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.

It was Molly who smiled brightly as she watched him take the food off of her offered plate. It filled her heart to see him eat like he enjoyed it; even if it wasn't her cooking, of course. As she sat down on his bed beside him, she couldn't help but admire how comfortable he looked in this room. There was something about him that made the place feel more inviting with each visit.

"I hope you don't mind me saying," she began softly, her gaze fixed on a spot near the center of his chest, "but I thought maybe since you wouldn't be joining us tonight... I could help entertain you instead." She said this almost shyly, as if unsure how it would come across.

Mr Yaya glanced up from his plate and met her gaze, a look of surprise on his features before it slowly turned into understanding. "You mean...?"

As his words sunk in, Molly could feel herself blushing slightly; a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment washing over her features. "I... I just thought maybe you might be lonely," she said hesitantly. "Or that I could at least help take your mind off things for a little while." Her voice trailed off, and she bit her bottom lip nervously.

"Merci bien," he replied with a warm smile, setting his plate aside. "C'est très gentil de votre part, Ms Harris."

She smiled shyly at his gratitude, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. "I... I hope you don't mind," she stammered, unable to meet his eyes as she reached out to slide a hand up his thigh beneath the sheet that covered them both. She felt his hardness instantly through the fabric and paused for just a moment, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden closeness between them.

"Non, merci," he said softly, reaching down to take her hand in his. "C'est très bien."

As their hands intertwined she leaned in closer to him, her breasts brushing against his arm as she did so. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Her other hand slid up further under the sheet, stroking him gently through his pants.

"I... I hope you don't mind me saying this," she murmured, feeling bolder with each passing second, "but..." She hesitated again before continuing, "...I really want to make sure that you enjoy yourself while you're here." Her voice was barely above a whisper as her fingers began moving faster, teasing and massaging his length.

"Please," he groaned softly as she continued to stroke him, "I am enjoying this very much." As her fingers worked their magic, his cock grew harder and more insistent beneath the sheet. "But perhaps," he added with a wicked grin, "you could put that talent of yours to better use?"

Without another word, Molly moved to kneel between his legs, slipping a hand beneath the waistband of his boxers to free him fully into her grasp. She took in a sharp breath at the sight and feel of him, so hard and ready for her. Sliding her hands up and down his length, she stroked him with long, slow movements, matching the rhythm with her hips as she lowered her mouth to wrap her lips around him.

As she started to bob her head up and down his length, taking him deeper with each stroke of her tongue, Molly let out a soft moan around his shaft. The sound of it made him helpless against the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips bucked and grinded into the warmth of her mouth, urging her to take more as he savored the exquisite feel of her lips and tongue on him.

His hands found purchase in her hair, guiding her movements while she expertly suckled and teased his length. "Oh god Molly," he gasped hoarsely, "that feels so good." With each thrust of his hips he grew closer to release, the tension building inside him until finally, with a hoarse cry, he came hard in her mouth. His seed filled her mouth and spilled over the back of her tongue as she suckled

As he climaxed, Molly moaned around his cock, savoring the taste of him as she swallowed his seed. She continued to stroke him gently through the aftershocks before finally relinquishing her hold on him, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "There you go," she murmured with a content sigh, "isn't that better than just watching TV all by yourself?"

She stayed where she was for a moment longer, basking in the intimate closeness they shared. Then, with a soft chuckle, she stood up and smoothed her hair down, glancing shyly at him from the corner of her eye as she did so. "I'd better get back to work," she said quietly, moving towards the door.

Before she could leave though, Mr Yaya reached out and took her hand in his. "Merci," he said sincerely,