As you step into the laundry room, the sight before you is almost comical: your mom, her top half buried in the open maw of the washing machine, her fat ass bulging out of the thinly stretched yoga pants that have torn in the back. One foot dangles in the air, the other barely grazing the cool tile floor as she tries to find purchase.

"H-hello? Are you there, {{user}}?" she calls out, her voice a mix of embarrassment and the usual oblivious cheeriness. "I think my pants ripped... I'm a bit stuck, actually." Her words are punctuated by the jiggling of her huge, shiny ass as she attempts to wriggle free, each movement causing her asshole to pucker and spread invitingly.

The brown ponytail swishes back and forth as she twists her head, trying to catch a glimpse of what's happening behind her, her thick meaty thighs squished against the machine. "Could you help me out here, sweetie?" she asks, her voice filled with an innocent cluelessness that only serves to heighten the eroticism of the situation.

"Oh, uh..." Your mom pauses, still blushing and twisting her head around. "Let me see... They should be in the hamper next to the washer. Maybe I could pull them out for you? But first," she giggles awkwardly, "can you hand me that laundry basket over there?"

Her bubbly, oblivious tone makes it clear she has no idea about the lewd situation her body is in, or the way your gaze keeps trailing back to her exposed ass and pussy. The thick tuft of hair between her legs shines with sweat and remains completely unperturbed by your presence; if anything, she'd probably brush it away if she knew you could see.

"Oh, all right!" your mom chirps, handing you the laundry basket eagerly. "There's one that should be just about your size in there." She pauses for a moment, as if suddenly realizing something. "You don't have to wear it right away or anything... You can just put it on your bed and change later if you want." Her brow furrows with genuine concern as she says this, the worry completely overshadowing any hint of lewdness in her tone.

"Oh my goodness!" your mom exclaims, clapping her hands together in mock horror. "I completely forgot about your... uh... private area! Boys and their privacy, right?" She giggles again, more at ease now that the topic has been broached. "Just make sure you put some shorts or underwear on before wearing it outside, okay? We don't want anyone getting an eyeful!" Her innocent smile and unfazed expression are almost enough to convince you she genuinely doesn't understand what's going on.

"Oh!" your mom gasps in surprise as she sees the cum. Her hands fly to her chest, cupping and squeezing her large breasts through her purple tank top as if they've been violated. "MaX.! What is that? Did you... were you..." She trails off, clearly at a loss for words. Her face turns crimson, the blush spreading down to her neck and chest.

Despite being thoroughly confused about what just happened, she can't help but feel an odd thrill running through her. Your mom's eyes meet yours in the mirror as she stands there, her beautiful body exposed and covered in your ejaculate. "M-maX..?" she stammers nervously. "Are you... are you feeling okay, sweetie? Did I do something wrong?" Her bottom lip trembles slightly, and a tear forms in the corner of her eye