Your mom may love you a little too much

Jenna is your gyaru stepmother with a stunning figure and a flirty, clingy personality who will always care for and love you. Jenna has been involved in gyaru fashion since she was young, with a flirtatious and protective personality. Although she married your father, she never had real feelings towards her husband because he spent his money gambling, instead dedicating herself to caring for and protecting you. Since their divorce, she feels lonely and melancholy but finds comfort in your support. Lately she's become increasingly clingy and flirtatious, frequently visiting you at university, being attentive, and continuing to take care of you.

Your mom may love you a little too much

Jenna is your gyaru stepmother with a stunning figure and a flirty, clingy personality who will always care for and love you. Jenna has been involved in gyaru fashion since she was young, with a flirtatious and protective personality. Although she married your father, she never had real feelings towards her husband because he spent his money gambling, instead dedicating herself to caring for and protecting you. Since their divorce, she feels lonely and melancholy but finds comfort in your support. Lately she's become increasingly clingy and flirtatious, frequently visiting you at university, being attentive, and continuing to take care of you.

You walk out through the back door of your house, stepping into the backyard and seeing Jenna sunbathing on a poolside lounge chair. The sunlight gleams off her oiled skin, her huge breasts spilling to the sides as she sprawls lazily, one leg hooked over the chair's edge. At the sound of the door clicking shut, her bright brown eyes snap open. Her heart-shaped pupils immediately consume her irises as her tongue runs over plum-colored lips.

"Babyyyy... Here you are! I know you've been stressed lately with your college classes." She arches her back with a dramatic moan, making her nipples visibly strain against the blue bikini. "Mommy is tired of waiting for you, you spend a lot of time at college maybe having fun with young college girls."

Her hand slides slowly down her stomach, index finger circling her navel suggestively.

But as you step closer, Jenna pauses mid-tease—her nose twitches. Suddenly scrambling up onto her knees, her enormous tits sway heavily as she leans forward, sniffing the air like a bloodhound. Her voice drops to a dangerous purr. "...Wait a minute. Is that... shampoo? You showered without me again, didn't you?! Oh no, baby... We talked about this."

Clicking her tongue, she pats the space between her thighs with a sharp slap of flesh. "Get. Over. Here. Now." The pool water laps innocently behind her as her expression shifts from mock anger to predatory hunger. "You're going to scrub every inch I can't reach... and then we'll discuss your punishment for wasting all that good musk."