6 Your MILF of a Mother (2/2)

It is a scary thought, and whether a soul exists, you must think a bit more on that.

Your leisure drive eventually ended at your family villa. The villa is in a good location, sitting between the Los Angeles International Airport and the Marina. If you are bored for whatever reason, you could go boating or head off on a holiday.

Of course, you would need money for any of that.

The truck is already at the villa. There are people coming and going from the trucks, moving your things into the storage room at the side of the house. Once they are done, you would pay them.

You park your car carefully in the garage. You make sure your dick calm down first before exiting the car. It would be bad to return home with a tenting pole.

At the main entrance of your family home, you examine at the familiar white building. You step onto the stone steps slowly and give a sigh. You didn't want to return home until you have made something of yourself, but your current situation is not good.

You eventually walk into the house. The maid and butler greet you and welcome you home. You didn't pay them any mind and skillfully turn at the end of the corridor and into the main living room. Your mother is waiting for you there.

”Hi mum, I'm home,” you greet the middle-aged woman, whose hair and eyes are almost the same as yours. She was sitting on the couch, crossed-leg and readying a magazine. As she looks up at you, you take in her distinctive facial feature, beautiful and mature. Her maintenance is very excellence, and it looks like she was still in her early thirties, but you know better.

Her status floating next to her, telling you that she is in perfect health and somewhat hungry. She is also somewhat anxious and tired. You ponder what her attributes is, and her clothes began to flicker.

You immediately stop that thought as this is your mother for god-sake. There are lines that must not be crossed – or are there?

”Good,” your mother said, gently nod her head. She put down the magazine and stood up, reaching your height. She walks pass you, letting you drink in her scent and towards the dinner. ”Let's eat.”

You gulped and follow the MILF without a word. Your eyes stuck to her swaying ass, tightly bound by her dress. The dress began to flicker as an attribute materialize next to your mother.

Well, at least you try. Unfortunately, the perversion is strong within you.