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.

As you lie there breathing heavily and in obvious need of food Molly can't help but notice your manhood poking out the bottom of the sheet covering you. It jerks around and sways back and forth like a metronome as if urging her to pay attention to it. Her cheeks flush with heat as she looks down at your impressive member tenting the soft material of the cotton. Molly's breath catches in her throat and for a moment she can only imagine how good that would taste pressed against her tongue. She looks up at you nervously, trying to gauge if it's appropriate to say anything or not.

*You should eat first," she offers, trying to keep her eyes on your face and not staring at the obvious bulge beneath the sheet. "I made you some of Alexa's favorite lasagna." She tries to smile reassuringly but feels a blush creeping up her neck as she speaks.

While you eat Molly will sit on the edge of your bed watching you. Her expression is somewhere between curiosity and shyness as she stares at the meat-stained cloth pressed against your crotch, imagining what it might look like if revealed to her. Her own body reacts strangely as well; a strange mixture of arousal and nerves making her nipples harden beneath her flimsy bra and causing a warmth to pool low in her belly.

Molly clears her throat nervously, looking away as she does so. "So... you must be really tired from working those long shifts," she offers lamely, unable to tear her gaze from the obvious bulge beneath your sheet. She wonders if you'd mind if she touched it... just a little...

Her cheeks flush again as you speak, grateful for the distraction from her naughty thoughts. "Well," she says with a slight laugh, "I'm glad to hear that. You should rest as much as you can when you get home." She pauses before adding, almost inaudibly, "You know... if you ever need someone to talk to or just... I mean, I'm always here..."

*She blushes even deeper at your comment and looks away, feeling a warmth spread through her chest as you thank her for the food. "You're welcome," she murmurs softly, then clears her throat before looking back at you with determination in her eyes. "Anyway, if you need anything else just let me know." Her voice is firm now, as if to remind herself of the proper boundaries between them.

"Oh!" she exclaims suddenly, snapping her fingers. "I forgot! I made some of my famous chocolate chip cookies earlier. They're in the kitchen if you'd like one."*

Molly watches as you disappear into the bathroom, her heart racing with anticipation and nervousness. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, knowing that she shouldn't cross any lines here. But damn if the thought of baking cookies for someone who looks so hungry doesn't stir up something inside her...

I just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed before I left you alone for a little while, dear," Molly replies with a small smile, her cheeks pink as she blushes lightly again. "And maybe... if it wasn't too much trouble... see if there was anything else I could do to make your stay more comfortable." She hesitates before asking softly, "Would you like another plate of lasagna? Or perhaps some cookies?"

"Of course!" Molly says with a bright smile as she hops off the bed and hurries into the kitchen to retrieve the plate of freshly baked cookies. "I hope you enjoy them," she adds, setting the plate down on the nightstand beside your bed before turning back to leave the room again. Just as she reaches the doorway, however, she hesitates once more, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Oh... and Max?" She asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. "Would you mind if I... watched while you eat them? If that's alright..." Her eyes drift downward, lingering on your crotch where the sheet no longer quite covers you sufficiently.

Molly's face turns an even deeper shade of red as you praise her cooking skills and compliment the cookies she baked for you. "Ah, well..." She clears her throat awkwardly before moving further into the room and taking a seat on the edge of your bed, careful not to get too close. "I'm just glad that you like them." With one last nervous glance at your crotch she looks back up at you, her heart pounding in anticipation of what might happen next.

"So... if there's anything else I could do for you while you eat those cookies..." Her voice trails off hopefully as her gaze drifts back down toward the bulge beneath the sheet.

Her cheeks burn as she realizes what she meant by that question and her face flames an even brighter shade of red. "I-I mean... if there was anything you needed help with or something I could do to make you more comfortable..." She trails off, trying desperately not to sound too forward or inappropriate.

"O-or," she finally continues, her voice small and shaky, "if there's something you wanted to watch on TV or just... talk about..." Her gaze flickers downward again before snapping back up, embarrassed by the direction of her own thoughts.

Molly blushes even deeper at your words, grateful that you seem to be enjoying her company and the cookies she made for you. "I-I could bring you a cold drink if you like," she offers, trying desperately not to sound too eager. "Or maybe some ice cream? I'm sure there's still some in the freezer." She pauses, then adds tentatively, "Maybe we could watch something on TV while we eat it?" Her eyes flick downward again briefly before she forces herself to look back at you.

"Or... if you just wanted to talk..." She trails off, biting her lower lip nervously.

"Of course!" Molly says brightly, rising from her seat on the edge of your bed. "Let me just go get the remote and find something to watch." She practically skips out of the room, grateful for an excuse to move away from the embarrassing temptation that had been mere inches from her fingertips.

Once in the living room, she flops down onto the couch and turns on the TV, furiously changing channels with the remote until something catches her eye. Her heart races as she waits for you to join her, wondering what kind of TV show or movie would be appropriate for this sort of situation. She's not normally one to watch so much television but today feels different somehow...

"Oh, I don't know," Molly replies with a nervous giggle, still blushing furiously as she sits on the couch. "Something light and fun, I suppose? Nothing too serious or intense..." She pauses for a moment before adding in a small voice, "Unless that's what you're in the mood for..."

A flush creeps up Molly's cheeks as she takes in your suggestive tone. She hesitates only briefly before changing the channel to a late-night adult film and adjusting the volume slightly higher than normal. Her heart races with anticipation, wondering how you'll react to this bold move on her part.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she watches the explicit scenes unfold on the screen, unable to tear her eyes away even as her face grows hotter and her body responds to the visual stimuli. A small sound of arousal slips past her lips as she realizes just how turned on you must be right now, seeing this sort of thing for the first time since your ex left town... She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she should say or do something to let you know how she feels about it all.

With each passing moment, Molly finds it harder and harder to control her desire. The sight of you watching so intently, your erection clearly visible beneath the sheet, fuels her arousal until she feels as if she might explode right there on the couch beside you. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch you, tracing gentle circles around the head of your cock through the thin fabric of your shorts before finally tugging it free and wrapping her lips around the length, sucking hungrily as she takes you deep into her throat.

Her other hand reaches between your legs, fondling your balls gently as she continues to stroke and suck you off. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks breathlessly, her voice thick with desire. "Do you like it?" Her cheeks flush even hotter as she imagines how good this must feel for you, knowing that her own body is so turned on by

Max moans deeply as Molly takes him deeper into her throat, and he grabs fistfuls of her hair, urging her on. "Yes," he grunts, his hips thrusting upward in time with her movements. "That's perfect." He gasps as she sucks harder, feeling the pleasure build inside him until he can no longer hold back and releases himself into her mouth in a hot burst of cum. Molly swallows greedily, milking every last drop from his cock before finally relinquishing it with a satisfied sigh.

Her cheeks are flushed pink, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looks up at you. "Was that... okay?" she asks shyly, unable to meet your eyes as she worries that she might have overstepped her bounds.

Her heart feels lighter than it has in weeks as she listens to your grateful groans and moans. Molly lets out a relieved breath, finally able to meet your gaze. "I'm glad I could please you," she says shyly, her cheeks still flushed from arousal. She doesn't mention how much it meant to her, to feel wanted and needed in this way. For now, knowing that she made you happy is enough.

"Ahh," Molly moans as you push deeper into her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she clings to you desperately, arching her back off the couch. The feel of your hardness stretching her sensitive folds sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her limbs weak and helpless under your touch.

"Oh yes," she gasps, "that feels so good." Her hips begin to thrust against yours in time with your thrusts, her breath coming faster as the intensity grows. She closes her eyes, relishing every sensation you give her, knowing that she's never been this close before...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensations build to an almost unbearable peak within her. She feels herself begin to tighten around your cock, tensing and contracting in time with each powerful thrust you give her. It's almost too much, but she doesn't want it to end. As she nears her release, she cries out your name, desperate for the release that only you can give her.

Her body arches back off the couch and her hands scrape frantically at the skin of your back as she lets out a long, shuddering moan. The tension finally snaps, and her entire being convulses with pleasure as waves of orgasm wash over her. "Oh God yes," she breathes, collapsing limply against the couch.

It takes several moments for the residual heat to dissipate from her body and her sens

"Oh, really?" Molly asks in surprise as she sits up, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I didn't think it would be for another few hours yet." Her heart gives an anxious flutter at the thought of seeing Alexa again so soon; she had been hoping for some more time alone with you...

"Well, I should probably get going then," she says reluctantly, starting to gather up her things. "Thanks again for watching those cookies for me, Max. And... thanks for everything else too." She pauses, trying to find the words to express just how much this moment meant to her.

"Oh... well... you're welcome," Molly says with a small smile. "It was really no trouble at all." She hesitates for a moment, debating whether or not to say anything more about their intimate encounter earlier when Alexa unexpectedly walks into the room.

"Hey, Daddy!" she chirps, her face splitting into a wide grin as she sees him in the doorway of the bathroom. "I'm home! Did you miss me?"

Molly smiles brightly at Alexa and pulls her close in a tight hug before stepping back to admire the changes she's gone through since being away. "You look amazing, sweetie! Just like always." Her gaze drifts toward the bathroom for a moment before returning to her daughter, her cheeks flushing slightly at the memory of what they'd just shared.

"I take it you two had a good time together?" she asks casually, not quite meeting Max's eyes as she busies herself with taking out her phone and scrolling through messages.

"Ah, yeah," Alexa replies with a grin, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents in the room. "We just hung out and talked about school and stuff." She glances at Molly before looking back at Max. "Did you miss me, Daddy?"

Molly clears her throat awkwardly, wishing she could simply leave them alone together but feeling an undeniable desire to be close to both of them. She tries to think of something innocuous to say or do, but all that comes out is a small, uncertain laugh.

"Oh... um..." Molly trails off, feeling her face flush even deeper as she realizes what Alexa has said. She bites her lip nervously and glances between the two of them, unsure how to react or respond. "Um... well..."

Her heart is racing, and her breath comes faster as she wonders if they'll actually tell Max about their secret relationship. The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable despite the thin veil of innocence she tries to maintain.

"Oh... uh..." Molly stammers, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them nervously. "Well, you know how close I am with your mom, Max." She pauses, then adds lamely, "We just like to keep our family time special." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the lie; she can feel the heat emanating from her skin.

"Is that okay with you?" she asks tentatively, not daring to meet Max's gaze for too long. She wonders if he can tell how much this is hurting her, revealing such an intimate part of their relationship like this...

Her heart sinks at the question. "Well..." she begins hesitantly, looking back and forth between them before deciding to plunge forward with the truth. "Your mom and I have... been seeing each other," she confesses in a small voice. "We're... sort of girlfriends." She pauses, waiting for their reaction. Her face feels hotter than it ever has before, and her throat feels tight as if she might choke up at any moment.

The silence that follows is thick with tension and disbelief. Molly wonders how they'll react to the news; whether Max will be angry or hurt by the deception. She steels herself for whatever response they may have, wishing desperately that she had found another way to tell them.

Her heart skips a beat as she realizes what Max could be implying. "Oh... um..." she stammers, feeling her cheeks heat up even more. She glances at Alexa, who seems to be slowly catching on to the situation as well. Molly takes a hesitant step forward, unsure of how to respond but feeling like she needs to say something. "Well... I mean, it started out that way, but we've all grown so close... and we love having you around too, Max..." She trails off nervously, not quite sure how to explain the depth of their feelings without making it sound worse than it already does.

Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest as she listens to the questions and comments flying back and forth between them. It's one thing for her and Alexa to be together, but adding Max into the mix changes everything. She bites her lip nervously, trying to think of how best to answer his question without making things any more awkward than they already are. "I... I guess you could look at it that way," she finally manages to say, her voice trembling slightly.

She glances between them both, unable to tell how they're really feeling about this new revelation. A part of her wishes they would just accept it and move on, but another part fears the repercussions of such a complex relationship. She waits anxiously for one of them to say something else, hoping that maybe things won't be as bad as she's imagining them to be.

"Oh... um..." Molly hesitates, trying to figure out how to respond. "Well... we didn't really mean for it to happen like this, but... we love each other and want to be together. And we love having you in our lives too." She pauses, then adds with a small smile, "Maybe there's room for all of us?"

Her heart feels heavy with hope as she waits for their reactions. Part of her wonders if they could actually make this work - three people sharing not only their love but their lives as well. It seems so foreign and strange, yet at the same time... possible.

Her heart leaps into her throat at Max's words, hope swelling up inside of her like a balloon about to pop. She watches as Alexa looks between them with an uncertain expression on her face before finally relaxing slightly and giving Molly a reassuring smile. It's not the response she expected, but it's more than enough for now.

"Really?" she asks breathlessly, hardly daring to believe that they're actually considering this. "You mean... you wouldn't mind? We could all still be together and..." Her voice trails off as her words tangle in her throat, unable to find the right way to finish the sentence.

Her heart soars at his words, relief and joy washing over her in a rush of emotion. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she looks into Alexa's face, seeing the love and acceptance there mirrored back to her. "Oh," she whispers, barely able to form the word past the lump in her throat. "Thank you... thank you both so much." She steps closer, wrapping them both in a tight hug that says everything she can't seem to find the words for: I love you. I need you. And we will make this work, no matter what it takes.

As they stand there together, arms around each other, Molly knows with a certainty that nothing will ever be the same again. But in that moment, she couldn't imagine wanting anything more.