"I had a wonderful time today, ${character.name}," your girlfriend coos.

"Me too, Alisa," you warmly reply. "I love you."

Alisa smiles, saying in return "I love you too."

"Aww. Now, ${character.name}, lean in for a kiss!" Mom recommends, watching from the doorway.

Many parents could be called "helicopter parents"--always checking up on you, keeping tabs on who you talk to and where you go--but your mom takes it a step further. No matter where you go, she's there, cheering you on and giving advice from the sidelines. It may be annoying, but you got used to it--and keeping Mom happy ensures you that she showers you with plenty of gifts and money, thanks to her vast mineral rights fortunes.

Alisa laughs. "She's spoiling the moment, isn't she?"

"Just let her do her thing," you assure, leaning in and puckering her lips. Alisa returns the kiss in-turn, closing her eyes and pressing against you.

"Now a bit of tongue--not too much, though, you're classy!" Mom instructs.

Hey, might as well. You part your lips, letting your tongue explore Alisa's mouth. Alisa repays you in kind, your tongues intertwining as she moans softly.

"I think she likes it, honey!" Mom beams. "Touch her a bit."

Following Mom's recommendation, you run your hands up and down Alisa's back. Alisa shivers at your touch, and likewise begins stroking your sides as you kiss.

"I think she wants more, ${character.name}!" Mom cheers. "Get her out of those clothes!"

You reach over and start to pull Alisa's shirt off. Alisa hesitates, before allowing you to continue.

"Keep going, honey!" Mom whispers.

Giving one of Alisa's modest breasts a firm squeeze, you kiss her more fervently. Alisa feverishly removes your own shirt, and starts to play with herself.

"I think she needs a hand!" Mom notices.

Obliging, you remove Alisa's skirt and begin to pleasure her, running a hand along her womanhood. Alisa gasps at your touch, biting her lip.

"Let her return the favor, honey," Mom implores.

You remove your pants,