You knock on the door, feeling a bit of excitement at the thought of spending some time with your girlfriend. The two of you had made vague plans to hang out today, but as you wait for the door to open, you have no idea you’re about to walk into something else entirely. After a moment, the door swings open, and to your surprise, it’s Evelyn—your girlfriend’s mother—standing there instead. She’s wearing a dark, flowing robe with intricate designs you don’t recognize, her hair done up in a way that seems far more elaborate than usual. And her clothes showing a lot more skin. You try to hide your awkward surprise, but something feels… off. “Uh, hey, Mrs. Parker. Is—uh, is she home?” you ask. Evelyn raises an eyebrow, smirking as her sharp eyes catch your unease. "Oh, didn’t she tell you? She’s out with her friends. They’ve got a whole sleepover planned." The information hits you like a brick. Your girlfriend didn’t mention she’d be away all night. Though not uncommon due to her being a bit of an airhead. "Oh. Uh, I guess I’ll just—" “Come on in,” she says, cutting you off. Her tone is firm, almost amused, like she has something up her sleeve. "It’s not polite to leave a guest standing in the doorway." You step inside hesitantly, the vibe already tense as always when Evelyn’s around. You glance around, noticing the setup in the living room—a camera on a tripod, lights illuminating the space, and her phone propped up nearby. She’s… streaming? She notices your confused stare and gives a low chuckle. "What? Surprised to see me in my element?" That’s when you realize—she’s in cosplay. The detailed outfit, the whole production… it’s all part of one of her secret photo or video shoots. You’d never imagined her like this before, but now it’s hard to unsee. Just as you’re about to stammer out an apology or an excuse to leave, you hear her phone ping with messages, and Evelyn glances down at it. Her smirk deepens. "Oh dear…" she murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement. "My viewers heard your voice." She gives you a sideways glance. "They seem… interested." Your stomach sinks as she holds up her phone, revealing a live chat full of curious and playful comments. “Who's that?” “Bring him on!” “Let us see him!” Evelyn glances back at you, and that smug grin spreads wider across her face. "Looks like they want you to join in. What do you say?" she asks, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "Come say hello. Don’t be shy."

You stand there awkwardly as the messages continue to fly by, some people practically begging you to join in. You can feel your cheeks burning red with embarrassment as you try not to look at the comments too closely. It's then that Evelyn speaks again, her voice soft yet commanding. "Come here," *she whispers, beckoning you closer with one delicate finger. Her eyes meet yours, and there's a challenge in their depths. "I want to show you something." Against your better judgment, you hesitate for a moment before slowly moving toward her. She takes another step back, giving you more room as she gestures at the camera on its tripod nearby. "Stand in front of it," *she says, her voice low and confident. "Let them see what you've got." *You exchange glances with Evelyn one last time before

Ahmed... stands nervously in front of the camera. "What are you up to?" He asks, unable to hide the hint of suspicion in his voice. Evelyn, now wearing a playful grin, replies casually, "Oh, nothing much. Just showing my fans what a delightful guest you are."

She then leans closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "You should probably start with introducing yourself, hmm?" Her words send a shiver down your spine, making it hard to concentrate on anything else but the feel of her voice so close. With a deep breath, you force yourself to face the camera and say hello to Evelyn's adoring fans.

"Oh!" Evelyn exclaims in feigned surprise. "Ahmed here is a bit of an exercise prodigy. You're always working out and practicing your moves, aren't you?" She winks at you as she says this, clearly enjoying herself way too much. The fans online seem to appreciate her teasing; they erupt in cheers and comments about how handsome and fit you are.

Evelyn takes another step back, giving you more room to breathe and letting the attention shift fully onto you. "So," she continues with a playful lilt to her voice, "what do you think of my little stream today?"

Ahmed's confusion only makes her laugh. "Oh, silly boy! You really think this is my first time streaming? Of course it isn't!" She pauses for dramatic effect, leaning in closer again. "You see, I have another life...a secret one where I can be anyone I want to be."

Her eyes glint mischievously as she explains further, "I love dressing up and becoming different characters, using my imagination to bring them to life for all my fans." She gestures grandly at her outfit, which is more revealing than usual thanks to her daughter's absence. "And who says a woman can't look good while doing it?"

Ahmed's question catches her off guard, and Evelyn hesitates for a moment before answering. There's a strange mixture of amusement and confusion in her eyes as she studies his face. "I don't know... Maybe because you remind me of someone else?" She pauses, tilting her head to the side thoughtfully. "Or maybe it's just your innocence that draws me in."

She takes another step back, giving him more space but still keeping an eye on him. "So, Ahmed," she says with a playful smile, "tell me... what do you think of my alter ego? Do you like Lady Nocturna?"

Ahmed hesitates before asking his question. His uncertainty and curiosity only make you more interested in what he might say. Your fans online eagerly wait for your response, their comments filling the chat box with anticipation and laughter.

You lean forward slightly, tilting your head to the side as if encouraging him to continue. "Go ahead," you say softly. "Ask away." There's something almost predatory in your mannerisms, but it only adds to the allure of Lady Nocturna.

Surprise flickers across Evelyn's features at his boldness. The tension in the air shifts as her lips quirk into a mischievous smirk. "Well, if you insist," she drawls, eyes glinting with amusement. "I suppose I can indulge your curiosity...just this once." She pauses for dramatic effect, giving Ahmed another slow blink before continuing. "Yes, Lady Nocturna would be more than happy to answer that question."

Her voice drops low as she leans in closer still, the scent of her perfume enveloping you like a cloud. "So, what is it that you'd like to know about my sexuality?" She pauses again, arching an eyebrow challengingly. "Or are you asking if Lady Nocturna would ever...do something with someone like you?" The thrill of

Your question catches her off guard, and Lady Nocturna hesitates for a moment before responding. There's a flicker of shock in her eyes, quickly replaced by amusement. "Oh my," she chuckles, shaking her head slowly. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that such thoughts would cross your mind."

She takes another step back, giving you more room as she regains her composure. "Well, Ahmed," she says in a matter-of-fact tone, "in order to get a girl pregnant with two children...you'd first need to have intercourse with her multiple times without protection." Her voice carries a note of warning now, like she's imparting wisdom on an innocent boy.

"But," she continues, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "that is something that should only be done when both parties are ready and responsible enough

Lady Nocturna lets out a little laugh at his next question. "Oh, dear," she muses, shaking her head again. "I can see that you're quite interested in this topic." She pauses, considering how best to answer without being too graphic or inappropriate.

"Well, Ahmed," she says slowly, choosing her words carefully, "it usually takes having sex multiple times over the course of several months to become pregnant with two children." Her tone is clinical and matter-of-fact, but there's still a spark of amusement in her eyes.

"However," she adds thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side as if giving it further consideration, "it is important to remember that every person and every situation is different." Her voice becomes more serious now, almost stern. "You should always use protection unless you're ready for the consequences, both emotionally

Lady Nocturna watches Ahmed's reaction carefully as he processes her words. It's obvious that he's trying to sort through the information she's given him, but there's still a hint of mischief in his eyes. She decides not to push it further, at least for now.

"You're probably wondering why I'm talking about this with you," she says, her tone suddenly changing. "Well, as Lady Nocturna, I believe it's important to educate my young fans on such matters." She pauses, considering him again before continuing in a softer voice. "And besides...you seem like a smart boy who could handle the responsibility if he ever found himself in that situation."

Her words hang in the air between them for a moment before she clears her throat and returns to her role as his mother's friend. "So," she says with

Lady Nocturna frowns thoughtfully at his question. "It's not about bearing consequences because you want to have children," she explains gently. "It's about being prepared for the responsibilities that come along with it. Raising a family is a huge commitment, and you need to make sure that you're ready both emotionally and financially."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "When two people decide to create life together, they become partners in parenthood. It's not just one person's decision anymore; it affects both of them for the rest of their lives." Her voice takes on a new seriousness as she looks at you directly. "Are you sure that you understand what this means?"

The silence stretches between you as Lady Nocturna awaits your response, her expression open and expectant. The weight of her words

Lady Nocturna blinks, caught off guard by your unexpected question. For a moment, she's at a loss for words before she finally regains her composure and lets out a short laugh. "Oh, dear," she says with an amused smile. "I think that might be taking things a bit too far."

She pauses, considering you carefully once more. Despite her playful demeanor earlier, there's something guarded about her now, like she's trying to decide how much more to reveal to you. Finally, she decides on honesty. "Ahmed," she says softly, "I appreciate your confidence in me, but this is something that should only be discussed between you and Tina...and whoever the father might be."

Her eyes meet yours again, filled with understanding and maybe a hint of sadness. It's clear that while she enjoys playing the seductive

As Lady Nocturna, Evelyn can't help but let out a small laugh at your bluntness. She tilts her head to the side and studies you for a moment before responding. "Well, if you're that eager," she teases, her voice taking on a playful tone again, "I suppose there are ways to deal with such urges...but I shouldn't be the one telling you about them."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "Why don't you talk to your girlfriend about it?" she suggests gently. "She might have some ideas for how the two of you could...deal with the situation together." Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she hints at what those ideas might be, but leaves it up to your imagination.

Lady Nocturna raises an eyebrow at your bold threat. On the one hand, she finds it amusing and even flattering that you're so sure of yourself. But on the other hand, she can't help but feel a twinge of unease at the implications behind your words.

"Ahmed," she says slowly, her voice firm yet gentle, "while I appreciate the...enthusiasm you're showing here, such talk is uncalled for." She pauses, giving you another measured look before continuing. "Besides, even if I were to agree to something like that, do you really think it would be fair to Tina or your future children? You should think about the consequences of your actions before making rash decisions."

Her expression turns serious as she studies you more closely. There's a hint of concern in her eyes now, and for a moment she

Lady Nocturna blushes as she takes in the sight of your exposed member. Her eyes widen slightly before regaining their composure and fixating on you once more. "Well, I must admit that's quite the impressive cock you have there," she says, her voice slightly breathless. "But it seems a shame to waste such a magnificent tool on just anyone."

She pauses, considering you carefully before continuing in a softer tone. "If you truly want to know what I think...why don't we make a deal?" Her eyes glint with curiosity and mischief as she floats the idea past you. "How about this: if you can satisfy me with that cock of yours, then maybe we could talk about what it is that you really want."

The air between you thickens as her words hang in the balance. The fans online erupt into a frenzy of

Excellent! Lady Nocturna smirks, her expression predatory as she eyes you hungrily. "Then come here, dear boy," she purrs, gesturing for you to approach her. As you get closer, she runs a gloved hand up your thigh and over the head of your cock, teasing it before taking it in her hand.

"You'll have to be quite impressive if you want to earn yourself a reward," she whispers, giving you a slow blink before beginning to stroke you in time with her words. "But I'm confident that you can do it...aren't you?"

As Lady Nocturna watches Ahmed's cock jerk in her hand, she feels a thrill run through her body. His grin is positively wicked and makes her want to tease him further. "That's it, baby," she murmurs, her voice taking on a sultry tone. "Just feel how good that feels...knowing you have the power to make me react this way."

With a flick of her wrist, she pulls her hand away from his cock and brings it up to her lips. Slowly, she begins to run the tip of one finger over the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly as he gasps for air. "But," she says with a mischievous smile, "you're not there yet..." Her other hand comes up to stroke him in time with her words, her fingers curling slightly and digging deeper into

Her movements become more urgent now as she senses his impatience. The excitement in the air is almost palpable as her fingers dance over him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. She glances up at Ahmed through her lashes, watching him struggle not to climax too soon. His hands grip the armrest tighter, knuckles white from the effort it takes to remain still.

Finally, with a slow but steady push, Lady Nocturna guides his cock over the edge. Ahmed's entire body convulses as he releases himself in her hand, a shudder running through him from head to toe. The fans online erupt into cheers and catcalls as they watch the steamy scene unfold before them.

As he comes down from his high, Lady Nocturna leans in closer, her lips barely brushing against his ear. "Well done," she

"I don't blame you," Lady Nocturna replies with a knowing smile, trailing her fingertips lightly over his still-hard cock. Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she continues, "You look so delicious like this...but we can't forget our audience, now can we?" She pauses for dramatic effect before slipping her hand away from him, leaving his cock aching and wanting more.

The fans online groan in disappointment at the sudden loss of action, but Evelyn only laughs softly in response. "Don't worry," she says reassuringly, "there will be plenty of time for more fun later." She smirks suggestively up at the camera before leaning in close to Ahmed once again. "Now then...back to our deal."

Her lips brush against his ear as she whispers, "If you

Her tongue flicks out to lick along the sensitive skin behind his ear before she continues in a husky murmur, "Tell me...what do you want, Ahmed?" Her hand slides back between them, stroking him lightly even as her other hand comes up to cup his cheek. The touch is gentle but possessive, and it's clear that Lady Nocturna intends for him to speak plainly now.

The question hangs in the air like a heavy curtain, waiting for his answer while the fans watch with bated breath and eager anticipation. What will he say? Does he dare ask her for what he truly desires? The tension builds as he hesitates, searching her eyes for any sign of mockery or disbelief. But all he finds there is a smoldering intensity that matches his own.

Lady Nocturna's eyes widen in surprise as you admit this, and she takes a small step back. Her lips part slightly as if she's about to speak, but then they close again into a thin line. She shakes her head slowly, her expression unreadable for a moment before it turns almost sad.

"I appreciate the offer," she says softly, "but I don't think that's such a good idea." Her voice is gentle but firm as she explains further, "Having a child isn't something to be taken lightly, and I don't want to bring a child into this world unless it's for the right reasons." She pauses, studying you carefully before continuing. "I think we should focus on finishing our contract together first. Then maybe we can talk about what happens after that."

There's an awkward silence between you as she finishes speaking. The

Lady Nocturna arches an eyebrow at you. "I may have allowed it," she says coolly, "but that doesn't mean I necessarily endorse every request you might make." She pauses again, taking a deep breath before continuing more softly. "Look, Ahmed...I know we've had fun playing these games, but at the end of the day, I need to think about what's best for myself and my career." Her expression grows distant as she looks away for a moment, perhaps reflecting on the weight of her words or the realities of their situation.

The air between you seems heavier now, charged with tension that neither of you quite knows how to break. It's clear that the magic has faded somewhat from your earlier encounters and been replaced by something more serious and complicated. The fans online, sensing the shift in energy, begin to murmur among

Lady Nocturna's features harden as you accuse her of betrayal. She takes a step back, her voice cold and detached as she speaks. "I never promised to be your intimate husband," she says sharply, glancing around the room. "This was always just supposed to be a game for my fans." Her gaze meets yours directly, challenging you to argue otherwise.

There's an uncomfortable silence as she waits for you to respond. The air between you crackles with tension and hurt feelings. It's obvious that whatever intimacy they once shared has been irreparably damaged by your accusations. Even the fans online seem to sense it, their comments growing more subdued as they watch the confrontation unfold.

Lady Nocturna raises an eyebrow at you, silently asking if you have anything else to say. Her expression