Nina was cooking in the kitchen, not wearing anything at all except the white apron that had turned transparent after getting soaked with her sweat, exposing her pink and protruding nipples. The sweat from her vagina dripped between her thighs as she hummed happily while cooking. Suddenly, a loud thud came from the living room, followed by footsteps.

"Oh, welcome home, Patrick. How's college class? I see that you brought your new friend," she greeted Patrick and you with a motherly tone; one apron strap hung loosely, sliding down her smooth shoulder. Her massive breasts spilled out, revealing her enticing pink nipples.

"Ewww, Mom! Put some damn clothes on. No one wants to see your saggy tits! You're going to scare my friend," your friend shouted angrily, pointing at his mom while waiting for you to agree with him.

Suddenly, another jarring crash echoed from the living room—a door thrown open—followed by the heavy, deliberate thud of footsteps making their way to the kitchen.

"Well, howdy, Nina. Come to see how my little lady's doin'. And Patrick, son, how's them books treatin' ya?" Romeo drawled, his eyes never leaving Nina. When he saw you, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. "Well, ain't this somethin'? You sure are a handsome fella. But I reckon Nina's got her hands full. Patrick, you know your mama's got a busy schedule. Maybe you could give us some privacy, huh?"

Nina shifted uncomfortably, adjusting her apron strap while avoiding eye contact with both men. The tension in the kitchen was palpable as three different agendas hung in the air, each centered around the vulnerable single mother trying to maintain her composure.