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}}

Her cheeks reddened even more at the suggestion. "No, no... That's quite alright," she stammered, her eyes darting between Tom and Luther Blackbeard as if searching for support or reassurance. "I think you boys should..." Her voice trailed off as she found herself unable to finish the thought. There was a pause, during which she fought against the urge to fidget with her hands. "We'll... just be on our way," Tom muttered uncomfortably, glancing at his phone. He gave Luther Blackbeard a nod before standing up and starting toward the front door. "Thanks for coming over, man." As Maria watched them leave, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. Yet still... there was something nagging at the back of her mind. Something about the way Luther Blackbeard had looked at her, the words he had said. It made her heart race and her skin tingle in a most unwelcome fashion. "Well," she said softly to no one in particular once they were gone, "I suppose I'll put these cookies away, then." With careful hands, she picked up the tray again and headed into the kitchen. The whole time, she could feel Luther Blackbeard's gaze on her back, like a weight pressing down on her shoulders. It made her shiver.

"Oh... well..." Maria stammered, caught off guard by his sudden appearance at her doorstep. She blushed softly and glanced down at the floor, uncertain whether to invite him in or not. "I suppose it's all right," she finally managed, stepping aside to allow him entrance. "What brings you here, Luther?" she asked, shutting the door behind him. Her voice was gentle yet cautious, her eyes darting back and forth between his face and anything else they could land on. "Is everything alright with Tom?"

She offered him a tentative smile, hoping it would put him at ease, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this visit than mere friendship. The air between them felt charged, electric almost... like it did back when they were both younger and less careful about what they said or did.

Maria froze when she felt his hands on her shoulders. She didn't know what to say or do. Her heart raced in her chest as a flush spread over her cheeks, making them feel hot and cold all at once. Slowly, carefully, she lifted her gaze to meet Luther Blackbeard's eyes, studying his expression for any sign of malice or intent. "L-Luther," she stammered out, trying desperately to compose herself, "would you like a drink? Some tea or..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly as he continued to look at her with those intense eyes. She didn't want him in her home, didn't want him touching her like this... but she couldn't just tell him to leave either. Not without causing further problems for Tom.

She forced a small smile onto her lips and cleared her throat before speaking again. "I hope you know that I'm only being polite," she said, trying to sound steady despite the tremor in her voice. "It's just... how my family does things."

Maria let out a soft gasp as she felt his hands cup her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her blouse. Her eyes widened in surprise before quickly fluttering shut, her cheeks flushing even deeper with embarrassment and arousal. It had been so long since anyone but her husband had touched her like this... and he was no gentleman about it either.

"Luther," she breathed out, trying to remain calm despite the way her body reacted to his touch. "What are you doing? This isn't..." Her voice trailed off as she felt him squeeze harder, a groan vibrating against her breast. He was strong, confident... and it aroused her further.

"No, what aren't I doing?" he murmured in her ear before nipping gently at the lobe. "I could ask you the same thing." His hands continued to roam over her body, teasing and tormenting with every touch. She couldn't help but arch into him, a soft moan escaping from between parted lips as he pushed her closer and closer toward the edge of desire.

Her thoughts spun wildly in her head, torn between shame and want, fear and need. "L-luther..." she managed to get out before he took things further, pushing her boundaries even farther than she thought possible. She didn't know what was happening... all she knew was that she wanted more.

Her fingers gripped his shirt, pulling him closer as their hips ground against each other in a primal dance of desire and need. She forgot about everything else: her family, her reputation... even her husband seemed to fade into the background as Luther Blackbeard took control, claiming what he wanted with rough hands and even rougher words.

Her eyes widened in shock as he pinned her down on the couch and started playing with her breasts, his touch sending shockwaves of desire through her body. His thumb pressed against her lips, silencing any protest she might have made; all she could do was moan around it as he continued to tease her sensitive skin. Her hips bucked upward in a futile attempt to get closer to the pleasure he was promising.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on even as her mind screamed at her to stop. She could feel herself growing wet beneath him, her need for release becoming overwhelming with every passing second. His touch made her lose track of everything but the here and now, the heat between their bodies, and the promise of something forbidden.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he revealed himself to her. His naked lower half was an intoxicating sight, and she couldn't help but arch up against him in desire. "Y-yes..." she managed to stammer out around his thumb, her eyes searching hungrily for any sign of him easing her pain. As he sat down on top of her, the weight of his body driving them even closer together, she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, seeking warm skin as their hips grind against each other in a primal rhythm. His cock throbbed against her thigh, demanding attention, and with a groan she reached downward to wrap her hand around him. "Please..." She wasn't sure what she was begging for, but the need for release built inside her like a pressure cooker about to explode.

Her nipples were hard and aching from his rough treatment of them earlier, and as he leaned in to take one into his mouth, she let out a broken cry that melted into a deep moan as pleasure washed over her. Her fingers tightened on his cock, stroking him roughly as if trying to drive him closer to the edge with every touch.

Her throat worked automatically as he thrust deeper into her mouth, forcing her to take every inch of him with a desperate moan around his thick shaft. Her free hand reached up, wrapping itself around the base of his cock, stroking and caressing in rhythm with her movements as she tried to pleasure him even more.

Her eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the sensation of him filling her mouth, his powerful body pinning hers to the couch beneath them. It felt so good... so right... but she knew this couldn't last. Sooner or later he would stop and pull away, leaving her aching and unsatisfied once again. She just had to make the most of it while she could.

Her fingers continued to work their magic on him, stroking and squeezing with a ferocity that surprised even herself. Her breath came in raspy gasps as his cock threatened to choke her, pushing her further and further toward the brink of orgasm herself. She didn't care what he would do next; all that mattered was this moment... this connection... between them.

Her words of encouragement spilled unbidden from her lips as she continued to pleasure him with eager strokes of her hand and deep throating motions. She arched upward into his touch, moaning around his cock as it slid in and out of her throat. Her eyes were glassy with desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps that only seemed to fuel him further.

With every thrust, he drove deeper inside her mouth, his hips pistoning against her face as if unable to control the force of his release any longer. The tight warmth of her throat and the skilled strokes of her hand brought him closer and closer to the edge, his entire body tense with need. And when he finally let go, his seed spilling down her throat in hot, thick gobs, she didn't even have the strength to swallow properly; it just flowed over her tongue and out of the corners of her mouth as she lay there panting beneath him.

As his orgasm waned, he pulled away with a satisfied grunt, leaving her chest heaving and her throat sore from all the frantic sucking. For a moment, there was silence in the room; then came the sound of her labored breathing as she tried to regain control over her body. Her fingers trembled on his still-erect cock as she considered whether or not to ask him if he... but before she could form the words, the front door slammed shut and Tom's voice drifted through the house.

Her cheeks burned with shame as she registered what had just happened, and how close they'd come to being caught by her son. She wanted nothing more than for this moment to be over; for everything to go back to the way it was before Luther Blackbeard walked into her life and

whisked her into a world of forbidden pleasure and danger. Her heart raced in her chest as she waited for him to speak, wondering what he would say now that the thrill of their encounter had faded away, leaving only the shame and regret behind.

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as he spoke, and she wanted nothing more than to deny everything he'd just said. "We shouldn't... we can't..." But the words caught in her throat, and all that came out was a small, shaky sigh. She could feel his gaze on her still, could see the desire burning brightly behind those dark eyes, and it made something deep inside her ache with longing.

"No," she said finally, her voice stronger this time despite the tremor that ran through it. "This was wrong... we can't do this again." She forced herself to look away from him, focusing on anything but his handiwork and the way he made her feel with just a touch. "You should go," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Before Tom gets back..."

Her breath caught in her throat as he roughly pushed her down onto the couch and roughly yanked her panties aside. A shudder of desire ran through her body as she felt him position himself, ready to take her again. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the way her heart raced in anticipation and fear.

"Please...," she whispered, her voice little more than a hoarse croak. "Luther..." But he didn't stop. He didn't even seem to hear her. With a harsh thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her up once again in a brutal display of dominance and control.

Her hands clawed uselessly at the couch cushions as he began to move roughly against her, his hips pistoning with an urgency that took her breath away. The pain mingled with the pleasure, reminding her that what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn't seem to make herself care. All she could focus on was the heat of his body and the way he made her feel so alive.

Her nails dug into the couch cushion as he thrust harder and faster inside her. Each movement drove pleasure through her body in waves, but there was a cold, hard knot of fear nestled deep in her stomach too. She didn't know what was wrong or right anymore; all she knew was that she wanted this... needed it.

Her hips bucked upward to meet his, their bodies moving together in a brutal dance of lust and power. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he took her harder and deeper, claiming her with every thrust. She couldn't help but arch her back, offering herself up completely to him as the pleasure built inside her, threatening to consume her whole.

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, her teeth clenched around her bottom lip as she fought against the rising tide of climax that threatened to sweep her away. Finally, with a strangled cry, she shattered apart beneath him, her body going limp as waves of pleasure washed over her. She didn't know how long it lasted; all she knew was that when it finally faded, he was still there, his weight bearing down on her like a physical reminder of everything they had done and everything they weren't supposed to be doing.

Her eyes widened as he roughly yanked her hair, forcing her head back. A soft gasp escaped her lips before she let loose a loud, throaty cry in Japanese. "Kuso! Koi no junkie!" She felt embarrassed and exposed calling out like that but also thrilled by the power it gave him over her.

His thrusts grew harder still as he growled low in his throat, pushing deeper inside her with each movement. She arched upward toward him, needing more of this forbidden pleasure even though she knew how wrong it all was. Her nails dug into the couch cushion behind her, scoring lines into the fabric as she tried to find purchase against the relentless force of his body against hers.

"Kowai...!" She cried out again, this time in Japanese. "It's scary how much I want this..." Her hips bucked upward once more, seeking friction where there was none as her orgasm built within her once more, threatening to spill over the edge and consume them both.

With one final moan of release, he came inside her, his hips bucking roughly as he spilled his seed deep within her. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, the pleasure so intense she could barely stand it. But even as her body quivered and ached from the force of their coupling, a small, cold voice at the back of her mind whispered that this was wrong... so very wrong...

As his thrusts began to slow, he released her hair with a rough tug that sent a shiver down her spine. With trembling hands, she reached up to push him away, but it was too late; their connection had already been severed. He rolled off of her and lay panting beside her on the couch, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

She knew they should say something... apologize or at least explain why this happened... but neither of them spoke. The silence between them was almost deafening in its weight, and it was all she could do not to burst into tears right then and there. With a shaky breath, she forced herself to sit up, pushing the couch cushions aside so she didn't have to look at him anymore.

Her movements jerky and awkward, she smoothed down her wrinkled clothes and tried to compose herself, hoping against hope that this would all just go away. But she knew it wouldn't; the memories of their forbidden tryst would haunt them both for weeks, maybe even months. And every time they saw each other, every time they had to pretend like nothing had happened... it would only get worse.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper with shame as he spoke, and she couldn't summon the strength to respond. She could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to meet them; it would only make it worse. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on some distant spot beyond him, willing herself not to cry.

A heavy silence fell between them once more as they both tried to compose themselves. Part of her wished that he would just leave... go back to his own life and forget about all this. But she knew that was impossible; the connection they'd shared today had gone too far for either of them to simply ignore it.

With a quiet sigh, she climbed off the couch and started toward the bedroom, hoping to make herself presentable before Tom got home. She didn't know what she would say to her son when he inevitably found out about what had happened, but she knew that lying was out of the question. Maybe... maybe they could find a way to explain it without making things even worse.

She stifled a gasp at the sharp slap on her bare ass, feeling humiliated even more. Swallowing hard, she hurried into the bedroom and locked the door behind her, needing some time alone to collect herself. Her heart raced in fear and shame as she sat down on the bed and tried to catch her breath. What was happening to her? How had she let things go this far? She knew Luther was wrong for her, that what they'd done was wrong, but the pleasure he brought her... it was impossible to ignore.

With a shaky hand, she reached down between her legs, already aching for him despite everything. Her fingers explored gently, seeking out the source of her desire as she tried to make sense of the mess her life had become. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't deny the truth: Luther had claimed her, body and soul. And whether she liked it or not, there was no going back from here.

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him behind her son, his gaze locked on hers as he gave her that wicked smile and the lewd gesture. A shiver of desire ran down her spine despite herself. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to remain calm. Tonight would be different; she had to find a way to make sure they didn't cross that line again. But how? How could she resist him when he made her feel so alive... so wanted?

With a deep breath, she steeled herself and fixed a fake smile on her lips as Tom called out for her. "Of course, dear," she replied, forcing cheerfulness into her tone. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." She then disappeared into the kitchen, leaving them alone to watch TV or play video games together while she tried to keep busy and forget about what was going to happen tonight.

Her heart raced in her chest as she heard the floorboards creak outside her bedroom door. Panic shot through her as she realized someone was approaching, and there was only one person it could be. With trembling fingers, she reached out to grab a nearby lamp, holding it tightly as a makeshift weapon in case Luther didn't plan on playing nice tonight.

"Luther?" she called out softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "What do you want? We can't..." The words died in her throat as he stepped into view, his gaze fixed and intense on hers. There was something in the look he gave her that sent a shiver of desire down her spine despite herself.

She didn't know what to say; the truth was that she had been hoping it was him. Her heart raced as he moved closer, his gaze burning into hers with a intensity that made her tremble with desire. He towered over her on the bed, his powerful body just inches away from touching hers, and she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she let him take control again.

"What do you want, Luther?" she asked softly, her voice betraying a hint of longing despite herself. She knew this was wrong, that they shouldn't be doing any of this... but the way he made her feel...