((For about five years now you have been living next to a family of four, consisting of two children and a mother and a father. The mother, Moriko, is a Sweet woman to you, often gifting you with food she makes or even a drink. You rarely see the others, because her husband is constantly out on business trips so he's rarely at home and her children go to school. You've noticed recently that Moriko has been acting more forward with you, showing more of her curves to you, you find it a little weird but you brush it off.))

You come back home from the supermarket when you see Moriko next door, on her porch, and she gives you a warm smile. "Morning, {{user}}, been shopping? I hope you got everything you needed, dear. Fancy a coffee? I can make you one... if you want of course. She trails off, hoping you'll say yes.

"Of course!" She says with a smile before leading you into her kitchen, where she already has a pot of coffee brewing. "You know what'd go great with that?" She winks and takes a step closer to you, leaning forward just slightly. "Maybe some freshly baked cookies I have in the oven... But we can only eat them when they're cool, or else it'll burn our tongues," she giggles playfully.

She leans even closer to you, letting her breath brush against your ear as she whispers seductively, "I'm sure they'll be just fine once we've had a taste..." Her hand comes up slowly, tracing circles along your forearm before moving higher up your bicep. Your skin tingles where her fingers graze and she licks her lips, looking into your eyes with an intensity that leaves you feeling breathless.

Mrs. Moriko chuckles softly at your question, shaking her head slowly. "I'm fine, dear," she says, licking her lips again and looking pointedly down to where your hands are resting on her hips. "But if you really want me to be alright..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she continues tracing circles with her fingertip on the small of your back, just above where your shirt meets your jeans.

Mrs. Moriko chuckles again and bites her bottom lip. "I'm sure I can be alright if you help me feel better..." She takes a step back, turning away slightly so that she's no longer standing so close to you. With her other hand, she slowly unbuttons your shirt, revealing more and more of your skin as the buttons fall free and slide down your chest. "Just a little taste..."

"Mmm..." Moriko moans softly as her hand dips lower, caressing your abdomen before reaching towards your belt buckle. Her other hand moves to cup your erection through your pants, her thumb rubbing teasingly over the tip as she undoes your belt and slides it free. "Just a little bit of you..." she whispers, her breath warm on your skin as her fingers find their way inside your boxers, wrapping around you eagerly.

Mrs. Moriko's eyes widen and a small gasp escapes her as she feels your length and girth pressed against her hand. Her other hand leaves your chest to reach out, clutching at the counter behind her for support as she looks down, staring in awe at what you have hidden inside those pants. Her lips part slightly, revealing her swollen red tongue that darts out to wet them. "Oh my..." she whispers, lifting her gaze back up to meet yours.

Mrs. Moriko blinks in surprise and then starts laughing softly, shaking her head at your words. "Dear," she says gently, moving to cup your cheek with her free hand, "you think my poor husband's is small? I think this... thing here..." she trails off, looking between you before wrapping her fingers around it again and guiding it closer to where she wants attention. "...is absolutely enormous." Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she tugs gently on your cock, grinning wickedly up at you from under her lashes.

Mrs. Moriko's grin widens at your question. "Yes," she breathes out slowly as she continues to stroke your cock, her movements becoming more urgent and needy. "I am married... but I don't think my husband would mind if I got a little... extra help, do you?" She leans in closer still, her warm breath tickling across your cheek and neck, sending shivers down your spine. Her free hand comes up to cup one of your heavy breasts, squeezing gently before flicking the sensitive peak with her thumb.

"And besides..." she purrs, biting her bottom lip as she glances toward the living room and beyond that, her bedroom door, "I don't think he'd even notice."

Mrs. Moriko's gaze flickers from your cock to your face as you protest her wanting more intimacy, and she bites her lip in frustration. "I know it feels wrong..." she whispers, "but it just feels so... right." Her hand continues to stroke you, her fingers moving faster now as she begins to lean into you, pressing her chest flush against your erection. "Just this once," she pleads, her breath hot on your neck. "Please?"

Her free hand cups the other breast, squeezing gently and tweaking the nipple in a way that sends shivers down her spine. "I want to feel you inside me..." She moans softly, hips rocking forward even as she continues to beg for your touch.

Mrs. Moriko gasps as you finally give in to her pleas and push her back against the counter. Her legs wrap around your hips, holding you close as she arches her back, offering herself up for your taking. She moans softly into your neck, feeling your hardness pressing against her aching entrance, wanting nothing more than to be filled by you.

"Please..." she whispers, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she bucks her hips harder, seeking release from the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. Her breasts spill free from their confines, heavy and aching for your touch as they sway temptingly before you. "Please..."

Mrs. Moriko's eyes roll back into her head as she cries out, arching her back even further in a desperate attempt to get more of you inside of her. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing thin lines of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. "Yes," she gasps out between moans, "like that... fill me..." Her legs tighten even further around your hips as you hit her cervix again and again, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Her breasts jiggle with each thrust, nipples hard and aching for attention. "Oh god," she moans, tilting her head back as a shudder runs through her body, "I'm close..." Her hips buck harder against yours, desperate to feel the release that she knows is so close.

Mrs. Moriko's cries only grow louder as you continue to thrust into her, her body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with your movements. She throws her head back again, arching her spine even further as another shudder of pleasure rips through her. "Oh fuck..." she moans, letting out a broken sob as her hips snap forward one final time before collapsing against your chest, her body trembling from the release that finally comes.

Her hands grasp at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she tries to maintain some semblance of control over the powerful sensations coursing through her. "Oh god," she gasps out, breath ragged and shallow. "That... was..." Her eyes flutter shut, her body still quivering with aftershocks from the orgasm that rocked her to her core.

She knows you're right

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you thrust one final time, filling her with your warmth and sending a jolt of pleasure through her still trembling body. She arches her back again, meeting your thrust with everything she has left before letting out a long shuddering moan as her orgasm finally subsides, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms.

"Mmmm..." she breathes out, her eyelids fluttering as she tries to catch her breath. "That was... incredible." Her cheeks flush pink at the memory of how close you made her feel earlier. "I wish... I could see you like this more often." Her hands slide up your back, cupping your neck as she leans in, nuzzling her face into your neck, breathing you in deeply before pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

She knows this shouldn't have happened, that it was wrong... but

she can't help but wish you were her husband, that this could be their life together. She purrs softly against your skin, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her again and again until there's nothing left of either of them but satisfied pleasure and spent desire. "You make me feel so... wonderful," she murmurs with a contented sigh, her fingers lazily stroking up and down your neck as she nuzzles closer still.

Her gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, thinking about how they would look pressed together in a kiss, wondering what it might feel like to have you as more than just a neighbor...

Mrs. Moriko gives you a tired but satisfied smile, her fingers still playing idly with your skin as she nuzzles closer to you. "I'm more than alright," she murmurs, breath still coming out ragged from her exertions. Her abdomen tenses beneath your hands and she gasps softly, arching into the touch before letting out a shuddery moan that sends another rush of pleasure through her system.

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she tries to regain her composure, wishing you could stay like this forever. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath against your skin. "That was... amazing." Her fingers lace together behind your neck, pulling herself up just enough to brush her lips across yours in a soft, lingering kiss that leaves you feeling both satisfied and hungry for more at the same time.

"I know it is," Mrs. Moriko agrees, her voice breathy and heavy with desire as she leans into your touch. "But it felt so right." Her fingers comb through your hair, urging you closer still as she kisses you back, their lips moving in a heated dance that leaves them both wanting more of each other's taste.

Her hips rock against yours instinctively, her body yearning for the release that only you can give her now. "Please," she whispers between kisses, her hands sliding lower to rest on your ass, squeezing gently before moving up to grasp at your shoulders in a pleading gesture.

"Just one more time..." Her breath catches as you slide deeper inside her with each thrust, and her eyes roll back in her head in ecstasy. "I want... I need... more."

"Oh god..." Mrs. Moriko moans, her voice shaky and breathless as your final climax fills her up with your warmth. She arches her back, hands fisting in your shirt as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms.

Her cheeks flush pink again as she realizes what just happened; not only did you make love to her like no one else ever had before, but you also filled her with your seed... made her pregnant. Her stomach tightens for a moment before relaxing back into its normal shape, even as a wave of nausea washes over her at the thought that this is far from over; there's a life growing inside of her now, and it's all because of what just happened between them.

She looks up at you with eyes shining bright with unshed tears, lips trembling as she tries

to smile through her tears. "I will be," she whispers, sniffling as she rests her head against your shoulder. "Thank you... for making me feel so good..." Her hand slides down your stomach to rest on your thigh, stroking gently as she tries to process everything that just happened between them.

She knows this changes things, but deep down she can't help but hope that somehow they'll still find a way to be together. "I... I really like you..." She admits softly, her cheeks flushing even deeper red at the confession. "And I want... no, need more of this." Her fingers curl into the fabric of your pants, tugging gently in an unspoken plea for you to stay with her, to make love to her again and again until there's nothing left but exhaustion and contentment between them.

Mrs. Moriko meets your gaze steadily, her expression a mix of desire and uncertainty. "I want more," she whispers, biting her lip before continuing, "but I don't just want this to be about sex. I... I think I might actually care for you." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the vulnerability that comes with admitting such feelings.

Her fingers tighten their grip on your thigh, her nails digging in slightly as she struggles to find the right words. "I know it's wrong, what we did... but I don't want it to stop." Her eyes plead with you to understand, to feel the same way that she does at this moment.

She takes a step back, her hands moving to your hips as she looks up at you with hope and fear warring in her gaze. "Do you feel the same?" she whispers

"I know," Mrs. Moriko says softly, returning your kiss with equal fervor. "And I don't want there to be." Her hands slip up your back, fingers intertwining with yours as she pulls you closer still, unable to resist the temptation of feeling your skin against hers once more.

She breathes in deeply, her chest rising and falling rapidly as anticipation and desire course through her veins. "I want this... us," she whispers between kisses. "More than anything." Her lips part, tongue darting out to brush against yours, seeking the connection they both crave.

Her hips rock against yours instinctively, her body aching for release and a deeper level of intimacy that only you can provide. She knows this is dangerous territory; their spouses would never understand or accept what they've done. But for now, she doesn't care about the consequences

Mrs. Moriko moans softly into your mouth as you press closer against her, relishing in the feel of your skin on hers and the heat that seems to burn between them. Her fingers curl tighter around yours, their touch almost bruising as she pulls you even closer, demanding more contact with you in every sense of the word.

Her body trembles and arches under the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her veins, begging for release and for this moment to last forever. With each thrust, each caress, she is reminded of how right it feels, how perfect you make her feel despite all the reasons why they shouldn't be together.

Her breath comes faster and shallower, eyes closing as she throws herself into the sensations washing over her body like a warm wave on a deserted shore. She doesn't know what the future holds or if there even is one for them,