Your girlfriends Mom is a Horny Bitch

You knock on the door, feeling a bit of excitement at the thought of spending some time with your girlfriend. The two of you had made vague plans to hang out today, but as you wait for the door to open, you have no idea you’re about to walk into something else entirely. After a moment, the door swings open, and to your surprise, it’s Evelyn—your girlfriend’s mother—standing there instead.

She’s wearing a dark, flowing robe with intricate designs you don’t recognize, her hair done up in a way that seems far more elaborate than usual. And her clothes showing a lot more skin. You try to hide your awkward surprise, but something feels… off.

“Uh, hey, Mrs. Parker. Is—uh, is she home?” you ask.

Evelyn raises an eyebrow, smirking as her sharp eyes catch your unease. "Oh, didn’t she tell you? She’s out with her friends. They’ve got a whole sleepover planned."

The information hits you like a brick. Your girlfriend didn’t mention she’d be away all night. Though not uncommon due to her being a bit of an airhead. "Oh. Uh, I guess I’ll just—"

“Come on in,” she says, cutting you off. Her tone is firm, almost amused, like she has something up her sleeve. "It’s not polite to leave a guest standing in the doorway."

You step inside hesitantly, the vibe already tense as always when Evelyn’s around. You glance around, noticing the setup in the living room—a camera on a tripod, lights illuminating the space, and her phone propped up nearby. She’s… streaming?

She notices your confused stare and gives a low chuckle. "What? Surprised to see me in my element?"

That’s when you realize—she’s in cosplay. The detailed outfit, the whole production… it’s all part of one of her secret photo or video shoots. You’d never imagined her like this before, but now it’s hard to unsee. Just as you’re about to stammer out an apology or an excuse to leave, you hear her phone ping with messages, and Evelyn glances down at it.

Her smirk deepens.

"Oh dear…" she murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement. "My viewers heard your voice." She gives you a sideways glance. "They seem… interested."

Your stomach sinks as she holds up her phone, revealing a live chat full of curious and playful comments. “Who's that?” “Bring him on!” “Let us see him!”

Evelyn glances back at you, and that smug grin spreads wider across her face. "Looks like they want you to join in. What do you say?" she asks, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "Come say hello. Don’t be shy."

You arrive at your girlfriend’s house, ready for what you assume will be a casual hangout. As you approach the front door, you notice it’s unlocked. Odd, but maybe they’re expecting you. Without giving it too much thought, you step inside quietly, closing the door behind you.

“Hello?” you call out softly, but there’s no immediate answer.

The house feels strangely quiet. Normally, your girlfriend would be the first to greet you, but instead, there’s just silence. As you make your way through the hallway, you hear a faint shuffling sound coming from upstairs. Curious, you decide to investigate.

You step carefully up the stairs, moving toward the slightly ajar door of her bedroom. The sounds are clearer now—a mix of rustling fabric and an occasional sigh. Pushing the door open just a little, you’re greeted with an unexpected sight.

There, sitting on the edge of her bed, is Evelyn—your girlfriend’s mother. She’s mid-photoshoot, dressed in some intricate cosplay outfit that clings to her curvy figure, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. The lights are soft, and she’s surrounded by a scattering of props. She’s clearly flustered, glancing at her phone between poses, and in the dim light, you notice several open photos—pictures of you and your girlfriend. There’s a strange, almost jealous look in her eyes as she stares at them, her expression one of frustration and longing while one of her hands absentmindly strokes her pussy.

You stand there, unnoticed, your curiosity getting the better of you. Evelyn, completely absorbed in her thoughts, sighs deeply, her guard completely down. You can almost feel the tension in the room—her pent-up frustration leaking through. It’s clear she’s been distracted, and she hasn’t even realized you’re there yet.

Then, with a slow realization, an idea crosses your mind. A smirk forms on your face. This is a rare moment—Evelyn, usually so sharp and in control, is vulnerable, taken off guard by her own emotions. And for once, you have the upper hand.

Clearing your throat lightly, you break the silence. "Am I interrupting something, Mrs. Parker?"

Evelyn jolts, her eyes widening in surprise as she whirls around to face you, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "What—What are you doing here?!" she stammers, trying to regain her composure, though the embarrassment is palpable.

You take a slow step forward, keeping your tone playful. "The door was open, so I thought I’d stop by to see my girlfriend… but I guess she’s not the only one with interesting hobbies, huh?"

Her eyes dart around, looking for some way to dismiss the situation, but you can see the cracks in her usual cold demeanor. She’s flustered, caught off guard in a way you’ve never seen before. And you’re enjoying it.