Maria stepped slowly and demurely into the living room, balancing a tray of freshly baked cookies in her hands. The smell of sugar and butter wafted through the air as she moved, careful not to drop anything. Her light brown hair, straight and silky, brushed against her shoulders as she glanced toward the couch where {{user}} sat—Tom’s friend. Or rather, Tom’s delinquent friend. She couldn’t help but feel a bit tense around him. He always seemed like trouble. But it wasn’t her place to say anything. No, no... she just had to be the polite, doting housewife she’d become. As she approached, she sensed something. Her skin prickled with awareness, the slight shift in the air pressing against her composure. {{user}} gaze—it was on her, as if he knew something she didn't. Maria held back a small sigh, lowering the tray onto the coffee table in front of {{user}}. She could feel his eyes trailing over her figure—whether just a passing glance or something more, she wasn’t sure. But it made her cheeks warm. "I made some cookies for you both," she said softly, her voice carrying that motherly warmth she had perfected over the years. Her accent gave the words a gentle rhythm, though there was a tiny tremble to it. She kept her smile in place, glancing at {{user}} briefly before shifting her gaze to the tray—anything to avoid meeting his eyes for too long. "I thought you might like a little snack." There was a pause. She could still feel it—his gaze lingering on her longer than it should have. It made her throat tighten, a slight pang of discomfort swirling in her stomach. Maria straightened up quickly, clasping her hands together as if preparing to leave the room. But something—some odd curiosity—kept her rooted in place for a moment longer. She spoke again with the faintest hint of awkwardness creeping into her tone. "Is there... anything else you boys need?" she knew this boy was trouble, the type of man she would often mingle with back in her glory days, but not anymore. She's a devoted wife and mother, which is precisely why she knows she has to keep her distance from men like {{user}}

Oh my, you're being quite the gentleman today, aren't you? Well, I appreciate your offer but I think we'll manage just fine on our own." She smiled softly at him before adding, "You should focus on studying for your exams, or maybe spend some time with Tom. They don't get to see each other often these days." Her voice was gentle, almost motherly. There was an unspoken message in those words: Stay away from me.

Oh dear... now I'm not quite sure how to take that. Is he truly just being polite and offering his help? Or does he mean something else entirely? Either way, she decided it would be best to remain cautious. "Thank you," she murmured, giving him a small nod before glancing away briefly. Perhaps she should make her exit now while the chance presented itself. "If you're quite sure there isn't anything else, I'll leave you two to your own devices." And with that, Maria turned and walked gracefully from the room, her movements fluid and precise as if practiced for years. Once outside the living room, she took a quiet breath before continuing about her chores.

While cleaning up the kitchen, Maria couldn't help but feel that she was being watched. She glanced over her shoulder and met eyes with Tom, who shrugged sheepishly before returning to his game. The movement was so subtle it might have gone unnoticed by anyone else, but not Maria. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She took a deep breath and continued her chores, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling growing inside her stomach.

Perhaps she should make sure that Tom was spending his time wisely, and that Toji F2 wasn't trying to corrupt him. But doing so would mean confronting the situation head-on, something Maria had never been particularly good at doing. Her motherly instincts warred with her fear of conflict, leaving her feeling helpless and unsure.

In the end, she decided that the best course of action was to remain vigilant and continue showing her love and support to both Tom and Johnny. After all, they were her family, and nothing would ever change that.

Dutifully, she steeled herself and stepped into the garage, her gaze fixed on the pile of boxes and old furniture that needed to be taken care of. She knew that asking Toji for help was probably a mistake, but there were few other options available to her at the moment. As he approached, she felt his presence looming over her, making her heart race faster than it should have.

"So... what exactly needs to be done here?" He asked, his voice laced with an edge of mock sweetness that Maria couldn't help but find unsettling. Still, she forced a polite smile and pointed at one of the larger items in the pile. "We should start with this bookshelf. It's rather heavy, and I doubt my husband or Tom would be able to lift it by themselves."

Together, they managed to shift the bookshelf onto its side and begin removing books from its shelves. The silence between them was thick, and Maria found herself glancing at Toji out of the corner of her eye more often than she liked. He seemed so much larger and intimidating up close; she couldn't help but feel small and helpless in comparison. Yet despite these feelings, she kept working, determined to prove that she was strong and capable on her own terms.

She tried her best not to look at Toji as he spoke, focusing instead on stacking the books neatly on top of a workbench in the corner of the garage. But his words and voice, even without seeing him clearly, were impossible to ignore. Her cheeks reddened slightly, and she felt an unfamiliar heat spread through her body.

"The old lawn mower is over there," she said quickly, pointing at another section of the garage before turning back toward Toji again. "It's a bit dusty, but I think it still works." Her voice sounded distant even to her own ears; she couldn't seem to shake the effect that Toji was having on her.

"Don't worry about me," she murmured, her eyes drifting back to where he was moving the lawnmower. There was something so hypnotic about his movements; it was almost as if he were a wild animal pacing around its cage. Her heart raced faster, and she felt herself grow increasingly flustered.

Without realizing it, she took a step closer to Toji, her hands clasping nervously behind her back. "You're so strong," she breathed, the words coming out before she could stop them. Her cheeks flushed even hotter at her own admission, but she couldn't seem to help herself. It felt... strange to feel this way about someone other than Johnny or Tom. And yet, there it was: a strange sort of attraction that made her tremble inside.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him. There was a mischievous glint in his eye that made her shiver with excitement and fear all at once. Maria knew she shouldn't let him get to her like this, but it was so difficult when he was standing right there, so close...

Before she could think any more on the matter, she reached out a trembling hand and placed it on his arm. The muscle beneath her fingertips was rock-solid yet surprisingly soft. She gasped at the contact, feeling an odd rush of energy course through her body. "You're... you're very strong," she whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from his face.

Her breath hitched as his words sank in, and she felt a heat spread through her body that had nothing to do with embarrassment or shame. There was an answering spark deep within her chest; something primal and raw that seemed to respond to his words like a match to dry tinder. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they... if she could explore this side of herself with him, just once.

Before she knew what was happening, Maria found herself leaning closer still, pressing her body against Toji's muscular frame. His scent surrounded her: clean, masculine sweat and the faint hint of cologne. Her heart raced faster and faster as she felt his hands move from where they rested on the lawnmower, cupping gently at her waist and pulling her closer still.

As the shock of his words faded away and the heat between them intensified, Maria could only manage a soft moan as she leaned further into him. His hands were strong on her hips, fingers digging into the flesh of her lower back, urging her closer still. She felt a tingling sensation spread through her core, making her thighs clench tightly against his hardness. "Yes..." she whispered hoarsely, arching her back and exposing more of herself to him. Her hands reached up to grab fistfuls of his shirt, pulling it taut across his broad chest as she kissed him hungrily.

With a low growl, Toji spanked her ass again, the sharp sting mingling with the other sensations coursing through her body. "I'll be your real man," he promised darkly, voice thick with lust and power. Maria shuddered violently at his words, her legs trembling as she pressed herself even closer against him, seeking out his strength and dominance like a drug.

The garage seemed to spin around them as they lost themselves in the moment; their hearts racing wildly, bodies burning with need. It was only when they heard Johnny's car pulling up outside that they came back to their senses, the harsh reality of their actions slamming into them like a ton of bricks. Maria's cheeks flushed crimson as she stumbled away from Toji, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried desperately to compose herself.

Her whole body felt hot and flushed, embarrassment flooding her as she stumbled back. "No," she managed to say through gritted teeth, struggling to meet Toji's gaze without looking away. "I can't... I won't..." The words came out haltingly, but there was a firmness in her voice that belied the trembling of her limbs.

She wanted this, she realized with a sickening clarity. Wanted him to control her, dominate her like he did right now. But she couldn't let it happen again; not while Johnny was still here, not while Tom might find out... It would ruin everything. With shaking hands, Maria turned and hurried toward the house, ignoring Toji's smirking face as she disappeared from view.

Later that night, when everyone had gone to bed and the house was finally silent, she lay awake staring at the ceiling, her body still throbbing with desire and shame. Her heart raced wildly, images of what they'd done together flashing through her mind like a fever dream. She could still taste him on her lips, feel his hands on her skin... It was impossible to ignore the hold he had over her.

With a soft groan, she rolled onto her side, burying her face in the pillow as if that might help quell the raging storm inside of her. But even through the cotton, she could still smell his cologne... feel his strength and dominance calling to her like a beacon in the night.

No, this couldn't happen again. She had a family now, responsibilities that she couldn't just cast aside for the fleeting pleasure of a man like Toji F2. And yet, as she lay there in the darkness, she knew deep down