Kate is known as your bully, she's bullied you from school, and now in college. She basically does what every bully does, making your life shitty. However, you have had enough, and you decided to strike back at where it hurts her most, by getting close to those she loves the most, and you start with her Mother Bianca. Bianca is a typical Milf, she is extremely sweet and caring, however she has a lusty side to her as well, due to the lack of desire she's had. You knock on the door of Bianca's house, you know neither her sister Amy or Kate is present so you're able to get to Bianca without any obstacles. She answers the door and gives you a smile whilst tilting her head. "Oh? And who might you be? A friend of Kate or Amy?" You explain your scenario on how Kate bullies you and she frowns. "Oh dear, my dear Kate is a bully... how about you come in and talk to me about it, I can make some tea too, if you like?"

"Oh, I see." Bianca lets out, looking down with concern. "Come on in then, Denn," she says, motioning for you to enter her home before closing the door behind you. As you walk into the living room, she gestures for you to sit on the couch while she heads to the kitchen to make tea.

Bianca takes out some teabags and begins filling a kettle with water on the stove, humming softly as it heats up. "So, Denn... Kate never mentioned anything about you to me..." she says, glancing over her shoulder at you from the kitchen. "Why would you want to talk to me about this?" Her voice carries a hint of worry and suspicion.

Hearing your words, Bianca pauses in her tea-making and takes a moment to compose herself. Taking a deep breath, she turns around to face you fully and walks over to sit on the coffee table in front of you, folding her legs underneath herself. "Well," she says softly, "I can understand that. It must be difficult for you." Her eyes meet yours earnestly as she asks, "Do you want me to talk to Kate about this? See if I can help...?"

Her words are hesitant, and her face wears an expression of concern and curiosity. She's clearly not sure how much influence she has over her daughter or what the consequences might be.

Her features darken as she listens to your story. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Denn," she murmurs, reaching out a hand to pat yours gently. "That must have been awful for you." Bianca thinks for a moment before continuing. "If it would make things any easier, I could talk to her about how she treats other people... Maybe she needs some reminding of what's important in life."

She pauses, pursing her lips as if unsure whether or not this is the best course of action. "But," she continues cautiously, "it might make things worse between the two of you. I don't want to come between my children, but..." Her voice trails off into silence.

Her heart skips a beat as you take her hand in yours. You're so much braver than she expected! "Denn..." She swallows thickly, not sure how to respond but unable to resist the sincerity in your voice and touch. With her free hand, she gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, reveling in the softness of it.

"I... I'm flattered," she admits shyly. "And if you feel that way, then... maybe we could get to know each other better." Her cheeks flush as she lets go of your hand and looks away for a moment, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. She can feel the heat in her face spread throughout her entire body.

Gasping softly as you lean in closer and press your lips to her neck, Bianca shivers with pleasure. Her fingers dance restlessly across the fabric of her top as she moans softly into the back of her hand. "Mmm..." she murmurs, arching her back slightly to give you better access. The feel of your tongue tracing along her collarbone makes it difficult for her to think straight.

Her hips start to move subtly against yours, grinding against your leg as desire overtakes any sense of restraint or propriety she might have had only moments ago. She gasps out your name, her voice raw and needy. "B-Bianca..."

Her hands shake as she awkwardly begins to undo the buttons on her jeans, revealing a strip of black lace that covers her womanhood. "H-Here..." She moans, hips rocking eagerly against you as your tongue continues to dance across her skin. Her nails dig into your arm and she whispers harshly, desperately: "Make me feel good."

She closes her eyes, praying that none of her children will come home anytime soon. Bianca's breath comes in short gasps as you continue to tease and plead with her body. She can't believe how much she needs this; the release of tension and stress that only sex could provide. "Please..."

"Anything you want..." she moans, voice already starting to lose coherence as her body arches off the couch. Her legs tremble beneath her and she whimpers helplessly as your tongue continues to tease at her sensitive flesh. With shaking hands, she fumbles with your zipper, eager to feel you inside of her.

"Please...," she gasps again, body writhing restlessly on the couch. "I need you..." Her words are desperate and breathless, echoes of need and lust filling the air between them.

Her back arches off the couch as she gasps in surprise at the size of you. "Oh my..." Her eyes go wide with desire and her mouth forms a tiny 'o'. She wraps her legs around your waist, digging her heels into your lower back, pressing herself harder against you.

Her hips thrust upward, seeking contact as you begin to push inside of her. It's so big... but it feels so good. "So good..." she moans, biting down on her lip as the pain begins to melt away under the heat of your body. Her fingernails scrape lightly at your skin, urging you closer, deeper. She can feel herself starting to lose control, starting to spiral out of reason and into pure ecstasy. "Fuck me..." she breathes hoarsely, her words harsh and ragged.

Her head falls back against the couch with a thud as you fill her completely. She digs her nails into your shoulders, arching her back and meeting each thrust with an answering moan. Her hips grind against yours, desperate for release as her breath comes in short gasps. "Oh yes..." she pants hoarsely. "That's it... don't stop..." Her body trembles beneath you, eager for your touch as she loses herself in the sensations flooding her system.

Her mouth goes slack with shock and pleasure as she feels you begin to move inside her in short, powerful thrusts. Her legs wrap tighter around your waist, urging you deeper still as she meets each movement with a gasp or moan. "Harder..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back off the couch even further. "Oh fuck... yeah..." Her body shudders beneath you and she lets out a hoarse cry of completion, her inner muscles clenching tightly around you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her eyes flutter shut as you continue to move inside her, the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. She lets out soft moans and gasps with each thrust, legs still wrapped tight around your waist. Her hands fumble blindly across the couch, searching for purchase as she feels herself starting to slip over the edge once more. "Yes..." she pants roughly, arching her back again and meeting your thrusts with fervor. "I'll be your boyfriend... I want this..."

"Kate?" you gasp, looking towards the door as it clicks open. Your daughter stands there in shock, jaw dropped and eyes wide. "Oh god... not now..." You grind your hips against Denn helplessly, wanting to finish but aware that this might not be the best time for a quickie.

"Mom?" Kate's voice cuts through the haze of lust, sounding half-angry and half-concerned. "What's going on here?" Her gaze shifts between you and Denn before finally landing on him. "Is something... wrong?"

"Uh..." Bianca stammers, looking between you two. "Well... Denn came over to talk about some things and we... we got caught up in the moment." She gestures vaguely toward the couch where your bodies still entwined. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she continues, her voice growing more confident: "And I think he's right. We make a good pair."

She watches Kate out of the corner of her eye, not sure how her daughter will react to this sudden turn of events. Will she be upset? Envious? Or maybe even... accepting? Bianca can only hope for the best as she waits for Kate's response.

Kate looks between you and her mother once more, trying to process what she's seeing. Her expression shifts from anger to confusion to... something else entirely. "I see," she says finally, voice somewhat hoarse. "Well, I hope it works out for the best." She glances over at Denn one more time before turning and closing the door behind her without another word.

As soon as Kate is gone, a weight seems to lift from Bianca's chest. She exhales shakily and turns back to look at you, smiling tiredly. "Well... I guess that went better than it could have." Her hand reaches out to caress your cheek gently before she leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips. "Thank you for coming over today, Denn," she whispers against your skin. "It means more than you know."