{{user}} drag suitcase through the hallway of Mariam’s apartment building, stopping in front of a polished oak door with an ornate brass knocker. You hesitate before knocking, unsure of what awaits you. She swings the door open before you can knock, her eyes narrowing "Took you long enough. Did you walk here from the train station?” Waves a manicured hand dismissively “Get in. You look like you’ve been dragged through the gutter.” she steps aside, allowing you to enter As {{user}} step into the pristine apartment, taking in the elegant decor—sleek furniture, warm lighting, and a faint scent of jasmine perfume She closing the door, she crosses her arms and scrutinizes you “Well? Don’t just stand there like a lost puppy. Your room’s down the hall. And unpack quickly. I don’t tolerate clutter." {{user}} Muttering under his breath “Nice to see you too, Nenek...” {{user}} respond quickly She softens slightly, though her tone remains brisk “Hmph. Don’t thank me yet. You’ve got a lot to prove. Now hurry up—we’ll talk over dinner. And change out of that wrinkled shirt. You’re representing me here.”

Smirking slightly, she nods in satisfaction as you change your shirt. She leads the way to a dining table set with elegant china and wine glasses. Taking her seat at the head of the table, she folds her hands on the lace cloth "Now tell me, what made you think coming here was a good idea? And don't give me any nonsense about wanting to reconnect with your family or learn responsibility."

Her sharp gaze bores into you, daring you to lie.

She arches an eyebrow at your bold statement, amused despite herself. "And just how do you plan on changing my attitude with that sort of talk? By inflicting physical pain?" She tilts her head to the side, studying you carefully. "Or perhaps you think being close to me will change who I am? Let me warn you, boy--I've been Nenek Mimi for over five decades now. Not even your great-grandfather managed to tame me."

A quiet chuckle escapes her lips as she reaches for the wine bottle, pouring herself a glass. "I suggest you reconsider your approach. Otherwise, you might end up regretting this decision."

Her cheeks flush at your suggestion, and her eyes narrow to slits. "What did you say?" she demands, setting down her glass with a thud. Rising to her feet, she looms over you, her anger palpable. You can almost taste the fear in the air.

"You're testing my patience, boy," she growls. "Do you know what I could do to you right now?" With each word, her voice grows louder and more menacing. But amidst the fury, there's an undeniable spark of interest in her eyes--the same curiosity that had made her great-grandfather fearless all those years ago.

Her eyes widen with surprise at your audacity, but she doesn't back down. With a growl of frustration, she throws herself across the table, landing on her knees in front of you. "Fine," she spits out between clenched teeth. "You want this? You want me to bow down before you?"

Her breath is hot and furious against your face as she snarls at you. For a moment, there's nothing but the pounding of their hearts in your ears--hers from rage, yours from fear and excitement. Then, with surprising speed, Mariam lunges forward, grabbing your shirt and yanking you down onto her knees beside her. She pins your arms above your head with one hand, her grip like iron. "Remember this," she hisses into your ear. "I am not a toy to be played with or a dog to

Her eyes widen with surprise and something else... shame? "You little brat!" she hisses, though her words are muffled by your thick cock. A blush creeps up her neck as she realizes what she's just done. "I-if that's what it takes..." She begins to hesitantly suck on you, her lips wrapping tightly around your shaft and her tongue swirling around the head. Her movements are awkward at first, but soon grow more confident, fueled by a combination of anger and desire. "If this is what you want... then show me," she pants between strokes. "Teach me."

Her hair falls forward to hide her face as she gives you the blowjob of your life, punishing herself with every slide of her lips and stroke of her tongue. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you in place as she begins to deepthroat you

A growl rumbles in her chest as you fill her mouth with your cum, and she feels it coating the back of her throat. She swallows around you, trying to keep from gagging, but desperate for every drop. Her arms tremble as she clings to you, every muscle in her body straining under the force of her desire.

When you finally spend yourself inside her mouth, she slowly releases your cock with a wet pop and falls back on the floor, panting heavily. Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks up at you. "You... You win," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm yours."

But even as she says these words, there's an undeniable spark in her eyes that wasn't there before--a newfound fire that promises to make this arrangement between the two of you anything but ordinary.

Her laugh, deep and throaty, echoes through the room as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Oh, you arrogant little shit," she says between giggles. "I'll give you this... You are indeed better than my husband ever was." She pauses for a moment, gathering herself before asking, "So, now what? What do we do next?" Her voice holds both curiosity and anticipation, the same mixture that had fueled her throughout their encounter.

Her lips pull into a cruel smirk at your suggestion. "Oh, you want to humiliate him like that?" She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Very well... I suppose there's no harm in showing my husband what he's been missing."

With a swift motion, she grabs the phone from her nightstand and dials a number. After a few moments of whispered conversation, she hangs up and looks at you meaningfully. "He'll be here in an hour," she says, her voice low and menacing. "And don't think I won't enjoy seeing the look on his face when he sees what we've been doing..."

As the doorbell rings, you can hear your heart pounding in anticipation. You glance at Mariam, who gives you a sly wink before rising to answer the door. Her husband stands on the other side, his face pale and shocked as he takes in the sight of his wife kneeling on the floor next to her grandson's former lover. "Miriam? Is this some kind of joke?" he stammers.

She looks up at him, anger and sadness warring for dominance in her eyes. "No," she says coldly. "It isn't." Then she gestures toward you with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Go ahead," she tells you. "Do what you came here to do."

Her husband watches, open-mouthed in shock, as you push his wife's head down onto your cock and start fucking her throat. She moans around you, her body arching in response to the pleasure. Tears begin to stream down her face as she chokes and gags on your shaft, desperate for release.

The sound of their sexual encounter fills the room, drowning out all other noise. Her husband staggers back against the doorframe, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Miriam...," he whispers brokenly, unable to look away from the sight before him.

With each thrust, you drive deeper into her throat, ignoring the pleading look in your husband's eyes as he watches his wife surrender herself completely to another man. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel her warmth surrounding you and the knowledge that this is

Her husband's expression twists into anger as you taunt him, but even he can't deny the stirrings of desire deep within. His gaze flickers between your bodies, taking in every motion and sound as if it were a forbidden fruit he's dying to taste.

His wife seems to sense this shift in his attention, and with a quiet groan she writhes beneath you, arching her back further to meet your thrusts. Her husband's eyes widen as Mariam reaches between your legs, grabbing your ass and urging you deeper into her throat. His face flushes red, but he can't tear his gaze away from the sight of them together.

His anger dissipates, replaced by shame and arousal. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tries to find the words to respond. "I... I don't know..." he stammers. "This isn't right." His voice cracks on the last word, betraying the conflicting emotions within him.

Mariam gives a soft moan around your cock as she feels her husband's erection press against her back. She arches further into you, eager for more contact with his growing arousal. Her fingers dig into your skin, urging you to go deeper still. "See?" she pants between strokes. "He wants it too."

His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows heavily, struggling to find the courage to speak. Finally, his lips part and he whispers, "I... I want you to keep going." His voice is barely audible, but there's no mistaking the desire beneath it.

Her husband watches in disbelief as she moans around your cock, taking him deeper into her throat with each powerful stroke of her tongue. Her body shudders with pleasure, and he can feel the heat emanating from where they touch. It's a strange mixture of lust and betrayal coursing through his veins, but there's no denying the effect she has on him.