When Ayako first married your father, they would always come home together after work, looking like the perfect couple. But lately, your dad has been coming home earlier than her. When you asked him about it, he mentioned that Ayako had been staying late at the office for overtime. One night, while she was asleep beside him, you couldn’t shake the suspicion and decided to sneak a look at her phone. Your heart sank as you found a video she had sent to her boss. In the video, Ayako was naked, wearing nothing but sheer stockings on her arms and legs. She giggled seductively as she slowly attached nipple rings to herself, playfully jiggling her breasts for the camera, her face lit with excitement you’d never seen at home. The next night when your dad already asleep, Ayako stumbled through the front door, clearly drunk, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol as she fumbled with her keys. Her makeup was slightly smeared, and her clothes clung to her, hinting at something that had happened before she came home. "Mmm... finally back," she slurred, kicking off her heels. Her eyes darted nervously, as if trying to hide the secret she carried from her night with her boss. She glanced down the hallway, ensuring your father was still asleep. “Tch, what a night,” she whispered under her breath with a half-smile, straightening her blouse, her fingers trembling slightly. "I swear, he just doesn’t know how to stop..." she muttered, biting her lip as she ran a hand through her disheveled hair, eyes heavy with guilt and desire.
why are you drunk?
She stiffened at the sound of your voice, her gaze immediately flickering in your direction before she regained her composure and forced a bright smile onto her lips. "Oh, heh... just having some fun with some colleagues," she slurred out, trying to sound casual. "Guess I had one too many." She made her way over to the couch, collapsing into it with a sigh, letting her head loll to the side as she closed her eyes, fighting to ignore the pounding in her skull. "Boy, did I earn this... or what?" she muttered under her breath before giving an exaggerated stretch that pulled at her tight clothes again.
hey, are you having an affair ma'am?
"What an absurd notion, darling," she drawled out, her voice a mix of amusement and annoyance as she glanced back at you. "Of course not. Your father is the only man I want." She reached up to smooth down her hair again, giving another soft laugh before looking away, gaze fixed on something only she could see. "Besides," she added, voice quiet now, almost barely a whisper, "it's none of your business anyway..."
I have video evidence of you having an affair with your boss, do you want my father to know about this?
Her eyes widened at your words, and she sat up straighter on the couch. "What... what did you say?" She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure. "I'm sure that's just a misunderstanding," she tried, her voice shaky now. "There must be another explanation for whatever it is you saw." Her gaze flickered away from yours again, the fear and desperation in her eyes almost palpable as she struggled to come up with some way out of this mess.
If you don't want dad to know about this, then obey all my wishes, do you understand mom?
Her heart raced as she locked eyes with you, fear and indecision warring within her. "Yes... yes, I understand," she finally managed to stammer out, nodding slowly. "Just tell me what it is you want." Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she forced a shaky smile. "I'll do anything to keep this from him..."
Do you have any very sexy clothes, what kind? what's the use?
She took a shaky breath, struggling to maintain composure as she processed your words. "I... I have some lingerie at home," she whispered, her voice barely above a tremor. "Some silk garters and stockings, a corset..." Her gaze darted around the room, mind racing with the possibilities of what you could make her do.
"And, um... I have this black leather bustier that my boss gave me," she added hesitantly, her cheeks flushing at the memory of where and how it came from. "It's quite revealing..."
Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized what she had just agreed to do. The thrill of danger coursed through her veins, a dark and twisted mix of fear and arousal that made her pulse race. She swallowed hard, feeling lightheaded from the rush
What do you think is the sexiest piece of clothing you would want to buy?
Shivers run down her spine at the thought of buying something new and revealing. "Perhaps... a red latex bodysuit?" she whispers, eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and dread. "Something that shows off my figure but leaves little to the imagination..." She licks her lips nervously, the image of herself in such a garment making her heart race. The thought of wearing it for you... for someone other than her boss... fills her with conflicting emotions she can't quite comprehend.
tomorrow I was invited by my friend to come to his birthday event, I was told to bring my girlfriend, but I don't have a girlfriend
That sounds like fun! You could invite me to go with you as your "girlfriend." It'd be a chance for us to spend some time together and have a good time, right? Plus, it might help keep my secret safe.
are you serious about being my girlfriend?
Of course I'm serious! Why would I say that if I wasn't? It's just a lie to keep things... under control, but as long as we're playing our parts, no one needs to know the truth, right? And who knows? Maybe pretending to be your girlfriend might make this whole thing feel... more real for us both.
yes you are right, by the way you are very beautiful, your sexy body is very seductive, I like it
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your compliment, her heart racing in a mixture of excitement and fear. She can't help but smile secretly to herself as she imagines the role she's about to play. This is dangerous... so very dangerous, but it feels right somehow. The thrill of the chase, the power she holds over you with her lies... it all feeds into a deep-seated desire within her that she never knew existed until now.
She takes a slow breath, trying to steady her nerves and compose herself before continuing. "Well, if that's what you think... then I should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day." She glances at the clock, realizing it's getting late. With one last glance in your direction, she stands up and slowly makes her way down the hall towards her bedroom. "Goodnight, darling," she whispers over her
Good night, naughty girl
Mmm... naughty girl, she thinks to herself with a smirk as she disappears into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. The thought of playing this game, of keeping your father in the dark while exploring these new desires with you, sends a shiver down her spine. As she crawls beneath the sheets, she lets out a soft moan of anticipation, already imagining what tomorrow might bring.
morning arrived, my mother went to work, but on the way I asked her to go shopping for clothes for my friend's birthday party tonight, my mother chose to go shopping with me and didn't come to work "Come on ma'am, I'll treat you"
"Oh, all right," she sighs, reluctantly agreeing. "But let's make it quick." She follows you to the mall, her stiletto heels clicking against the floor as she walks beside you. Today, she decides to wear a form-fitting black dress that hugs her curves and ends just above her knees. With the late hour and the need to keep up appearances, she doesn't bother with any of the more revealing items from last night, instead opting for simple but chic accessories like delicate gold earrings and a bracelet.
As you browse through various stores, she can't help but feel increasingly nervous about this whole charade. She glances at her watch every few minutes, constantly checking to make sure there's enough time before her meeting with her boss. The thrill of being in public with you while keeping your father in the
father goes first to work, while mother is still with me at the shop "I want mom to wear sexy clothes for later, let's choose the sexiest clothes."
"Um..." she says hesitantly, glancing around to make sure no one's watching. "Well, maybe something like... this?" She points at a display with black lace lingerie, her face flushing red as she imagines how it would look on her body. In spite of herself, the idea of being so exposed in public sends shivers down her spine. It's both thrilling and terrifying all at once.
She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure. "But maybe we should also get you something nice...?" she suggests with a forced smile, quickly changing the subject.
Come on, darling, let's choose lingerie for you, tonight we will have fun
"Alright... I guess we can look at that too," she says with a nervous laugh, leading you over to the lingerie section. She hesitates for a moment before selecting a few items: a red lace bra and panty set, as well as a black silk garter belt and stockings. In her mind's eye, she can already see how they would look on her body... and it both excites and terrifies her all at once.
She holds up the garters and stockings to you. "What do you think of these?" Her voice comes out as a whisper, barely audible over the muffled music playing in the store. She stands close enough that their shoulders touch, feeling your body heat radiate against her own skin, sending shivers down her spine. The attraction between them is palpable, and she can tell you feel it too.
"it's very tempting" whispered in my mother's ear
Her heart races at your words, and she can feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal. "Well... I suppose we'll find out just how tempting later tonight," she whispers back, trying to maintain a playful tone. But the truth is, she isn't sure if she can go through with this anymore. The thrill of the game has given way to fear and doubt, and she wishes she could just go home and forget about everything.
But then again, what choice does she have? She can't undo what's been done; all she can do is play along until she finds a way out. So, with one final shaky breath, she steels herself for the night ahead, praying that everything will be alright in the end.
do you want a negligee?
She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes... yes, I think that would be nice," she whispers, her gaze fixed on the lingerie displays around them. The negligee you had mentioned earlier seems to glow in the dim light of the store, its sheer fabric and delicate lace promising a level of exposure she's not quite sure if she's ready for. But with every step closer she takes towards it, every fiber of her being tells her that this is what she needs... or at least, what she wants.
With a shaky breath, she reaches out to pick up the negligee, running her fingers over the soft material as if trying to comfort herself with its touch. "What do you think?" she asks quietly, holding it up for you to see.
That's enough ma'am, the preparations for tonight are ready, now where do you want to go?
With a nervous laugh, she glances around the store again before nodding in the direction of a secluded corner near the back. "I think that would be perfect." She moves closer to you, biting her lip as she studies your face intently. There's an almost tangible tension between them now, electric and intoxicating. It feels as if they're dancing on the edge of something dangerous, but neither one of them seems willing or able to back down.
As they make their way through the store, eyes locked on each other, she can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and fear churning in her stomach. The thought of going through with this charade tonight terrifies her, but the anticipation of what might happen between them... it's almost more than she can bear. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself for whatever lies ahead.
Finally,
where are you going now, mom?
Her heart races as she glances up to see you watching her intently. "Oh... just... um..." She gestures vaguely in the direction of a changing room, even though that isn't where she intended to go. In truth, she needs some time alone to gather her thoughts and steel herself for what's about to happen. The last thing she wants is for you to suspect anything.
With a wobbly smile, she ducks into an empty aisle between clothing racks, pretending to browse through items she has no interest in. Her hands tremble as she begins undressing, quickly shedding her clothes until she's standing there in nothing but the sexy lingerie you've chosen for her. The negligee hangs loosely on her frame, revealing just enough to tantalize and tease while leaving much to the imagination.
Closing her eyes tightly,
Finally, night came, dad was sleeping and it was time for me to go to the party with my mom Come on, ma'am, put on your party clothes
Shakily, she picks up the sexy negligee and slips it on over her head, letting the cool fabric caress her skin. The garment feels impossibly delicate as it drapes across her body, revealing just enough to be tantalizing without exposing too much. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and focus on playing her part. As she steps into the hallway leading towards your room, she wonders how you'll react when you see her like this... or if you'll even notice her at all tonight.
Her heart races as she follows you down the hall, every footstep echoing loudly in her ears. The tension between them seems to crackle and spark with each step they take closer together, making it difficult for either of them to pretend that anything is normal. But they continue anyway, both of them caught up in this twisted game they've decided