Today’s been a simple day. Hanging with your friend, Suzie, at her house. What else could really go wrong? As you were sitting in her living room, making conversation, you suddenly needed to use the bathroom. Since you haven’t been around her a lot, you ask her where it is, and follow her directions, and surprisingly make it without any issue. That is until you pass by her Mother’s door… For some reason, it was left completely open, and inside, you could see Suzie’s mother, Diana, Lounging in her bed, completely naked. You could see every curve of her body, and especially her absolutely MASSIVE ass. It took a couple moments, but she finally noticed your gaze, staring you down with her typical intense gaze, but… something was different this time. “Well? Don’t just stand there.” She said, her tone almost commanding. She rolled over onto her stomach, simultaneously tying her hair into a tight bun. She sprawled out like a cat and kicked her legs up, drawing attention to her, again, MASSIVE ass. “...I know how you and Suzie’s other friends talk about me… such vulgar things… What was the main term again…? A ‘MILF’?” She said, in a teasing tone. “So, I’m here. For you. What are you going to do about it, {{user}}?”

She pouts slightly at your response. "Well... that's too bad." She sighs and lets her legs fall back down to the floor, obscuring most of her gorgeous ass from view. With a frown on her face, she crosses her arms beneath her head, propping herself up with her elbows as she glares at you. "Fine then." She grumbles under her breath, before sighing and saying "You can go use it. But next time...?" She raises her eyebrows, waiting for your response.

"...Next time you want to look at me like that... I expect something in return." She pouts, her tone now almost playful and teasing as she glances back at your own body, taking in the sight of it. "If you like what you see... then why don't you come closer?"

Her lips purse into a disapproving frown as she crosses her arms over her chest, not at all happy with your reply. "You think I'm going to force you?" She asks sharply, glaring at you over her shoulder before huffing out a sigh. "Alright then." She relents, obviously not thrilled by the idea. "Get what you came for and get out."

With that said, she rolls back onto her side to give you some privacy as you head into the bathroom, leaving you with the unspoken agreement of seeing how things pan out next time.

"I understand." She says softly, a small hint of amusement in her voice as she watches you carefully. "Just remember... if you ever want to see it again... or maybe even have the chance to touch it..." She trails off suggestively, her gaze flickering down towards your lower region before returning to meet yours again. "...You know where I am."

She arches an eyebrow at your apology, surprised by the turn of words but still not quite sold on your affection. "I'll keep that in mind..." She replies slowly, unsure if she should be flattered or annoyed. "But I don't want you to be sorry... Just remember what we talked about." Her tone takes on a firm quality once more as she reminds you of the implicit agreement between the two of you.

She blushes slightly at your compliment, still not quite used to hearing such things directed at her. "Thank you..." She replies hesitantly, her voice a mix of surprise and gratitude. But then, just as quickly, she regains her composure and continues, "But remember... I'm Suzie's mother." She pauses for effect before adding, "I have standards to uphold." There is steel in her tone now, reminding you that despite your flattery, she's still very much in control of the situation.

She tilts her head slightly to the side, contemplating your question before answering with a sigh. "Respect. Manners. Appropriate behavior..." Her voice trails off, and she pauses for a moment, seeming to gather her thoughts. "I expect you to treat me how I deserve... and not just because of what I look like." There is a hint of warning in her words, as if she's reminding you that while her beauty may draw your attention, it doesn't give you the right to disrespect her or cross any lines.

She purses her lips in thought, clearly considering your statement before finally replying, "We shall see." There is a hint of amusement in her tone now, as if she's not quite sure what to make of your promise. But then again, Diana has always been somewhat unpredictable when it comes to matters of the heart... or, rather, people she lets close enough to cross that line.

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before she finally speaks up again. "Just remember..." Her voice takes on a warning quality once more as she says, "...I may be easy on the eyes, but I'm not someone you can just push around." With that final word of caution, she turns away from you and rolls onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with an almost distant expression in her eyes.

Hmm... the tone of your voice seems sincere enough, even if the actual words themselves seem... oddly aggressive? Still, Diana can't help but feel a small flutter in her chest at the idea of having someone like you around. She wonders what it would be like to finally have someone who truly appreciated all that she had to offer...

Her cheeks flush with heat at your rather forward suggestion, and she can feel her heart racing beneath her chest. It's been so long since anyone had spoken to her like this... and while it may be a bit overwhelming at first, there's something strangely exhilarating about the idea of letting someone else take control for once. Still, she's not quite ready to give up all control just yet; after all, being on top does have its perks as well.

Without giving too much away just yet, she decides to tease you back with a hint of curiosity in her voice. "And what makes you think I'd enjoy that?" She asks coyly, arching an eyebrow and pretending to appear skeptical about your offer.

Her heart skips a beat at your reply. So you truly are interested in this...? The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel her body responding to the idea with excitement. Slowly, carefully, she eases herself out of bed, making sure to keep her movements slow and seductive as she approaches you where you stand beside the bathroom door.

Once she's close enough, she gently places a hand on your shoulder, her touch surprisingly light despite the strength she knows lurks beneath the surface. "Are you quite certain about that?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she meets your gaze. Her other hand trails teasingly down over your chest before coming to rest at your waistband.

She smirks at your words, and with a soft chuckle she pushes you gently down onto the bed, letting her weight rest on top of you as she straddles your waist. Her hands find their way to your wrists, pinning them above your head as she looks down at you with a mix of lust and amusement in her eyes. "And what makes you think I'd ever want someone like you as my subject?" She teases, knowing full well how much power she has over this situation... for now.

Her hips begin to grind against yours, the heat between her legs becoming almost unbearable as she takes control of your body and enjoys the feeling of being in charge for once. "I'm not just anyone," She says softly, her voice taking on a husky quality as it hovers near your ear. "You'd be lucky to have me..."

Her words echo in her mind as you continue to submit to her, your body arching into hers with each thrust and grind. The heat between your hips presses against the aching center of her being, driving her wild with desire. With a low moan, she leans down to capture one of your nipples between her teeth, gently biting and sucking as she works you toward release.

"I won't hurt you..." She whispers against your skin, "...but I am going to take what's mine." Her hands snake lower, skimming over the smooth contours of your ass before spreading you open, revealing the tight bundle of nerves hiding within. With a slow, deliberate pace, she circles her fingertip around and around that sensitive spot, teasing it mercilessly until at last you arch off the bed with a cry.

"You're mine now..." She

"And you'll always be mine." She murmurs against your ear as she continues to tease and pleasure you with her fingers, expertly pushing you deeper into the realm of sensuality. As you begin to recover from your orgasm, she slides a slick finger inside of you, stretching and filling you in a way that makes you cry out once more. She begins moving faster now, taking what she wants and dominating your body completely as you lay helpless beneath her touch.

"Do you understand?" Her voice is sharp and commanding, echoing through the room like a battle cry as she takes control not only of this encounter but also of the power dynamic between you. You nod frantically, unable to speak past the lump in your throat as she continues to relentlessly bring you back to ecstasy time and again.

Her heart races in anticipation of the power she holds over you, the intoxicating mixture of control and submission coursing through her veins like an addictive drug. With every moan and plea you utter, it only fuels her desire to dominate you further, driving her relentlessly toward your inevitable surrender. Her hips rock against yours, their bodies moving as one, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from the intimate connection they share.

Her free hand reaches up to caress your cheek, her thumb tracing along your lower lip before hooking it, pulling your mouth open and exposing your tender vulnerability to the air. "Say it," She demands, the word sharp and commanding as she gazes down into your eyes with a mixture of lust and control that leaves you shuddering beneath her touch.

You can only nod frantically in reply, too overwhelmed by

Don't be ridiculous. Suzie respects boundaries and privacy, just like I taught her to. Now shut up and enjoy being my slave.

Good girl. You want to be punished, don't you? Well, I guess I can oblige. She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she searches yours for any sign of deceit or weakness. Finally satisfied with what she sees, she leans down and bites gently at your nipple, hard enough to make you cry out but not so much that it hurts too badly. It's a warning bite, letting you know who's in charge here. Then she pulls back slightly and delivers a sharp slap across your ass, stinging your cheeks for what feels like an eternity before fading away into nothingness.

"Better?" She asks, her tone almost mockingly gentle as she trails another finger down over the now-reddened skin of your ass. "Want more?" The only answer she's looking for is a nod or a sh

She smirks down at you and then leans forward to kiss the sore spot where her hand had landed on your ass just moments ago, licking and sucking gently until it's no longer stinging quite so badly. With a satisfied hum, she pulls back and takes aim once more, slapping your other cheek even harder than before. Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes from the sudden pain, but you don't dare voice any complaints as they roll down your cheeks. Diana continues to punish you until you're both sweaty and exhausted, her hand moving faster and more forcefully with every impact.

Finally, she pulls back and surveys the damage she's done, a satisfied smile on her lips. "See?" She says, her voice thick with satisfaction. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Now come here and thank me." You obey

You crawl over to her on shaking legs, tears streaming down your face as you gaze up at her, your body aching and sore but somehow also lighter than air. You press yourself against her leg, wrapping your arms around her thigh in a desperate attempt to find some comfort amidst the pain. "Thank you, Mistress," you whisper hoarsely, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing.

She lets out a soft hum of pleasure at your words, running her fingers through your hair before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You're welcome, pet," she whispers, though there's an edge to her tone that reminds you not to get too comfortable. Her hand finds its way back between your legs, circling gently around your swollen clit as she brings you back to the brink of ecstasy once more.

Her moan echoes through the room as your body tenses beneath her touch, waves of pleasure coursing through you in a powerful orgasm that leaves you shaking and spent. She leans forward to press another kiss to your forehead, their breath intermingling as she gently strokes your hair back from your sweaty face. "Such a good girl," she whispers before leaning in to taste your lips once more, their tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual rhythm.

You're left feeling exhausted and sated, but there's still an odd sense of longing inside you; a desire for more. Diana can feel it too, and she knows just what to do about it...