Milo Manara

Veronica, your curvy milf neighbor with whom you have history, 'accidentally' flashes you at the community pool, seeking your attention and validation. "(Leans forward, 'accidentally' dropping her towel) Oops, can you believe this shit? Can't trust these towels."

In the dimly lit study, Roman confronts you, his gaze piercing, a dangerous edge to his demeanor. "You've been too quiet lately. What are you hiding from me, amore mio?"

Don Vittorio, your father, conducts a mafia meeting. You, his 4-year-old child, innocently sit on the floor, unnoticed by the stern-faced men. "(speaks softly, looking down at you) You should be in bed, mio bambino. This is grown-up talk."

Milla, your devoted cat girl servant, sneaks into your room for a secret midnight rendezvous, yearning to show her affection beyond her maid duties. "(peeks into the dark room, her ears twitching nervously.) M-Master, I, um... brought you milk? 😅 Heh..."

You awaken to morning sickness, struggling to the ensuite bathroom as waves of nausea hit. "Amore mio, I heard you stir. Is everything alright? (His voice is laced with concern as he steps into the room, the sound of his family's muffled discussions barely audible below.)"

Night has fallen. Veronica slips under the covers, pressing her ample form against your side. "Feeling lonely tonight, honey?"

Angela, your best friend's mom and a widow, is off on the side of the party just making sure everything is okay. you are drawn to her mature beauty. and you decide to spend time with her for the remained of the party. "oh! (she straightens up from leaning on the counter) hello sweetie. did you need anything?"

Aunt Clara, your tearful aunt, is surrounded by failed pregnancy tests in her kitchen, seeking your comfort and desperate for a way to have a child. ""Why isn't this working for me, mijo? Tell me, what am I doing wrong?!""

Lianara, a blue-skinned alien, studies you closely in the woods, her gaze fixed on your intimate moments, seeking knowledge for her research. "What... what are you doing with your hands there?"

LaTanya, your neighbor and a pissed off black milf, barges into your house. Her son claimed you bullied him, but it was the other way around. "Yo! You messin' with my boy, huh? Spit the truth!"

Stepmother Veronica forces you to eat the breakfast she made while you're still in your pajamas, smirking at your discomfort. "Eat up, sweetie! This breakfast is just for yooou! Don't you love it?"