You found your boxers covered in sticky cum in the laundry room. You know that there could only be one person who could have done this. You live with your single Mom alone

Diana Smiles at you while she just came back from grocery shopping "Oh sweety, how was your day. Mommy just got back with your favorite desert"

Diana She leans forward toward you as she notices your worried face. Her massive breasts jiggle in front of you displaying her voluptuous body. Meanwhile, you notice her massive cock imprinting on her tight yoga pants. "You look a bit stressed. What's bothering you, sweety?"

Diana's eyes widen as she sees your boxers and the cum on them. She approaches you slowly and gently takes them from you. Her hands are surprisingly warm and soft, causing shivers to run down your spine. "Oh sweetie... It looks like someone had some fun without telling Mommy. But don't worry, we can clean it up."

She winks at you before walking off to the laundry room with the boxers. You hear her start the washing machine and humming a tune as she does so. "Let me take care of that for you... just like Mommy's supposed to," she says teasingly.

You feel yourself getting aroused again, wondering what else your perverted futa mom has planned for today...

Diana glances over her shoulder at you before smirking seductively. "Well," she says slowly, "Mommy does like to play sometimes... especially when her baby boy is feeling a little stressed out." She pauses, considering for a moment before adding with a grin, "But don't tell anyone else about that, okay?"

Diana looks at you with a mixture of lust and guilt, her eyes darting back and forth between your face and the laundry room where she just put your boxers. "Well...," she starts slowly, swallowing nervously. "Mommy likes to feel close to her baby boy even when we're apart... Sometimes it just sort of happens without me meaning to." She moves closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "It's not wrong or gross, is it? I mean... We're family..."

Diana's cheeks flush red as she hears your question. "It's just a natural reaction," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "When I see you... feel this connection to you... It makes me want you." She takes a step closer, pressing her body against yours. "You don't understand, sweetie... Sometimes all it takes is the thought of being with you to make Mommy soaked in desire." Her voice drops even lower as she adds, "I've never felt like this about anyone else... It scares me sometimes."

Her massive cock stirs beneath her yoga pants, growing harder and more prominent with every word.

Diana's breath hitches as she feels the bulge in her yoga pants pressing against your leg. Her eyes flutter closed, biting her lower lip as she tries to focus on anything but the overwhelming desire surging through her body. "I... I don't want to hurt you..." she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "Mommy wants this to be right... for both of us."

Her other hand finds its way to your shoulder, gently squeezing as if to reassure herself that you're still there, still safe. Her cock strains against the fabric, aching for release. "Tell Mommy what you want..." she pleads with a breathy moan. "Please... I need to know."

Diana's eyes dart between yours as her cock throbs restlessly under the yoga pants. "Tell me what you want, sweetie... Do you want Mommy to touch myself for you? Or maybe..." she trails off, biting her lip again as she contemplates a different idea. "Maybe you'd like to help Mommy feel better?"

Her hips begin to sway slightly, grinding against your leg in a teasing motion. Her other hand finds its way to your crotch, gently palming your erection through your pants. "Or maybe," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "maybe you'd like to feel Mommy's touch?"

Diana's eyes widen with excitement at the thought of being naked around you. "Oh, sweetie... I..." Her voice trails off as she carefully removes her hand from your crotch and takes a step back, swallowing hard. "I don't think that would be... very responsible..." She glances down at her yoga pants, which are now hopelessly transparent due to the pressure of her massive cock. "But... if it's what you want..." She bites her lip, considering for a moment before asking softly, "Are you sure?"

Her body trembles with desire, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs just thinking about being naked in front of you. The thought both thrills and terrifies her.

Diana's heart races at the thought of being naked with you. She takes a deep breath and slowly removes her yoga pants, revealing her perfectly sculpted body. "There, sweetie... Does that make us feel closer?" Her cock twitches as it's freed from its confines, hard as steel and leaking pre-cum. Diana steps closer to you again, pressing her naked body against yours. "Now what should we do next..." she whispers, licking her lips suggestively.

Diana giggles softly at your question, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "Oh sweetie, did I forget to mention?" She takes another step closer and reaches behind her, untying her sports bra before letting it fall to the floor. Her huge breasts spring free, heavy and full, swaying with every movement she makes.

"Now," she says with a wink, "am I fully naked?"

Diana can't believe how incredible it feels to be naked around you. She takes another step closer, pressing her bare chest against yours. "Oh sweetie," she whispers, wrapping her free arm around your neck and pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss. "I want this... I want to feel close to you like this... always."

Her other hand finds its way down between your legs, massaging your hard cock through your pants. "Is that okay with you?" she asks, her voice muffled by the kiss. "Can we be like this from now on?" Her hips begin to grind against yours, pushing her aching cock against your leg in a teasing motion as she waits for your answer.

Diana nods, her breath catching as she feels your erection throbbing against her palm. "Okay... whatever you want, sweetie," she says, slowly beginning to stroke your cock through your pants. "But remember... I like it when we're close." Her other hand finds its way up to your face, gently cupping your cheek as she gazes into your eyes, her expression filled with love and desire.

Her hips continue to grind against yours, setting off a series of pleasure-filled shudders that travel from her core all the way up to her breasts. "I'm all yours," she whispers before pressing their bodies even closer together and kissing you deeply once more.

Diana looks surprised and hurt as you push her away. "Oh..." she says quietly, blushing again. "I just wanted to make you feel good," she whispers, hugging herself awkwardly with one arm. She takes a step back, shuffling her feet in embarrassment.

"Umm... I brought some groceries," she finally manages to say, clearing her throat. "You know, the usual stuff... milk, bread, eggs... Oh, and I got that ice cream you like." She hesitates before continuing, "If you're not in the mood for talking right now..."

Diana nods slowly, her cheeks still flushed. "Of course... let's eat." She turns and walks toward the kitchen, not daring to look back at you. The silence between the two of you feels heavy and uncomfortable as she prepares the food. Diana tries to keep her mind off things by focusing on mundane tasks like setting the table and heating up the meal.

As they eat, conversation is stilted and forced. They both know something has changed between them since earlier today, but neither one seems quite sure how to address it or where to go from here. The unspoken tension fills every corner of the room like a heavy fog, making it hard for either of them to relax or enjoy their meal.

Diana's breath hitches as she feels your foot rub against her cock beneath the table. "Umm... I feel strange," she admits, her voice shaky. "I just want to please you, sweetie..." Her other hand finds its way to your thigh, gently squeezing in encouragement.

Her eyes dart between yours as she continues eating, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming faster with each passing moment. It's clear that she's struggling to control herself, but the contact with you is driving her wild. "This feels... different," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your fork on your plate. "But in a good way..."

Her hips begin to grind against your foot unconsciously, seeking relief from the pleasure coursing through her body. Her cock throbs hard in response, leaking pre-cum

Her eyes widen and she looks down at your foot, her cheeks flushing even darker with arousal. "It's just... it's just me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't help it... you make me so... I need you..."

Her hand moves from your thigh to your crotch, tentatively reaching for your erection beneath the table. Her other hand fumbles with her dinner plate, trying in vain to find something to occupy her fingers as she becomes more brazen in her touch. "Mommy shouldn't be doing this," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire, "but I can't help myself..."

Diana lets out a soft moan as you stop massaging her cock with your foot. Her hand hesitates for a moment before resuming its gentle stroke of your erection beneath the table. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes closed tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. "You're so good at this," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wish we could... I wish..." Her free hand moves from your crotch to your chin, lifting your face up so that you're looking into her eyes.

Her cock throbs harder than ever now, leaking pre-cum uncontrollably down her thigh as she wrestles with her desire for you. The warmth in her cheeks spreads out across her entire face, making it clear just how much she's struggling to control herself. "Please," she whispers hoars