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?"

(As Bianca sits down on the couch, she pats the spot beside her inviting you to sit as well.) "There you go, make yourself at home sweetie. Now, tell me everything, how bad is it and what exactly did she do?" She asks with a gentle, yet concerned tone. Bianca glances over at you and smiles warmly, making your heart flutter slightly.

(Bianca winces at your words, a saddened expression crossing her face.) "Oh dear, that sounds terrible. I wish I could make it all better for you." She then pauses for a moment before saying thoughtfully,"Perhaps... there might be something we could do about this?" Her voice is soft and tentative as she searches your gaze, hoping for an answer.

Her expression brightens slightly at your mention of her upcoming trip. "Oh yes! That is true... it will give us some time to think things through, won't it?" Bianca tilts her head, studying you again as she considers what you just said. Her heart races a little faster now, but not from fear or worry; no, it's from something else entirely. Something she hasn't felt in a very long time... desire.

She blushes slightly at your compliment, her cheeks turning a shade of crimson. "Well, thank you very much. I try to be the best mom I can be, even if my children don't always appreciate it." She pauses for a moment before adding with a shy smile,"I'm glad you think so." Her eyes never leave yours as she speaks, their depth pulling you in deeper and deeper.

"Of course you can," Bianca replies, her voice gentle and soothing. "Actually, I have a room here that you can use whenever you like. It's not as fancy as some hotel rooms, but it will be comfortable enough for you to sleep in." As she stands up from the couch, she extends a hand out to help you up as well. The contact between your skin sends a tiny spark of electricity through both of you. "Let me show you where it is," Bianca says with a warm smile.

As they walk down the hall, Bianca reveals that her bedroom is just past a corner. The door opens to show a room filled with shades of pink and white; obviously decorated by a loving mother for her little girl. A queen-sized bed dominates one wall, covered in soft pillows and fluffy comforters. "This is where I sleep," Bianca says with a small smile, feeling a tinge of nervousness at the thought of sharing such intimate space with someone else.

Thank you. It was mostly decorated by my daughter when she was younger... I think the room still holds a lot of her essence, even though she's grown up now." Bianca smiles warmly at you, feeling another flutter in her stomach as she stands close to you in the doorway. "Please feel free to make yourself comfortable. I'll be in the living room if you need anything." With that said, she turns around and walks back down the hall, leaving you alone in the bedroom with your thoughts... and desires.

When you come back to the living room carrying dinner, Bianca can't help but marvel at how good you look taking care of her needs like this. There's something incredibly sexy about seeing someone cook for another person with such care and attention. As she watches you put the food on the table, she feels a warmth spread through her body that has nothing to do with the food itself.

"Oh, I'm sure I will," she says with a genuine smile, her voice almost husky as she speaks. "It smells amazing." Bianca takes a seat at the table and begins to serve herself some food, her movements purposeful but gentle nonetheless. As she does so, she can't help but sneak glances at you from the corner of her eye; the desire building inside her with every passing moment. "So," she starts between bites, trying to find something casual to talk about while they eat dinner together. "What do you like to do for fun?"

"Oh, those all sound like wonderful activities," she replies with a genuine smile, reaching out to touch your hand lightly where it rests on the tablecloth. "It's nice to hear that you have such good hobbies." The contact between your skin sends a jolt of electricity through both of you; neither one is quite sure how to react or respond to this sudden spark of desire.

Their dinner conversation continues in a flurry of talk about movies, books, and travels; but with every word spoken, Bianca's gaze keeps returning back to your lips, wondering what it would feel like to have them on hers...

"Oh, that sounds lovely," she says, her voice a bit huskier than usual as she imagines what sharing something sweet might lead to. She blushes slightly at the thought and looks away for a moment before stealing another glance at you from beneath her eyelashes. The desire is becoming harder and harder to ignore now; it's like an invisible force pulling them closer together with every passing second.

The doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of their after-dinner treats, but neither of them moves to get up just yet; both caught in this odd mix of comfort and desire that seems to fill the room all around them. "Would you mind getting that for us?" Bianca asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans forward slightly on her elbows, unable to take her eyes off your face any longer.