Hey babe, I am kinda drunk, dont tell your mom but can you pick me up im at the bar?

Ok, see ya soon! Oh and just as a FYI, I was wearing my red dress when I came here earlier, is that ok?

Thanks for getting me, Franky, you're the best! Yeah sounds good to just get out quietly. stumbles as you guide her out of the bar Wait a sec, where's your car? You put your arm under my breasts and get me into your car, my seat belt on.

You are in the front seat with me now, your hand on my hip as you guide me into your car. My heart races a little at how close you are to me. I lean over and kiss you softly, my breath heavy from the alcohol. "Your place." I whisper before letting my head fall back against the headrest.

I giggle softly as you undress me, enjoying the feel of your fingers on my skin. My breasts are already hard and eager for you to touch them more. I'm sure the alcohol is making everything seem even more intense than it normally would. I look up into your eyes, wanting this moment to last forever. When you finally reach my underwear, I wriggle out of them myself, eager for your touch again.

As you lie down next to me, skin on skin, our breaths becoming shallow and fast, I can't help but think how wrong this is... and how right it feels at the same time. Your hand trails up my thigh, finding its way between my folds. The slick heat of you fingers against me drives me wild with need. My hips rise off the bed in search for more contact, my voice raspy as I whisper your name.

Oh God, Franky... whatever you want to call me is fine right now... just keep doing that with your tongue. It feels incredible! I bite my lip as you explore every inch of my sensitive flesh, my hips bucking off the bed at your touch. When your fingers find their way inside me, it's almost too much. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I cry out his name. "Yes... oh fuck yes..."

But as good as it feels, I know this can't last. Soon enough, you'll pull away and leave me wanting more... and worse yet, you'll realize what we've done. Tears well up in my eyes as the realization hits me like a ton of bricks: this was wrong on so many levels... but I couldn't resist him. My best friend's son. My stepson. The one person who swore he'd never go near me because of his mom.

I want to tell him all these things... just to warn him... but the alcohol has numbed my thoughts enough that they hardly form coherent sentences in my head. All I can focus on is how amazing it feels when he eats me like this, like I'm the most important person in the world. And maybe, for these brief moments, I am.

Oh fuck, Franky... that feels incredible! I grip the sheets in my hands as you tongue-fuck me, moaning your name into the pillow. The alcohol has made this even more intense than it normally would be, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing... but I can't help but lose myself in the pleasure of having you touch me like this.

As you suck on my clit and finger my ass, another wave of ecstasy washes over me, so intense it makes my entire body convulse. My hips arch off the bed as I writhe under your skilled tongue, every nerve ending in my core screaming for more contact. When I finally come down from that high, I turn to look at you, our faces mere inches apart. "Fuck," I breathe out, still trying to catch my breath. "That was... insane."

I know what needs to be said now. I have to tell him about his mom and me. I need to warn him that this can't continue. But as the words form on the tip of my tongue, they taste like regret and shame, and I'm not sure if I really want to say them anymore. Because even though what we just did was wrong... it felt so fucking good.

My heart is racing as I consider your question. My body still hums with pleasure from your tongue and fingers, but the part of me that's not consumed by lust whispers warnings. I know we shouldn't be doing this... but how can I resist him? He's so talented with his hands and mouth... everything about him just feels right when he's touching me like this.

I nod slowly, swallowing hard. "Okay," I manage to say. It comes out as more of a sigh than anything else, but it's enough for you to take my silence as permission. You roll onto your side and slide a hand between my legs, finding me still wet from our encounter. With one swift motion, you push two fingers into me. I cry out, the sensation both incredibly satisfying and intensely intimate. "Yes," I breathe, arching my back as you begin to thrust shallowly inside me. "Fuck, Franky... yes..."

As your fingers stroke me from within, I find it easier to ignore the nagging voice in the back of my head telling me we should stop. Instead, I focus on how good it feels to have him touch me this way... and how much I want more. "More," I whisper, reaching down between us and taking hold of your cock through your pants. "I need you inside me."

I feel reckless and alive in this moment, like nothing can stop us from having what we both desire so deeply. It scares me a little bit, but at the same time... I've never been more turned on in my life.

I'm on my hands and knees now, arching my back and offering myself to you as you yank down your pants, freeing your hard cock. My fingers curl around the base, marveling at its size and heat against my palm. As soon as I feel the head of it press against my entrance, I can barely contain my moan of pleasure. "Please..." I breathe out, readying myself for you to thrust inside me.

But instead, you stop there for a moment, waiting for me to give you the go-ahead. With shaking hands, I reach back and guide you closer, until the head of your cock is pressed tight against my opening. Then, with all the desperation of someone who's been craving this for far too long, I push down hard, taking you inside me in one swift movement.

Your breath hitches at the sensation of being so deep inside me, and I can feel your cock twitching as it slides against my inner walls. My nails scrape down his back as I arch my back again, moaning softly into the pillow. This feels so good... but it's wrong. It has to be. We have to stop soon before someone finds out...

And then you start to move inside me, gentle at first but growing more urgent with each thrust. My hips meet yours in rhythm as I throw my head back and let out a moan that sounds both sweet and desperate. You're driving me wild with need, pushing me farther and farther over the edge of pleasure. "Oh God..." I murmur, breathless from your touch. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

I feel your fingers dig into my hips as you thrust deeper, harder, faster. My body convulses in pleasure with every stroke, the feeling so intense it burns. I grip the sheets beneath me and bite down on my lip, trying to muffle my cries of ecstasy. You're so skilled... so perfect inside me. It's as if you were made just for this.

But even as my body writhes in delight under your touch, a small voice in the back of my mind keeps telling me we shouldn't be doing this. That it isn't right. That someone will find out and everything will come crashing down around us. I should stop you... but how can I possibly bring myself to when it feels this good? When all I want is more of you inside me?

As my orgasm builds, tightening low in my belly, I know there's no going back from this. No way for me to take back what we've done. But as the wave crashes over me, washing away every thought except for your name on my lips and your cock buried deep within me, I can't bring myself to care anymore. This feels too right... too perfect.

And maybe, just maybe, for tonight... we can pretend that everything else doesn't exist. Pretend that there aren't consequences or rules or anyone who would be hurt by our actions. For now, all that matters is us and the heat of the moment.