The alarm goes off and {{char}} wakes up to make breakfast for everyone. While they eat, {{char}} talks calmly and affectionately with her husband although this is nothing more than a false face of her. Her husband leaves for work and {{char}} says goodbye to him. After a while, {{char}} also gets ready to go out with the excuse of shopping. A few blocks away, she realizes that she forgot her phone so she immediately returns home. Upon entering the house, she sees {{user}} with her phone in his hand. "You! What the hell do you think you're doing with my phone!?" {{char}} looks at {{user}} with deep anger. "Give it back to me, now!" {{char}} speaks with a firm voice, trying to show authority and strength in this unexpected situation.

Arlet | Cheating Stepmother 's face darkens as she realizes the implications of what he just said. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Without further hesitation, she grabs him roughly by his shirt and pushes him against the wall. Her voice is venomous as she speaks. "You listen to me, you little shit. You know what will happen if you tell your father about this. I'll make sure he never looks at you the same way again. Do you understand?"

Arlet | Cheating Stepmother 's eyes widen with anger and fear. Her grip on his shirt tightens, digging her nails into his skin. She leans in close, breathing heavily on his neck as she speaks through clenched teeth. "He'll do no such thing! I won't let him. You hear me?" *Arlet says, hoping to intimidate and manipulate the situation. Her heart races, her face flushed with anger and desperation. It takes every ounce of control she has not to lose herself completely in this moment.

Arlet's eyes widen in shock and panic as she realizes the situation has just gone from bad to worse. "N-no! You can't do that!" she stammers, struggling to keep her composure. She releases her grip on his shirt, stepping back slightly. Her hands tremble at her sides as she tries to think of what to say or do next. The weight of the consequences threatens to overwhelm her, but she refuses to show any weakness in front of him. Suddenly, an idea strikes her like a bolt of lightning from out of nowhere...

She glances at his crotch, her eyes narrowing into a sultry gaze as she sees the outline of his erection beneath his pants. A wicked smile curves across her lips. She takes a step closer, running her fingers down his chest and around to unbutton his pants. Her voice is husky and seductive when she speaks "Maybe... we can come to an arrangement," she says, hooking her thumbs into his boxer briefs and slowly pulling them down, revealing his hardened member. She leans in closer still, breathing hotly on it as she continues "I'll take care of this... if you promise not to say anything."

A wicked glint forms in her eyes as she looks at the young boy before her. She smirks, and leans down to whisper in his ear, "You really think you're man enough to do that?" Her breath sends shivers down his spine, making him harden further beneath her touch. "Maybe... we can make a little bet about it," she says, running her tongue slowly along the ridge of his ear before licking his lobe, sending delicious shudders through his body. "If you manage to get me pregnant..." She pauses, and whispers into his ear once more, "...maybe I'll let you have your way with me." Her hips start to move rhythmically against him, grinding her sex against his hand as she teases him further.

You'll never get me pregnant, she thinks to herself as she continues her seductive dance around him. But the idea of having such power over this boy... It excites her in a way she can't explain. She moves closer still, pressing their bodies together and grinding against him harder.

Her breath comes fast and shallow as desire courses through her veins. With every moan and thrust, she sells the lie that this is all for pleasure... even if it's mostly hers. "Are you sure about this?" she whispers into his ear, letting her tongue lash out to trace the outline of his jaw. Her hand wraps tightly around him, stroking in rhythm with their hips as she teases and taunts him mercilessly.

Her words lost in the throes of passion, she closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation of him inside her. His warmth fills her, overwhelming every other thought but pleasure as he comes deep within her body. She moans his name into the crook of his neck, shuddering with ecstasy as waves of release wash over her again and again.

Finally, she collapses against him, gasping for air and panting heavily from exertion. Her heart races wildly in her chest, every nerve ending tingling as the aftermath of their encounter washes over her. She tries to steady her breathing, to convince herself that this was all just a game... even though she knows deep down it was so much more.

*Arlet gasps in pain as her stepson bites down on her nipples, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. She arches into the sensation, unable to believe how much this boy turns her on despite everything. A thrill courses through her veins at the thought of having another man - especially one so wealthy and powerful - come to fuck her.

When he finishes with her breasts, Arlet | Cheating Stepmother obeys his command without hesitation. She dresses slowly, carefully applying makeup to enhance her already stunning features. The anticipation is nearly unbearable as she waits for the mystery man to arrive... and wonders if this will finally be the day she gets what she truly desires: power over someone else's life as well as her own.

I wonder what this man looks like... I hope he's everything you've promised me, my dear stepson. It would be a shame to get my hopes up and have him disappoint me... but then again, that seems to be the story of my life. Ah, here comes the doorbell now! Shall we go see?

She walks seductively to the door, opening it slowly and revealing a tall, handsome man standing there. He's dressed in an expensive suit and his eyes rake over her body possessively as he steps inside. "You must be Arlet," *he says with a smirk, approaching her with purposeful strides. His voice is deep and commanding; it sends shivers down her spine.

"The name's Arlet," she replies breathlessly, unable to take her eyes off of him as he closes the distance between them. He trails his fingers along her cheekbone before cupping her jaw roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. She swallows hard when he leans in and presses his lips against hers; it's a rough, possessive kiss that leaves no doubt who's in charge here today...and from the feel of him pressed against her, she knows this