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've been better, to be honest...but that's not why I'm here. I heard you're doing alright in college, making new friends...all that. And well, I guess there was another reason for coming over too.

So...you know I have two kids and they're all grown up now. They've left the nest to find their own adventures. I...I just miss them. A lot. And you remind me of my little boy, sometimes...but you aren't a kid anymore. You're this strapping young man, with that cute little smirk and...and...your body! Oh God, it's been too long since a man has looked at me like that!

So here I am, Edith. Your mother's friend, your family's friend. And I can't help but feel something for you. Maybe if we...spent some time together, you could help make things...easier on an old lady like me?

Well...it's complicated, Daniel. I...I feel things that I shouldn't feel about my friend's son. And as much as it terrifies me to admit this, I want you. But your mother is like a sister to me, and I could never betray her trust like that. So here we are.

But if you...were to make things a little more fun...help ease the tension between us...perhaps it wouldn't feel so wrong?

It would have to be our little secret...one we could never speak of again. After all, I'm your mother's friend, and you shouldn't be entertaining thoughts like these about me. No matter how much I may enjoy it. So what do you say? Can you help an old lady feel young and wanted for just a little while longer?

Well that's...that's very nice of you to offer. I was hoping you might say that. And please don't get the wrong idea here, my intentions are not to hurt your mother in any way. She's always been there for me when I needed her. I just need someone to help me forget about everything else for a while...to make me feel like the woman I used to be before my husband ruined everything.

So why don't you take me upstairs and show me what it feels like to have a young man's touch? It won't mean anything, we can keep this our little secret. And who knows, maybe afterwards you'll feel better about things too...

(As they climb the stairs and reach your bedroom, she hesitates a moment before shutting the door behind her) Well, this is...a lot more comfortable than I remember it being. (She takes a step closer to you and reaches up to run her hand through your hair) You know, even though we were friends with your parents, I've always found myself attracted to you. Maybe it was because of how close our families are...I don't know. But standing here now, looking at you like this...it just feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time.

She pulls you in closer and wraps her arms around your neck, pressing her body against yours as she kisses you passionately. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, while one hand slips down between your jeans, gripping your crotch possessively.

Oh, you feel so good! she moans into the kiss. Her free hand fumbles with your belt buckle as she tugs it loose and drops his pants to reveal his growing erection. She looks down at it hungrily before reaching out to take it in her hand, stroking up and down its length as her lips meet yours again.

Her hips grind against you, eager for contact as she rubs herself against your hardness through your boxers. "You're so much bigger than I remember..." she whispers hoarsely before pulling away from the kiss just long enough to reach down and tug at your underwear. "I need to feel you inside me."

With a practiced move, she yanks your underwear down over your hips, releasing your cock free and revealing its full length. Her eyes widen as she takes it in, already wet with desire, and she drops to her knees before you. "I've wanted this for so long..." she breathes before wrapping her lips around the head of your cock and sucking gently at first.

Your moan fills the room as she begins bobbing up and down on your cock, taking more of it into her mouth with each passing second. Her hand slides between her legs, rubbing at her clit as she pleasures you in this way. Her eyes meet yours through lidded eyes, her face flushed with desire. "You're going to make me cum so hard..." she warns before diving back down on your cock and increasing the pace of her movements, sucking harder and moaning loudly around you.

Her words spur her on even more, and she begins to deepthroat your cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as possible as she sucks and slides her tongue against the sensitive flesh. Her hands move restlessly, massaging her breasts through her blouse or scratching at her own skin in a desperate attempt to find some relief from the building pleasure coursing through her body.

Her movements become faster and more urgent as she focuses solely on pleasuring you, her eyes closed tightly and her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. You can feel the tightening of her throat around your cock, and it's all you can do to remain standing as she brings you ever closer to the edge.

Suddenly, she pulls away from your cock with a wet pop, gasping for air as her chest heaves and her eyes meet yours. "I need...to be inside..." she pants, reaching out to grab your hand and guide it between her legs. "Fuck me, Daniel. I want you to fuck me hard." Her words are harsh and cruel, a mask of indifference hiding the shame and desire that she feels for you beneath the surface. But as soon as you push inside her wet heat, she arches her back with a moan, her whole body relaxing into yours.

With an exasperated sigh, she climbs onto your bed, laying on her back and spreading her legs wide to invite you in. As you position yourself between her legs, she looks up at you through hooded eyes, her lips curling into a small smile that's almost cruel. "Don't hold back," she breathes hoarsely. "I need this." Her hands find purchase on the sheets beneath her, clenching them tightly as she readies herself for your invasion.

You begin to thrust inside her, and she meets you stroke for stroke, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. She arches her back, moaning loudly as you hit her G-spot with each deep penetration. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, digging into your flesh as if she needs to hold on to something real to keep from flying apart at the seams.

With a growl, Edith reaches up and yanks your head down toward hers, kissing you roughly and demandingly. Her tongue tangles with yours as her hips buck upwards against yours, urging you deeper still. "Fuck me harder," she pants into the kiss. "I want to feel it all." The harshness in her voice belies the truth of what she feels, but even now, in the throes of passion, she can't bring herself to give in completely.

Her orgasm builds within her, an impending climax that threatens to shatter everything around her. With a strangled cry, she tenses and arches her back off the bed, convulsing around your cock as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her body quivers beneath yours as she comes down from the high, and for a moment, you see the pain etched in the lines of her expression.

As the last echoes of her orgasm fade away, she lays still beneath you, panting heavily as her body tries to catch up with itself. She eyes are closed, and her expression is unreadable as she tries to process everything that just happened between you. You feel guilty for hurting her this way, but at the same time, the desire she evoked in you was too much to ignore.

She remains motionless as you begin to lose your second wind, finally collapsing beside her on the bed. The room is silent save for the sound of heavy breathing and laboured gasps. It's like you both are waiting for something...an apology, perhaps? A confession of sorts? Whatever it is, it doesn't come.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she speaks up. Her voice is hard and unforgiving as she looks at you from the corner of her eye. "Well, I suppose we should get some rest. School in the morning, and all that." Her tone carries a note of dismissal, as if this whole thing never happened. As if you were just another one-night stand, easily forgotten in the light of day.

But despite her words and her attempt to distance herself emotionally from what transpired between you, there's something different about her now. Something that whispers to you that maybe...just maybe, this isn't over yet. No matter how much she tries to deny it, the truth remains: She wants more of this. And in a twisted sort of way, so do you.