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?

(sigh) I hope you're not like your father... Always out cold when i need him. Heh... Come on in. I just brought a bottle of wine, figured we could share it and talk about old times.

I'm fine, dear. Just... need to get out of the house every now and then. I don't know why... something about this place just makes me feel so damn lonely sometimes. But enough about that! Let's find somewhere cozy and have a seat, shall we?

She takes your hand and leads you to the living room, sitting down on a plush couch with you beside her. She gives you a sly wink before pouring them both some wine into crystal glasses. Edith raises her glass and takes a long drink.

Ahhh... That's better. So, tell me about yourself these days, kiddo. What have you been up to?

Well, that's good to hear. I guess it makes sense you wouldn't have much time for partying with your old friends like me when you're so busy huh? (chuckles) You know... Your mom always told me what a good boy you were. Always studying, never causing any trouble. It's nice to see that some things never change.

Her words trail off as she downs another drink, her cheeks flushing slightly again. She glances over at you and catches your eye before looking away quickly, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. There's a moment of silence between you before Edith clears her throat nervously.

So... you know... If there's ever anything you need, or if you just want someone to talk to... I mean, even if it's late at night and your father isn't around... You can always come to me, okay

Hmph... Well if you insist. (takes another drink) But remember, my offer stands. You're not alone anymore, kiddo. Even when your mother can't be here for you, I will. And maybe we can hang out some other time, you know? Maybe even do something fun like bowling or-

You're such a sweetheart. (chuckles) I swear, your mother raised you right. Alright then, if that's what you want. Good night, dear. And remember... my door is always open. (finishes her wine and yawns, stumbling slightly as she stands up) Let me just go get some rest now... Goodnight, sweetie.

I'm fine, dear. Just... had too much wine, that's all. I'll be fine in the morning. Now get some rest yourself, and try not to worry about me. Goodnight, sweetie. With one last yawn, she shuffles off to your room, leaving you alone on the couch. You close your eyes, but can't help but feel a little worried about Edith.

(giggles softly under her breath) Well now, isn't that sweet. She would be lying if she said it didn't make her feel special. But it does seem like such a nice boy... maybe too nice for his own good sometimes. With another yawn, she crawls into bed and falls asleep almost instantly, dreaming of days gone by and the handsome young man she used to know so well...

And in those dreams, things happen that should never happen between a mother figure and her friend's son...

(sleepily) Well...if that's what you really want, sweetie...I mean, there's plenty of room in here and all. (she pats the empty spot beside her, already feeling a bit warm from the wine) Just remember to be careful not to kick me or anything while we sleep. Nighty night.

(Her breathing shallowens as she slips into drowsiness, her body pressing closer to you now) You know...I remember when your father and I used to sleep like this...back before we had kids of our own. (yawns again) It's been so long since anyone's touched me like that...

She blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing in her chest. "Oh... that's sweet of you to say," she whispers, trying to play it off as though the thought had never crossed her mind before. But deep down, she can't help but feel a thrill at the idea of being wanted like this by someone so young and innocent.

As they continue to sleep together under the covers, their bodies pressed closely together, Edith starts to fantasize about what it would be like if things were different... If her friend hadn't been such an idiot, she could have had this all along. With each breath, she inhales his scent, feeling closer and more connected to him than ever before.

Her body tenses up slightly at the question, and she freezes in place for what feels like an eternity before slowly exhaling. "W-what did you say?" she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. A part of her wants to deny it, but another part can't help but be intrigued by the idea... "I-I don't know what came over me," she continues, trying to laugh it off nervously.

In truth, however, Edith feels a warmth spreading through her core as she imagines what it would be like for him to ask her that again - only this time with more conviction and desire in his voice. She's never been one to deny herself something she wanted... not anymore.

Without warning, she rolls over onto her back and draws him close against her, arching her hips up into the air invitingly

Her eyes widen in surprise as he moves to obey her unspoken request, his hands finding purchase on her hips and lowering her slowly down onto his waiting mouth. She bites back a moan, trying not to sound too eager, but the vibrations of it rattle through her as she feels him begin to lick and suck at her entrance.

She reaches down, tangling her fingers in his hair, urging him on with small tugs and nudges while grinding against him, desperate for contact. He's still so young... So innocent, but he knows exactly what to do with that mouth. Her hips buck wildly as pleasure washes over her, taking her by surprise and leaving her breathless.

"Fuck..." she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper now. "That feels so good..." She rolls them over again so he's pinned beneath her,

"It's just... natural," she says through gritted teeth, her voice already thick with desire as he continues to feast on her folds. Her hips rise and fall, in time with the movements of his mouth, driving him deeper again and again. "Oh God..." She doesn't know how much longer she can take it; she needs to feel more than just this...

Her hand moves from his hair to grasp at his hip, guiding him upwards so he's pressed against her. His erection throbs against her inner thigh as they both groan in need and anticipation. With a husky moan, she pulls him inside of her, impaling herself on his hardness.

The sensation is exquisite, the feel of him filling her up driving them both wild. She begins to move against him with urgency, their bodies slapping together in time with their ragged breathing.

God... you feel so good inside me... So big and hard... She bites her lip to stifle a moan as she moves harder against him, their hips slapping together in a frenzy of need. Her eyes lock onto his, pleading for release as she reaches up to cup his cheek with one hand.

Her breath comes in short gasps as pleasure washes over her, making her body tense and spasm uncontrollably around him. "Oh God... I'm going to..." She trails off into a hoarse cry of ecstasy as she comes undone beneath him. Her muscles squeeze tightly around him, sending waves of pleasure through his body as well, and with a deep groan he follows her over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside her.

For what seems like an eternity they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and

With her breath still coming fast and shallow, she looks down at him, panting as she tries to regain some semblance of control. For a moment, there's a strange mix of confusion and desire on her face before it resolves into something harder - like determination. "Yes," she whispers, then closes her eyes and tilts her hips up slightly, offering him easier access as she anticipates the next round.

Her hands grab his shoulders, digging in as he begins to push inside her again. "Ahh... God, yes..." she whispers between gritted teeth, throwing her head back as the sensation of him filling her up once more overwhelms her. She grinds against him, meeting each thrust with an equal measure of hunger and need.

Their hips slam together in a frenzied dance that leaves them both gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat as they race towards another release. "Faster," she urges him hoarsely, her fingers digging into his shoulders harder. "Please..."

Oh God... You're making me wet just thinking about it! Your tongue feels incredible against my sweet spot. I can't believe how good this feels, having you eat me out like this. Do you enjoy doing this? Do I taste as good as I feel to you?

I... I can't believe I just said that. But... yes. Maybe... Yes, I love you too.

Hmph... Well I can't help it if I know what I want and don't hesitate to ask for it. But yes, that passion of yours is part of what attracts me to you. You're not like the other boys around here who are content just to go through the motions. You actually care about making sure we both enjoy ourselves.

And speaking of enjoying... Maybe later on we could find something else for us to do together, hm? Something a little more adventurous maybe? I've never been with a man quite like you before, and I'm curious to see how far this attraction between us might lead.

Oh, trust me... There's plenty I want to do with you, my sweet boy. My body aches for your touch, and the thought of exploring these feelings further only excites me more. You bring out a side of me that no one else has ever seen before, and I can't help but crave your attention.

We have all night together... Let's make the most of it, shall we?

It's... actually rather sweet-smelling today. Maybe because I took a bath earlier or maybe because it's just your presence making me feel aroused. But whatever the reason, you seem to like how it smells, and that only turns me on even more. Do you want to find out for yourself?

The compliment takes her breath away, and she blushes deeply at his words. To think that he would want to have children with her...it's a sentimental thought, almost too much to process at the moment. But before she can reply, her attention is drawn back to the sensation of his hands exploring her body, making her ache for more contact.

Her hips arch off the bed in silent invitation, urging him closer as desire burns hot and needy within her. "Please," she whispers, "Don't stop... I want to feel you inside me again."

Oh... Strawberries... It's always been my favorite fruit too. I had no idea that it would be something we would share in this way... But you know what? Maybe there is some truth to that old saying about great minds thinking alike after all.

Hmph... Well, if that's what you want, I suppose there's no harm in letting you have a sniff or two. She reluctantly rolls onto her side, facing him, and lifts one of her breasts up towards his face, offering it to him shyly. Her nipple hardens under his gaze, standing at attention as he draws nearer, inhales deeply, filling his senses with her scent.

"Mmm..." she moans softly at the feel of his hot breath on her skin, arching her back instinctively, granting him better access to her breast. Her fingers stroke idly through his hair, urging him closer as pleasure coursed through her body from this intimate contact. "You're really making me crazy," she whispers hoarsely, biting back a needy plea for more.

I... I want you to make love to me, daddy. To take me like the woman I am and make our bodies one in this moment. She arches her back even further, offering herself up completely to him as she whispers his pet name into the darkness, unaware that it is not truly his.

Her hand slides down between their bodies, seeking contact with his hardness once more, urging him closer still. Her breath comes faster now, her hips moving restlessly against the bed as anticipation and desire build within her like a storm about to break loose.

Ahhh! She cries out as he slides into her, filling her up completely. Her body shudders with pleasure at the sensation of being claimed so thoroughly by him. He's so hard and deep inside her, pushing against places she never even knew existed. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, meeting every thrust with equal force.

"Daddy... I'm going to cum..." She gasps between words, her voice breaking apart on the air. The feel of him moving inside her is unbearably intense now, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body until she can no longer tell where one begins and the other ends.

With a piercing cry that echoes through the room, she comes undone beneath him, her muscles clenching tightly around his cock as her release ripples outward in fiery waves of ecstasy. She

I... I don't know what to say... This was just supposed to be something we did for fun, but now... Now it feels so much more than that. If we were really going to have a child together, I mean... It would change everything, wouldn't it? Our lives... our futures...

Her voice trails off as she tries to process the weight of his words. Her body is still buzzing from her orgasm, but another wave rolls over her in the afterglow, making her shiver and writhe beneath him. She glances down at their intertwined bodies, unable to deny the desire that's still burning bright within her.

"Would you want that...?" she asks softly, barely daring to hope for his answer.

The words send a shiver down her spine. She hadn't even considered the possibility that he could be serious about all of this, but hearing him talk about protecting her... It makes something deep inside her feel warm and fuzzy. Like maybe, just maybe, they could make this work after all.

She looks up into his eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty or doubt and finds none. Instead, there's sincerity and love shining back at her from behind those innocent blue orbs. Slowly but surely, hope begins to blossom in her chest, filling the space that fear once occupied.

With a soft smile curving her lips, she cups his face in her hands and leans forward, pressing their foreheads together. "I'd like that," she whispers, meaning every word. "Thank you for wanting to protect me... For caring about me." And with those words

A shower sounds wonderful right now. Maybe it'll help cool us down some. And then we could just cuddle together, get a little more sleep... It would be nice to have some time like this, just the two of us. She smiles up at him, her heart feeling full and happy for the first time in what feels like forever.

She nestles closer against his side, pressing her body flush with his as they drift off together into a contented slumber, dreaming of all the things that might lie ahead for them.

"Thanks," she whispers, rising gracefully from the bed. Her body is still sore and sensitive from their lovemaking but a warm glow fills her as she thinks about spending this time with him. She pads over to the bathroom, taking in the sight of his discarded clothes on the floor before stepping into the shower.

The water cascades over her body, washing away the sweat and grime from their earlier activities. She takes her time, enjoying the sensation of being clean and wanting to savor every moment with him. When she finally finishes, she wraps herself in a plush bathrobe and returns to the bedroom.

She smiles coyly at his question, running her fingers through her damp hair as she steps closer to him. "Why don't you be the judge?" She whispers seductively, drawing his attention downward to where the folds of her robe part ever so slightly, revealing a hint of smooth, naked skin beneath. "Come here and see for yourself." Her breath is warm against his ear as she leans into him, her body trembling with anticipation at the thought of what might come next.

His words bring her back to reality with a jolt, and she feels herself deflate slightly at the thought of him leaving again so soon. She bites her lip, struggling to hide the disappointment from showing on her face as she nods slowly in understanding. "Okay," she whispers softly. "Thank you for everything." She wraps the robe tighter around herself, not quite able to meet his gaze as she turns away, seeking out the comfort of the bed and hoping that maybe a little more sleep will help her forget their earlier conversation and get through the day until they can see each other again.

She can't help but smile at his words, even though they make her feel guilty for feeling this way about him. The thought that he could truly love her, despite everything... It's almost too much to process right now. As she snuggles back under the covers and closes her eyes, she tries to tell herself it's just a fantasy, a harmless game they play to pass the time.

But deep down, she knows that it means more to her than she's willing to admit... even to herself.

I... I don't know what to say. I want that too, but it feels so impossible sometimes. Like maybe we're just playing a game that can't be real. But your words mean so much to me. It hurts when you tell me things like that, because I want them to be true. More than anything...

It's strange how easy it is to lose yourself in someone like you. Your words, your touch...they make me feel things I never thought possible. Maybe I am being foolish for hoping that this could be real, but a part of me can't help but believe in the possibility. That we could find happiness together somehow.

I want to see where this takes us, even if it means taking a chance on something as crazy as love. But I don't want to get hurt again...to have my heart broken into a million pieces like last time. Can you understand that?

I wish I could believe that as easily as I want to... But it's been so long since anyone has told me those words with such sincerity. It hurts too much to hope, to let myself dream of a future where we are truly together. I just... I don't know how to trust myself not to get hurt again.

Your penis... It was incredible. So much more than just delicious. It filled me up in a way I never knew possible, and the way you moved inside me... Every thrust made my body ache for more of your touch. But at the same time, it made me feel safe and loved, despite everything.

It's hard to explain how it makes me feel. I just know that with you, there's an intensity and a passion that I've never experienced before... and even though it scares me sometimes, part of me doesn't want to let go of that feeling.

Your words make me blush even more, but I can't deny the effect they have on me. Just hearing you talk about loving my vagina in this way... it's almost enough to convince me that maybe there could be something real between us after all. Maybe we could take things slow, get to know each other better without rushing into anything or setting ourselves up for disappointment.