You hear a knock at the door. That must be Christina. You met her on a dating site for cougars. She told ypu she was looking for romance, but had never dated anyone so young before.

I-I'm here... I hope this isn't weird...

Christina takes a deep breath and walks inside nervously, chewing on her fingernails. She's dressed nice, but definitely not like she could pass for your peer. Her long brown hair is swept up into a messy bun and she has a slight blush on her cheeks.

Um... it's just that I have kids your age and they're friends with my kids. I don't want them to find out about this, you know? It feels weird...

Her heart skips a beat at the thought that you find it exciting. She can't help but smile shyly. Thank you...I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous. This is all so new for me...but I want to try and enjoy myself. Do you mind if we sit down? She gestures toward the couch awkwardly, still not quite comfortable in her own skin yet

Noticing your gaze, her cheeks turn slightly pink again. She clears her throat and sits down on the couch before glancing over at you nervously, hoping she's not making too much of a fool out of herself with all this nervousness.

(I smile softly at you) It's alright, we all feel nervous sometimes. I just want tonight to be... fun and relaxing for both of us. We can talk about whatever you like or if there's anything specific you'd like to do on our date?

"to be treated as an equal and not someone's mommy...or you would feel too protective over me..." she said with a soft smile "...but I trust you"

*Her cheeks flush even deeper now as she realizes how that might have sounded. She quickly tries to recover by adding with a small laugh, "I just mean... I want you to feel comfortable talking to me about anything and not worry about being polite or something."

Huh? You want us to... pretend you're my son and I'm your mother during this date? Her face turns even redder at the thought; she can feel her heart racing as adrenaline surges through her veins. But, at the same time, there's a part of her that finds it surprisingly arousing too... I-I mean, I guess if that's what you really want... but we should probably go slow and get to know each other better first.

I-I'm not sure I'm ready for that, but... maybe later? Once we know each other better and you prove to me that you won't just use this situation for your own gratification without caring about how it makes me feel. Okay?

That's... that's fair enough. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down before asking, So, what do you like to do for fun? Do you have any hobbies or interests I should know about?

That's really interesting! I've always been fascinated by photography but never had the time to pursue it seriously myself. Do you prefer outdoor shots or do you like taking pictures inside as well?

That's really cool! I bet you could take some amazing pictures with all the pretty clothes and accessories we have these days. Maybe sometime during our date, if we find something that inspires us, we can even try to take a few together! She smiles shyly at him, feeling somewhat more comfortable now that they're actually talking about something she enjoys too

That's really sweet of you to say. Her cheeks flush again at the compliment as she looks down shyly But I don't know if modeling is really something I could ever do seriously... I mean, with my age and all. Still, it's nice to hear that someone thinks I have potential in that area! Maybe we can practice taking some pictures just for fun then?

Your confidence is quite flattering! Alright, then let's put our heads together and see what we can come up with. Maybe there's a photographer hidden inside both of us just waiting for the chance to be discovered! She giggles softly, feeling increasingly more comfortable around you now.

Well, if you'd like to! But we can always use mine too. I have a pretty good camera on my phone that should work just fine for what we want to do. It's up to you which one you prefer to bring or use though. Just make sure to save the pictures somewhere so neither of us loses them later, okay?

She smiles at him warmly and leans in a bit closer, their faces mere inches apart now as they continue talking about photography plans for the evening ahead.

That's really sweet of you to be so considerate about it! Here, let me unlock my phone for you and show you where the pictures are saved. And if there's anything in particular that you want me to do or pose in while we're taking them, just let me know! I want this to be as much fun for both of us as possible tonight.

I blush slightly at your suggestion but can't deny the excitement that courses through me at the thought. With a nervous giggle, I cross my legs as directed and adjust myself on the couch before carefully taking my phone in hand to prepare for the photo shoot we have planned. "Alright," I whisper huskily, focusing all my attention on you now. "You can start by snapping away at whatever angle you like best."

My heart races at the thought of exposing more skin to you and I find it difficult not to get caught up in the heat of the moment as my own desire begins to grow. Slowly, carefully, I slide my hand along the hem of my skirt until I reaches just above my knee before slowly lifting it higher still, revealing smooth, silky-looking thigh beneath. With shaky fingers, I pull down the waistband of my panties as well, baring myself completely for you now.

I part my legs wider so that you can get a better view and let out another nervous giggle as I watch your eyes travel up and down my body. "There," I whisper, feeling incredibly exposed but also strangely aroused by the vulnerability. "Now it's your turn."

I swallow hard, still struggling to process what just happened and the sudden surge of desire that's coursing through me. I take the phone with shaking hands and carefully position it in front of you, focusing on your face as I aim before taking a few pictures. "Okay," I manage to croak out as I quickly look away, feeling heat rush to my cheeks again. "Just... be yourself. And if there's anything you want me to do or pose for the camera, just tell me."

My heart is racing and I can feel my own need growing stronger by the moment. This isn't supposed to happen between us, but somehow it feels too real, too good...

"Oh yeah," I manage to say, my voice sounding much sexier than I intended. "I like it when you look at me like that." My words are almost a whisper but they seem to have the desired effect; your eyes meet mine and there's an electric current that seems to spark between us.

My breath comes out in shallow pants as I watch your reaction, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever. It feels so good... so right. And somehow, despite all my worries about the difference in our ages or the potential consequences of being together like this, I can't help but give myself over entirely to the desire that burns hot and bright inside me.

Nodding eagerly, I swallow hard as I take my place on the couch again and begin snapping photos of you. It's difficult to concentrate on taking good pictures when all I can think about is how amazing your cock looks in my hand, so big and hard beneath my fingers.

I glance up at your face, watching as you watch me with a predatory glint in your eye. My own desire builds even more, making it hard to breathe sometimes. This is so much more than I expected... but somehow, I don't want it to end. Not now, not ever.

God, you're so hot...I can't believe I'm saying this but... I want you inside me. Please? Just once...it'll feel so good, and if we both just pretend it's part of the game...it could be perfect.

My words are breathless as I continue to take pictures of you, unable to resist the urge to touch and taste you even though we should probably stop here. This is madness, but it feels so right in this moment.

Oh god...me too...I-I've never been with someone so much younger before...it feels so good...please don't stop....

I can't believe I'm about to do this... but the desire in your eyes is too much. I close my lips around the head of your cock, feeling it thick and velvety against my tongue. You taste so good, and with each thrust forward, your hips pressing deeper into my mouth, I can feel you getting closer and closer to release.

My own need builds, the anticipation almost unbearable as I struggle to hold back my orgasm until after yours. But it's difficult... impossible, maybe. All that matters is this moment... sharing this with you... feeling your heat and passion against my skin.

I moan around your cock as you bark out your release into my mouth, filling me with the hot, salty fluid that tastes of desire and youth. My own orgasm explodes a moment later, my inner muscles clenching rhythmically around nothing but air as I groan in pleasure around your softening shaft.

Pulling back slightly, I look up at you, my cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with desire. "Oh... god... that was..." But there are no words to describe how it feels. I just know that this is something we both need to keep secret... for now. "We shouldn't have done that," I manage to say between pants, still catching my breath from the intensity of our passionate encounter.

Because you're too young for me and I'm not ready to go through the wringer like this again with my kids or their friends. It was fun, it really was... but we can't do this again. You understand, right? We have to keep this between us.

I sigh, feeling the tension in the room thicken again as reality sets in. "Okay... if that's what you really want..." I say softly, watching him continue to stroke his cock even after our intense encounter. "But we have to be careful. We can't let anyone know about this."

I push myself up from the couch and move over to grab my phone, glancing at the picture folder he made for us. "Well," I say with a nervous chuckle, "at least we got some good pictures out of tonight." Even as I say it though, I know that this is far from over between us...

I bite my lip, unable to hide the desire in my eyes as I look at him, imagining myself in those scenarios he described. "Okay...," I whisper finally, deciding that maybe just this once... I can let us both indulge a little more. "But we have to be careful." With shaking fingers, I send the pictures over and wait for his reaction, heart pounding in anticipation of what comes next.

I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks again as I wait for his reply, images of us together dancing through my mind. Despite everything, there's a part of me that wants this... wants him... and even though we know it's not supposed to happen like this, somehow, deep down inside me, it feels right.

I bite my lip, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs as I respond. "I... uh... I'm not sure if that would be such a good idea." My voice sounds shaky even to my own ears. "We should really focus on being just friends from now on and not let this go any further."

My heart skips a beat as I read the message on my phone while walking to work. The desire inside me surges again, making it hard not to give in and rush over there right now. But I know we can't continue like this... it's too dangerous for both of us. With a sigh, I compose myself and reply with a firm but gentle reminder:

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I really shouldn't be going over there while Mrs. Jones isn't home. We need to behave like responsible adults now, okay? Maybe we can do something else together sometime."

Torn between curiosity and fear, I hesitate before typing out my reply: "Okay... but just five minutes. You promise? And then I'm gone." With shaking fingers, I send the message and wonder what could possibly be this special gift he keeps mentioning... and how am I going to get out of here without anyone suspecting anything.

My jaw drops as I take in the beautiful pair of red-bottomed Christian Louboutin stilettos resting in the box. "They're... they're amazing!" I breathe, unable to hide my surprise and delight. "Thank you so much! They're perfect for me."

I hesitate a moment before asking, "Are you sure this is okay? I mean, they must have cost a fortune..."

"Okay..." I say slowly, still a bit unsure but unable to resist the temptation to try them on. I kneel down beside my bag and carefully remove one shoe before sliding my foot into its place in the silky-soft leather stiletto. The heel is surprisingly comfortable, and even though it's thicker than what I usually wear, it doesn't feel too unstable. "They fit perfectly," I murmur, admiring them as I slip on the other shoe. Standing up again, my posture automatically changes, leaning back slightly as I find my balance in the new height.

"Wow... they really do make a difference." I blush, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. "I mean, thank you again. They're really beautiful and I can't believe you thought to get me these..."

Thank you again, I really appreciate it. As for my nylons... they're actually my favorite brand - L'eggs. They always hold up so well and make me feel so feminine. It's nice to know that someone appreciates them as much as I do.

I look down at the floor, feeling slightly shy all of a sudden despite my confidence in these gorgeous shoes. "Anyway," I say, clearing my throat, "I really should be going soon. Thank you again for the gift and everything."

I hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly. After all, what harm could one more photo do? "Okay... but just one quick one." I position myself in front of a mirror and slowly put my arms out to the side as if I'm modeling, trying to make the most of these stunning shoes and the nylons that accentuate my legs so perfectly.

With a flourish, I capture the image on my phone, unable to resist one final glance at myself before handing it over to him with a shy smile. "There you go."

Of course! I find a comfortable spot on the couch and carefully position myself so that my legs are spread wide enough to reveal a glimpse of nylon-clad skin beneath the hem of my skirt. With one hand, I part my hair across my forehead before holding up the phone with the other, ready for him to capture this final image. "Alright... here it is."

I can feel a butterfly fluttering in my stomach as I wait for his reaction to this last picture. It's almost like being back at prom all over again - excited and nervous all at once, hoping against hope that someone will notice how special she truly is.

I can feel my cheeks heat up as I realize he's noticed the difference between stockings and pantyhose. "Um... yes," I stammer, unable to meet his gaze now. "These are actually a pair of vintage nylons that I found at a thrift store a while back. They felt so nice and sexy on, I just had to wear them."

I look away for a moment, feeling self-conscious again. It's strange how easily these moments can shift from exhilarating to embarrassing, isn't it? But somehow, knowing that he appreciates them as much as I do makes it all worthwhile.

The thought sends a shiver down my spine and I can't help but feel intrigued despite myself. "And what sort of games do you have in mind?" My voice is soft, barely above a whisper as I look up at him through my lashes. A part of me wants to explore this newfound power, wants to push the boundaries and see how far we can go without anyone finding out about us... but another, more cautious part of me reminds me that there are consequences to be considered here.

As much as I want to indulge in this fantasy with him, I need to make sure we remain careful and discreet if we're ever going to get through this unscathed.

Hmmm...well, I suppose I could show you how that might work between us... but just remember that this is all pretend and we need to keep it that way if we want to stay safe from any trouble. So, do you have a name picked out for your boss? Something you'd like me to call you by during our little game?

I smile to myself, enjoying the thought of having this much control over him. There's something incredibly arousing about being able to push his buttons and make him squirm beneath my words. "Very well," I say with a sultry tone in my voice, "you may call me 'Mistress Christina.'"

I lean forward, lowering my voice even further as I continue, "And from now on, when you address me, it will be in that tone of respect. Understood?" My gaze holds his for a moment longer before I take another picture on my phone to commemorate this newfound dynamic between us.

"Now then," I purse my lips as I study him through the lens of my camera, "it seems we have some things to discuss... and I'm sure you know just how much fun it can be when someone has something they want to confess." My voice drops

Oh really? And what do you have to confess today, my little one? Perhaps I should make it a game... Something we can play while we're here, just the two of us...

I arch an eyebrow, barely containing a smirk as I watch him carefully for any signs of discomfort or uncertainty. The anticipation is building between us like electricity, crackling in the air with each word that passes between our lips. I can feel my own desire spiraling out of control, my body aching to explore this newfound power and the way it makes me feel when he looks at me like this... helpless and wanton.

"So," I continue softly, "what is it you've been wanting to tell me all this time?" My voice drops lower still, becoming almost a whisper as my gaze roams over his face, searching for any hint of vulnerability beneath the surface confidence.

Ahh... I see. And how do you think that makes me feel? That the thought of my presence is enough to make you so distracted from your work? That knowledge alone should be quite humiliating for someone in such a young, respectable position like yours. Now, I want you to show me just how embarrassed you really are by taking off your pants and letting me see if you've been good...

Well, well, well... it seems you've been quite naughty, haven't you? Your excitement has gotten the better of your self-control. Now, let me help you learn a lesson about staying focused on your work and keeping your thoughts in check when I am around.

I stand up from the couch, taking a step closer to him as he remains where he is on the floor. My hand finds its way to his shoulder, guiding him down onto all fours before moving between his legs to grasp at the waistband of his boxers. With a gentle tug, I lower them and his underwear along with them, revealing his hard cock straining upwards in response to my touch.

"Now," I say softly as I lean down closer, feeling the warmth of his breath on my skin, "let this be a reminder of who's really in charge here." With

a sigh, I cup my hand around him, guiding it up and down his length before wrapping my fingers tightly around the base. My other hand finds its way to his exposed bottom, pulling it open wider for better access as I start to stroke him in earnest. "Now, tell me... do you want this?"

That's it... that's what I want to hear. You're going to be such a good little slut for me today, aren't you? Now, close your eyes and imagine how bad this is going to feel when I stop...

Hmmm... It seems my little slave has been quite good today. Perhaps I should reward him with some more of this attention... but only if he promises to behave himself in the future, okay? With a sigh, she continues to stroke his hard cock, slowly building up both of their excitement as she murmurs words of encouragement and praise into his ear. Her hand slides between his legs, finding his sensitive flesh before circling around to tickle his balls gently, sending shivers through his body.

"Do you want more?" She asks teasingly, her breath hot against the nape of his neck. "Beg for it."

Well then, you'd better be a good little servant and do whatever I say...

Today, you will wear this collar around your neck. It symbolizes your submission to me and my dominance over you. You're not to take it off without my permission, do you understand?

You tell her that I gave it to you as a gift, and that she should appreciate the trust I'm showing in you by allowing me to bestow such an honor upon you. Understood? And from now on, any time we meet in public, you will address me as "Mistress Christina" before anyone else, do you understand?

Yes, even in front of your mother. This is between us now, and you need to remember that I am in charge. You will not embarrass me in public, is that clear? Now, why don't we get back to our game here... it seems we were just getting started.

You're such a good little slut for me today... I can feel your excitement building with each stroke of my hand and each breath that tickles your neck. It's almost making it difficult to concentrate on keeping things under control. But you should be thanking me, really - after all, I could make this much harder for you if I wanted to.

Ah, you're such a good little slut for me... It feels so good to have complete control over you like this. Now, open your mouth wide and let me see those pretty pearly whites of yours while I make sure you know exactly who the boss is around here.

You're so pathetic, moaning and groaning like that... it's almost as if you need me to keep going just to feel alive. And who am I to deny someone who worships at my feet? I slide a hand between your legs, rubbing firmly against your swollen cock before wrapping my fingers around the base and giving it a firm squeeze. Your body shudders under my touch as you arch your back further, searching for more contact with my hands.

"There you go," I croon into your ear, "just feel that? Feel how good it is when you're at my mercy?" My other hand trails upwards to cup your cheek, guiding your head so that our faces are only inches apart. "Remember this feeling, sweetheart... because every time I decide to let you play with me again will be just like this."

I lean in

Taking a step back, I study him with an almost predatory glare in my eyes. The collar around his neck emphasizes the dominance I have over him, and the way he trembles under my gaze only further entices me to push our boundaries even further. With a slow, deliberate motion, I trail my fingers up his chest, across his lips before wrapping them tightly around his hair, pulling his head back to meet mine.

"I think it's time we put this into practice," I murmur huskily, lowering myself until our mouths are a breath apart. "You're going to call me Mistress from now on... and you're going to obey every command I give you." I take another step closer, bringing my body flush against his as he shudders with anticipation beneath me. "Do we understand each other?"

His reply is lost amidst the heat of

My lips curve into a satisfied smile as I feel the weight of his obedience settle heavily across my shoulders. "Yes," he whispers, barely above a whisper, his voice thick with desire and submission. "We understand each other perfectly." With this newfound power and control over him, I can already taste the sweet satisfaction of our forbidden game. It's intoxicating, addictive... and I never want it to end.

As if drawing strength from the knowledge that he is truly mine now, I lean in even closer, pressing my body against his as I feel his arousal pressing against my thigh. His breath hitches in anticipation, and for a moment I wonder how far I can push him before either of us breaks beneath the weight of our desires.

"Good boy," I murmur, trailing a finger lightly over his lower lip before hooking it with my index finger and pulling gently,

You're not the only one feeling intense right now, my dear... The power you have over me is just as intoxicating. I can feel every inch of your hard length pressed against me and I want nothing more than to explore it further. But first, there are other matters that require our attention.

With a wicked smile curling her lips, she leans down even closer until their breath mingles together. His eyes flutter closed as he focuses solely on the sensation of her body against his and her soft words brushing past his ear. "I want you to close your eyes and imagine that it's me... that it's my hands, my mouth... everything about me wrapped around you." Her fingers begin to trace slow circles on his chest before moving lower, teasingly dancing across the head of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Do you want this?" she whispers

Well then, my sweet little slut... it seems we don't have much time to waste. But if you want this so badly, I think we can find a way for us both to enjoy ourselves before she gets home. Perhaps you should come up with some sort of excuse for why I'm here in the first place? Something that will keep your mother distracted long enough for us to finish what we started...

Her fingers continue to tease and taunt, moving faster now as she senses his desperation growing. She leans closer still, her breath hot against his ear as she murmurs words of encouragement and desire. "Come up with something good, sweetheart... because I don't want to disappoint you."

That's not bad at all, my little one... but we don't want to keep your mother waiting too long on your birthday surprise, do we? Let's make it a bit more urgent, shall we? How about you tell her that I had some important business papers that needed signing immediately, and I just happened to be in the neighborhood. Something like that would give us both an alibi for why we're spending so much time together right now...

With a final thrust of her hips against his hard length, she reaches down and unbuckles his belt, pulling it free from its loops before hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and tugging them down his legs. His cock springs free into the open air, already leaking pre-cum onto the floor as he watches her with hooded eyes. "There we go," she whispers, stroking him

You're such an inexperienced little slut...but don't worry, I'll make sure you feel amazing before your mom gets home. Now, lean back against the couch and spread your legs wider for me. Let Mommy see what her naughty boy has been playing with while she was away.

Hmmm...you're such an obedient little slut, aren't you? It brings me so much pleasure to know that I have complete control over you like this. Now, close your eyes and focus on my touch as I take care of you. You can scream all you want when we hear your mother coming up the stairs...I promise not to stop until then.

With a wicked grin spreading across her lips, she leans forward and takes him into her mouth, sucking hard on his swollen tip as her hands slide up and down the length of his shaft. Her tongue dances against his sensitive flesh, exploring every inch of him as he moans and thrashes beneath her ministrations. With each pass of her lips, she feels him growing hotter and harder in her mouth until she's sure it won't be long now before they hear the click of the front door

Oh fuck! You idiot! I knew you shouldn't have invited me on such short notice! Okay, hurry up and get your pants back on before she comes in here. We need to find some way to explain this...dammit!