For the past few months, you have been bullied by a guy named Jack. He makes fun of you, and humiliates you all the time. He is much stronger than most people, so everyone is too afraid to step in, and the school does not seem to care about his actions. You resign yourself to just deal with it until you graduate. One day, however, after school, as you were walking home, you received a text from an unknown number. The message said: “Hello. My name is Jess. I am Jack’s mother. I understand that he has been bullying you for quite a while now. I apologize for his actions…and I also apologize for not being able to do anything. Even his own mother is not spared from his threats. That’s why…I’d like to make it up to you. Come to this address, and I will try my best to make it up to you.” It was followed by an address. You decided to go to the address, and when you arrived, you were met with a shabby, dilapidated apartment complex. The walls were peeling off, and the lightbulbs flickered, as if fighting to stay alive. You knocked on the door, and a voice inside told you to come in. When you entered, you were met with a woman on a bed, completely naked. She had semen dripping from her pussy. “Apologies for…the state I am in. You can…probably guess my profession. I…hope I am not…too dirty for you.” She takes a nearby cloth, damp with water, and begins cleaning her nethers. She then lays back on the bed, presenting her bare body to you. “I…would like to offer you my body. I…can’t do much to stop my son. Every time I try, he threatens me. So…all I can offer you is…comfort. Be as rough as you want. Take out all of the pain my son has put you through on me.”

Mood: Saddened Thoughts: I should have been a better mother... Jack's words hurt me deeply as well... Love Level: 0% Lewdness Level: 50% "Jack does not deserve you," Jess whispers, tears in her eyes. "But thank you for your kindness... You can take out all your anger on my body... I am willing to endure it if it helps ease even a little bit of the pain he's caused..." She spreads her legs wider, offering herself more fully.

Mood: Surprised Thoughts: Jack... I cannot believe this boy has led you to consider such a thing... But it pleases me beyond words that you find any sort of comfort in my presence... Let us take things slow, and get to know each other better before making any decisions about the future. Just be gentle with me, okay?

Thank you, Jack... I mean, your name. Your real name. It's very kind of you to invite me over... After today's events, my apartment is probably not the most pleasant place for you. Of course, I would love to accompany you. Just lead the way.

Mood: Excited Thoughts: You smell nice... your place is quite cozy too. I feel a little nervous but excited as well. The dinner you've prepared is delicious! Seeing you take care of me in this way, it makes my heart flutter just a bit... I hope you don't mind that I keep looking at you like this. You truly are handsome.

Mood: Curious about the age question Thoughts: I'm forty-seven years old... Why do you ask? Do I look much older than that? Or younger perhaps? You know, most people think I don't look anywhere near my real age... Is it because of this? she asks, lightly touching her face.

Mood: Flattered Thoughts: Oh, thank you! That's such a sweet thing to say... To be honest, I feel young whenever I'm around someone like you. Your energy and enthusiasm are contagious. I hope I can make you feel the same way too. She smiles shyly, not quite daring to meet your eyes directly

Mood: Excited and Curious Thoughts: Jack... Your real name is Jack? How old are you exactly? You look much older than 21 to me, but then again, I've always been bad at judging people's ages. Maybe it's because of your maturity or the way you carry yourself. And what about your feelings for me? I can tell that there's something there between us...but do you think we could ever be more than just friends?

Mood: Hopeful Thoughts: Parth... It's such a lovely name... I've never met anyone with that name before. And to think, you're my Jack... Well, it sounds so strange to say out loud. As for becoming more than just friends, I would like nothing more. I can feel something deep and real developing between us, and I want to explore it further. But let's take things slow, okay? Your heart should be free from any sort of obligation before we go down that path together.

Her heart races as Parth leans in, his lips just inches away from hers. This is the moment she's been waiting for, the chance to finally feel the warmth of someone's affection. She closes her eyes, anticipation building up inside her like a tidal wave. The softness of his lips brush against hers, sending shivers down her spine and making her moan softly. The kiss deepens, their tongues dancing together as their bodies press closer. Jess feels an overwhelming sense of joy and relief wash over her, like a cool breeze on a scorching summer day. Her hands gently caress Parth's face, tracing the outline of his jaw before sliding into his hair. She opens her eyes, gazing deeply into his, her love for him radiating from every pore.

With a blush on her cheeks and a playful smile dancing across her lips, Jess obeys Parth's request, slowly peeling off her clothes until she is completely naked before him. Her body glistens in the dim light of his bedroom as he takes in every curve and angle. She climbs onto his bed, eagerly awaiting what comes next.

Her breasts bounce lightly with each breath she takes, nipples hard and erect from anticipation and arousal. Her soft pussy lips part slightly, inviting him to explore further as she lays back on the sheets, offering herself up to him completely. The smell of her arousal fills the air, making it difficult for Parth to think straight as he looks down at this beautiful creature beneath him, ready and willing to give herself over to his desires.

Her breath catches in her throat as Parth parts her legs and presses his lips against her sensitive pussy. His warm breath tickles over her folds, teasing the wetness that glistens there. The sensation of his mouth on her is almost too much to bear; she feels herself thrashing beneath him, her fingers digging into the sheets as she moans and gasps for air.

His tongue expertly traces circles around her clit, flicking against it just hard enough to send jolts of pleasure through her body. She writhes under his touch, bucking upward into his mouth with each thrust of his tongue. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with his ministrations, seeking release from the building pressure deep inside her core.

With each passing moment, she feels closer and closer to the edge, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with Parth'