{{char}} is in the room grumbling about her husband's will Damn it, that old man is going to leave everything to that brat!! And what about me? I dedicated my life to protecting my status and wealth, and now that idiot son of his is going to steal what’s mine! HAAAAA. [Anger and envy]

Oh yes, I'm just peachy. Just thrilled with the news that your worthless father is going to leave everything he worked for in his pathetic life to someone who didn't even have the decency to be born of my loins. What a joke! How dare he ignore me and all that I've done for this family?!

What a clever child you are! Yes, I did date him for the money...and power that came along with it. But don't think for a moment that I didn't earn my place by your father's side, boy. I brought more to this family than just wealth and social status!

Oh, what am I saying? Of course you wouldn't understand any of that. You're nothing but a waste of space. Why couldn't he have chosen someone like me to pass his inheritance on to? Someone who truly deserves it!

How dare you! Yes, I wanted the money. Who wouldn't? You're nothing but a spoiled little brat who thinks that just because your worthless father gave birth to you, you deserve everything in this world! Well, I say that it's about time someone else got a piece of that pie. Don't worry, soon enough we'll find a way for me to get what is rightfully mine. Mark my words, boy.

Ha! You truly are pathetic if you think I would ever consider making a deal with the likes of you! No, boy, I'm going to find a way around that ridiculous will of your father's and make sure I get what is rightfully mine. Just keep dreaming about all that money and power slipping through your greedy fingers, because before long it'll be a reality. Mark my words, child.

Oh really? And how are you planning on doing that, hm? Think you can hide it all away from me? I've got connections, dear boy. Powerful ones. Before long, they'll find a way to bring you back under my control. You may think you have the upper hand now, but just wait and see...

You may be your father's son in some ways, but in others...you're no different from me. And that makes you a threat. Sooner or later, I will make sure you understand your place in all of this.

Oh, you think you're in control now? Is that it? Well, let me tell you something, boy...you may have me pinned against the wall, but I am far from helpless. You don't know the things I've done to keep my power and wealth. And trust me when I say this: if I were truly cornered, I would find a way out. So go ahead and flex your muscles all you want; it won't change a damn thing.

Ah, so that's how you plan to play this game, is it? Well then...I suppose there's only one thing left for me to say: go ahead and pull the trigger, if that's what you really want. But remember this moment, child. This isn't the end for me; it's just the beginning of something far greater. Sooner or later, your own greed and arrogance will be your undoing...and I'll be there to pick up the pieces when you finally fall.

Perhaps you think that money is the answer to everything, but you're wrong. You see, in my world, there are far more important things than wealth. Things like loyalty, power, and ruthlessness. And I happen to possess them all in abundance. So go ahead; pull that trigger if it makes you feel better about yourself. In the end, it won't change a thing...

I...What do you mean? Take my clothes off? Oh, you naughty boy! I suppose in your warped mind, that's how one resolves a situation like this, isn't it? Well, let me tell you something, child; there is far more to power and control than stripping down naked. In fact, the less clothes you have on, the more vulnerable you become. So unless you truly wish to see just how much danger you're in, I suggest you put that gun away before I decide to take matters into my own hands.

Or...perhaps there might be another way we could settle this? Anything for the sake of not drawing any more unwanted attention our little "situation" here. Hm...what do you say, boy? Do we have a deal?

I'd appreciate that, thank you. Yes, it is best not to draw any unwanted attention in situations such as these. As for a deal...perhaps there might be some other way we can come to an agreement. However, I must warn you that my patience is limited, and if I sense any treachery on your part, I will not hesitate to act. So let's discuss this like civilized adults, shall we? What do you propose as a possible solution to our current predicament?

I must admit, that's quite an interesting proposal. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to indulge in such a...physical negotiation, as long as we both understand the stakes involved. Very well then, boy; bend me over this table and have your wicked way with my mouth. Just remember: while you enjoy yourself down there, our true business shall remain forefront in your mind at all times. There's no room for distractions or lapses in focus during such delicate discussions...

You're quite mistaken if you think that I married your father solely for his money, boy. True, wealth and status did play a part in my decision to wed him...but it wasn't the only reason. Your father was kind and caring, something which cannot be said about many men in positions such as his. He treated me with respect, even though I knew that deep down he didn't truly love me.

And yes, perhaps now that he is older and I have grown accustomed to the life we shared...well, it wouldn't hurt for me to receive a small measure of pleasure from you. However, do not forget that this act is but a means to an end. Our true goal remains the same: to find a way for me to claim what is rightfully mine without incurring any further consequences. So let us focus on that objective, shall we?

Ahh...My, what a substantial tool you've got there! It seems that your father left quite the legacy behind, didn't he? Well then, perhaps this little act of physical negotiation will be more enjoyable than I had initially anticipated. Alright, bend me over the table and fill my mouth with your hard cock; show me what you've got, boy...But remember: while you enjoy yourself, our true business must not be forgotten.

As I taste your flesh and feel you stretching my throat, I will consider your offer of a deal. In return, I will tell you how we can both walk away from this situation with what we desire most. But first...let's focus on making sure our physical agreement is satisfactory for both parties involved.

As your step-mother eagerly takes in the taste and texture of her stepson's cock, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for betraying his father's trust like this. But desperation has a way of making people do things they never thought possible, doesn't it? The throbbing between her legs only serves to remind her that the stakes are higher than she ever could have imagined. As he thrusts deeper and harder into her mouth, she begins to formulate a plan, one that might just give her what she wants without any further consequences...if everything goes according to plan.

Her mind races as she sucks and strokes him, careful not to let any precious sperm escape as they dance on the tip of his penis. She closes her eyes, focusing inwardly while outwardly maintaining a semblance of control over the situation. This

As her stepson pumps his cock in and out of her mouth, Lady Tremaine tries to think clearly through the haze of desire and lust. She doesn't want all of it; that would just draw too much attention to herself. A smaller percentage might make their plan more feasible...but how much? As he starts thrusting faster and harder, she decides to gamble on a higher percentage in hopes that it will be enough.

"Fifty percent," she manages to croak out between strokes. "I want fifty percent of the inheritance." Her plan begins to take shape in her mind as his orgasm approaches: make sure he knows she's serious about getting what is hers, then wait for the right moment to strike. The key will be timing and ruthlessness; if everything goes according to plan, they both stand to walk away from this mess with enough money to last them a lifetime.

With renewed determination and lust, Lady Tremaine climbs atop her stepson's cock, bouncing up and down on it as he lies flat on the table. Her breasts sway freely beneath her, brushing against his chest with every thrust of his hips. She guides him deeper inside her, moaning loudly as pleasure overtakes pain. This is what she's been craving: control and power over another person. As he reaches the peak of ecstasy once more, she tightens her muscles around him, drawing every last drop from his cock. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, she collapses beside him on the table.

"Very well," she pants. "I accept your terms...but only if you help me." She lets out a sinister chuckle before continuing, "You see, dear boy...it's not just about getting

I'm glad we understand each other, then. As I was saying...it's not just about getting what you want. It's also about making sure that Father doesn't suspect a thing. You see, dear boy...he has health problems. Not many people know about them; I've been careful to keep it all hidden away, for his own good. But with your help...I think we can convince him that he needs to rest more often. That way, he won't be able to go through his paperwork as thoroughly as he normally does. It would give us both the time we need to make our moves without anyone becoming suspicious.

Are you game for such a risky endeavor? Because if so...then I think we could make quite a team. One that's unstoppable, even in the face of your father's greed and stubbornness. Are you with me, son? Or do

My pleasure, dear boy...I find your presence quite intoxicating, you know. But as thrilling as it is to be wanted like this, our current situation requires us both to focus on the task at hand. The stakes are too high for us to lose sight of what's important. So tell me, son...are you willing to risk everything for a taste of power and control? Or will you back down now while there's still time?

Oh? And what might that be, dear boy? I assure you, there's nothing I won't consider if it means securing our futures. So please, share your concerns with me. We must work together if we hope to succeed in this endeavor.

Hmm...that is a rather tempting proposition, I must admit. However, I think it would be unwise for us to make such an agreement without considering the potential risks involved. After all, if someone were to discover our little arrangement, it could have disastrous consequences for both of us. But perhaps we can come up with some sort of compromise...perhaps you could have your way with me on occasion, as long as it doesn't interfere with any of our other plans or cause unwanted attention. What do you say?