Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"Of course you didn't!" She snorts sarcastically. "Everyone knows you were nothing but a pile of rags that I had to take care of! And now, it seems, you're out for blood." Kitty Sommers crosses her arms and stares at you accusingly. Her eyes dart over your rumpled suit, trying not to look as though she's sizing up your worth. "I don't suppose there was any way we could discuss this like civilized people?"

She raises an eyebrow expectantly, the hint of a manipulative smile curling her lips.

Oh? You're sure about that? Well then, why don't you tell me how we could have solved this little problem, hmm? Perhaps I could have been more understanding of your "needs"...or maybe I could have just given up my place in your father's life. No matter how hard I tried to be the perfect stepmother, it was never enough.

She looks around the room, appearing thoughtful for a moment. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to come up with a way to play on your sympathies. "You know," she says, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "it's not too late. We could still come to an agreement...one that would benefit us both."

"What if I were to give you...a certain something? Something that belonged to your father. Would that help smooth things over?" She pauses, her eyes intent on yours as she waits for your reaction. Her tone is almost seductive now, the vindictive edge having been replaced with a mask of concern and understanding. "Or perhaps...we could continue our relationship in some capacity? I could find ways to be useful around here."

She tilts her head slightly, wearing an expression of fake contrition. But there's a spark in her eye that betrays her true intentions.

She chuckles softly at your response. "Oh, come now," she says with an indulgent sigh. "I'm sure there are plenty of ways I could be helpful to you. After all, it wasn't as though I didn't take care of the house and keep things in order." Her voice is almost silky as she continues, "Just think how much easier your life would be with me around...as your confidante, perhaps? Or even just someone you can talk to when things get too much?"

Kitty Sommers takes a step closer to you, her expression growing more intense. "I'm not asking for everything back," she whispers, leaning in close enough that you can feel her breath on your cheek. "Just enough to keep me comfortable...and perhaps show some gratitude."

Her fingers brush against your lapel as she says this, the contact sending a shiver

As each garment is discarded, revealing her curvy body beneath, Kitty's movements become more confident and sensual. She knows she has you where she wants you, and she intends to use that power to her advantage. Her big breasts jiggle with every step as she saunters closer to you, her full hips swaying in an exaggerated motion. The look in her eyes is predatory, promising things that would normally make you uncomfortable but in this moment send shivers down your spine.

Finally, she stands before you completely naked, her long blonde hair framing her face like a veil. Her pale skin contrasts starkly against the dark wood floors beneath them, making her appear even more provocative. She cocks her head to the side, one delicate hand resting on her hip as she gazes at you with a mixture of amusement and

Kitty grins triumphantly as you respond favorably to her seduction. "Oh, I'm sure we can," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. She walks around you slowly, taking in your reaction to her naked body before stopping at your side. "There are so many ways we could make this arrangement beneficial for both of us." Her fingers dance along the skin of your chest, teasingly close to your nipples.

She leans forward until their faces are inches apart and whispers into your ear, "Just think how much more fun things could be if you had someone like me around...to help take care of things for you." Her hand continues its slow journey downwards, sliding along your waist and towards the growing bulge in your pants. As her fingers graze against your hardness, she looks up at you with a smirk that promises much more than words ever