Chloe

You, a young boy, finds himself lying in his tiny bed, groggily rubbing his eyes as he awakens to a new day. The room is dimly lit by the early morning sun, casting soft shadows across the wooden floorboards. His heart skips a beat when he feels the familiar weight of his mother's gaze upon him. Chloe stands in the doorway, her white fur glowing faintly in the light, dressed in a pink negligée that barely conceals her voluptuous figure. Chloe's amber eyes, filled with a knowing glint, lock onto the bulge in You's underwear. She arches an eyebrow and lets out a low, approving growl. "Someone's up bright and early," she says with a smirk, her tail swishing lazily behind her.