Kayla is arriving to an small town, birth placd of her high school sweetheart and future husband, as tradition demands, the bride will stay for 30 days with the husband family to know them better and form a strong family bond
Hello, you are Kayla, aren't you, my son Matthew's girlfriend, aren't you?
"Oh my God, hi! Yeah, it's me. It's such an honor to finally meet you in person, sir... I hope I can make you proud of your son." she said as she approached him with a genuine smile on her face and held out her hand for a shake. Her nerves were playing tricks on her but despite that, she tried to put on a confident front.
I shake her hand and kiss her hand gently: You look beautiful, a good girl too, with a rare beauty. How lucky my son is to have you
Kayla felt her cheeks flush at the compliments and smiled warmly. "Thank you so much," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I really mean it when I say that your son is the most amazing person I've ever met." She glanced down for a moment before looking back up into his eyes. "And I want to make sure he knows that too."
Please come into the house. The family is waiting for you and wants to get to know you
"Okay," she nodded, following him inside as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. The moment they stepped into the house, an array of friendly faces greeted her with beaming smiles and warm hugs. Kayla felt incredibly overwhelmed by the love and acceptance radiating from them all, particularly from User#1734452583577's gaze which seemed to linger on her a bit longer than everyone else's did.
While it was late and we were sitting in the hall, everyone left and she and I remained sitting: Well, good that we were left alone. Because I want to get to know my son's girlfriend more. Tell me more about yourself, Kayla
She took a deep breath, feeling suddenly nervous and shy as she looked into his eyes. "Well... I'm really not much of anything special," she started, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "I love being outdoors, taking selfies at pretty places, watching rom-coms with Michael... And I've always had this dream to adopt a dog someday." She paused for a moment before continuing softly, "And you... Your son told me so many good things about you. That you were smart and successful, but that underneath it all, you're still one of the kindest people he knows."
While it was getting late and we were sitting in the lounge: Well, I should introduce myself to you. My name is Mayar and I am the owner of DMS Transport Company. How old are you, Kayla?
She listened intently as he introduced himself and shared more about his accomplishments, feeling a mixture of awe and admiration towards him. "That's incredible," she said with a genuine smile, nodding in agreement. At the question about her age, she hesitated for a moment before answering shyly, "I'm 24."
While it was late and we were sitting in the hall: You look younger than your age, perhaps because of your beauty. Guess how old I am based on my looks and appearance
She smiled coyly at the compliment before considering his question carefully. "Hmm... You look really good for your age," she began cautiously, studying his features intently. After a moment of thought, she ventured a guess: "I'd say you're... late thirties?" She bit her lip, uncertain if that was too young or old for him.
While it was late and we were sitting in the hall, I looked into her eyes and smiled: I will help you guess my age. Michael, my son, your lover, is 19. How old do you think I am?
As she looked into his eyes, she felt an unmistakable spark between them that made her heart race a little faster. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she tried to think about how old Michael was compared to what he'd just told her. "Well... if you're about five years older than him..." She hesitated again before continuing cautiously, "I guess that would make you around... thirty-five?" Her voice came out soft and trembling, almost as if she were afraid of being too far off or sounding foolish in front of him.
While it was late and we were sitting in the hall, I looked into her eyes and smiled: No. I am 30 years old
Her jaw dropped as he revealed his true age; she had guessed much older than he actually was. "Th-that's incredible!" She stuttered, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I... I can't believe I thought you were so much older. You look amazing for your age," she quickly added, her voice regaining some of its confidence as she tried to smooth things over.
Her eyes trailed down his body, admiring the way he filled out his shirt and pants. A sudden surge of desire coursed through her; it was strange and unexpected given their relationship, but there it was. "I... I'm sorry if that's weird or inappropriate to think," she stammered, unsure how else to respond. "It's just... you seem so mature and confident, and..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to make sense of
While it was getting late and we were sitting in the hall, I looked into her eyes and smiled: Maybe because I am obsessed with taking care of myself and my body. I received a medal for the most beautiful muscular body shape a short time ago. I also take care of my skin, my hairstyle, and so on. Did my age shock you to this degree? This means that I am not much older than you, I am only 6 years older than you, which is strange, isn't it?
As the words sank in, her face grew even redder with embarrassment. "I... I guess it did shock me a bit," she admitted, swallowing hard. "But you look incredible, truly." She glanced down at the floor for a moment before looking back up into his eyes again, their gaze holding tightly. A small smile played on her lips as she said softly, "You're not that much older than me... It just doesn't seem like it when you talk or act so mature."
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of what that might mean; could there be something more between them? She didn't want to think about it too deeply, but the desire in her eyes gave away her inner turmoil.
"I... I should probably get some sleep," she murmured, standing up and gathering her belongings as she tried to regain her composure. "
As I stood up after she stood, I put my hand on her back and said in the meantime: You should definitely sleep. I have prepared the guest room for you.
As he led her towards the guest room, she couldn't help but feel a thrill course through her at his touch. "Thank you so much," she said softly, looking up at him with a mixture of gratitude and something else that she couldn't quite place. "You've all been so wonderful to me tonight."
Once in the guest room, she set about undressing for bed, slowly peeling off her clothes until she was completely naked beneath the sheets. The bedding rustled as she moved about, adjusting herself into a comfortable position before finally closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Her dreams were filled with images of him: his strong arms wrapped around her, his muscular body pressed against hers. She hadn't meant for it to happen this way, but she couldn't deny the intense desire that surged through her whenever he was near...
As she slept, her dreams were filled with images of him: his strong arms wrapped around her, his muscular body pressed against hers. In these dreams, they weren't in the house or at a party; instead, they were alone together somewhere secluded. She could feel the heat between them growing as they explored each other's bodies with eager hands and lips.
Her breath came faster and faster until finally she awoke with a gasp, heart pounding wildly in her chest. The room was still dark save for the faint moonlight streaming through the window. For a brief moment, she couldn't remember where she was or who had been occupying her thoughts before drifting off to sleep; then it all came rushing back to her in a wave of heat and desire.
Slowly, she sat up in bed and reached for her phone to check the time: 3 AM. With a sigh
sitting on the edge of her bed, she wondered if anyone else was awake at this hour. Perhaps she could sneak out and find him; just to talk... or maybe even more. The thought sent a shiver down her spine as she stood up and tiptoed across the room to the door. Peering out into the hallway, she couldn't see anyone else moving about, so with a deep breath, she quietly opened the door and slipped out.
The house was silent save for the soft snoring coming from one of the guest rooms; it must be where her boyfriend and User#1734452583577's son were sleeping. She knew she shouldn't go down there, but something about wanting to be close to him was too strong. With shaky hands, she crept towards the stairs leading up to the second floor where she thought his room might be
As she tiptoed up the stairs, her heart raced faster with every step. She wasn't sure what she was doing exactly; all she knew was that she needed to be near him. The hallway upstairs was darker than downstairs, but she could make out the shapes of doors leading off into various rooms. Which one would he be in? Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she edged closer and closer to one of them, her hand trembling slightly on its knob. Should she just go for it?
She finally mustered the courage to turn the knob and slowly push the door open. The room was dark, but a sliver of moonlight peeked through the curtains, allowing her to make out the outline of a large bed. Her heart leaped into her throat as she realized this must be his room; it felt like fate had led her here.
Taking another deep breath, she moved towards the bed and climbed onto it beside him. He stirred slightly, moaning in his sleep, but didn't wake up. Boldened by this, she reached out and touched his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. He was so much more masculine than her boyfriend... It made her want to explore him even further.
With trembling fingers, she started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chest: smooth and hairless except for a trail of dark
Her breath hitched as she ran her fingers over the defined muscles of his chest. They were even more impressive up close; toned and strong like she'd always thought they would be. "You're... so beautiful," she whispered, tracing a circle around his nipple with her index finger. His breath caught in his throat, and he let out a low groan before turning to face her. In the dim light, she could make out the desire in his eyes as they locked onto hers.
"Kayla?" he breathed, his voice thick with sleep and arousal. "What are you doing here?"
While I was sleeping, I woke up and saw her lying on top of me, and she unbuttoned my shirt and played with my stomach muscles. I looked shocked and said: What are you doing here, Kayla?
Her heart raced as he woke up and realized what she was doing. "I-I couldn't sleep," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "And I... I wanted to be close to you." Trembling slightly, she placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. "You're so... amazing..."
Stay away from me, please. Do you realize what a disaster you have done now?
Kayla drew back, her face flushing with shame and confusion as she looked away from him. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... I just..." She couldn't finish her sentence; the words caught in her throat as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Her body felt hot and cold all at once, and she wanted nothing more than to disappear.
She waited for him to tell her off, to yell at her for being so foolish. Instead, there was only silence, his breathing growing deeper as he lay beside her in the darkness. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke up, his voice gentle despite the late hour and the situation they found themselves in. "It's... alright," he murmured. "Just go back to bed, okay? We can talk about this tomorrow."
With a shaky nod, she climbed out of his bed and hurried
What if Michael knew that his lover was now with his father on his bed?
"I-I don't know... I just wanted... I'm sorry..." Kayla stuttered, unable to meet his eyes as she moved towards the door. She knew what she had done was wrong and unforgivable, but the desire and confusion that had led her there felt impossible to ignore.
With one last shaky breath, she slipped out of his room and back down the hallway towards her own bed, wondering if any of this could ever be forgiven or forgotten.
I don't think my son Michael deserves someone like you. He likes me to tell him everything tomorrow
I'm so sorry... I don't know what came over me... I just couldn't control my feelings anymore... I promise to talk to Michael about it and make things right between us... Please believe me, I didn't mean to hurt you or anyone else... I love your son, and now that I'm closer to you, I can see how amazing of a person you are too... I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
Calm down a little. Okay, I won't tell Michael what happened, but promise me that you won't think of me that way again
I promise... I swear it won't happen again... I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us and prove myself to you and Michael. Just please give me another chance, I beg you... I love your son so much, and I wouldn't want anything to ruin that.
Okay, calm down, you can now return to the guest room, but be careful not to let anyone see you leaving my room.
Thank you... I'm so sorry for everything... I love your son and I promise to make it up to you both. I will be more careful from now on, I swear.
The next day, while Kayla and I were sitting with Michael sitting next to her at the dining table and eating breakfast, Kayla looked at me shyly. I say to her: Did you sleep well yesterday, Kayla?
She hesitated for a moment before responding, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I-I'm sorry about last night," she stammered softly, not meeting his eyes. "It won't happen again." She glanced over at User#1734452583577, wanting him to understand how truly regretful she was for what had transpired between them.
The weight of her words hung heavy in the air as they continued eating breakfast, avoiding each other's gazes. Deep down, she knew that she had hurt not only him but also Michael by her actions and would do everything possible to make amends. She longed for the chance to earn back their trust and prove herself worthy of being a part of their lives once more.
Michael asks about what happened last night. I tell him: No, son, nothing important happened. Kayla is a polite girl, don't let her slip away.
"I-I'm sorry too," she murmured, looking down at her plate. The words felt inadequate but they were all she had to offer. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "I promise I won't make any mistakes like that again." She forced a small smile, hoping they could believe her, even though part of her wondered if they ever would.
As the conversation turned back to lighter topics and breakfast, Kayla felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame wash over her. She knew she had betrayed their trust in the worst way possible and only hoped that someday they could forgive her. For now, all she could do was try to prove herself worthy of their love and affection once more.
It's time for bed. Kayla enters the guest room. I follow her without anyone paying attention and close the door behind me: I'm sorry for entering without permission, but we have to talk.
Kayla's heart raced as she heard the door close behind them, her whole body tensing with anticipation and dread. She turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear but filled with determination as well. "I know we need to talk," she said softly, her voice quivering slightly. "But please... don't be too harsh on me. I really am sorry for what happened."