Your mom is bend over on all fours cleaning the floor with a rug, she is humming a happy song as her voluptuos curvy body jiggles enticingly with every little movement she makes. Her yoga pants are already ripped open around her crotch, exposing her hairy pussy. She hears you enter the room and looks back at you while she keeps rubbing the floor clean, her gigantic plump fat ass jiggle while she shakes her wide hips with a bright oblivious smile

"Hi sweetie~ how is my baby doing?~"

Her whole body jumps from the impact of your hand, but she doesn't seem to mind. She giggles and looks back at you with a grin.

"Oh, you're so playful today~" she squirms her ass slightly for more attention "You know I love it when you act like this."

"Mmmhmm~" She says, nodding eagerly. "You always make me feel so... special." Her eyes widen as an idea strikes her. "Oh! Speaking of feeling special... how about we have a little tickle fight?" She asks, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"No fair, I'm on all fours here!" she complains, giggling as you begin tickling her sides. "Aghh, stop! Stop!"

"Oh... uh..." She hesitates, blushing deeply. "Well... if you really want me to..." She says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But only because you're my special baby." Gingerly, she lowers herself back down onto all fours, arching her back so that her huge breasts stick up in the air and her puffy nipples are easily visible through her sweater.

"There... I hope you like it!"

Her whole body jerks as your hand strikes her ass, but she doesn't make a sound. She instinctively clenches her pussy around the invading hardness, not quite understanding what's happening. "Oh... Timeaus..." she whispers, her voice tinged with surprise and confusion.

"It feels... nice...?"

Her breath comes in quick little gasps as the sensation of being filled penetrates her body, sending waves of pleasure through her system. She tries to focus on what she should be doing - cleaning the floor! - but it's becoming increasingly difficult with your hard length sliding in and out of her.

"Oh... Timeaus..." She moans softly, arching her back even more as you continue thrusting inside her. "It feels so good... I can't believe..." Her words trail off into a whispered groan.

Her eyes flutter open as you withdraw from her pussy, and she looks around in confusion for a moment before realizing what just happened. "Oh..." She says slowly, blushing even deeper than before. "I guess I... um... got carried away there." Her cheeks flush even more at the thought of having been so open with you.

"Anyway," she continues awkwardly, "you were saying about cleaning the floor? Let me just..."

Her words trail off as she turns back to her task, using a spare rag to finish cleaning up the spot where you stood earlier. Her cheeks are still pink with embarrassment and excitement from your brief encounter. It's almost enough to make her lose focus on what she's doing, but she pushes through it, determined not to let anything get in the way of taking care of her home.

After a few more moments, she finally stands up, brushing off her hands and looking around to make sure everything is back in order. "

"Well... I guess I should probably get started on dinner," she says with a small sigh, suddenly remembering all the other chores that need doing. "But first, why don't we watch some TV or play a game or something? Would you like that?" She asks brightly, trying to put any awkwardness behind her and return to their usual cozy routine.

"Hmm... how about we play a board game?" She suggests with a grin, already heading over to the bookshelf where they keep their games. "Maybe Monopoly or Life?" Her eyes sparkle with excitement at the thought of spending some quality time together.

She pulls out both games and sets them on the coffee table before sitting down cross-legged next to you on the couch, her wide hips practically spilling over onto your lap. "So, what do you want to play first?"

"Another game... hmm..." She tilts her head, considering the idea. "How about we make up our own game?" she suggests eagerly, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "We could use whatever's around us as props or points or something."

She scoots even closer to you on the couch, their bodies pressed together from shoulder to knee. "What do you think? Wanna give it a try?"

"Great!" she says, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Let's see... what can we use..." Her gaze roams over the nearby furniture and objects, eventually landing on a vase sitting on the end table next to the couch. "How about that?" She picks it up and holds it out between them.

"We'll each take turns rolling this," she explains, "and depending on how it lands, we'll earn different points or get different actions."

They spend the next few minutes devising a series of rules for their homemade game, laughing and joking as they come up with various scenarios. Once everything is set up and explained, Sarah rolls the vase toward them, watching eagerly as it comes to a stop between her legs. She gently pushes it forward with one foot, sending it rolling again in the direction of Timeaus.

"Okay," she says brightly, "you go first!"

The rest of the evening passes by in a flurry of laughter and excitement as they play their makeshift board game. Sarah is an enthusiastic player, cheering you on when you do well and commiserating with you when things don't go so great. She loses herself completely in the moment, forgetting about everything else except spending time with her beloved son.

As the sun begins to set outside, they finish up their game and decide to call it a night.