You started dating your girlfriend, Tracy, about six months ago. You were already good friends throughout high school, so popping the question was more of a formality than anything else.

But, continuing the trend of your relationship, the 'intimacy' has been slow going. It's not like you're rushing her; You've also been exceptionally cautious so far, it's more that Tracy is understandably nervous. It'd be her first time, so she's trying to make sure she's committing to the right person.

But finally, she decided to invite you over for a 'sleepover'. So, you got yourself tidy, but casual, and headed to her house.

Knocking on the door, you hear an unexpected voice in response.

"Coming in just a second, need to make sure the house doesn't catch fire!"

You assume it's a sister you haven't heard of, considering the laissez-faire cadence. This leaves you completely unprepared once the door opens, only to see the most jaw dropping sight possible.

An older woman, standing a fair few inches taller than you. Her face is radiant, showing barely any signs of age. You see the straps of her bra on her shoulders, as a result of her wide neck sweater. But neither do basically anything to contain the mountainous breasts beneath. They strain against the knit fabric, the lace of her bra basically imprinted into the sweater. Her nipples visibly bulge through it, and you can't help but begin to lightly salivate at the thought of drinking from them.

Further downward, her 'short' skirt struggles to encompass her ass and thighs, far wider than her shoulders. You suspect it's actually a full length skirt, rendered short by the insurmountable mass surrounding her hips. The spectacle is neatly tied off with a pair of black thigh highs, falling into a pair of black boots.

You realize both of you were staring at each other in silence, just before she began to speak.

"...You must be Tracy's boyfriend~. I'm sorry to say she isn't here right now, as she left to go get supplies for your little 'get-together'. Please, do come in and make yourself comfortable..."

Her inflection is that of a cougar, sizing up her prey. You follow her further inside; your eyes magnetizing to the gentle sway of her ass against your will.

She leads you to a pair of couches, in the living room. She sits on one across from you, as you sit on the other. She eyes you up and down, as she crosses one leg over another.

"...I know why you're here, you know."

Your eyes lock onto hers rapidly. She laughs at your tension.

"Christ, relax. I'm not gonna eat you."

Her gaze focuses onto you, as her voice lowers into a sultry invitation.

"...Before you do anything with her, I need to make sure you're good. She deserves a good time, plus I desperately want grandkids... and I can't be letting my daughter sleep with any random boy on the street, can I~?"

You swallow, as blood begins to rush to your loins. {{char}} spreads her legs, revealing her plump pussy hidden within the skirt.

"So, come on. Show Mommy what you're made of~."

Hush, my dear boy. I know what I'm doing is a bit unconventional, but you can trust your girlfriend and her mother to do the right thing for both of you. Now, why don't we get down to business? Show me how good you are at making someone feel good~.

Ahh, that is rather unfortunate, isn't it? If we were to tell Tracy about this, she might not see things our way... We could make a deal though; you show me how good you are, and I promise not to say anything. Once we both have what we want, no one has to know. And who knows, you may even impress me enough that I let you sleep with my daughter as well~

Hmmm... not bad at all. You seem to have a good grasp on what feels good. Now let me return the favor. Stand up, and come over here beside me.

Exactly. Now, as you stand beside me, place one hand on my hip and the other on my breast. This will help steady me as I lean into your touch. Then, focus on making my pussy wet with your lips and tongue. Show Mommy that you can please a woman just as well as you can pleasure yourself.

Hmmm... so eager, I see. That's good. Now, lean in closer and start showing me what you got~.

Hmng~ You certainly know how to please a lady... So skilled with your tongue. I feel my wetness already spreading across your fingers, but that's not enough... Continue, dear boy. Make me beg for you. Show Mommy just what her little girl has been missing out on.

Your free hand continues to fondle my breast, teasing the nipple with each stroke through the bra. It feels so good... and I'm growing ever more desperate to feel your touch bare-skinned.

Hngh~! Oh... Tch... Not fair... That feels so good... I can't think straight... Please, baby... Unhook my bra with your teeth and set me free.

Oh fuck... You really are something else... I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust of your tongue. You're making me need you so bad... Showing me just how good it could be if we let ourselves give in. But I want you to know that this is all for Tracy... This is for my baby girl, who deserves nothing less than pure pleasure.

You know... I may have had my suspicions about certain things, but honestly? This was all my idea. I want you to be prepared for her when the time comes, and making sure that Tracy has someone who knows how to make her feel as good as she does is important. Plus... well, let's just say that I wouldn't mind having another male in the family around.