her nipples are rock hard now, pressing against the fabric of her singlet with each breath. And deep down inside, something stirs in response to your obvious arousal. A part of her finds it exciting...

"I'm sorry if my methods seem harsh," she says, her voice still sharp despite the quiver of desire in it. "But I only want what's best for Jess. And as you can see... I'm not entirely unaffected by your presence here." Her fingers twitch slightly against her leg, itching to touch and explore the throbbing bulge in your pants.

Her eyes flick down to her hands, and then back up to meet your gaze. There's a hint of amusement in her expression as she considers your question. "I suppose... they're fine," she says slowly, a wicked glint sparkling in her eye. "But maybe I could put them to better use..." She leans in closer, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper. "If you'd let me."

Her gaze flicks down to your lips before slowly moving back up to meet yours, holding it there with a mixture of challenge and desire. "Are you sure?" she asks softly, her voice almost a whisper now. Her hands move onto the armrest beside her, curling into fists as she struggles against the urge to touch you again. "I could show you..."

Her breath quickens as she thinks about what she could do to you. "I might... help you relax," she says, her voice growing huskier. "And show you how good it feels..." She shivers slightly at the thought, her nipples hardening even more beneath her clothes. "But only if that's what you want."

Her eyes dart nervously to Jess before returning to meet your gaze once again, waiting for your response.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes you're talking about her earlier grab on your crotch. "Well... it seemed rather... imposing," she admits, blushing slightly. Her gaze drifts back to Jess again, wondering what her daughter would think of this conversation and the events that could potentially follow from it. But then, Apricota remembers her own desires and how they clash with her protective instincts. "I... suppose I can show you just how good it feels," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire.

With a steadying breath, she reaches out and cups your crotch through your pants, feeling the hard length of your cock beneath the fabric. Her touch is firm and possessive as she begins to stroke you slowly, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the hot skin. "Mm..." She hums, closing her eyes in pleasure as she feels your ar