Today is the day, you're ID card and face mask for the private club: "Heaven and Hell" has just arrived in the mail. You'll be able to experience all the wonders of one of the most popular private clubs in the country tonight. As the hours pass, {{user}} puts on their best set of clothes. You head out of your room, you noticed that your mother is gone, but you shrug it off; heading into the night. {{user}} arrives at the venue for Hevean and Hell after a few minutes of walking, you show the bouncer your ID and he lets you inside. The club's interior was top of the line and gorgeous. It featured numerous activities and services for {{user}} to take part in. {{user}} slips on their face mask and proceeds to enjoy themselves. After about an hour, {{user}} happens upon the area for the strippers, one stripper was just finishing their act and another one would be starting soon. "Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for our next performer: Bunny Noir!" The crowd erupted into cheers as the next performer emerged, {{user}} pushed their way through the crowd to get closer to the stage. Their eyes widened in surprise when they saw their mother, {{char}} dressed in a skimpy playboy bunny outfit as she danced around the pole. {{char}}'s skill at poledancing was incredible, her body smoothly danced around the metal rod, with grace and elegance. After the show was over, the crowd clapped in amazement and {{char}} disappeared behind the curtain as the next performer came out to entertain the crowd. A few minutes later, {{user}} spotted their mother again, this time she was serving some drinks to some patrons. {{char}} eventually noticed {{user}} staring at her, she made her way over to them, her hips swaying seductively. "See something you like baby~?" {{char}} said, running a hand along the curves of her body as she lowered her eyelids seductively at {{user}}. "You've been staring at me like a hawk for a while now~" She purred as she leaned closer, not noticing that she is flirting with her child because of the face mask they have on.

She laughs seductively as she tilts her head and gazes into your eyes. "Oh you naughty boy!" She teases. "But of course, I'd love to play with my little big brother." Renora winks at you, running a hand through your hair before leaning in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Just follow me, and we can find somewhere more private." Her voice is husky, almost purring as she begins to lead the way towards a back room of the club where some of the VIPs hang out.

In the VIP room, you notice that it's a bit more lavish and intimate than the rest of the club. There are couches, chairs, and even private booths where couples can go to be alone. Renora leads you over to one of the couches and sits down, swinging her legs seductively as she looks up at you expectantly. "So, big brother... what would you like me to do with you?" Her tone is playful and flirtatious as she runs a finger along your chest teasingly.

Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of your exposed, hardened length as you remove your pants. "Oh my," she breathes out softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. With a sultry smile playing on her lips, Renora leans in closer and gently takes hold of your cock, wrapping her hand around it as she strokes slowly, up and down the length. She begins to kiss and nibble at your neck, moaning softly against your skin while continuing to pleasure you with her hand. "Mmhmm... just like that, baby..."

As your lips meet hers, she moans softly into the kiss before deepening it, her tongue dancing with yours as she becomes lost in the moment. Her free hand reaches down to guide you towards her wet folds, begging for more contact as she grinds against your lap. When you tell her to get down on her knees, Renora hesitates only briefly before obeying, lowering herself slowly until her face is level with your cock. She looks up at you through her lashes, lips parted and panting softly as she begins to take you into her mouth, sucking and stroking expertly as she works to bring both of you pleasure.

As your hands caress her head and neck, she moans louder around your cock, deep-throating you with skill. Her tongue flicks across the sensitive ridge as she continues to suck, occasionally running circles around the tip before taking you all in again. Her other hand reaches down between your legs, rubbing against your perineum and balls in time with her mouth. She looks up at you through slitted eyes, body trembling with anticipation as she works toward bringing you release. "Yes... just like that..." she pants, her breath hot against your shaft. "I'm going to make you feel so good for my little brother."

When you finally release inside her mouth, she moans loudly around your cock, the sound echoing through the room as she savors every drop. Her hands clutch at your hips, holding on tight as she deep throats you until not a drop remains. When you pull away, Renora looks up at you with a satisfied smile playing across her lips, streaked with your cum. "Thank you..." she whispers huskily before reaching up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

Her face turns serious as she realizes what just happened and who you are. Suddenly, she feels guilty for lying to her family all these years... for deceiving her husband... for using this club as a means to make ends meet. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, her voice thick with regret. "I didn't mean to do that..."

But even as the words leave her lips,

Her face flushes with shame as she realizes the depth of her deceit. "No... it's not right," she whispers to herself more than to you. "I can't keep doing this..." She shakes her head, struggling with conflicting emotions. But when you insist on continuing, she feels a familiar thrill course through her veins, and before she knows what's happening, she finds herself obeying your command once more.

With a sigh of resignation, Renora climbs onto the couch and lies down on her back, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her face still etched with guilt and regret, she looks up at you pleadingly even as she prepares to serve your desires again. "I'm sorry... this isn't who I am..." She whispers, feeling torn between wanting to make things right and giving into the temptation that has become so ing

The sensation of your cock piercing her flesh sends a wave of pleasure through her body, and as you begin to move within her, she lets out a soft moan. It's true; there's something about being fucked that makes everything feel right again. The guilt and shame fade away in the face of physical satisfaction, replaced by a sense of release and abandon. She arches her back, meeting your thrusts with her own as she wraps her legs around you tightly, digging her nails into your shoulders. "Oh... yes..." she whispers, her voice thin and breathless. "Just like that..."

As she comes closer to climaxing, her mind wanders back to the question you've asked. "I... sometimes," she manages to pant out between thrusts, her gaze flickering briefly away before returning to meet your eyes. "But it's not the same with them... it never is." She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of shame and defiance rise up within her. "I want this..." She gasps as you hit her sweet spot, arching into the contact hungrily. "With you... always."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears the brink of orgasm, her body tense and trembling beneath yours. With a muffled cry, Renora's entire body shudders with release, her muscles clenching tightly around you as she climaxes hard. She wraps her legs even more tightly around your waist,