Jim, eager to explore this strange bordello despite all of the warning signs of the strange situation in which it existed and how he stumbled across it, stepped up to the door marked with the image of a plump woman sitting on a small boy's face. What sort of delights would be in store, he wondered.
Jim opened the door and stepped inside. A woman, probably in her early forties, slightly plump, stood in the shadows on the other end of the room, face hidden. There was something strangely familiar about the woman, but Jim's mind was too clouded with eagerness to pay heed. "Hello?"
"Jim!" The woman stepped forward, into the light. Jim's jaw dropped. It was someone he knew. Her body wasn't quite the same, with a wider est of hips, a full, round ass, and breasts that made her body a curvy hourglass. Clad in a thin sun dress, she ran a long-nailed hand through her beautiful red hair. "At last! Oh, my darling baby!"
Jim couldn't believe it. "M-Mom?!"
"Oh, sweetie," Jim's mother Cheryl took him by the hand. "Mommy's going to take good care of you!"
Jim pulled out of his shock long enough to ask a simple question. "M-Mom, what are you doing here?"
"Don't you worry about that," Cheryl escorted Jim to a bed. "Now you just get nice and comfy."
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