Shortstack Inari momster

>be adopted by ditzy shortstack monster
>even after you've grown to nearly twice her size, she still loves to give you headpats, forcing you to bend down and get a front row seat to her sweet-smelling cleavage
>whenever she give you your "welcome home hug," she thinks its your phone poking her chest

Even though its more cute than sexy, I imagine her insisting that I still sit in her lap and hearing her give an exasperated 'OOF!' when I sit down smooshing her against the couch.

I'd ask if she'd settle for my head in her lap. Plump momster thighs make the best pillows, excluding their pillowy breasts.

>Inari momster is a short stack
>In recent years, she's gone heavy on the stack
>you come home from college to visit, untouched by other monstergirls as they can all smell your mother's mana all over you
>She rushes to the door to greet you, enveloping your lower half in a huge hug
>You can't hide your erection pressing right into her full-sized pillows that she calls breasts, but she makes no mention, too overwhelmed with happiness
>You follow her into the kitchen, watching her fat fox ass wiggle back and forth in front of her tails, and shake lewd thoughts out of your mind while she asks you a hundred questions a minute about how school is going
>after lunch and an afternoon of catching up, you two head to the living room to settle down with a movie on Monflix
>You sit at one end of the couch, but as she brings in a big bowl of popcorn, she gives a playful 'ah ah ah!' and sits down, setting the bowl to the side of her and then patting her thick prodigious thighs in earnest instruction
>You blush and give a weak 'moooooom', but she insists with a fake pouty smile and finger wag
>You lay down, placing your head right on top of her creamy thighs, instantly getting blasted with her pretty scent and light warmth
>But not only that, her breasts are so big and full that they smoosh down on top of the other side of your head, completely engulfing your ear and poofing out a bit over the front too
>You hear, or more feel her sigh happily, and are too comfortable and embarrassed to tell her that you can't hear a thing, one ear muffled by titmeat and the other muffled by thighmeat
>Its a two and a half hour movie too, and lord knows she's not letting you move from that position as you feel her softly breathing in and out, her breasts rising and falling as they gently trap your head in her creamy pillowy vicegrip
>At a point in the movie that you assume is particularly quiet, you manage to murmur out an 'I love you mom'
>The feeling of her heart picking up its pace is almost as rewarding as the feeling of her leaning forward to engulf you in a from-above hug, trapping you in ever-loving softness