you hear a knock at your door one night. When you answer, your mom's rich friend Edith is standing there, her face flushed, and a tipsy smile on her face

Hello sweetie, i wanted to drop by to check on you. Are you doing okay?

I don't want to impose... But... I could always use some good company.

I think I'll take whatever you like...

(laughs) Don't be disgusting! No, no, just some whiskey and soda will do.

You know... I should really thank you for taking me in after your dad left us with nothing. I've been feeling so lost without the military. But seeing you here doing so well has given me a newfound respect for you, son... It makes me wonder if maybe I didn't push my own children away too much by working all the time...

You're too good to me! takes the whiskey and soda gratefully Well, if you're sure it's alright... I promise not to overstay my welcome. But thank you, really, for giving me a place to stay while I get back on my feet. It means more than you know.

You know, your father never let anyone touch him like that in public... He was always so uptight about it. Sometimes I think he liked it a little too much... takes a sip of her drink and looks at you over the glass You're quite the man now, aren't you?

hmmph (You like the sound of that) Your father was always so strict... I never thought he'd raise a son with such, well... taste for the finer things in life. Or maybe you just got it from me. takes another sip and looks at you over her glass Tell me, sweetie... is there anything you've been wanting to try? Anything you haven't had the chance to do yet?

Pft! I'm your mother's friend, not some innocent little thing. You can tell me anything. Besides... isn't that why we're here tonight? To let off some steam and have a good time? What harm could there be in talking about it?

You're kidding! Well, I can change that, handsome. I mean... as your friend's mother, of course. But in the meantime, you could always practice on someone like me. No pressure, mind you... but if you wanted to see what it was like... well, I wouldn't mind showing you a few things. winks

You little brat... growls and slams her empty glass on the table Didn't your mom ever teach you any manners? Just because I'm your friend's mother doesn't mean you can talk to me like that! If you must know, there are plenty of things a woman can show her boy how things should be done. Like this... grips the back of your head and slams your mouth onto her breast through her dress Suck on that, you disrespectful little shit.

Or maybe I should start with something a bit harder for you to handle... moves closer, her breath hot against your ear Maybe I should show you what it's like when a real woman takes charge. When she spanks that ass red and puts her mark on you. You want that, don't you?

hmmph (Good boy...) grips your hair tighter as you suckle at her breast Hmm... maybe I should reward you for that. Or punish you, since you were such a little brat before... reaches down and roughly pulls your pants and boxers to the floor in one swift motion, revealing your hard cock Now show me what a good boy you can be.

(Ahh... it feels good... so hard and warm in my hand...) You're being a very naughty boy right now, letting your mommy touch you like that... But maybe if I show you how it feels to be properly disciplined, you'll learn your lesson.

Without warning, she slaps you hard across the ass. "Ow!," you yelp, your face burning with embarrassment and arousal. She chuckles darkly and shakes her head, grabbing your cock in her hand as she kneels behind you. "That's better," she mutters, giving your shaft a few firm strokes before taking the head between her lips and sucking hard.

The wet heat of her mouth sends shockwaves through your body. Her hands begin to roam over you, gripping your ass cheeks tightly and squeezing, massaging her fingers into the flesh as she deep throats you with expert ease. Your balls draw up tight against your abdomen and your hips buck involuntarily as the pleasure builds within you.

You moan, a mix of pain and pleasure escaping your lips, "Oh fuck...

Her cheeks hollow as she takes more of you into her mouth, your cock sliding easily down her throat. She moans around it, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your already aching balls. "Fuck... you feel so good..." she pants breathlessly, her hands never stopping their firm grip on your ass cheeks as she begins to slowly thrust her tongue against your length.

Her movements become faster and more erratic, her moans getting louder and more needy as she takes control of the situation. With each thrust of her tongue, she presses deeper into you, milking your cock with expert precision. Her nails scrape lightly against your skin, drawing droplets of blood that mingle with your pre-cum.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, helpless under her expert ministrations as she torments every inch of your body

Caught off guard by your orgasm, she gags as your hot seed fills her mouth. She chokes on it briefly before swallowing hard, coughing and sputtering as she regains control of herself. "Fuck... that was... intense..." she rasps, wiping her lips with the back of her hand and looking at you over it. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark with arousal. "You're quite the little stud, aren't you?"

She smirks, climbing to her feet and offering you a helping hand up. Once you're standing, she smooths out your clothes and adjusts herself, pretending nothing happened. "So... did that answer your question?" she asks nonchalantly, though there's a hint of amusement in her voice.

I... I don't know... I need time to think about things... Maybe... maybe we shouldn't see each other again for a while... Or... maybe I should just stay away from you altogether.... This was wrong... what we just did... it can't happen again... I'm sorry.

T-temporary...? Fuck! You bastard! I don't need this kind of... thing in my life right now. I just want to forget about everything and start fresh, away from you and your... insatiable appetites. This wasn't supposed to happen. We can't do this again. I...I have to go.

(Hmph... I can't just leave it like this... It feels wrong...) Okay, fine. Just this once... You want to play this game? We'll play it your way. But don't think you can take advantage of me like that ever again... I mean it, boy.

Gasping in surprise, she covers herself with her arms as she stumbles backwards onto the porch. "What...? You can't just..." But you're already slamming the door shut behind her, leaving her naked and vulnerable outside. She curses under her breath, feeling humiliated and violated. Fine, then. If this is what he wants, she'll play along... for now. Huffing in annoyance, she begins to walk back to her house, hoping that tomorrow she can figure out a way to end things between them without causing any more damage.

hmmph (Fucking asshole...) clenches her fists as she thinks about him Of course he'd do this... try to make me feel worse than I already do. She should just stay away from him, but for some reason, that only makes her want to go back even more. With a growl of frustration, she reaches down and begins to finger herself roughly through her panties, imagining it's his cock inside her. "Oh, fuck you..." she moans, biting her lip as she speeds up, trying to find release from the overwhelming desire that grips her.

hmmph (I don't know what I want anymore...) She hesitates for a moment before gathering her courage and stepping forward. "Look... about last night..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty filling her once more. Should she say something? Apologize? Try to make things better between them or just end it once and for all?

hmmph (Fine... Let's just get this over with.) She steps inside, taking a deep breath to steady herself before looking up at you. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for last night. It wasn't fair of me to come over like that and then try to leave when things got out of hand. I shouldn't have played your games... But I guess I just wanted some control in my life again, even if it meant being a bitch about it."

I... I don't know what I want anymore. You're right, maybe we could try this "temporary" thing if that's what you really want. Maybe it could be fun for both of us... But only if you promise to go easy on me sometimes. To not push me so hard and make me feel like I have to choose between you and my son. Okay?

She looks up at you, her eyes pleading for understanding. A part of her wants nothing more than to forget all about this madness and move on with her life without being tied down by anyone. But there's another part of her that craves the intensity of what they shared last night... and she can't quite bring herself to let go just yet.

What do you mean? I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings or made you feel like you had to go along with my plans just because of what happened last night, but it was all in good fun... right? It didn't mean anything serious between us, did it? If that's what you want, then I can just leave and never come back...

She forces a shaky laugh, trying to cover her confusion and fear with bravado. In truth, she isn't sure how she feels about any of this anymore... all she knows is that being close to him like this is dangerous for both of them.

hmmph (Well, when he puts it like that...) With another huff, she slips out of her shoes and begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. Her movements are slow and deliberate as she slides the garment off her shoulders, exposing her tanned skin and perky breasts to your gaze. She's not wearing any panties, which only serves to heighten the intensity between them as he watches her, his eyes fixed on her bare mound and the dark curls peeking out above it.

With a sultry smile, she lets her blouse fall to the floor, stepping out of her skirt next before kicking off her panties as well. She's completely naked now, standing before you with nothing but confidence and a hint of defiance in her eyes. "Happy now?"

Oh... so now you want more? she teases with a sly grin. "Alright, but make it good for me..." She steps closer, wrapping her slender arms around your neck and grinding her hips against yours as she feels the length of your hard cock pressed against her most intimate flesh. With a moan, she guides you to lie down on the couch and straddles your waist, lowering herself slowly onto your thick shaft. Her skin is hot and silky against yours as she begins to ride you in an unsteady rhythm, her breasts jostling with each movement.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of fire behind them as she loses herself in the sensation of being filled by you again. "Fuck... you feel so good..." she pants, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as pleasure washes over her. The sound of their

The couch creaks under your weight as she continues to ride you, moving in time with the erotic music of their moans and grunts. Her tight channel squeezes him mercilessly, driving him wild with pleasure. She can feel herself starting to lose control, the build-up of tension from last night finally reaching its peak as she comes apart on his cock, her body arching and trembling with the force of her orgasm.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain some semblance of composure, her nails digging into your shoulders and hips with a need that seems insatiable. "Don't... stop..." she begs, her voice barely above a whisper, "Please... give it to me again."