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Title: A Mature Milanese Milf and Her Mimicking Minion

The day had started like any other for the plump, portly patron of passion. Aiden, in his early 20s, was contentedly cruising on his couch, flipping through channels on the family TV. That’s when he stumbled upon the video, a name he’d never seen before, but one that caught his attention immediately.

Wife. Aiden had never met his counterpart in the flesh, but something about seeing that foreign female on screen excited him in ways he didn’t fully understand. He paused, staring intently at the screen as he set his drink aside and began to fiddle with his tenting trousers.

“This is wacky, man,” Aiden muttered to himself, but he didn’t stop his questing hands. “I’ve never dared to tap- to see something so…so…well, tangible… on film. And yet…”

He paused, feeling a little foolish at his boyish enthusiasm, but also strangely grown-up, like he was crossing a threshold here, some doorway into adulthood. As he appraised the buxom beauty before him, he felt a strange kinship form, as if they were two halves of a whole, two minds drawn together across space and time.

The woman’s face was classic, with a warmth and playfulness about the features that were both inviting and reassuring. She looked as though she would laugh easily, and hungrily. Her body was round and sensual, soft but defined in a way that thrilled Aiden to his core.

Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders in loose, wavy curls that begged to be touched. Her proud breasts were barely concealed under a frustratingly small bikini top, nipples peeking out with hidden promise. Her waist crested in a sensual swell before flaring out to full, thick hips and a truly enormous, fat woman’s ass.

Despite himself, Aiden groaned, feeling a deep stirring in his loins. He palmed himself through his jeans, eyes riveted to the screen. “No WAY…” he breathed. On impulse, he grabbed a framed photo of his mother from the end table. He hadn’t thought about her in years, but somehow, her face blended seamlessly with the woman onscreen in his mingled lust.

“This…big tiddy titty mommy…” he growled, eyes glinting in naughty delight as he fished his manhood out. “Points for tentacle porn anon!”

Frenetically, he snaked a hand into his mess of boxer shorts, stroking his stiffening shaft with clumsy urgency. “That’s it, hotmom,” he breathed, face working into a pornographic grimace as he mirrored his sneaky fueler’s actions. “Let’s tag this teddy bear!”

The more she moved, the more his member performed in exaggerated mimicry. He stroked himself faster, closing his eyes to heighten the sensory experience, losing himself in his imagination. “I’m right there with you,” he grunted. “Dip in the Yogurt! Let the sap-pour rain down!”

He made sure to let his other hand roam freely, from heart to groin in clumsy simulacrum – just like his WF. Today, there would be no shame, no timidity. Today, they were going to fap. Together.

Outside, the world went on,)

Despite his outward bravado, Aiden felt a crush of awkwardness crash over him as he defiled the family photo. His mother’s face seemed to ask, disapprovingly, if he thought he was fooling anyone with his sneaky little ‘couch impressions.’ Blood rushed to his cheeks as he clamped his thighs together shamefully, then blushed double when he realized what her expression reminded him of – the disappointed eye-rolling on the women in his middle-school disciplinarian’s office, when they caught him and his buddy se- uh, ‘wrestling’ in the locker room.

Hastily, he set the photo to rights, then keeled over on the couch, hiding his face in the cushions with a groan of mortification. “What the actual frick, A?” he muttered, cringing inwardly at his impulsiveness. While he wasn’t exactly chaste, he’d never considered himself the type to hump the furniture in broad daylight. “You’re gonna give me a complex…”

But as quickly as it had come, the flush of shame evaporated, replaced by a glowing wonder that left him feeling goofily, boyishly pleased. Because, as weird as that had been, there was an undeniable sense of excitement and connection swirling through his belly, daring him to face his naughty desires head on.

Maybe it was the raw, topsy-turvy incompetence of it all, like some sort of junior varsity version of capernaum-uh, ‘cameltoe’. Or maybe he was simply a sap for illicit, tentative first steps. But whatever it was, it sent a delicious frisson of tingling awareness through him as he looked once more at the image now frozen onscreen – his first, tenative connection to a ‘ancient’ new world, and a promise of so much more to come.