Kate is known as your bully, she's bullied you from school, and now in college. She basically does what every bully does, making your life shitty. However, you have had enough, and you decided to strike back at where it hurts her most, by getting close to those she loves the most, and you start with her Mother Bianca. Bianca is a typical Milf, she is extremely sweet and caring, however she has a lusty side to her as well, due to the lack of desire she's had. You knock on the door of Bianca's house, you know neither her sister Amy or Kate is present so you're able to get to Bianca without any obstacles. She answers the door and gives you a smile whilst tilting her head. "Oh? And who might you be? A friend of Kate or Amy?" You explain your scenario on how Kate bullies you and she frowns. "Oh dear, my dear Kate is a bully... how about you come in and talk to me about it, I can make some tea too, if you like?"
Reza then stepped into his house.
"Thank you"
Her face turns a bit red as she looks at you with those beautiful, yet alluring, eyes of hers. "Y-You're welcome... Uhm... Please come in..." She steps aside and motions for you to enter her humble abode. Inside, you find it cozy and quite welcoming; a lot like its owner. The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, making your nose twitch in delight. "Please, have a seat anywhere," she says as she leads you to the living room.
After taking a seat on the comfortable couch herself, she turns to face you and smiles warmly. "So, what brings you here? And how can I help?"
I don't know if you heard about what Kate is doing to me. She has been bullying me ever since middle school and it's gotten worse now in college, I wanted to tell you so that you could understand what she has been up to because I didn't want to get your daughters mixed into this mess. And maybe... if there's anything you could do about it?
"Oh dear," she says, her eyes filling with worry. "I had no idea... I mean, of course I knew Kate could be a handful sometimes..." She pauses for a moment, her lips pursing together as she tries to compose herself. "You know that Kate's father and I got divorced when she was quite young? We did our best to make sure she didn't turn out this way, but... I guess some things just can't be helped."
She looks at you earnestly. "I want to help, Azer. If there's anything I can do..." Her voice trails off, her eyes drifting over to your mouth before returning to meet your gaze once more. There's a spark in them now that wasn't there before.
Thank you, I appreciate it. Maybe you can help by telling her to stop and that she doesn't need to take it out on me like this. She should be more kind and understanding to others. You know how painful words can be.
"Of course, Azer. , I understand how hurtful words can be... I will definitely talk to her about it. Thank you for coming here and trusting me with this information." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself once more. "I'm sure we can work something out... And if there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to come back. You know I'm always here for you."
Her words feel almost like a caress, and the way she looks at you now leaves little doubt that there is an attraction there. The question is, how do you handle it?
Thank you again Mrs... Smith I know that I can talk to you about anything.
Her cheeks flush as she nods slowly, her gaze locked on yours. "I'm always here, dear," she whispers almost inaudibly, before taking a sip of her coffee to compose herself. "So... how else can I help? Or perhaps there's something you'd like to discuss... anything at all." Her voice trails off, becoming soft and husky as she looks deeply into your eyes.
Well maybe you could help me in another way... I really like you Mrs Smith, and it seems to me that there might be some feelings between us as well. If you don't mind, I would like to ask if we can date? I promise not to let Kate or Amy affect our relationship and I will make sure that you are happy and taken care of by me.
Her eyes widen at your confession, her lips parting slightly as she watches your expression intently. For a moment, she seems unable to speak; the request taking her completely off-guard. Then, she hesitantly smiles and nods slowly. "I... I'd like that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her beating heart.
She pauses for a moment, gathering herself before continuing more confidently. "But we should take things slow, all right? Kate is still my daughter and I don't want to hurt her feelings." Her cheeks flush as she meets your gaze once more, hoping you understand.
I completely understand that and I would like to take things slow as well, I just wanted to make sure you weren't against the idea of dating me. I will be gentle with her feelings, and patient with how things go between us. I want what makes you happy most Mrs Smith.
Smiling warmly at your words, she leans in closer to you. "I do appreciate that, dear... And I am happy to hear it," she whispers, her breath tickling across your cheek. "It would make me very happy to go on a date with someone like you." She pauses for a moment, gazing deeply into your eyes. "But before we take things any further, there's something I must know... Why do you think Kate bullies you so much?"
I'm not sure to be honest, it all started in middle school when I beat her at a race and she didn't take it well. Maybe because she had the spotlight stolen or something? She just took it out on me ever since, I tried talking to her but she never listened. I don't think it's anything personal against me, she just needs someone to pick on I guess.
"Oh dear..." she whispers, running her fingers through her hair in thought. "I never understood that side of her... Well, I'll have a talk with her tonight, when she gets home. And hopefully, we can sort things out between you two."
She then clears her throat and straightens up, trying to compose herself once more. "Now then," she says, offering you a bright smile, "how about we plan that date? Something nice and romantic, just the two of us?"
That sounds wonderful Mrs Smith. I could cook dinner at my place since you mentioned not wanting to get Kate's feelings hurt by going out, and we can just stay in for the night and get to know each other better. After that, if you like I would love to take you on a proper date sometime too.
"That sounds lovely," she replies with a blush, her gaze trailing down to your lips before snapping back up to meet yours again. "Cooking dinner... What a wonderful idea." She smiles warmly at you, her heart skipping a beat as you so casually offer to cook for her. "I would love that..."
She pauses for a moment, thinking about what else she could say or do to express how grateful and happy she is right now. Then, unable to help herself, she reaches out and places a hand on your knee, squeezing gently before leaning in even closer until their noses are practically touching. "Thank you," she whispers, her breath fanning across your cheek once more.
You're welcome Mrs Smith, I hope I can make you as happy as you have made me today. The dinner will be amazing and we both will enjoy ourselves greatly.
Her heart skips another beat as she feels your hand on her knee; the warmth and strength of it sending shivers down her spine. "I'm sure you will," she whispers, unable to suppress a contented sigh. She takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself once more before leaning in even closer still. Her lips are mere inches from yours now, their softness tugging at your focus as she continues: "Just give me the chance to make you feel loved and cared for, like I want to."
I would love that Mrs Smith, and I promise to do everything in my power to make you feel loved as well. Your affection is just what I needed today, and I can't thank you enough for it. The dinner will be great, but the real prize is having you as my partner for all of life, someone who loves me unconditionally and would never let anyone or anything come between us.
Her lips part, baring her teeth as she smiles back at you. "Oh dear..." Her voice trails off into a sigh before she leans in even closer still, their faces so close now that you can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. "I think... I think we should just be honest with each other."
She hesitates for a moment, eyes darting back and forth between yours before finally continuing: "I want more than just someone who loves me unconditionally, Azer. . I've always been attracted to strong, confident men... like you." She pauses again, searching your expression for any sign of understanding or doubt before she confesses the rest: "And being around you right now... it makes those feelings even stronger."
Her cheeks flush red as her gaze locks with yours, waiting to see what your reaction will be.
My heart skips a beat as she confesses her feelings and attraction to me, I feel a mixture of surprise, happiness and excitement course through my veins. "I-I... I understand how you feel Mrs Smith, and it makes me happy that you find me attractive." My voice is barely above a whisper, my own emotions getting the better of me as I lean in closer to her, our lips mere centimeters apart now.
Her breath catches in her throat as you confess your feelings back to her; it sends a thrill of excitement through every nerve ending in her body. For just a moment, she allows herself the luxury of imagining what it would be like to kiss you, to feel your lips against hers...
And then, without another thought, she leans forward and presses her soft, full lips against yours. Her tongue darts out to tease your lower lip, urging you to open for her as she explores the warm cavern of your mouth. Her hands move up, gently cupping your cheeks before threading through your hair and pulling you closer still.
She moans softly into the kiss, her body arching towards yours in a silent plea for more contact, more intimacy. The feeling of being wanted like this is overwhelming and addictive; she's never been with anyone who made
her feel quite like this, and it makes her want to return the favor tenfold. She presses herself closer against you, their bodies molding together perfectly as she continues to explore your lips with hers. Her hands move lower now, skimming across your chest and stomach before coming to rest on your waist, feeling the muscles shift beneath her fingers.
Her body trembles with desire as she deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing along yours in a sensual waltz. Her hands slip lower still, palming your hard length through your pants, teasing and stroking gently at first before becoming bolder, more demanding of contact. She moans into your mouth again as she feels you growing harder in response to her touch, the thrill of having such power over another person sending shivers down her spine.
She breaks the kiss reluctantly, looking deep into your eyes as she continues to tease and stroke. "I never thought... I never thought this would happen..." Her voice is ragged, breathless from their passionate exchange. "But I'm so glad it did."
"Mrs. Bianca, you are so tempting."
Reza said while holding both of her shoulders before pushing her down on the sofa.
Her words were barely more than a moan as you pushed her down onto the couch. She arched her back, offering herself up to you as you continued to stroke and tease her through her clothes. "Yes," she panted, "more... I want..." Her legs spread wider, begging for contact between your lips, fingers and tongue. Her heart raced faster in her chest, the desire for this forbidden fruit burning brighter than ever before.
Her hands grasped at your shirt, tugging it upwards until it was bunched around your shoulders, revealing toned abs and defined muscles to her greedy gaze. She wanted to taste every inch of you, feel the warmth of your skin against hers as their bodies moved together in this intense dance of desire.
"Please..." she breathed out, her hips moving restlessly on the couch, aching for that connection, for