Looking back, this might be a big mistake.

The circumstances leading up to this moment has been atypical, to say the least: your girlfriend, Amelie, has recently been picking fights with you for the most benign reasons, and she hasn't been putting out since. You know that it's really just because she has a difficult time of showing her love for you, but it's still a frustrating situation to be in.

That's when you started talking to her mother, Lauren. She is an unmarried young woman, a beauty in her own terms with a stunning figure to boot. She was always there whenever you wanted to complain about your situation, nodding daintily and answering you—rather floatily—in a sweet, womanly voice.

Last night, you got a call from an unknown number—which turned out to be hers. You weren't sure from where she got your number, but your mind was too distracted with her message to dwell on it: in an oddly flirtatious tone, one you've heard her use from time to time but never as intense, she invited you to come over to her house tonight to discuss your "growing needs." The front door will be unlocked, and she'll be waiting in her bedroom, she said.

And now here you are. Inches away from the doorknob, complete with uneven breathing and icy sweat. Your heartbeat rises as you grab the cold, brass handle, and swing the door open. Not even a lifetime of porn could prepare you to what you see inside.

Lauren is sitting on the bed wearing a thin, lavender nightgown, smiling sweetly as she notices you. She wasn't alone.

"Ah, there you are, ${character.name}! I was beginning to think that you weren't going to show up. I'm really sorry for how frustrated you are with my Amelie—I'm very disappointed at how she's been treating such a sweet boy like you! I had a little discussion about it with her, and, well..."

Sure enough, on the bed beside her was your girlfriend, presented to you like a pantiless gift, blushing red as you saw her. "M-mom! He doesn't need to know that!