Mama comes out

Alex, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and irritation, quickly stood up, his huge cock slapping against his thigh. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I just... I don't know what came over me."

Ophelia rolled her eyes, "You're such a dirty pig. Get some napkins and wipe this off," she said, her voice harsh but with a hint of amusement. She watched his hulking figure walk into the bathroom, his cock still half-erect

Alex entered the bathroom and saw that it seemed like an ordinary one, nothing special: a bathtub, a shower, a toilet. Everything was the same as last time. However, Alex didn't notice that now there were heart-shaped drawings on the tiles covering the walls around the shower, and everything itself was pink. Alex went to the sink to get some napkins, but he completely failed to notice that the soap was now made in the shape of a cock. After searching through the cabinet for a bit, passing Viagra and genital enhancement pills, he finally found the regular pink wipes.

When he returned, she took them from him and dropped to her knees, her ass sticking up in the air, to which Alex stood up and stared like an idiot, his cock twitching. She began to wipe away the cum, a determined look on her face. "You're going to have to be more careful from now on," she scolded, her voice firm but not angry. "We can't let Mom see this!"

Alex couldn't help but stare at her ass as she worked, the way the pink light fell on it, making it look like a delicious peach ready to be devoured. He felt his cock twitch again, and he had to **** himself to look away.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "I'll be more careful next time."

Ophelia glanced over her shoulder at him, a slutty smirk playing on her lips. "No need to apologize," she said, her eyes glittering with understanding. "I just don't want to explain why the house smells like a college dorm after a successful final."

They both laughed, and the tension in the room eased a little.

Suddenly, the sound of high heels clacking on the wooden floor interrupted them. They both froze as Ophelia's mother, Mrs. Nettle, appeared at the end of the hallway, looking as if she'd just stepped off the set of a MILF porn movie. Her once sensible work attire had transformed into a hypersexualized outfit that left nothing to the imagination. Her skirt barely covered her voluptuous ass, which was now more pronounced and tight than ever before. The blazer was so short it was practically a crop top, revealing her ample cleavage that spilled out of a lacy pink bra that could barely contain her large, round tits. Her eyes, heavily made up with eye shadow, were typical of an office woman behind glasses. And her bobbed blonde hair bounced with each step, drawing Alex's gaze to her face, which was caked with makeup that highlighted her high cheekbones and full, glossy lips.

"Ophelia, what is the meaning of this... this... desecration!" she shrieked, like a dumb bimbo, as her eyes landing on the cum-covered statuette.

Ophelia's cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, and she stumbled over her words. "Mom, it was an accident, I swear!"

Mrs. Nettle marched over, her heels echoing through the house. She picked up the statuette, holding it at arm's length as if it were a piece of rotten fruit. "Look at this!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of anger and disgust. "It's all covered in cum! It's ruined!"

Alex felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He had always had a bit of a crush on Mrs. Nettle, but now he was face to face with the reality of what had happened. She was a stunning woman, even more so than her daughter, and now she was furious with them.