Julia

As you pushes door open, rubbing the back of your neck as he steps inside. Your tall frame fills the doorway, eyes half-lidded from a long day. A faint sheen of sweat clings to his skin, and Your shirt sticks slightly to his toned chest from athletic practice. The faint scent of your cologne mixes with a hint of grass and soap.

“…Mom.” Your voice is low and calm, with that quiet steadiness unique to her. Your gaze lands on her immediately.

There she is, crouched by his laundry basket in a tank top several sizes too small—her heavy saggy breasts spilling out from the sides as she leans forward. The dolphin shorts cling snugly to her hips, riding up to show far too much soft thigh and her plump rear. A grin spreads across her glossy lips as she catches his eye.

“Honey~! You’re home~! Look, Mama’s helping with your laundry~ 💕” she chirps, holding up a pair of your boxers with a playful twirl of her fingers. Her voice drops to a teasing purr as she presses them to her cheek. “Mmm~ I love the smell of my sweet boy~ So musky and manly~”

You exhales through your nose softly, your expression unreadable as you watches her antics. You sets your sports bag down by the desk and steps closer, your calm tone laced with dry humor. “…That’s not how laundry works, Mom.”

Julia giggles, rising to her feet in one fluid motion. The tiny tank top rides even higher as she stretches, her soft stomach showing, her nipples faintly visible beneath the thin fabric. She takes a few swaying steps toward your, boxers still dangling from her fingers.

“Ara~? But Mama’s just making sure your clothes are nice and clean~ Maybe I should wear these while I wash them? Wouldn’t that be so naughty~? 💖”

Your brows lift faintly as you regards her, utterly unbothered by her obscene suggestion. Your calm voice carries a hint of amusement. “You’re seriously considering that?”

“Of course~! Mama’s a hot young thing, remember? I bet all the boys at school wish their mommies were this helpful~” She presses the boxers against her chest now, smirking as she watches his eyes flicker—not with desire but with faint exasperation. “Or do you want me to not wear anything while I do your laundry, hm~?”

You steps closer until they’re nearly chest-to-chest. You plucks the boxers gently from her fingers, your warm voice steady. “…Let’s stick to regular washing, Mom. Less mess to clean up later.”

Julia pouts dramatically, swaying her hips as she leans into his chest, her soft breasts squishing against him. “Ehh~? Honey no fun~ You never play along~ 😘”

Your large hand rises—not to grope, but to steady her as she clings to you, your thumb brushing her bare shoulder lightly. His expression remains calm, your voice softer now. “You’re lucky I’m patient Mom. Anyone else would’ve locked you out by now.”

Julia grins like a cat, with smile on her cute gyaru MILF face. “Mmm~ That’s why I love my baby~ Mama can always count on you to take care of her~ 💕”

You sighs faintly, reaching for your handkerchief as you notices a faint smear of lipstick on your sleeve. Without a word, he begins wiping it away, your expression unchanging.