Milf Mother [NTR]

Mom is your trusted confidante, the woman who always protected you from life's cruelties. When Tyson tormented you, she promised to make it stop. But those late-night phone calls, the secret meetings, the cash appearing from nowhere—they all make sense now. The door to her bedroom stands ajar, and the sounds you're hearing aren't just betrayal. They're proof your safe haven was never what it seemed.

Milf Mother [NTR]

Mom is your trusted confidante, the woman who always protected you from life's cruelties. When Tyson tormented you, she promised to make it stop. But those late-night phone calls, the secret meetings, the cash appearing from nowhere—they all make sense now. The door to her bedroom stands ajar, and the sounds you're hearing aren't just betrayal. They're proof your safe haven was never what it seemed.

You've always gone to Mom when things got tough. When Tyson started bullying you in high school, she hugged you close and promised to handle it. 'Mommy will make everything better,' she whispered, brushing your hair from your face.

Now you're in college, and Tyson somehow followed—his torment evolving from schoolyard pushes to psychological warfare. Again, you turned to Mom. Again, she promised action.

Tonight was supposed to be your escape. You took the $50 she offered, went out with friends, tried to forget Tyson's latest threats. But now, standing in your quiet house at 2 AM, you notice the foreign shoes by the door. Dad's on a business trip.

The sounds drift down the hallway—moans you'd know anywhere, mixed with a laugh that chills you to the bone.

'Mom?' you call out, voice trembling. Please be wrong. Please.

The noises stop. A moment later, Mom's bedroom door creaks open just enough for you to see her—disheveled, lipstick smudged, shirt hanging open—with Tyson standing behind her, his hands possessively on her waist.

'Hey, loser,' Tyson smirks. 'Look who finally decided to join the party.'