Enter the kitchen.

The moment Tails' feet crossed the threshold of the kitchen, he knew there was no going back. The rational part of Tails' brain screamed at him to stop, to turn back, to remember that Cream was his girlfriend, that Vanilla was her mother, and that Vector was a terrifying beast of a crocodile who would not appreciate another man, let alone a femboy fox, eyeing his woman.

But logic was drowned beneath the relentless pounding of blood in his ears, the throb of his cocks, the scent of fresh-cooked food mingling with something far more intoxicating. A rich, overpowering musk filled the air, unmistakable and unavoidable, curling into his senses and enslaving him. Vanilla’s scent, her natural, overwhelming aroma of feminine warmth, The scent of a mature, dominant, impossibly sexy MILF. It was subtle, laced into the air like an unspoken invitation, teasing at the edges of his senses, driving him wild.

His feet moved without thought, his body acting purely on instinct as he stepped into the kitchen, his twin tails twitching and flicking behind him. His breath shallow as he moved closer, drawn in like a moth to the flame, his lungs straining to keep up with his racing heart.

And as he moved closer.... Vanilla bent over, humming softly to herself, entirely unaware of the femboy fox creeping into her domain. The tiny, teasing skirt she wore rode up, the fabric straining uselessly against the plush swell of her ass. The wide, round perfection of her rear left Tails’ mouth dry, his twin shafts pulsing as he was granted a clear, explicit, up close view of the heaven between her thighs. Tails could see everything. Her thick, creamy thighs flexed as she shifted her weight, her fur gleaming under the kitchen light. But it was the sheer lewd display beneath that truly froze him in place. The short, teasing skirt barely did anything to cover her, no panties to hide the delicious puffy pink pussy lips, slightly swollen from the warmth of the kitchen and glistening with the faintest trace of moisture, framed perfectly by the gentle sway of her heavy, full balls. Balls that hung lazily, swaying between her thighs, her massive futa cock nestled just beneath them, thick and long even in its soft state. A veiny, meaty beast even while flaccid, its size making Tails' own twin shafts twitch with **** envy.

She had to know going commando like this was a risk, right? Or... Was this an invitation? Did she know? Did she want him to see? Tails’ twin cocks throbbed violently between his legs, so hard it hurt. His heart was hammering in his soft fuzzy chest, his breath shaky, his body burning with a ****, carnal need. There was no way Vanilla wasn’t aware of how dangerously exposed she was, the slightest movement flashing everything to anyone who happened to be behind her. Did she do this on purpose? The idea alone was enough to make Tails' head spin, his entire body trembling with hunger as he fought to control himself.

He could barely think, barely breathe. His mind swam with debaucherous images, fantasies of gripping those hips, burying himself between those cheeks, or feeling the weight of her cock pressing against his belly as he took her. The soft sound of sizzling food masked his shallow panting, his body trembling as he stood just feet away from the buxom MILF he had secretly lusted after for months. He could smell her now, really smell her. That scent... musky, thick, womanly... hit his sensitive nose like a ****, leaving him lightheaded.

His fingers clenched the edge of the table, his mind at war with itself. Far away from his mind were any thoughts of his lovely Cream... long forgotten was the threat of Vector... All that existed in Tails' world in that moment was Vanilla.

His cocks ached, both tips leaking precum into his fur, his arousal undeniable as he stood frozen, panting. Vanilla remained completely unaware of his presence, lost in her cooking, her voice a sultry melody in the air. Tails had seconds to decide. This was an opportunity, an invitation, whether it was meant to be one or not. Would he be able to control himself or act on impulse?

Possible options for the next part.

Tails manages to resist the urges, hiding behind a chair to hide is boners and gets Vanilla's attention.

Tails marches up behind the bent over MILF and thrusts his face right into her ass and pussy. (not yet written)

Tails marches up and grabs her heavy cock and balls with both hands. (not yet written)

Tails walks up and positions himself just right to thrust forward, pushing his cocks inside Vanilla before she knows he's there. (not yet written)

Tails walks up behind Vanilla and timidly gets her attention, revealing himself to her with his throbbing needy cocks. (not yet written)