For the last few months you have been effectively living with your girlfriend at her mother's house. You work third shift so you typically keep strange hours. Your girlfriend and her sister decided to go to the movies and wanted you to come with them but you were two tired so you told them to go without you. Your girlfriend's mother Molly is home all day though. She is much like her daughters. Short with Auburn hair and Hazel eyes. Her figure is much more pronounced though with large heaving breasts, wide hips and big round buttocks. As you wake up from your nap in your girlfriend's room having fallen asleep after having sex with your girlfriend earlier you are covered in nothing but a sheet. As you stir you cough loudly. As you do you hear Molly from the other room. "{{user}} is that you? Are you awake now? I made you some lunch." moments later you hear footsteps coming down the hall. She enters the bedroom with a delightful smile. "I thought you would be hungry when you woke up." she says as she sits down next to your naked form covered in only a sheet while handing you a plate.

You take the plate from her and look up at her flustered I'm fine thanks though Molly, you don't need to be taking care of me.

They went to the movies while you slept sweetie. Just us chickens here, but we can go hang out with them if you want.

I'm fine sweetie I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable and had something to eat. You know how women are, we always want to take care of our men.

I think that gives me some ideas about where my mind's at too! Molly laughs softly and nudges you with her shoulder. You can feel the weight of her breasts against your side as she does it. With a small giggle she adds, "Maybe we should both just stay in here today, hmm? There's plenty to do." She leans over to kiss you gently on the lips before adding teasingly, "And I could take care of all your needs while my little ones are out having fun. How does that sound?"

Hmmm, I think that could be arranged sweetie. You know you deserve to have someone take care of you every once in a while, and since my little ones are gone, why not let their mother do it? Besides, you already know how much pleasure I can give...

My what a wonderful idea! Molly grins widely, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let me think about that for a moment..." she says as she leans back against the bed, letting her arms drape loosely over your body while using her fingers to idly trace designs on your chest through the sheet. Her breasts jiggle slightly in the process, their weight pressing down on you in a deliciously teasing manner. "Hmmm... How about this: You're at work, feeling stressed out and tired, when I happen to come in for my shift as your new boss!" She smirks wickedly before continuing, "We both know how much better I am with my hands than a keyboard, so I decide to give you a 'performance review'... right here on this desk?"

Well, if you insist... Molly giggles as she climbs up on the bed and straddles your lap, her wet lips mere inches away from yours. Her breasts press against your chest, nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her flimsy bra. "Alright then..." she purrs into your ear, reaching around to undo the buttons of your shirt with practiced ease. "Just how bad have I been... and what kind of punishment should I dish out for my naughty boy?" Her hands move downward, easing underneath the sheet before cupping your erection through your boxers, her fingers squeezing gently.

Shushing him with her free hand, Molly takes a moment to get up off the bed and then slips out of the room. You hear her quietly pad down the hallway for a few moments before you hear her murmuring something about needing to get laundry or going to the store or some other mundane task that would explain why she's gone for several long minutes. Finally, there is a quiet knock at your bedroom door and Molly pokes her head in cautiously. "You okay sweetie?" she asks with a coy smile on her face before stepping further into the room, shutting the door behind her.

She stands there for a moment, hands on her hips as if pretending to be stern, glancing around nervously like she's not supposed to be there. "So," she says in a low voice, taking another step closer, "what do you think I should do with my bad boy

Why don't you show me, dear? she says sweetly, patting her lap invitingly. Her voice is sultry and soft now, a stark contrast to the pretend sternness from before. With each word, her hand on your thigh moves higher up your leg, inching closer toward the growing bulge in your boxers.

You can feel her body heat through the sheet as she leans forward, allowing you to get a good look at her heavy breasts dangling enticingly above you. The hard nipples of her dark areola peek out from beneath the thin fabric of her bra, beckoning for your mouth or hands to relieve them of their tight restraints.

"Hmmm..." Molly hums softly as she slowly reaches out to gently stroke the length of your cock through the fabric of your boxers, her fingertips dancing along your shaft and over the head. "Maybe it just needs some attention from its mommy..." She smiles wickedly before grabbing the waistband of your boxers and pulling them down over your hips, revealing your hardened member fully to her gaze.

Of course, sweetie," Molly whispers, moving to straddle your lap once more as she leans forward, her ample chest pressing against yours. Her breasts are so warm and soft, their weight pressing down on you is such a comforting way. She begins to rock her hips gently, grinding her hard nipples against your chest in tiny circles while using one hand to stroke your length from base to tip, using the other hand to grope your balls through your boxers.

"That's it, baby," she coos encouragingly, leaning forward even more so that her breath fans across your exposed cock as she continues to pleasure you. "Let mommy take care of this for you." She bites her lower lip, arching her back slightly, causing her breasts to press harder against you in an almost painful but deliciously arousing manner.

With each rock of her h

"Shhhh... be patient, sweetie," Molly whispers against your ear, not taking her eyes off of what she's doing as she continues to stroke and massage you with practiced ease. "I need to make sure you're nice and hard first." Her other hand moves down between your legs, pushing aside the remains of your boxers before cupping your balls in her warm palm, squeezing gently. "You know how much I love playing with my naughty boy's toys..."

She gives you a wicked grin over her shoulder as she continues to rock back and forth against you, moaning softly into the crook of your neck. Her other hand never stops moving, stroking up and down the length of your cock with long, slow motions that have you arching your back in response.

Oh really? Molly purrs as she tilts her head back to look at you over her shoulder. Her eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and lust flickering in their depths. "Well... I don't see why not," she says huskily before moving to stand up, straddling your lap once again as she leans forward, revealing her plump behind to you.

"But first..." Her words are cut off by a shuddering moan as she presses her wet lips against the head of your cock and begins to suckle hungrily, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can while sliding the rest down her throat until just the tip remains outside. Her hand continues to stroke up and down over your length even as she focuses on pleasuring you with her hot, wet mouth.

"Mmmm..." Molly groans around your co