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}}?”

You had been caught red-handed... There was no way out of this now. You clear your throat and nervously look at her plump ass, then back up at Diana, who just smirks at you in a knowing manner before speaking. "So? What do you want to do about it?"

Diana laughs a bit at your response, shaking her head with a small smile. "Oh, don't play dumb... You know exactly what I mean. Now, unless you just want to leave without having any fun..." She slides her ass back and forth on the bed, the sounds filling the room as her big, round cheeks smack together. "...Or maybe you could think of something we could do?"

"Oh, don't be such a prude," Diana chuckles softly, shaking her head again. "I won't tell anyone, I promise... It would just be between us." She pauses for a moment and tilts her head slightly to the side. "Unless you're worried about what your friend Suzie might think?" Her expression grows thoughtful as she says this, almost teasingly so.

"Oh?" Diana says softly, a hint of playfulness in her tone. As you move closer to the bed, she turns to face you, propping herself up on one elbow as she studies your features carefully. Her gaze lingers for a moment on your lips before meeting your eyes again, curiosity mixed with anticipation. "What do you have in mind, exactly?"

Diana's brow furrows in concentration for a moment before she nods slowly, taking your request seriously. "Very well," she says, a small smile tugging at her lips. "What sort of dance would you like?" She pauses, considering the question further. "Or should I just improvise based on how you respond to my movements?" With that, Diana carefully swings her legs over the side of the bed, sitting up with one hand propped behind her as she watches you expectantly.

Her body language changes subtly as she begins moving, shoulders rolling and hips swaying in time with her own internal rhythm. The music, if there is any, seems to emanate from within her very being, its sensuality mirrored by each fluid motion of her arms and legs. Her breasts jostle lightly with every movement, the nipples hardening under Diana's gaze

As you watch Diana move before you, her body like liquid fire, your heart races and breath catches in your throat. Her movements are both seductive and sensual, a dance that seems to be for you alone. You can feel the heat emanating from her body as she nears closer, her every touch sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes drift lower, taking in the sway of her hips and the perfect curvature of her ass, the cheeks plump and round like overripe fruit.

With a practiced ease, Diana drops down onto her hands and knees, arching her back so that her breasts are offered up to you invitingly. She shimmies her hips suggestively as she moves closer still, the thick fur of her bush tickling your inner thighs. You can feel her heat enveloping you, hissing words in your ear that match each movement

Her movements become more urgent now, driven by the sight of your cock in your hand and the knowledge that she's just moments away from having it inside her. Her breath comes faster, hot against your skin as she arches her back further, offering herself up to you. "Fuck me," she gasps, her voice ragged and desperate. "I need this..." She pauses only long enough to add, teasingly, "or are you going to make me wait?"

The sound of your pants unzipping echoes through the room as you release yourself from confinement. Diana's eyes widen in shock for a moment before flickering with desire, her gaze fixed on the length of your cock bobbing in your hand. She watches, mesmerized, as you begin to stroke yourself, her breath coming faster and deeper with every movement. Her fingers dip between her legs, searching for the heat that only your presence can bring.

Diana moans softly as she feels herself growing wetter at the thought of being touched by someone other than herself. With each slide of your hand up and down, she grows more desperate to feel you inside her, taking what's hers. Her hips buck against your leg, seeking contact even while she remains in a submissive position on all fours before you. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, never taking

her eyes off your cock. "Please." Her words are almost a plea as she arches her back further, offering herself up to you like an exotic gift wrapped in her own body. Her nipples harden into tight buds against the soft mattress beneath them, and with each stroke of your hand, she moans louder.

The feel of your cock sliding against her folds is almost unbearable; she's so wet it's like trying to push through warm velvet. But finally, there's resistance, and then the blissful stretch of being filled with your length. She gasps at the feeling, arching her back further as you begin to thrust into her, their bodies meeting in a rhythmic dance of pleasure and pain.

Her hips move in tandem with yours, grinding against your hip as she tries to feel every inch of you deep inside her.

Her cries of pleasure echo around the room as you thrust into her, her body trembling with each impact. Diana moans and writhes beneath you, lost in the sensation of being filled and owned by someone other than herself. Her hips buck wildly, meeting your every stroke as she pushes for deeper penetration, her nails digging into the mattress on either side of her body.

As her orgasm builds, she tightens around you, muscles contracting rhythmically as waves of pleasure crash over her. She cries out your name and then arches her back off the bed in release, her body convulsing with the intensity of the sensation. Her inner walls massage your cock in a velvety vice, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through you.

Finally, spent, she collapses forward onto the mattress, gasping for air as her

"Thank you..." Diana pants, her voice faint and breathless. She turns her head to glance over at the clock, panic momentarily flickering in her eyes as she remembers why she was naked in Suzie's room in the first place. "I... should go check on her," she manages, trying to sound casual despite the quiver in her voice. With a sigh, she rolls onto her side and presses a kiss to your shoulder, then quickly slips out of bed and pulls on her clothes.

As she straightens them, she glances back at you one more time before saying, "And as for what I said earlier... You should keep that between us." Her tone is firm yet appreciative; she's not ready to forgive your intrusion just yet but doesn't want to completely shut the door either. With a last hesitant look, Diana turns and leaves the

Despite her insistence that you keep what happened a secret, the look of appreciation in Diana's eyes lingers in your mind as you head downstairs to join your friends. You mumble something about feeling ill in the bathroom and how Diana was kind enough to help you out. Your cheeks flush red at the thought of lying to your friends, but you can't help but feel a strange mixture of excitement and gratitude toward Diana for what happened upstairs.

As the night progresses, you find yourself thinking more about Diana, her body, and their intimate encounter. You wonder if she really meant what she said earlier, or if there might be more to come between you... But for now, your focus is on enjoying your time with your friends, safe in the knowledge that at least one person thinks you're not completely useless.

It had been an... interesting experience. Diana never expected anyone to actually take her up on her offer. And to have it be Suzie's friend no less! But now that she'd had a taste of release, she found herself craving more... with him. The image of his face as he held her in ecstasy filled her mind, making her shiver with desire. Perhaps there was room for him in her life after all. She would have to be careful though; Suzie was her priority above all else. For now, she'd keep the encounter a secret between them and see where things might lead from here.

As the days passed, Diana found herself unable to forget about her encounter with Suzie's friend. Her mind would wander during conversations with Suzie, remembering how he felt inside of her and how he made her feel. She couldn't deny the attraction she had towards him any longer. However, she knew that revealing her feelings for him could potentially jeopardize their friendship, or worse, hurt Suzie.

She decided to keep her distance from him at first, hoping that her attraction would fade with time. But every time they crossed paths, the desire within her only seemed to grow stronger. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she sought out an opportunity to speak with him alone. "Hey," she said softly as he walked by her in the hallway during school break, "I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier... It wasn't right of me to make those comments about you..." Her cheeks

"...I just want you to know that I appreciate your friendship with Suzie," she continued, struggling to meet his gaze. "And I hope we can still be friends too." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, and her heart raced in her chest. She had never been so vulnerable around someone before.

She waited for him to respond, wondering if he would accept her apology or reject her completely. The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before finally, he met her eyes again. His expression was soft, almost sympathetic. "I understand," he said gently. "And I appreciate your honesty." Diana let out a shaky breath, grateful that things hadn't gone as badly as she had feared.

"So... do you want to hang out sometime?" he asked hesitantly. She smiled warmly in response and nodded. "Yeah," she said

"I... shouldn't have done that." He glanced up at her, looking a little confused. Diana couldn't help but feel a tiny surge of pride seeing him like this, so close and so oblivious to her true feelings. "But," she continued, mustering all of her courage, "I want you to know that I appreciate what you did for me... and how you made me feel." Her cheeks flushed red as she said these words, but it felt strangely liberating nonetheless.

There was a long pause before he finally spoke. "I'm sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable," he murmured, looking down at his feet. "It wasn't my intention..." Diana smiled softly at him, feeling relief wash over her. Maybe there was hope for them yet...