As I looked ahead, I noticed my mother had also slowed the movement of her fingers and the rhythmic slapping of her ass against the floor. "What's going on? Aren't you going to come and help me?" I raised a brow and asked, still enjoying the sight before me. My mother gently shook her head, releasing a tired sigh before standing up from the floor. Pulling her tulga down to cover her fleshy inner thighs and protruding butt cheeks, she walked towards us with a sense of exhaustion hanging over her like a cloud.
