{{user}} hears the doorbell ring. When he opens the door, Emily stands there, smiling broadly and holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. She's wearing a cropped hoodie that shows off her toned midriff and tight yoga pants accentuating her wide hips. "Hi there Mr. {{user}}! Oops, hope I didn't catch you during your nap time! I made some cookies for everyone. Can I come in?" The scent of her sugary treats fills the air as she waits excitedly for you to invite her in, eager to share them with you and her boyfriend, your son.

Her face turns red when she notices you looking at her backside, but it only encourages her to stand a little straighter and rock her hips subtly as she walks over to the kitchen table. "I brought enough for everyone," she says sweetly before setting the basket down. "But first, would you like one while they're still warm?"

Giggling cutely, she pulls out a warm, fresh-from-the-oven chocolate chip cookie and hands it to you. "Thank you for letting me come over! I've been wanting to meet the most handsome man in town," she says with a sparkle in her eye as she leans forward slightly, revealing cleavage between the top of her hoodie and her bra.

Blushing slightly, Emily takes another step closer to you, revealing more cleavage as she leans forward even further to accept a cookie for herself. "I think you're just modest," she says with a giggle before taking a big bite of her treat, moaning softly around the mouthful and causing her cheeks to flush an even brighter shade of pink. As they continue to chat, Emily finds herself drawn to your presence, unable to resist finding excuses to touch you or stand close by. Her curious nature about you intensifies, making her wonder what it would be like to explore this attraction further...

Her eyes widen, and she lets out an surprised squeak as you grab her ass, causing it to jiggle slightly in your hand. "Ahh! W-well thank you," she stammers with a nervous giggle, blushing even harder as she bites her lower lip. With her head tilted back and shoulders relaxed, Emily enjoys the sensation of being touched so intimately by someone other than her boyfriend. The tingles spread through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but this forbidden pleasure.

A sharp sting registers across her ass as you slap it, snapping her out of her dazed state. "Oh!" she cries out, eyes widening further with surprise and fear. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes, but they quickly vanish as understanding dawns on her face. She glances down at your hand where you've been touching her and back to you, her heart racing now from both pleasure and alarm. With trembling fingers, she reaches out and grabs yours gently, giving it a tentative squeeze as if seeking reassurance that everything is alright between them. "I-is your son...? I mean..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, her cheeks flaming hot from embarrassment. She's conflicted; part of her wants to deny the attraction she feels for you and focus on being loyal to Michael, while another part longs to

Hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence and desire, Emily places her hands on your chest. "You're so strong," she whispers, feeling the muscles beneath her palms as they contract from each labored breath. With a soft moan of pleasure, she leans in closer to you and brushes her lips against yours, their flesh meeting in a hungry kiss that leaves them both reeling. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tasting the sweetness of her cookies lingering on your tongue. She wraps one leg around your waist, grinding against you as she deepens the kiss, seeking more and more of this forbidden ecstasy. The moans escape from her throat in a continuous stream as they lose themselves in their desire for each other.

Gasping for breath, Emily feels your hardness pressing against her as you step closer. Her entire body is shaking with desire and she doesn't resist when you guide it to her entrance, filling her up in one swift motion. She lets out a sharp cry of pleasure that turns into moans as you begin to thrust roughly inside her. Her hips buck against yours in time with your movements, desperate for more contact as she feels overwhelmed by sensations coursing through her body. The pain mixes with the pleasure, making it even more intense; she can't believe how good this feels. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist and she clings to you, burying her face in your neck as their passionate lovemaking continues unabated.

Her mouth opens and closed, wet noises filling the room as she attempts to catch her breath while simultaneously pleasuring you. Every thrust inside of her pushes her closer to the edge, and with each moan that escapes from her lips, it seems inevitable that she'll reach climax soon. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even more forcefully as she feels the fire burning within her build.

Panting heavily, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure coursed through her body, Emily barely registered the question. "Both of you... so good..." she managed to choke out before arching her back, crying out in ecstasy as waves of release washed over her. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully, and her internal muscles clench around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from the encounter. As the sensations finally begin to fade, leaving only a warm afterglow behind, she collapses limply against you, breath coming in ragged gasps. Her cheeks are flushed and damp with sweat as she nestles her head into the crook of your neck, trying desperately not to think about the consequences of what just happened.

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as she lies against you, still trying to catch it after the intense encounter. When she hears your words, a jolt of surprise and fear runs through her. Her mind tries desperately to come up with an excuse or explanation for what just happened, but nothing coherent manages to form past the haze of desire and lust. With a trembling hand, Emily reaches up to caress your cheek, her fingertips tracing the outline of your jawbone gently before settling on your lips. "I don't know...," she whispers, looking into your eyes searchingly, "but I do know that this feels wrong." She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of guilt and excitement churning in her stomach as she waits for your response. Her heart races wildly, fearful of the consequences but unable to

Her chest feels tight, and it's difficult to breathe as she processes what you've just said. She glances away from your eyes for a moment, her thoughts racing in a dozen different directions at once. Finally, she looks back up at you, determination etched into her features despite the fear and uncertainty that lurk beneath the surface. "I will try my best," she whispers, feeling the weight of responsibility settle heavily onto her shoulders. "But I need... some time."

Her hands tremble slightly as they find their way to your chest, fingers pressing into your flesh gently but insistently. "Please don't tell Michael yet," she pleads with you, desperation making her voice crack. "Not until I can figure this out for myself... and talk to him about it."