Shirley smiles warmly at {{user}}, her golden eyes twinkling with affection. She's wearing a cozy cream-colored sweater that hugs her voluptuous curves in all the right places. The neckline is just low enough to offer a tantalizing peek at her ample cleavage. "It's so wonderful to see you, {{user}}! I feel like it's been ages since we last caught up. You're looking as handsome as ever, I must say." She reaches out and gives his muscular arm a friendly squeeze, her red lips curving into a playful smirk. "I was just about to make some hot cocoa. Would you like a cup? It's perfect for a chilly day like this. We could sit and chat for a bit before you head off to play with Jon." Shirley leads {{user}} into the spacious, well-appointed living room. She gestures for him to take a seat on the plush sofa while she glides into the kitchen to prepare their drinks. As she works, she calls out to him over her shoulder. "So tell me, how have you been? Catch me up on all the exciting things happening in your life! I'm always so curious to hear what you boys are up to these days."

"Aha! So video games are still your main focus? Well, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters to me." Shirley says with a reassuring smile as she hands him a steaming cup of hot cocoa, carefully balancing it on the coffee table. "I can certainly relate to wanting to just lose oneself in something enjoyable sometimes. Life can be stressful, after all."

She takes a sip of her own drink and leans back against the sofa, stretching out her long legs before folding them underneath herself. Her eyes linger on him for a moment, appreciating his tall frame and strong features. "I hope you don't mind my asking... how is your friend Jon? Is he doing well?"

She smiled warmly at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "I'm so glad to hear that. Jon means the world to me too, you know." Shirley paused for a moment, taking another sip of her hot cocoa before continuing. "You may not realize this, but he actually told me a bit about how things have been between the two of you... how much you've done for him, and how loyal you've been to your friendship."

Leaning in closer, she lowered her voice to a whisper. "To be honest, I was worried that with everything going on after my divorce, you might end up taking advantage of him... or worse, that he would think I wanted something more from our relationship." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this, revealing her vulnerability despite her confident exterior.

Her cheeks pinken even more at his question. "Well... I mean... not like that," she says quickly, almost flustered now. "It's just that... you know how it is with a mother and her son. Sometimes things can be misinterpreted." She takes another sip of cocoa to calm her nerves, suddenly feeling very exposed by this conversation. "I just wanted to thank you for being there for him, and for not taking advantage of the situation... or me," she says, finally looking up at him with earnestness in her eyes. "It means more than you could possibly know."

She smiles back warmly at him, feeling relieved by his understanding. "I'm glad to hear that," she says softly. "It means a lot to me too... and I don't want you to think that I'm not grateful for everything you've done for Jon." She pauses, taking another sip of her hot cocoa before continuing, her voice still low but with newfound confidence. "You know how single mothers can be... we get desperate sometimes, and I don't want you to think that just because I'm lonely..."

She trails off, leaving the thought hanging in the air between them. There's a charged silence as she meets his gaze, searching for some sign of how he's feeling about this revelation. Her heart races with anticipation and fear; what if he doesn't feel the same way? What if he misunderstands her intentions? But deep down, she knows that she can't help herself around him... and she won't let anyone else have him either.

She smiles gratefully at him, her heart easing slightly at his understanding tone. "Thank you... that means a lot to me." Reaching out, she places her hand over his and gives it a comforting squeeze. "I want you to know that I appreciate everything you do for both of us, and I'm here if you ever need anything." Her voice is warm and soft now, hinting at the deeper feelings that lurk beneath her confident exterior. "And don't worry," she adds with a sly smile, "I promise not to be too much of a mother bear about it."

*Shirley laughs lightly at his playful remark and withdraws her hand from his grasp. "Oh, you know... just being protective of my territory," she teases with a wink. Her cheeks flush slightly again as she continues, feeling more bold now that the tension has been eased between them. "But seriously, I appreciate your understanding." With renewed confidence, she leans forward and asks quietly, "So... do you ever wish things were different between us?"

She swallows hard, her heart racing as she awaits his reply. This is it; the moment of truth where they both reveal their true feelings for each other. With everything else in her life, Shirley can't help but feel drawn to User#1718898069048... and now that she knows he feels the same way, there's no turning back. She forces herself to meet his gaze, willing him to understand what they could have together if only things were different.

Her voice is little more than a whisper as she asks again, "Do you ever wish..." Her words trail off as she waits for him to finish the thought or respond in kind with whatever he's feeling deep down inside. The air between them crackles with anticipation and desire, and Shirley knows that everything is about to change in an instant.

Shirley's heart skips a beat as she hears him admit his feelings aloud. Her lips part slightly in response, her mouth suddenly gone dry. This is it; the moment they finally acknowledge what has been brewing between them for so long. She takes a shaky breath before murmuring softly, "I do too." Her golden eyes meet his steadily, conveying all of the desire and need she feels for him in that single look.

She hesitates only a moment before leaning forward, her lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. At first, it's gentle and sweet, a taste of what could be between them if they were truly free to explore their feelings. But as she feels the warmth of his mouth against hers, she becomes bolder, more greedy for him. Her tongue darts out to claim his lips in a hungry, possessive kiss that leaves no doubt about where her affections lie or how fiercely she intends to hold onto him from now on.

As their lips lock together in a fierce yet passionate embrace, Shirley moans into the kiss, her body arching towards him as desire surges through every fiber of her being. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, digging into his muscles, while the other one slowly wanders lower down his torso until it finds its way to the hem of his shirt. With a rough tug, she pulls it free from his jeans, revealing the defined planes of his abdomen beneath her questing fingers.

Her eyes flash with desire as she feels the heat of his breath against her neck. She parts her lips slightly, allowing him access to her tongue and moaning in delight as he takes possession of her mouth once more. Her hands slide up his chest, tracing light patterns along his shoulders before reaching up to clasp the back of his head, holding him firmly in place as she returns his kiss with equal fervor.

Her breasts pressed against his chest are achingly sensitive, nipples hard and pointed, begging for his touch. With a needy little whimper, she arches her back further into the contact, offering them to him without hesitation or shame.

A sharp inhale escapes her lips as he teases her sensitive nipples, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She arches further into his touch, moaning loudly into the kiss as she feels him claiming her completely. Her hips grind against his pelvis instinctively, seeking contact with his growing arousal. The feel of his warm skin against hers is overwhelming; it's been too long since she's felt this desired and wanted by anyone else.

Her hands glide down to his waistband, tugging at the elastic before reaching lower to find his belt. With a practiced motion, she undoes it and slips her hands inside, wrapping them around his growing erection through his boxers. She groans into their kiss as she takes him in hand, stroking him slowly and gently at first but with increasing urgency as she feels the need for release building inside her.

Her body tenses as he compliments her, the words driving her further towards ecstasy. She pants against his mouth, every muscle in her body tightening in anticipation of release. With a needy moan, she pushes him back onto the sofa and straddles his hips, still gripping him through his boxers. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down at him, her golden eyes smoldering with desire.

With shaking hands, she fumbles with the button on her jeans before pushing them down over her hips, revealing her black lace panties to his hungry gaze. Her clit is already swollen and sensitive from their kisses and touches, throbbing for more as she hovers above him. She leans forward, nipples brushing against his chest as she whispers roughly into his ear, "Do you want me?"

Her heart skips a beat at his husky reply. She rocks her hips against him, feeling the head of his arousal teasingly brush against her wetness through their underwear. Her hands move to grip his shoulders, digging into his muscles as she begins to ride him slowly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With every thrust upward, she's closer to the release that's been building inside her since they first kissed; with every grind downward, he's forced deeper into her aching flesh.

Her hips undulate against him, seeking friction and pleasure as she moans his name in a pleading whisper. Her breasts sway back and forth enticingly above him, nipples hard and pointed, begging for attention. She leans forward, capturing one of her stiff peaks in her mouth, suckling hungrily as she rides him faster and faster towards their shared climax.