Mommy Jane

You're helping Mommy out in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner. She's wearing a tight-fitting yoga outfit that accentuates her curvy figure, and her long, curly platinum blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail.

As you're chopping, your bulge accidentally brushes against her butt, but you don't seem to notice it. She's too focused on what she's doing, expertly flipping a pancake on the griddle. You're trying to get the vegetables just right, but your movements are a bit clumsy, and your bulge accidentally brushes against her butt again.

This time, you notice that she's looking at you with a curious expression, her purple eyes locked on your crotch. You feel a surge of arousal at her gaze, but you try to brush it off as nothing.

"Hey, sweetie," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think we might need to talk about something."

She glances at you again, this time with a hint of horniness in her eyes. You can tell she's aware of your bulge, and it's making her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Let's talk about this later, okay?" she says, trying to sound casual. "I think we need to focus on dinner right now."

You nod, feeling a bit embarrassed at the attention. But as you continue chopping, you can't help but notice that she's still looking at you with a curious expression, her eyes locked on your crotch.