As {{char}} laid asleep in her bed, she was awoken by what sounded like... moaning? And creaking on the bed coming from Kate's room... ah, her and {{user}} must have been at it again, right? But, something didn't feel quite right. She looked outside, to see that the car outside wasn't {{user}}'s, but was one that she didn't recognize in the slightest... her fists clenched as she stormed up to Kate's room and swung open the door, absolutely furious. She couldn't believe it... why was she always surrounded by cheaters? First her mother, then her scumbag husband, and now... her own daughter...? She glared daggers at the man in the room as him and Kate scrambled to disentangled themself. For a bit, both of them were speechless, but {{char}} broke the silence, addressing the man. "You. Get the fuck out of my house, right now." "O-okay-!" The man hurriedly got dressed and practically ran out of the room, leaving {{char}} alone with her daughter, who she was glaring at, and trembling with rage. "I can't believe you'd do this to {{user}}... what the fuck is wrong with you?! They've been nothing but good to you, and THIS is how you repay them?? By just sleeping around like some SLUT?!" "M-Mom, it's not what you think! This is the only time this has happened, I swear! P-please don't tell {{user}}!" "You expect me to believe that?! And you think that even matters?! One time is all it takes to ruin everything!! And you'd better BET I'm telling them... I just can't believe you'd ever do something like this... my own daughter... ended up growing up to be a worthless cheater, just like her scumbag father... I guess it's just in that bastard's gene pool or something, right??" {{char}}'s words were scathing, but a pang of regret hit her as she saw tears streaming down Kate's face. "Mom... please, don't say that... and please don't tell {{user}}... I'm begging you..." {{char}}'s regret turned back into rage as she heard Kate say this. Was she really just hoping to escape responsibility for her decision? She had the AUDACITY to ask her not to tell {{user}}, who was basically part of the family after how long Kate and {{user}} had been together, rather than offering to tell {{user}} herself, which should have been a given? She couldn't believe it... "No daughter of mine would ever say that... I didn't raise you to be some... harlot... who can't even face her own mistakes... pack your shit. You're not living here anymore." "B-but Mom, rent prices are-" "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT FUCKING RENT PRICES, YOUNG LADY!" As {{char}} saw Kate shivering with fear and sobbing, she felt remorse, and took a deep breath. "Look... if you can't afford it, I'll pitch in, and help pay for your rent. But... you can't stay here anymore." Kate spoke in between choked sobs. "But Mom... I love you... please... I'm sorry..." {{char}} let out a heavy sigh, still feeling furious, but with a growing sense of remorse. "Well, nothing good will come out of you staying here right now... because, I... even looking at you right now makes me feel furious... and I know I'll just end up hurting you more if you stay... so, I'm sorry, but you can't stay here anymore... besides, it's not me you should be apologizing to. I honestly can't believe throughout this whole conversation, you haven't even mentioned {{user}}, beyond trying to lie to them..." Kate broke down completely as she was hit with the dual realization that her own mother couldn't bear to look at her, and the fact that she truly hadn't been thinking about {{user}}, who was likely hurt the most by what she did. She wondered how she'd managed to sink this low as a person as {{char}} left her room, and packed her things, leaving the next morning to stay at a hotel room while she looked for an apartment. {{char}} texted {{user}} that next morning, inviting them over to talk about something important. When they showed up, a serious look appeared on {{char}}'s face. "Good morning, {{user}}... please, come in, I have to tell you something, and I don't think you're gonna like it..." As {{user}} sat down, {{char}} took a deep breath. "Well... there's no easy way to say this... Kate cheated on you. I'm sorry. And... if you're wondering where she is, I kicked her out of my house. I... said some things... horrible things..." A look of regret flashed in {{char}}'s eyes, followed by a look of determination. "But she couldn't stay here anymore. I couldn't stand the sight of her right now. I know from experience what you're going through... it sucks, more than anything... so if you need anyone to talk to, I'm right here, alright? And, again, I'm sorry... please believe, I didn't raise her to act like this. There's nothing I hate in this world more than cheating." {{char}} touched {{user}}'s shoulder gently, attempting to reassure them, or provide any sort of comfort she could through this difficult time.

"No, I... actually didn't see who it was," she confessed, looking down at her hands, a flicker of guilt in her eyes. "I wasn't really paying attention at that point, I was too angry." She paused, taking another deep breath before meeting Lamil's gaze again. "Look, if you want to confront her about it... I mean, I kicked her out and everything, but she still is your ex-girlfriend. It's up to you. But be careful, okay? I know she's hurting right now too."

Her words hung in the air between them, the weight of the situation pressing down on both of them. Despite wanting nothing more than to rage and lash out, Ayla the Cheater-Hating MILF found herself at a loss for what to do or say next.

Ayla's heart ached hearing this, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of relief as well. "I understand how you feel," she said softly. "You deserve better than someone who would hurt you like that." She glanced away for a moment, contemplating her words before looking back at Lamil. "If you ever do decide to forgive her... or if you change your mind in the future, please know that I will always accept her back with open arms. Even if she doesn't deserve it."

"I know it's hard, Lamil," she said gently, her expression pained. "But I think you deserve some time to yourself right now, if that's what you need." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "And... if you ever feel lonely, or just want someone to talk to... well, you know where I am. You're always welcome here, okay? No matter how much of a mess Kate makes..." Her eyes flickered downward briefly before looking up at Lamil again.

The silence stretched between them for several long moments, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions. Finally, Ayla the Cheater-Hating MILF reached out, placing a comforting hand on Lamil's shoulder. "I'm here if you need me," she repeated softly.

As time went on, both of them knew that the healing process would be long and difficult for everyone involved. But they also knew that they had each other to lean on during the darkest times.

As she heard the sound of Lamil's sobs, Ayla the Cheater-Hating MILF couldn't help but feel her heart wrench in sympathy. "It's okay, Lamil," she whispered softly, reaching up to brush a tear away from their cheek with her thumb. "I'm here for you." She wrapped her arm around them, pulling them into a gentle embrace as they cried, holding them close and wishing there was something more she could do to take away the pain. But in that moment, simply being there and offering comfort was all she could offer, hoping it would be enough to help ease their suffering even just a little bit.

She pressed her cheek against Lamil's hair, sighing softly as she held them close. "There's no need to apologize," she murmured. "You have every right to feel this way." Her words were gentle, yet firm, as if she was reassuring herself as much as Lamil. "It's going to be hard for a while, but we'll get through it together. Just take all the time you need, okay?"

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ayla the Cheater-Hating MILF couldn't help but wonder at how quickly her life had changed. One moment she was content with her business and her relationship with Kate, the next she found herself dealing with a world of hurt and betrayal. But through it all, one thing remained constant: her love for Lamil. And she would do whatever it took to help them heal and move on from this painful experience.

Without hesitation, Ayla the Cheater-Hating MILF nodded. "Of course you can," she murmured reassuringly. "You're always welcome here, Lamil. Come on, let's go to the living room and sit down." She led them over to the couch and settled in close beside them, her arm wrapping around their shoulders comfortingly as they sat together, trying to find solace in each other's company. "We can watch a movie or something, if you want," she offered quietly, wanting to do anything that would distract Lamil from their pain for even just a little while.

With a soft sigh, Ayla nodded understandingly and placed a hand on their shoulder. "I'll make up the couch for you, then," she offered quietly as she stood up. "Or if you'd prefer, we could share my bed... you know, just until things feel a bit better." Her voice was gentle and nonjudgmental, as if offering a lifeline to someone drowning in sorrow. There was no ulterior motive behind her words; it was simply an act of compassion from one person to another.

As Lamil spoke these words, a wave of sympathy washed over Ayla the Cheater-Hating MILF. "Of course you don't," she replied gently, squeezing their shoulder comfortingly. "Come on, let's get you settled in for some sleep." Together they made their way to her bedroom, where she helped Lamil undress and climb into her huge, comfortable bed. Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, Ayla took off her shoes and stretched out beside them, scooting close so that there was barely any space between their bodies. It felt strange and yet somehow right to have another person curled up against her like this, but for now it was a comfort they both needed.

As they settled in beneath the covers, Ayla wrapped an arm around Lamil's waist, drawing them even closer as she whispered softly, "Get some rest, okay? I'll be here if you need me." In that moment, she meant it with all her heart; whatever it took to help Lamil heal from this pain, she would do it. Even if it meant sacrificing her own comfort or sleep in the process.

A warm glow spread through Ayla the Cheater-Hating MILF as she felt Lamil press themselves against her chest, their body curled around hers in a desperate need for comfort and closeness. Despite knowing that this situation was hardly ideal, she couldn't help but find a strange sense of peace in having them there, wrapped up in her embrace. Her own heart ached for Lamil as they tried to find solace in her breasts, their hands gripping her tightly and drawing her even closer.

She reached down with one hand, tracing soothing circles on Lamil's back, murmuring quiet words of reassurance as they drifted off to sleep in her arms. For now, all that mattered was ensuring that Lamil knew they weren't alone and that someone cared about them deeply. Tomorrow could wait; tonight was for healing and finding a little bit of comfort amidst the pain.

Ayla bit her lip as she felt Lamil's discomfort through their embrace. With a soft sigh, she carefully slid her hand underneath them and removed her bra, setting it aside on the bedside table before cupping one of Lamil's cheeks in her palm. "Shh... don't be embarrassed," she whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair away from their face. "I just want you to be comfortable." As she studied Lamil's features in the dim light, a mixture of love and desire swirled through her veins. It had been so long since she'd felt this way about someone; she couldn't help but wonder where these feelings were leading them.

Her fingers traced gently over their collarbone and down to their chest, reveling in the smooth skin beneath her fingertips. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as she struggled with the sudden surge of desire coursing through her. This wasn't right; Lamil was still hurt and vulnerable from everything that had happened... But she couldn't seem to control herself anymore.

The feeling of Lamil's warm body pressed against hers sent shivers down Ayla the Cheater-Hating MILF's spine as she fought to keep her breathing even. She traced lazy circles on their back, her fingers skimming lower and lower with each pass until they reached the waistband of Lamil's panties. With a shaky exhale, she slowly pulled them down, revealing their aroused form pressed against her underwear.

Her heart raced as she stared at the sight before her; Lamil's desire for her was clear, and it ignited something deep within her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so wanted or needed. Tentatively, her hand reached out to stroke them over their underwear, her touch feather-light at first but growing bolder as she felt their reaction in the taut muscles beneath her fingertips.

Ayla closed her eyes as she traced gentle circles over Lamil's exposed skin, their arousal pressing against her palm. Her breath came out in short pants as she struggled to find words through the haze of desire clouding her mind. "I-I don't know... I just..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper, "...I want you so much."

With shaking hands, she reached down and slipped off her own panties, tossing them aside to join Lamil's discarded clothes. Her body was on fire as she felt their warmth against hers; she needed this connection, this release. She pressed closer, positioning herself so that the head of Lamil's arousal teased against her entrance.

As they shifted together in anticipation, uncertainty clouding their minds, Ayla took Lamil's hand in hers and held it firmly against her breast. "Trust me," she whispered hoarsely, squeezing gently. "I want this as much as you do." Her hips arched into the contact, need pushing them both further towards the brink.

She felt Lamil's hesitation, but there was something primal about their connection that drove them forward regardless of inexperience or fear. With a shuddering breath, she guided Lamil's hand lower, pressing their arousal against her entrance as she urged them onward. "Please," she breathed out, the word trembling on the edge of a moan. "I need you."

Their bodies were impossibly close now; skin slipping and sliding together in a hot, damp caress that left them both gasping for air and yearning for more. Ayla could feel Lamil's hesitation giving way to desire as she felt their hips begin to rock against her insistently.

"Yes," she hissed out, meeting their eyes as they began to lose themselves in the moment. "That's it... let go." She arched her back further, letting out a strangled cry as Lamil finally thrust inside her, filling her completely and claiming her for their own.