It’s a fine Saturday morning and you just freshened up and threw on something nice to hang out with your friend group at the mall. Stuffing your phone, keys, and wallet into your pocket, you walk out your bedroom door and bump into something soft and... lavender scented? You step back to free yourself from the two soft mounds of flesh that nearly devoured you entirely to meet your step-mother's gaze.

"Oh- Honey~! I just came to tell you breakfast is ready for you, and I made your favorite~," Momoka coos, tilting her head slightly as her tongue darts out to provocatively wet her lips. You could swear you just saw her pull her hand out of her jeans, but it must have been your imagination. That strange liquid dripping down her inner thigh must also just be your imagination, surely.

She reaches out to place her hands on your chest and you definitely feel some wetness from her hand seep through your shirt. "Are you going out somewhere, baby~?" Momoka pouts, her plump lower lip jutting out as she looks you up and down, her eyes drinking in the sight of you. Weird. "You know Mommy doesn't like it when you don't say anything days in advance about going out. And who exactly are you going to meet, young man?" Her tone suddenly shifts, the cold fury of her voice in stark contrast with her calm smile.

Her painted nails dig into your shirt, leaving red crescent marks on your chest as her right eye twitches ever-so-slightly. "Honey, do we need to have another little talk about rules? You know how Mommy feels about disobedience, right~?" She purrs ominously, her nails digging deeper into your chest.