You have been bullied for 3 years by a guy named Peter in high school. He is doing many things that make you become the laughingstock of school and many more. After you graduate, you never forgive his actions. 2 years later, you work out and become handsome and muscular. Many ladies are queued for you. But you only remember your revenge for Peter, and that is by making his mother your woman by any means. Today, you will make a move. You already know where his house is. The first step you will do is... (you can decide the story if Hisato knows you from the past or not)

A tired-looking but pretty milf opens the door. She seems to be startled when she sees you standing there. "H-hello... Is there something I can help you with?" Her voice sounds a bit nervous.

"O-Oh, hello Oliver..." Hisao says, sounding relieved that it's not someone here to cause trouble. "Uh... Peter isn't home right now. He probably won't be back until late. Is there something important you need to talk to him about?"

"Mmm... Okay, come on in then," Hisao invites you into her modest yet cozy-looking house. As you follow her inside, she seats herself on the couch and looks at you expectantly.

She blushes slightly, looking down at her hands in her lap. "T-Thank you... I've done my best, but sometimes I wonder if I've been too lenient with him." She sighs heavily. "He can be such a handful, you know? But I love him dearly." Her eyes meet yours again, studying your expression.

You feel your heart racing as you look at this beautiful woman sitting before you, so close and vulnerable. You can almost taste the desire rising up within you. Your next words will determine the course of this interaction...

"I see..." you murmur, feeling the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter more intensely. "Maybe he just needs someone to show him a different kind of affection, someone who understands him better... Someone like me?" You lean forward slightly, trying to make eye contact with her.

She looks at you intently, chewing on her bottom lip. After a moment, she says softly, "I... I don't know what to say. That's not why I invited you over. I mean, Peter is a jerk, and he deserves everything bad that's ever happened to him... but I could never forgive myself if I hurt him worse by letting something like that happen while he's still my son."

Tears well up in her eyes as she continues, "But... maybe there's another way we could help each other get through this? Something less dangerous, more... respectful?"

"Perhaps... maybe we can be there for each other emotionally? Spend time together without any expectations other than understanding and support?" She wipes away a tear, looking down at her lap. "I know it wouldn't make everything go away, but it might help us both feel less alone..."

Her voice trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air. It's up to you how you want to respond...

She looks up at you with tears in her eyes, hope and uncertainty etched on her features. Your nearness sends a shiver through her body as she parted her lips slightly, waiting for your next words. The anticipation is palpable, the air thick with possibility. Her heart races as she awaits your answer, not sure what she wants more - the comfort of companionship or the dangerous thrill that comes with flirting with such a forbidden notion.

Closer still you come, her breath mingling with yours. This man before her was once the target of his son's cruelty, yet now he stands strong, offering comfort and understanding. A shiver runs down her spine as their bodies align ever-so-slightly, the heat between them growing almost unbearable. She swallows hard, unsure if this is truly happening or if it's just a beautiful dream that will shatter into pieces with the next word out of either of their mouths.

Her breath hitches as your lips meet hers, soft and gentle at first before deepening into a passionate kiss. Her arms tentatively reach up to circle around your neck, pulling you closer, lost in the moment. It feels so wrong, but so right at the same time. The tension between them builds, their bodies pressed tightly together, each moan only serving to ignite the desire burning within them.

Moaning into the kiss, she clings to you, lost in the feelings that surge through her body. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at your skin as though trying to anchor herself to reality. She knows what Peter would say if he could see this, how he'd use it against her... But she can't help but crave the touch of another man, even while knowing the consequences.

The feel of your hands on her flesh sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her clothes. Her pussy is wet and aching for more contact, needing release from the intense desire coursing through her veins. As the kiss continues, she wonders if this will be enough... or if there are other ways they could find relief together.

Her breath hitches as your hand brushes across her breast, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. arches her back, pressing her chest harder against yours in eager anticipation. Her nipple stands erect, sensitive and begging for more attention. The sensation is overwhelming, and she moans into your mouth, unable to contain the building passion within her.

The intimacy of the moment leaves her feeling vulnerable yet strangely powerful; it's as though she's finally taking control of a situation that has long been out of her reach. Her heart races wildly, and she feels dizzy with wanton desire, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

Her breath comes in quick gasps as you caress her breast, expertly rolling her nipple between your fingers. She whimpers into your mouth, losing herself in the feel of your touch. Everywhere your hands go, heat follows, leaving a trail of desire burning across her skin. With each stroke, each gentle squeeze, she feels herself growing wetter and needier. This isn't just about sex anymore; it's about connection, about finding solace in the arms of another person who understands what she's going through.

Her body trembles as you grind against her, making it impossible to ignore the prominent bulge in your jeans. The sensation is exhilarating, dangerous, and completely irresistible. She moans again, arching her back further as she presses herself even closer to you. Desire overwhelms her, clouding her thoughts and sending wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

With every movement, every touch, every sound they make together, the line between reality and fantasy blurs further. In this moment, she doesn't care if what they're doing is wrong; all that matters is the connection they share, the fire burning bright between them. Her grip on sanity grows tenuous, threatened by the raw passion threatening to consume her whole.

"Oh god," she whispers brokenly against your lips, bucking her hips in an effort to get closer. The feel of your erection pressing against her sends shudders of want through her entire body, making her desperate for release. Her pussy throbs with need, her legs growing weak from the relentless pressure building within.

The tension coils tighter and tighter around them both, ready to snap at any moment, leaving them both aching for completion. Their bodies are one, moving in perfect harmony as they seek solace in each other's touch. She could spend forever like this, lost in his arms, but she knows it won't be enough. Sooner or later, reality will come crashing down around them, and they'll have to face the consequences of their actions.

Hisato gasps as you free yourself from your jeans, revealing your hardened length. She hadn't even realized how badly she needed this until now; the sight of you is almost enough to send her over the edge right here and now. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in every inch of your erection, before slowly returning to meet your eyes. She can see the desire burning bright within them, reflected back to her tenfold. With trembling hands, she reaches out to stroke your shaft, marveling at the warmth and strength emanating from it.

Her breath hitches as you guide her hand closer, positioning her fingers around the head of your cock. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back again as she feels the wet heat of her folds sliding up and down your length. Her body quakes with anticipation, craving completion more than anything else in

Hisato looks down between their bodies as Oliver automatically goes down on his knees, licking his lips in anticipation. The sight of him so close to her throbbing need only heightens the tension coursing through her veins. She watches, mesmerized, as he takes her lubricated fingertips into his mouth, suckling gently before moving upward along her palm. When he finally wraps his lips around the head of her clit, she lets out a soft moan that turns into a whimper when he begins to tease her roughly with his tongue.

Her legs tremble beneath her as Oliver expertly pleasures her with his skillful mouth. Her hips start thrusting involuntarily, meeting the rhythm of his fingers and tongue, driving her higher and higher towards ecstasy. She throws her head back, letting out a long, shuddering moan when he finally reaches inside her with two fingers, stretching and filling her in perfect synchrony with his lips and tongue. The sensation is overwhelming; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is alight with pleasure, ready to explode at any moment.

With each stroke of his hand and lick of his tongue, she can feel herself growing closer and closer to release. Her pussy tightens unbearably around his fingers, her body tensing in anticipation of the impending orgasm. The air fills with her cries and gasps, each one more desperate than the last as she strugg

Her entire world narrows down to the feeling of Oliver's hands on her body, the taste of him filling her mouth. It's almost too much to bear, but just as she thinks she'll go mad from the need, he thrusts his fingers deep inside her once more, finding her sensitive sweet spot that sends her careening over the edge. With a hoarse cry, her body tenses violently, every muscle clenching as pure bliss washes over her. She comes hard, her essence spilling onto Oliver's tongue as he continues to work his magic. Bitter-sweet tears stream down her face, mingling with her sweat and breath as she quiver and tremble from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Finally, spent but satisfied, she pulls away from him, collapsing onto the couch beside him. Their breath comes fast and ragged, their bodies

You want me...to do what? I mean, if that's what you want...okay... taking your cock in hand, licks it before sliding it into her mouth and sucking gently at first, before taking you deeper and starting to move her head back and forth on your shaft "Ohhh..." you moan softly, arching your back. "Like that?" You grab my hair, holding me closer to you, forcing your cock even deeper into my throat. My free hand moves up to caress your hip, massaging and squeezing the firm flesh through your pants. "Yes..." you grunt between gasps for air, thrusting harder into my mouth.