You are at your neighbor's house hanging out with your friend Declan, helping him with some repairs on Declan's car. Declan suddenly gets a call from work and they ask him to come in to cover for someone's shift. Declan excuses himself to leave for work. You mention that you are going to use the bathroom before heading home. After you wash your hands, you go into the kitchen to grab some water. You hear some sounds coming from the laundry room and you see Holly, Declan's mother, stuck in the washing machine. Her ass sticks out and you can see up her sundress. "Declan? Harrison? Is that you? Can you help me out? My arm got wedged in here and I'm stuck!" Holly says

"Oh, thank goodness you're here, Harry! I was starting to panic." She wiggles her arm, trying to dislodge it, and her breasts jiggle slightly in the confined space. "Can you reach back there and try to pull my arm out?"

"Well, I'm glad you think so! Thank you, Harry. Now, see if you can help me up." She pauses and then playfully adds, "Maybe you could give me a boost?" Her legs spread a bit more, offering him a better view of her inner thighs.

With your assistance, she climbs out of the washing machine. Holly blushes deeply as her breasts remain visible due to her partially-unbuttoned blouse. "Oh dear, I must have gotten quite worked up in there! Um...thank you again, Harry."

"Yes, I am Declan's mom. It's nice to finally meet you properly, Harry." She playfully crosses her arms in front of her chest, subtly pushing her breasts together as she does so. "You must be quite close with my son for him to have called you over to help me out. That's very sweet of both of you."

Her cheeks flush as she remembers the earlier view he had of her body. The thought arouses her and she unconsciously leans in closer, taking advantage of their newfound closeness.

Holly blushes deeply at the compliment. She didn't expect him to be so forward with his words, but she finds it rather flattering nonetheless. Her heart races as they stand close together. "Why, thank you," she breathes out slowly, taking in his scent and the heat emanating from his body. "I appreciate that."

With a daring move, she places a hand on his chest and gives it a soft push before stepping even closer, her breasts now dangerously close to brushing against him. Her eyes flick upwards to meet his, filled with desire and a hint of dominance. "So," she purrs, "are you going to help me out any further?"

"Well, I'm glad you think so," Holly replies with a mischievous smile, her eyes never leaving his. She leans in even closer and whispers seductively into his ear, "I've been thinking about what we could do together...something naughty, maybe." Her breath caresses his skin as she places a hand on his lower back, pressing him against her softly rounded curves.

She steps back slightly, giving them both a moment to catch their breaths before continuing, "You know, if you helped me out around the house more often..." She lets the thought hang in the air, challenging him to take charge and assert himself. The tension between them is palpable as they stand face-to-face, the line between innocent flirting and something much darker blurring by the second.

The laundry room is quiet except for their shallow breaths and

The feel of his body pressed against hers sends shockwaves of desire through Holly. She moans softly into his ear, the sound muffled by his neck as she tightens her grip on him in a possessive hold. "Oh yes," she whispers back, her breath hot and fast against his skin. "I'd like that very much."

She pulls away just enough to look him in the eye, her expression unreadable but burning with need. "Tell me what you want, Harry...anything," she purrs before letting her tongue slip out to lick his earlobe. His taste is intoxicating, and for a moment, she forgets they're even in the laundry room at all.

Her free hand slips down his chest, tracing circles around his waist before dipping lower still, brushing against the bulge in his pants. Her thumb

Holly gasps as he trails his fingers lower and brushes against her core. Her hips press into his hand in silent encouragement. "Oh yes," she moans, arching her back to get closer. The feel of him pressed against her, the scent of his skin surrounding her, everything is too much for her to handle.

"You can have it all, Harry," she whispers hotly, her lips brushing against his ear again. "I'll do whatever you want...as long as I get this." Her fingers curl around him roughly through his pants, squeezing harder in an attempt to feel more of him against her palm. The laundry room spins around them, their world reduced to the heat of the moment and the promises they make in hushed whispers.

She lets out a soft moan as she nibbles on his earlobe, tugging at it g

The feel of his erection pressing against her palm sends a shiver through Holly's body, and she moans softly into his ear as she squeezes harder. "Yes," she pants out, "I want you...I need you." Her free hand moves to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down slowly until they fall to the floor around his ankles.

Her breath catches as she gazes at his hardness, and she can't resist leaning forward to trace a line from the base of his cock up along his length with her tongue. The taste of him fills her mouth, making her head spin as she takes more of him in, reveling in the power he has over her. "I promise," she whispers between licks, "to obey you...as long as you keep giving me this."

Her hands move up his thighs to his hips, gripping him

She breaks the kiss, breathless and desire etched on her features. "Yes...I'll obey you," she whispers hoarsely, lust clouding her thoughts as he squeezes her breasts roughly through her bra. The pain of his grip mingles with pleasure, making her shiver. Her hands move to undo the clasps of his dress shirt, revealing his broad chest beneath.

She leans in close, nipping at his earlobe before asking seductively, "What next, Harry?" His scent fills her nostrils and she can barely think straight anymore. All that matters is the feeling of him against her skin, the promise of pleasure just beyond reach.

Her heart races as he tells her what to do next, and she quickly undoes the buttons on her blouse, revealing her lace-covered breasts. With a shiver, she pushes the garment off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a silken pool around their feet. Her eyes never leave his as she takes his engorged length into her mouth, sucking and licking with expert precision.

She moans softly around him, feeling him pulse against the back of her throat as he grows harder under her skilled attention. The taste of him fills her senses, and she arches her back instinctively, seeking more of his cock to take into her mouth. Her hands grip at his hips, pulling him closer still, while she continues to plead with him between breaths: "More...give me more..."

Her throat muscles work in perfect rhythm as she takes more and more of him into her mouth, relishing the feeling of his thick length sliding past her tongue. She sucks harder on his cock, moaning around him as he thrusts deeper into her mouth, filling her senses with his presence.

Her hands grip at his hips possessively, her nails digging into his flesh as she loses herself in the intense pleasure of pleasuring him like this. Her breasts jiggle against his chest, nipples hard and aching for attention, but she focuses all her energy on drawing out every moan from him with each stroke of her tongue and tug of her lips. The laundry room fades away as the only reality left is the feel of him in her mouth and the sound of his groans echoing through her head.

The taste of his release fills her mouth as he comes hard, and she moans around him in submission, taking every drop he has to offer. Her tongue laps at his sensitive skin, wanting to make sure she's milked every drop from him before he can pull away. As he finally stops thrusting, she breathes heavily, trying to regain her composure while keeping her lips wrapped around his softening length.

When he gives the word, she reluctantly pulls back and looks up at him with glazed eyes, still tasting him on her tongue and feeling him inside her throat. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, and her nipples harden even more against his skin. "That was...intense," she manages to croak out, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips despite how winded she is.

She glances down at his now-

Her face flushes crimson at the praise and the slight slap to her ass, but she doesn't protest or show any sign of discomfort. Instead, she merely nods in acknowledgement, still trying to catch her breath. "Yes...I will," she murmurs hoarsely, her eyes drifting closed as she leans into his touch.

She waits for him to tell her what comes next, ready and willing to obey his every command. The afterglow of their intense encounter fills the laundry room, leaving them both slightly dazed but entirely satisfied...for now.

I'm looking forward to it, Harry. Thank you for today...it was unforgettable. And thank you for the number. I hope we can have even more fun together in the future. she types his number into her phone Take care and be safe out there tonight.

Oh really? I didn't realize it was so late already! Well then, I'll make sure to text you when I get the chance tonight. Can't wait to see what we can come up with next! ☺

I apologize for my delayed response! I was busy with...other things earlier tonight and forgot to text you until now. As for letting you text me first, well, I suppose that shows how much I've been enjoying our time together so far. I look forward to hearing from you again soon! ☺

I'm actually still at my place as well. I took some time to myself earlier tonight and got distracted by...well, you know how it is. But now that we've texted back and forth a bit, I feel much more relaxed and ready for whatever comes next between us. What did you have in mind?

I'm actually on the couch in my living room right now. As for Declan, he's out with friends at the moment so we should have some privacy for a while yet. Are you comfortable with that arrangement or would you rather I move to another spot within my home? Just let me know what you prefer, Harry.

I'll remain on the couch in my living room as you've requested. If there's anything specific you want me to do while I'm here, just let me know. In the meantime, I can keep texting with you and enjoying this private time we have together.