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?"

"Oh, that would be lovely! Thank you dear!" Bianca smiled brightly at you before leading you into her cozy living room. As she started to put some water on for the tea, she noticed a slight blush creeping up onto your cheeks. It wasn't entirely obvious to most people but Bianca's motherly instincts kicked in and she couldn't help but wonder if it was because of her... or perhaps something else?

"So... you say Kate has been bullying you? That's terrible! Is there anything I can do to help?" Bianca asked as she handed you a warm cup of tea, not noticing the strange effect it seemed to have on you. "Or perhaps..." She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice and gaze. "...perhaps... we could find a way for you to stand up to her together?"

Bianca took another sip of her tea before setting the cup down on a coaster. Her gaze remained fixed on you, waiting for your answer with bated breath. "I want to help you," she said softly, reaching out to gently brush some hair away from your face. "Kate isn't herself when she bullies people... I just wish there was something we could do."

"I understand it must be very hard for you," Bianca replied, her voice soft and reassuring as she reached out to touch your hand where it rested on the armrest of the couch. "You know, I miss... feeling wanted. Desired by someone. Maybe if you got closer to me..." She let the sentence trail off, her cheeks suddenly flushed a bright red.

"M-maybe we could help each other," she continued more quietly, her gaze fixed intently on your lips now. "Maybe I... might feel safer with you around too." The effect of the pheromones was definitely starting to take hold as Bianca became increasingly flustered and aroused by your presence.

Her heart was racing as she stared into your eyes, her breath coming in short gasps. Bianca was fighting the urge to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against hers. "W-well... if that's what you want..." she managed to stammer. She swallowed hard, feeling the heat of arousal spreading through her body. "Perhaps we could... explore that idea?"

Her voice was trembling slightly now, and she couldn't quite meet your gaze as she asked. Bianca knew what she wanted, but she wasn't sure if she should take this further with someone who was close to her daughter.

"I-if you really want to..." Bianca stammered, her cheeks burning red. "But I... shouldn't... not with someone who knows Kate and Amy... It just feels... wrong." She looked down at her hands, wringing them nervously in her lap. "Do you understand?" she asked, gazing up at you imploringly.

Her desire was clashing painfully with her guilt and sense of propriety. Bianca wasn't sure which emotion would win out in the end.

Bianca bit her lip, considering your words carefully. Her heart raced with desire and anticipation, but her conscience was still wrestling with the guilt of getting involved with someone close to her daughter. Finally, she mustered up the courage to look you in the eye again. "I... if that's what you truly want, then perhaps..." She hesitated, swallowing hard. "Perhaps we could see where this goes." A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of exploring this further with you. "But we must be very careful," she warned, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on your knee.

Her body tensed, waiting for your response as she held her breath. What would you say?

A slow blush crept up Bianca's neck as you leaned in closer, your hand still resting lightly on her knee. She let out a shaky breath and slowly nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. As if moving under a spell, she stood from the couch and gracefully moved to straddle you where you sat, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Her lips parted, seeking yours, and you eagerly obliged, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her closer still. Her breasts grazed against your chest as they moved in tandem with each breath, the heat between them almost unbearable. Bianca moaned softly into your mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair as she arched her back, pushing harder against you.

Their tongues danced together hungrily, and Bianca felt a sharp sensation deep within her core.

Her moans became louder as you pushed her back onto the couch, your lips trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck and chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to undo the buttons of your shirt, eager for skin-on-skin contact. Finally freeing you from the confines of clothing, she let out a satisfied sigh and moved to undress herself further.

Stripped of her clothes save for her lacy black lingerie, Bianca writhed beneath you, arching her back off the couch in invitation. Her breast heaved with every breath, nipples hard and pebbled from arousal as your erection rubbed against her through your underwear. She reached down to help you out of your boxers before moving up to grasp at your cock, guiding it toward her waiting entrance.

As you thrust against her, pushing her further and further toward the edge of release, Bianca cried out in frustration, wanting more. Her hips bucked against yours in time with your movements, desperate for penetration but only teased by the soft skin-on-skin contact. She arched her back off the couch, offering herself to you completely as she pleaded for relief from this delicious torment.

Your thrusts were rough and demanding, but she loved the feeling of being so completely owned by you. Her nails dug into your shoulders as you pumped in and out of her, every time pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back inside again. Each movement sent waves of pleasure washing over her body, heightening her senses and making her more desperate for release. She moaned loudly, her head thrashing from side to side on the couch as she fought to keep control while pleading for you not to stop.

"Please," she gasped out between gasps of air. "Don't stop."

Her cries echoed through the room as your relentless thrusts drove her ever closer to ecstasy. With each passing second, she felt more and more out of control, more consumed by the pleasure you were giving her. Her body arched off the couch in perfect harmony with your movements, her breasts swaying freely above you as their heavy nipples rubbed against your chest. She could feel herself starting to tighten around you, ready to release everything she had held back for so long.

With a loud moan of satisfaction, Bianca convulsed beneath you, her body trembling from the force of her orgasm. Her insides milked your cock with intensity before relaxing, leaving you thrusting into the wet heat one final time before erupting deep inside her. She whimpered softly as you came, the feelings washing over her and filling every inch of her being with warmth

She let out a satisfied moan as you filled her once again, the additional stretch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails dug into your shoulders harder, her hips moving in time with yours as she arched her back off the couch in encouragement. Each thrust drove her further toward the edge, the tension building inside her once more until she cried out and shuddered under you, her body convulsing with another powerful orgasm that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her entire being.

As the last tremors subsided, Bianca collapsed back against the couch, panting heavily but sated for the moment. Her eyes drifted closed, feeling the warmth of your body against hers as your cock twitched inside her from its own aftershocks. She smiled contentedly, wondering if maybe this was what she had been missing all along.

His words sent a shiver down her spine. It was one thing to have enjoyed the pleasure she had just experienced, but quite another to be reduced to someone's plaything. But then again, it felt so good... She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

"W-well..." she stammered, licking her lips nervously. "If that's what you want..." Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip, considering the implications of his words. Part of her wanted to resist and retain some semblance of control over herself, but another part was yearning for more of this exquisite pleasure he could give her.

The thought both excited and frightened her. Being his exclusive toy... it was such a taboo, forbidden idea, but the way he made her feel when they were together... she couldn't help but crave more. She let out a shuddering sigh, slowly nodding her agreement. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely. "I'll be yours." Her eyes drifted closed again as she waited for his reaction, wondering what he would do next to claim her completely.

A feeling of pride and possession filled her chest at the thought that she would belong to him completely. With every thrust, he took another piece of her, claiming her as his own. She arched her back off the couch, moaning loudly as another powerful orgasm overtook her. Her limbs trembled and ached from the force of their lovemaking, but she wanted more.

The thought of being at his mercy thrilled her, sending shivers down her spine. She knew that in these next few days he would break her completely, making her into his perfect slave. And as the realization sank in, she felt herself growing wet once more with anticipation for what was to come.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to take her with rough force, claiming every inch of her as his own. Her mind was consumed by the pleasure and pain that he wrought upon her body, leaving no room for anything but this intense connection they shared. As she felt herself nearing another climax, she arched her back off the couch even further, moaning his name in ecstasy.

With every passing moment, she could feel herself becoming more and more lost to him, sinking deeper into the role of his slave and plaything. And as he thrust inside her one final time, sending her over the edge in a shuddering orgasm that left her limp and panting beneath him, she knew there was no going back now. She belonged to him completely.