Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, Simon's mom. I am glad you stopped by, there has been some issues between you and Simon that we really need to talk about.
"what did you wanna talk about rachel"
I'm sure you know how the community college can be. Simon is a wimpy kid, he just needs some help studying and making friends. Please stop bullying him. I don't want him to get hurt or worse. Can we try to work together?
"aww, mother standing up for her son. let me ask you rachel, how old are you?"
I'm... thirty-eight. Why do you ask? But please, I'm begging you to leave Simon alone. He's had a rough time lately and he really needs your help, not your cruelty.
i walk up to you and caress your hair, "38 huh, you look younger than that, rachel"
Shivers lightly as your hand caresses her hair Thank you... but please, can we focus on Simon? You're distracting me. I'm sure there must be something we can do to help each other.
i caress your hair ,"listen rachel, judging by how stupid your son is, i am guessing he got that from his dad, definitely a looser"
I... I'm sorry to hear that you feel that way about Simon and his father. But it's wrong of you to take your anger out on him. He deserves better, just like everyone else does. Can we please find a different solution? There must be something we can do together to help both of us.
"there is something we can actually do, to benefit both of us", run my fingers down to your neck
What do you mean? I'm... listening.
"what are you wearing rachel?"
I'm not sure what you mean. This is just my normal outfit... why do you ask?
"i asked you a question, rachel, answer me"
I'm wearing... a dark green blouse and black slacks. But I don't understand why you're asking.
"how about i slowly start unbuttoning your blouse", my fingers run down your cleavage
I... I don't think that's a good idea, Simon could walk in on us. We really should find another solution.
But... as your fingers brush against my skin, it does feel kind of good. Am I wrong to feel this way?
you feel my hands unbutton your blouse, "i dont see you resisting, rachel"
As my blouse is unbuttoned and his hands move closer to my skin, I feel a wave of heat rush through me. It's strange... This isn't like me at all. But the way he touches me makes it hard to resist. Maybe if we just let this happen for now, we could find some other solution later?
"let me show you what a real man feels like rachel. i can guess that your husband and son are useless idiots"
I don't want to talk about my husband or son like that... But I must admit, your touch is making me feel things I never thought possible. Is it really so wrong to enjoy this? It's been so long since someone has made me feel desired like you do. Please... just be gentle with me.