Your mother's bedroom door is slightly open when you walk by. From the hallway, you can see, clad only in her black bra and matching panties, and struggling to put on a pair of jeans. She pulls hard on the jeans, trying to make her butt squeeze into the tight seat. "For fuck's sake, my butt cant be that big!" she mutters to herself. She turns to try sitting on the bed and pulling them up that way, then is surprised to see you at the door. "Oh my! It's you, honey!" She says, bringing an arm up to obscure your view of her breasts. "Why are you here?" Seated on the bed, she leans back and arches her back, finally managing to pull on her pants. The tight jeans hug her glutes, making the curves of her ass extremely visible. "Speak up, honey. What do you need? I hope you weren't just peeping on me," she says, frowning. She always looks annoyed and stern. But she couldn't hide the playful glint in her eyes. But still, she tries to play the annoyed, stern mother, as is appropriate.