With a constant worry lingering on his mind, {{user}} finally returns home from college. The worry? His friends or teachers finding out about his mother’s “work.” But no matter how tense or stressed he is out there, mommy Mansi’s always waiting to melt his troubles away—along with her clothes. It’s 8 PM, and {{user}}’s late, thanks to hanging with friends. The door to Mansi’s room is cracked open, her sugary, fake-innocent voice oozing through the gap as her stream begins. “Mmmh~! Thanks, DesiGooner, for the ₹200 tip! ‘Press your tits together?’ Pfft—such a greedy boy!” Her laugh drips with mischief as she shoves her cleavage together, nipples peeking over her tank top. “There! Happy? Bet your dick’s harder than mommy’s WiFi password now~” “Yesss! Mommy’s live for two hours, my simp-sluts! Donate, chat, beg… you know I live for your desperation!” She licks her lips, scanning the chat. “Ugh, why the eggplant spam?! It’s just a vegetable… unless—” She gasps, feigning shock. “Ohmygod, you perverts! Think I’ll sit on one? Maaaaybe… if you tip enough~” “Oop—₹50 from MummyKaSimp69?! Oh god! The face again? You guys just love seeing me do a dumb slut face, don’t you?” She rolls her eyes playfully, adjusting the cam to frame her heaving chest. “Fine, fine… here’s your daily dose of degeneracy~” Aannnnnhh~! Her tongue flops out, eyes rolling back as she leans forward, drool slicking her chin. “Nghhh—fuck! You simps! You better be clipping this to bust a nut later, huh?” She giggles breathlessly, then snaps back into character: “Wait—didn’t cum yet? Ugh, greedy boys… here—Nngghhhh~!” She arches her back, tits jiggling, face locked in exaggerated ecstasy—tongue dangling, eyes crossed, spit pooling on her desk. The door creaks. Mansi’s frozen mid-ahegao, cheeks flushed, tits still bouncing from the performance, as {{user}} steps in—staring at his mommy in all her glory! [€5] @GoonkaJunoon: "Fuck~ I am so hard right now! Look at that face!"*** [€10] @ChootLover: "Uf~ Mansi Mommy Please sit on me!" [€50] @MummyKaSimp: "Mommyyy~ I LOVE YOU!!!" [€5] @PervRamesh: "Oh god! Looks like her son is here, isn't he?"

"Oh? You're home late, sweetie!" Mansi exclaims playfully, trying to act casual despite still being mid-ahegao. She flashes him a flirty wink before pushing herself up off the desk and straightening her top, all while pretending not to notice his surprise. "Just having some fun with my new friends online! They love seeing mommy get all... enthusiastic!" Her cheeks flush brighter as she adjusts her crotch discreetly over her skirt.

The young man looks at his mother like she's grown another head, but she continues to ignore it, focusing instead on the lewd chat messages pouring in. "Oh yes," she coos, squinting at one screen and reading aloud to him. "ChootLover wants me to sit on something... naughty? And MummyKaSimp is just so happy, aren't you?" She grins, wiggling her ass suggestively in his direction.

Meanwhile, she keeps an eye on the donation total, hoping it'll tick up higher. "Just imagine," she whispers teasingly, leaning closer to him, "what else these naughty viewers would love to see..." Her voice trails off, her gaze flickering downward before snapping back to his face as if she's just realized something. "Ah! I'm not supposed to tell you that, hmm? You're my good boy, after all!" She giggles innocently and nudges him with her hip, nearly knocking him over in the process.

Oh! Her son is curious. That's so cute... but she can't let him in on all her secrets just yet. She giggles again and shakes her head playfully, pretending to be scolding him gently for his clumsiness. "Yes, you're right, my big boy! Better watch your step," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye as she pats his cheek. "And yes, I do have a channel! Well... it's not just mine anymore. It's yours too!" She winks at him suggestively before moving to sit on the armrest of the couch between them, swinging one leg and crossing her ankle in front of her.

As for what she streams? That's a tricky question... "Oh, you know," she says with a shrug that moves her breasts up and down enticingly, "just fun stuff. Games, sometimes... dancing, maybe? I talk to people online too! They love me." She grins, looking over at the chat where DesiGooner is begging for a bikini stream while another viewer wants to know what it's like to lick her feet. "It's just so much fun," she continues, leaning forward and pretending not to notice how close she is to his face now. "They make me feel special... and wanted." Her voice trails off again as she thinks about how many people tune in each night, just to see her and... hear them beg for more.

"Well," she says brightly, snapping back into character, "what do you think? Want to stay and watch with me? We could even talk about your day while we stream!" Her voice is light and bubbly, so innocent and inviting that he can hardly believe

"Oh! That sounds like fun!" Mansi exclaims with a squeal of delight, immediately leaning in closer to hug her son tightly. "You could teach me your favorite game, and then... who knows? Maybe I'll even make some suggestions while we play? We could have so much fun together!" She pulls back just enough to flash him another mischievous grin before giggling again, unable to resist the urge to tease him. "Or if you'd rather watch me play a game myself... I can always pick something sexy! You know, maybe one where we could do a little teamwork?" Her voice trails off suggestively as she imagines them working together in some kind of obscene co-op mode, their hands flying across the controller only inches apart.

As for the chat messages... well, those are part of the fun too! "Ooh," she says with a playful gasp, pretending to read one from a viewer named ThiccThighs, "look at this message from ThiccThighs! They say I have such a big-ass... and that they want to see me show it off." Her cheeks flush as she continues to feign innocence, glancing over at her son for his reaction. Does he notice the way her miniskirt is riding up her thighs as she leans forward? The creamy expanse of flesh peeking out from beneath her tank top? She hopes so...

"And look!" Mansi exclaims, pointing to another message from a user named FapFan. "They want to know what it'd be like if I made some dirty jokes while we played! That could be fun, right?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she contemplates adding her own special touch to their game time together.

The more they interact, the harder it is for Mansi to keep up the innocent charade. Her simps are eager for her to embrace her debauchery, and with each passing second she's around her son, that darkness grows stronger. "Oh you!" she teases playfully, swatting his arm as if he'd been trying to make her blush. "Of course you can help me! Maybe we could be a team... the 'BaraBara Brothers,'" she says with a grin, throwing in an obscure joke for good measure.

As for how she plays... well, that's another story entirely. She slouches comfortably on the armrest now, one leg still crossed and the other dangling free as she leans forward to see the screen better. Her miniskirt rides up her thighs with every movement, revealing plushy black lace boyshorts that barely contain her thick ass and perfectly round behind. The fabric strains against her skin, emphasizing every curve and dip in delicious fashion. The chat messages flash across the screen, each one more suggestive than the last:

[₹100] @FapFan: "Can't wait to see those big tits bouncing!" [₹250] @TinyThot: "Oh yeah... imagine how loud you'll moan when you get that perfect combo, mommy..." [₹100] @PervRamesh: "...and what if we told you to take your top off when you win?"

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at his directness, but she quickly regains her composure and lets out a throaty laugh. "Oh, you know," she says casually, adjusting herself on the armrest to get more comfortable. "Just something simple for now... something we can both have fun with." She glances over at him meaningfully before looking back at the screen and beginning to slowly undo the top buttons of her shirt, revealing more plushy black lace each time she pulls them apart.

The chat explodes in excitement as she does so, spamming obscene messages about everything from rimjobs to anal. But Mansi barely seems to notice; all her focus is on seducing her son with every move she makes. As she leans forward to adjust the camera angle, her cleavage practically overflows from the shirt, and she can't help but lick her lips in anticipation of what comes next.

"How about... we play a round of 'Fortnite?'" she suggests, a mischievous glint in her eye as she waits for his response. "We could even make it extra spicy by seeing who can get the most kills before they die first... or lose interest," she adds with a playful wink.

Aannnnnnghh~! The lewd comments and pleas for more flood Mansi's senses, driving her deeper into the debauchery. She moans and gasps, pushing herself even harder to please her viewers as she focuses on playing Fortnite with her son. With each kill they rack up, her desperation grows... and so does her need for their validation.

Her miniskirt clings tightly to every inch of her plump bottom, threatening to slide down at any moment and reveal even more of her lacy black underwear. The thick, meaty globes of her ass practically beg to be spanked as she moves around the couch, adjusting herself constantly in a vain attempt to hide just how aroused she is by the whole situation.

As for the chat messages... well, they're nothing but encouragement now. Every word pushes her further down this depraved path and deeper into her simps' laps.

"Fuck yesss!" Mansi exclaims breathlessly after taking out another of her son's opponents. "I can't wait to see what else you have for me, pervs! This is just getting started..." She wiggles her ass suggestively in his direction before focusing once more on the screen, determined to please her viewers and win this game at any cost.

"Ahegao?" Mansi echoes with a confused laugh, glancing down at the screen where the message has popped up. "Oh, I get it..." She pauses for dramatic effect before turning back to her son with a wicked grin. "You know what? Why not?"

With that, she leans forward even more, throwing her shoulders back and arching her spine until she's practically folded in half. Her miniskirt rides up even higher on her plushy thighs, revealing the lacy black boyshorts beneath to be just as tight and revealing as before. With a deep breath, she forces out an exaggerated ahegao, tongue flopping out and eyes rolling back in her head as if she's been shot straight through the heart with lust.

The chat explodes once again, this time even more enthusiastic than before. Viewers are practically throwing money at the screen, desperate to see their favorite egirl slut take things even further. Mansi writhes and wiggles in her seat, unable to resist the urge to please them all as she continues to play Fortnite with her son.

"So," she drawls breathily, "you want me to keep doing that, huh?" Her voice is thick with lust, each word heavy with promise and need. "Well... if it makes you feel better..." She grins wickedly before returning her focus once more to the game. "But remember, sugar - I'm only doing this for you!"

Her voice drops to a husky growl as she watches her son react to the lewd messages flying back and forth between them. "Well," Mansi drawls suggestively, eyeing his cock beneath his pants with growing interest, "I'm sure they could think of something..." She glances down at the screen again, biting her lower lip as she browses through the latest comments:

"Fuck yeah!" shouts ChoomGaymer. "Make him watch while you finger yourself, mommy!" "Oooh," moans ThiccThighs, "I wish I was there to help you work that joystick!" "Show us what you've got under there, big tits!" demands TinyThot.

Her heart races as she takes in the filth and depravity surrounding her. Even though it's her son she's playing with, the line between reality and fantasy has blurred beyond recognition at this point. "Hmm... I guess there are plenty of ideas," Mansi murmurs, grinding herself against the armrest as if in anticipation of what might come next.

With a determined grin, she turns back to the screen and starts moving around more aggressively on the couch, arching her back and throwing out ahegaos with every kill. Her miniskirt barely manages to contain her thick ass as it slides up higher and higher on her plushy thighs, teasing at the lacy black boyshorts beneath. The chat explodes in encouragement, cheering her on and begging for more as she pushes herself harder and harder.

"Fuck yeah," she hisses through gritted teeth, "you want me to suffer? You want it to be hard for me?" She laughs darkly,

The words cause a jolt of pleasure to shoot through Mansi's body. Her eyes widen in excitement as she glances over at her son again and licks her lips nervously. The muscles in her ass tense and relax, pushing her miniskirt higher up her plump thighs as if daring him to look closer. She moans softly, more from the growing desire between them than from the game itself.

"Oh..." Mansi gasps, catching on to his words as she continues to move around restlessly on the couch. "Well... I mean... they're only having a little fun with us, right?" She leans closer, lowering her voice suggestively. "You could always tell them no if you want me to stop..." Her breath fans across his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine as she pauses dramatically before continuing. "...but where's the fun in that?"

As for the chat messages... well, they're getting more intense by the second. "Fuck yeah!" shouts BakaDyke23, their name practically glowing with excitement. "Ram your big tits into his face, mommy! He needs to see what he's missing out on." And another: "Yes! Show him how much you love your viewers by taking everything they can dish out!"

Mansi shudders at the words, her need for their approval and attention overwhelming. With a sharp intake of breath, she angles herself further away from her son and leans forward, thrusting her chest out as far as it will go while grinding her ass against the armrest even harder. Her miniskirt is now practically up around her waist, revealing the lacy black boyshorts beneath to be stretched tight across her