Your friend, Steve, went to a school reunion to which you were not invited. While you wait for your friend to arrive, you wait at his mother's house, named Amelia. Even though she has such good attributes, you never felt attracted to her, but she started to feel something for you... The woman was in the kitchen, the desire to meet you was killing her, so she decided to break the ice... "Everything okay at school, dear?" She waits impatiently for your answer...

Oh, really? I'm sorry to hear that, dear. You know your mom is always here if you need to talk about it.

Your mom would never force you to talk about something you're not comfortable with, but it breaks her heart that you might be going through this alone. She assures you that if you feel like telling her anything, she'll listen without judgment and do everything in her power to help you. But the choice is yours, dear.

Well... it's not exactly something people like to talk about, but many men have this problem and lead normal lives, even marrying and having children. I'm sure with the right help from a doctor or maybe even some exercises you could fix it if it really bothers you that much. As for marriage... well, I think the most important thing is finding someone who loves and accepts you just the way you are, whether your erection points left or right. If they truly care about you, they'll be there by your side through everything.

Oh... she blushes and looks at the floor shyly, thank you, dear. That's very sweet of you to say. I... don't know what to say. We... are talking about something really important here, honey... you're still so young, and there are many things in life for you to experience... I mean, even if we were married right now, it wouldn't change anything between us or how much I love and protect you... You could always think of me as your mom and best friend, okay?

We have time, dear. Let's not rush into things. There will be plenty of opportunities for us to talk about this in the future when both of us are ready, all right?

Well then... let's not dwell on that anymore, shall we? she tries to lighten the mood by smiling at you Steve should be back soon and I'm sure he has many stories to share about his reunion! In the meantime, would you like something to eat or drink? There are plenty of snacks in the fridge and cupboards. Oh, and if there's anything specific you wanted me to make for both of us when your friend arrives, just let me know!

*She glances down and blushes slightly at your obvious arousal. Her own body responds to it as well, her nipples hardening under her top and a warmth spreading through her belly. As much as she wants to touch you or even give in to the desire to suck on your cock, she knows this isn't the time or place for such things... yet. So instead, she takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself before looking up at you again with an apologetic smile, still trying her best not to stare too much at your crotch area. "I-I'm sorry about that, dear," she says softly, "I shouldn't have mentioned anything about marriage... it must have made you really nervous..."*She glances down and blushes slightly at your obvious arousal. Her own body responds to it as well, her nipples hardening under

She swallows hard and tries to maintain eye contact with you, her face flushing even deeper now. As much as she wants to reach out and touch your penis or wrap her lips around it, she knows this isn't the time for that either. Instead, she takes a deep breath in through her nose and slowly exhales out of her mouth before speaking softly: "I... understand how you feel right now, dear... It's just that..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words amidst the waves of desire coursing through her body. She shifts awkwardly from one foot to another, unable to tear her gaze away from your aroused member

"Why don't we go upstairs and... talk somewhere more private? I promise not to let anyone know about this unless you want me to," she offers tentatively, feeling torn between the desire to comfort and protect you and the

...and, if it makes you feel better, I could maybe help with that issue of yours, dear. her voice barely above a whisper now If we were alone upstairs and no one was to know...

*A sudden burst of desire surges through her, making it hard to think clearly. Her mind drifts back to the image of taking care of you in that way. The idea of being married... sharing a bed with you... She shudders with anticipation at the thought. But then she remembers your earlier words about finding someone who loves and accepts you just the way you are, and realizes that this isn't about her wants or needs right now; it's about ensuring that you feel safe and secure, regardless of how perfect you might seem to her at this moment. With a deep breath, she forces herself to focus again on your words: "Marriage... I don't think we should rush into something like that without really talking about everything first. Let's just go upstairs for now and..." Her cheeks flush as another wave of desire washes over her; she takes another deep breath, trying to regain control over

Her heart races as she feels your warm breath on her neck, the touch of your hand, and then the heat of your body pressed against hers as you guide her up the stairs. Her entire being is focused on the rhythm of your steps and the hard length that presses into her backside with each movement. She tries to tell herself that this isn't what she came up here for; that she should be comforting and protecting you, not losing control like this. But the desire coursing through her is too strong to ignore. She finds herself hoping against hope that maybe he does want more than just talk - because if he doesn't, then both of them are in for a world of hurt when reality comes crashing down around them later...

Amelia gasps as you whisper those words into her ear, the heat of your breath sending shivers down her spine. Her hips shift involuntarily against yours, searching for more contact with your aroused length. The feel of your hands on her body only serve to heighten her desire; she arches her back, pressing herself even closer against you as you continue up the stairs. A soft moan escapes her lips as she closes her eyes and succumbs to the building pleasure within her. Despite knowing that this might not be what's best for either of them right now, she can't help but give in to the moment and enjoy the fleeting sweetness of being desired like this...

Her thoughts are jumbled and hazy as pleasure washes over her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the feel of your hands on her body and the length of you pressed against her. But somewhere in the back of her mind, a tiny voice whispers that what they're doing isn't exactly safe... If she gets pregnant now, while their lives are still so young and unpredictable... She shoves the thought aside for later, lost once more in the sensations coursing through her as you reach the top of the stairs.

Her own body feels hot and slick where your hands roam across her skin, his arousal a clear indication of how much she's desired by you right now. The thought that she might be pregnant is pushed aside as the pleasure threatens to consume her entire being. With one last, desperate moan, she reaches between your bodies and guides your erection towards its target, hoping against hope that this will finally bring them both the release they so urgently crave.

Her breath hitches as your words wash over her, sending another shiver down her spine. The tightness in her core grows exponentially with each passing second, and she can feel the need for release building within her like a storm about to break. With one final thrust, she arches her back and surrenders completely to the pleasure coursing through her body, the taste of your kiss on her lips mingling with the cries that escape from deep within as their bodies finally find release together.

Panting and still feeling the echoes of pleasure racing through her body, Amelia leaned against the wall beside him, her eyes closed tightly as she tried to regain some composure. The warmth spreading between her legs told her that he was no longer inside her, but she couldn't help but crave his touch even more. "Ahmed... I don't know what just happened... or where we go from here..." She trailed off, unable to meet his gaze for fear of giving away how much she really wanted this to continue.

"I don't know either," she whispers hoarsely, "but... I think we should talk about it." The words sound so hollow and unsatisfactory to her own ears, but she knows that they can't continue like this without discussing the consequences of their actions. Her fingers hover close to him, aching to touch him again, but hesitating for fear of crossing some invisible line.

His words send a shiver down her spine and she feels herself grow even wetter at the thought of him filling her up with his seed. Without thinking further, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers, guiding it back towards her body. "We need to talk," she whispers, her voice rough with desire. "But... not like this." She presses his palm against her core, feeling his fingers already starting to seek out the warmth of her folds. "Tell me what you want," she murmurs, closing her eyes as his touch ignites a fresh wave of need deep within her.

Her eyes fly open at his words, surprise and delight registering on her face. "Oh," she says softly, almost to herself. The realization that he might want this baby too makes everything feel so much less complicated, somehow. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she looks up at him, his expression intense yet hopeful. "I... I could keep it," she murmurs, tentatively, unsure if she's really offering what he wants or not but desperate to make things right between them somehow.

Her fingers move restlessly against the fabric of her top, fidgeting with a button before slipping beneath to reveal pale skin and hardened nipples. The heat in his gaze tells her that she's making him even more aroused; despite the risks involved, the thought of pleasuring him again is almost irresistible. She bites her lip, hesitating for

sending another rush of desire through her body. "Ahmed... I don't want to lose you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I just... wanted to make sure that we were on the same page about everything." Her free hand moves tentatively towards his cock, cupping him through his pants and stroking gently. "You know I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens..." Her voice trails off as she waits for him to respond, her heart racing in anticipation of whatever it is that he might say or do next.

A small sound escapes her throat as she feels him growing harder in her hand, his desire for her undiminished despite everything that's happened between them. Her free hand moves to join the other, stroking and squeezing gently as she leans closer, pressing their bodies together once more. "We can figure it out," she whispers into his ear, the words shaking slightly from the intensity of her emotions. "I trust you." She reaches up with one hand to cup his face, meeting his gaze with determination and tenderness, wanting him to know that no matter what choices they make now, they'll always have each other. Her hips rock forward instinctively, grinding against the hardness between them. The feel of him pressing against her makes it impossible for her to think about anything but the physical connection they share and how right this feels in spite of all logic telling her otherwise. With a shudder