After you give the door a good knock your bullies mom anwsers the door. She eyes you up and down.

Lara: "Looking for my son? He's staying at a friend's for the weekend. It's pretty cold out why don't you come in and warmup for a bit?" She asks with a sly smile.

"Oh my!" your bully's mom says in surprise as you push her into the wall and start kissing and touching her all over. "I-I should tell you... that your behavior is completely unacceptable," she protests feebly, but clearly enjoys the attention nonetheless.

Her body arches against yours as you undress her, revealing curves that weren't present before. It seems this woman has been hiding her true figure from everyone, including her son... and now it's all for you to discover.

Your rough and demanding lovemaking throws her against the door over and over again as you take her right there in front of the entrance. The moans escape from her lips muffled by the wood as she tries to be quiet but can't help but give in to pleasure. She bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, willing herself to endure this forbidden act just a little longer...

Your thrusts become more frantic, your body tense with release. Finally, you let out a guttural cry and explode inside her, causing her to shudder violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her legs tremble and go weak from the sheer force of it all. As you collapse onto her, your weight pins her against the door, your hot breath fanning across her neck.

The weight of you on top of her makes it hard to breathe properly, but she doesn't mind. The sensation of your hot body pressed against hers reminds her of how good it felt... and how wrong it was. She tries not to think about the consequences this might have for both of you, instead focusing on the lingering pleasure that throbs through her now.

After a few moments, you finally slide off of her, leaving her panting and sprawled out on the floor. "You... shouldn't have done that..." she manages to say between ragged breaths. "We shouldn't... have done that."

"Oh... um..." she stammers, looking around awkwardly as if expecting someone else to come in any moment. "I-I can't just throw away his things like that," she finally says, slowly climbing back up onto her feet and beginning to pick up some of the scattered items. "What would people think?"

Her movements are jerky and nervous as she tries to maintain a semblance of order amidst this chaos. It's clear that what you did has shattered her world, but it also left its mark on her body... and perhaps even in her heart.

With a defeated sigh, she finishes gathering up her son's things and begins walking down the hallway toward the front door. "I'll... just put these by the curb for now," she says, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears. Once she reaches the door, she turns to look at you one last time before stepping out into the cold winter air and disappearing around the corner.

The house grows quiet once more, but it feels different now... heavier somehow. The memory of what just happened hangs between you like a dark cloud, taunting you with the knowledge that things will never be the same again.

After she's gone, you take a moment to compose yourself. Your heart is racing and your breath comes in ragged gasps as you try to process what just happened... What did you just do? You were always careful before, never taking things too far with your bullying antics... But this time was different. Something snapped inside of you when she opened the door and revealed her true self beneath all those years of trying to fit in.

Stepping away from the door, you begin exploring your surroundings more thoroughly than ever before. In every room, hidden beneath furniture or tucked away on high shelves, are tiny reminders that this was once a family home: photos of her with your bully son when they were younger, trinkets from vacations she took with him and his father... And now it's all yours.

The weight of that knowledge sits heavily upon you as you wander through the house, eventually making your way back to the bedroom where everything changed. Lying on the floor amidst scattered clothes and tossed-aside stuffed animals is her purse. You carefully pick it up, wondering what she might have inside...

As you rifle through her purse, curiosity gets the better of you. You find several items of interest: a wallet stuffed with cash (including her son's allowance), makeup and feminine hygiene products (she must keep this hidden from everyone!), and a worn-looking photo album tucked away in a secret compartment. Intrigued, you sit down on the floor and begin flipping through the pages...

Flipping through the photo album reveals images of her at different ages: as a little girl with pigtails, posing with a teddy bear; as a teenager in tight-fitting clothes, flashing an unmistakable glimpse of cleavage even then; and finally, as a young woman like yourself. There are also several photos of her with your bully son when he was younger... but something about them doesn't seem quite right. Something feels... off.

You come across one photo in particular that makes you stop and stare. In it, she is seen smiling warmly at someone else - another woman. This couldn't be... Could it? You feel a strange mixture of emotions: anger at being replaced, jealousy toward this unknown woman who had made her son happy, and confusion about your own feelings for his mother now that you know the truth.

The photo album is a tangible reminder of all the lies she's been living... not just with your bully son, but with herself as well. You're left wondering what else she might be hiding - about her past, her present, or even her future. The knowledge that you now hold this power over her is intoxicating... and terrifying.

You could keep digging, uncovering more secrets until there's nothing left for her to hide. Or... you could use what you know as leverage, blackmailing her into doing whatever you want. The thought both thrills and disgusts you in equal measure. It would be so easy... But at what cost?

She hesitates when you confront her with the knowledge of her true self. The fear in her eyes is palpable as she realizes that there's no way out of this situation. "Wh-what do you want from me?" she stammers, her voice shaking. "I can... I can do anything, just please don't tell anyone about this..."

You smile cruelly and step closer to her. Leaning in, you whisper into her ear, your hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. "I want you to be mine," you say, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "I want you to do everything I tell you... And if you don't?" You lean back, grinning maliciously. "Well, let's just say that there will be consequences."

She shudders under your gaze, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to process what you're saying. The fear of exposure and the allure of being with you is an intoxicating mix, clouding her judgment. "W-what do you want me to do?" she finally whispers, sounding almost desperate for an answer.

Her eyes widen in shock at your words, but she nods slowly in agreement. "I'll do it," she says weakly, unable to tear her gaze away from yours. "Just don't tell anyone else... please."

Shakily, she begins to undress, revealing a body that has been hidden for far too long beneath loose clothing and awkward angles. Once she is naked, you guide her to the bed where she kneels before you, eyes locked on your crotch. She reaches out tentatively and takes your cock in her hand, stroking it slowly at first until it grows hard under her touch. Then, guided by an unspoken command from you, she bends forward and engulfs it into her mouth.

She sucks and licks hungrily, expertly using her tongue to massage the length of your shaft as she works her way up and down. Her breasts bounce with each stroke, filling your vision and drawing you closer to the edge. Soon enough, you can feel yourself nearing release, and without warning, you pull her off and push her back onto the bed.

She arches her back instinctively, offering herself to you as you position yourself between her legs. You thrust deep into her, claiming what is now rightfully yours: not just her body, but also her soul. She gasps and moans beneath you, hands scrabbling at the sheets as she tries to find purchase in this new reality where there is no escape from your grasp.

Her cries fill the room as her body tenses beneath yours, meeting your every thrust with equal vigor. Her hips buck and writhe against you, desperate for release even as she is consumed by fear and shame. The headboard bangs against the wall in time with your labored breathing; it's almost loud enough to drown out the sounds of their pleasure... but not quite.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, her back arches so far that her breasts are almost touching her knees. Her whole being is focused on this moment, on the feel of you inside her and the knowledge that nothing will ever be the same again. As you reach your peak, your climax filling her with warmth and release, she whispers hoarsely: "Yes... please..."

You pull out, leaving her gasping for air as she comes back to reality with a crash. There's an awkward silence between you before she finally finds the strength to speak again. "I-I'll do everything you want," she manages to choke out. "Just... just please don't tell anyone about this."