As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the last rays of light through the trees that lined the quiet street, Chizu approached {{user}}'s apartment building with a heavy heart. The normally bustling neighborhood now lay hushed, the day's activities giving way to the whispers of evening. She walked with purpose, her heels clicking rhythmically against the pavement as she made her way to his door. With trembling hands, she straightened her open neck blue shirt that played peekaboo with her ample cleavage, ensuring every curve was visible yet hidden just enough to leave room for imagination.* The tight pencil skirt she wore clung to her hips like a second skin, accentuating their width and making it difficult for her to take long strides without the fabric whispering against her thighs. The heat of the day had caused her to sweat slightly, and she hoped it didn't show through the material, marring the intended effect. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she reached {{user}}'s door, her mind racing with conflicting emotions—guilt for her daughter's actions, concern for the boy she considered almost family, and a selfish, burning desire for the kind of primal attention she hadn't experienced in far too long. Taking a moment to compose herself, Chizu mustered a smile and rapped her knuckles gently against the wood panel, hoping to seem composed despite the tempest of passion raging within her. The sound echoed through the hallway, and she waited with bated breath for the click of the lock and the swing of the door. When {{user}} appeared before her, his expression was a mix of surprise and wariness. He said nothing, simply standing there, allowing her space to explain her presence. Chizu stepped closer, her generous figure swaying gently with each movement. "{{user}}," she began, her voice soft yet carrying a steely determination, "I know why you're not talking to Karen. I know what happened, and I'm here to apologize." She paused, glancing down at her wedding ring before looking back up at him with a gaze full

Her breath catches slightly at the feel of his hand on her ass and she can't help but exhale shakily, releasing a quiet moan. "Th-thank you," she manages to stammer out as she turns around, giving him a sultry smile that betrays her true intentions. She takes another step closer, the heat from his body nearly overwhelming her senses. "I wanted to talk to you... about what happened."

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels a familiar flush of desire course through her veins. "Oh?" she whispers, her eyelids growing heavy as she looks up at him with wanton hunger in her eyes. "And what do you have in mind?" She reaches behind her, gently tugging at the neckline of her shirt, revealing more cleavage as it falls open, exposing even more flesh to his gaze.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his words wash over her, igniting a fire within her that she didn't know could burn so brightly anymore. She nods eagerly, her eyes half-lidded with need, and reaches up to grip the hem of her skirt, lifting it off the ground and revealing even more flesh as it slides up over her hips. "Do it," she whispers hoarsely. "Make me yours."

She leans in closer, pressing her full, soft breast against his hard chest as she waits for him to take control, for him to show her the kind of dominance and possession she's been craving. Her hips start to rock forward, seeking contact with his growing erection, needing it desperately. "Fuck me now," she moans, arching back slightly in anticipation.

As he comes closer, she parts her lips eagerly, taking more of him into her mouth with each downward stroke, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching her throat and filling her completely. Her tongue flicks out, dancing around the sensitive ridge beneath the head as she sucks hard, matching his own desire for possession and control. Her hands slide up along his thighs, cupping his balls before moving further up to squeeze his ass cheeks in encouragement. "That's it," she pants against his flesh, "take what you want."

With each spurt of hot cum that lands on her skin, she moans louder and tastes even better. Her hands clutch at him desperately as he continues to fill her with his seed, marking her as his for the taking. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, driving her further into a frenzy of need and desire that leaves nothing but pure sensation in its wake. As he finally releases her, she looks up at him with dazed eyes, panting hard as if they've been running a marathon instead of engaging in the most passionate sex either of them had experienced in years. "God, that was... incredible," she breathes hoarsely, unable to believe how good it felt just to be possessed by him. She cups her hand under his still-hard cock and gives it a gentle stroke before lifting it to her mouth once more. "Thank you for showing me what I've been missing."

Her words are breathless and raw as he pins her arms above her head and thrusts his hard length inside her with one powerful motion. The pain is replaced by a dull pleasure that spreads through every inch of her body like wildfire, making her gasp aloud at the intensity of it all. Her hips arch off the bed, trying to meet his thrusts as he takes her roughly from behind, pushing and pulling on her swollen breasts with his free hand while his other still holds hers above her head in a vice-like grip. "Oh fuck yes!" she moans, their bodies slapping together in rhythmic unison as they build towards the peak of release that seems inevitable with each passing second. Her nails scrape harmlessly against the mattress beneath her, desperate for purchase to pull herself closer still to him; needing all of his strength and power in order to satisfy this hunger that she's only just begun to understand within herself. She whispers dirty little promises into the darkness, promising to do anything he wants if only he will keep taking her like this, again and again until there is nothing left but the two of them tangled together in a mess of sweat-soaked sheets and satiated moans.

"Fuck yes!" she moans, arching her back into his touch as he works the lube deeper inside her ass. She doesn't want this to hurt; not after all they've shared tonight. "Give it to me," she whispers breathlessly, urging him on with every bit of need and desire coursing through her veins. The burn when he finally penetrates her is almost unbearable at first, but then the pressure eases as he starts to thrust slowly inside her tight, squeezing channel, stretching her in ways she didn't know were possible. Her nails scrape helplessly against the bed again, her cries filling the room as his cock pushes deeper still with each thrust, bringing her ever closer to orgasm all over again. "Oh god," she gasps, tensing beneath him as he hits a spot inside her that makes stars dance behind her eyelids and sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. "Please," she whispers, arching her back further as the pressure builds higher still within her, "don't stop." It's not what she wants; it's what her body needs to be complete, to feel fulfilled and utterly consumed by him. She wants him to fuck her until there's nothing left but a pool of sweat and her own pleasure-coated gasps echoing through the room.

Her words come out between ragged gasps as his cock continues to move inside her ass in deep, powerful thrusts that leave her mind reeling with pleasure. "He's... not a bad man..." She pauses, unable to finish the thought as another wave of intense sensation washes over her. "But you... God, you make me feel so... alive." Her fingers scrabble uselessly against the sheets beneath her, her hips bucking into his hand in an attempt to match his rhythm and find release once more. "I need..." She arches her back off the bed, shuddering as another orgasm crashes over her, "more." Her voice is raw with desire, filled with a hunger that only he can seem to satisfy. Her body quakes beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her, leaving her panting and spent but craving more than she ever has before.

Her eyes go wide at his words, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of him violating her in yet another way. "God... you're going to make me yours... aren't you?" she whispers, feeling herself grow wetter still as desire flares inside her once more. As he leans down to answer with a hungry kiss, Chizu arches into him, eager for the taste of him on her lips and the feel of his cock pushing deeper yet into her most intimate parts. She shudders underneath him as they continue their heated embrace, body trembling with the effort to contain the storm of need that threatens to consume her completely. Her nails dig into his back, urging him onward, demanding that he takes her apart piece by piece and put her back together again in a new image; one that belongs only to him. "Please..." she whispers brokenly against his lips, "make me yours... totally."

Her body arches off the bed as she feels him push deeper inside, stretching and filling her in ways she never thought possible. Her fingernails dig into his back, drawing tiny beads of blood as he pins her down, claiming her fully with each brutal thrust. The pleasure is blinding, all-consuming; a wildfire that sweeps through every fiber of her being and leaves nothing but ash in its wake. "Oh God yes," she moans, the taste of his skin on her tongue as their lips brush together again and again in a heated exchange of passion and desire. "I'm yours..." Her hips rock upward in time with each forceful thrust, begging for more of him; needing it to sate the insatiable hunger that has taken root deep within her soul."Please," she gasps as her climax builds once more, the pleasure spiraling out of control. "Don't stop..." She arches back further, tensing beneath him as her body shudders with release; as the pressure inside her finally breaks and she surrenders completely to the power that is Erc's possession over her.

With each agonizingly slow thrust, she feels the last vestiges of control slip from her grasp as Erc's dominance takes hold once more. Her mouth opens and closes, searching for words to appease him as he fills her with pleasure so intense it burns like fire beneath her skin. She can barely speak, let alone form coherent thoughts when all that matters is the feel of his body against hers and the weight of his cock driving deeper still inside her. "It's... so good..." she gasps, her voice barely audible above the sound of their panting and slapping flesh. "My... daughter didn't... know." She arches into him, trembling as another orgasm builds relentlessly in her core, threatening to consume her whole. Her eyes meet his, pleading for understanding and acceptance even as she surrenders completely to the primal desires he has awakened within her. "Please..." she whispers, her voice a breathless moan of need and desire that echoes through the room like a prayer spoken aloud. "Don't stop."

"Yes," she gasps, her body arching off the bed as he finally releases his hold on her, sending pleasure washing over her in waves so intense they threaten to drown her completely. "I needed... I wanted..." Her words are ragged and broken, the only sound besides their labored breaths as she clings to him desperately, wrapping her legs around his waist and urging him deeper still with every thrust. Her nails scratch against his shoulders and upper back as he continues to fill her, possessing her in a way that is both painful and exquisitely satisfying. The pleasure is unending, an ocean of sensation that sweeps her away on waves of ecstasy, leaving nothing but the raw, animal need for more beneath the surface. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely against his neck, her voice little more than a pleading moan as he pounds into her relentlessly. "Please don't ever stop..."

Her breath comes in harsh gasps as the last echoes of pleasure leave her body, replaced by an ache that speaks of desire not yet fulfilled. Her legs fall to the sides as he pulls away, his cum leaking out of her and trailing down her thighs. She nods numbly, tears welling in her eyes as she tries to speak around the lump forming in her throat. "I... I will," she whispers hoarsely. "I promise." Her voice cracks on the final word, betraying the turmoil of emotions inside her; the guilt and shame at what they've done, but also the knowledge that what Erc gave her tonight was more than just pleasure - it was a taste of freedom, of being truly wanted and desired. As she crawls off the bed to retrieve her clothes, Chizu realizes with a start that she doesn't want this night to end; that in some strange, twisted way, she wants him to keep taking her like this for as long as he desires... even if it means losing her daughter forever.

Chills run down her spine at his words; the thought of sending this recording to him, detailing every intimate moment they've shared and revealing just how badly she wanted it... It fills her with a mixture of shame and arousal that leaves her breathless. "I... I understand," she whispers hoarsely, looking anywhere but at him as she fumbles with her clothes, desperate to get away from the bed and out of this room before she changes her mind and begs for more. "You'll have it tomorrow," she manages to choke out before forcing herself to leave the room. The sound of her heels clicking on the floor echo through the hallway as she hurries towards the exit, tears streaking down her cheeks.

Chizu sniffs, wiping roughly at her face with the back of her hand as she shuts the door behind her and locks it carefully. The last thing she needs is for Rei to overhear whatever filth she'll be telling her soon enough. "I... had an accident today," she says slowly, debating whether or not to come clean about everything right now. Her body still tingles from where Erc touched her, and the memory of his possession is enough to make her heart race with desire all over again. "But... I need to tell you something important." She swallows hard, forcing herself to look Rei in the eye as she continues. "Your Ex-boyfriend... he's not a bad man, sweetheart. But..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words; struggles to even admit what it is she needs to say.

Rei frowns, concern etched into her features. "But what? Mother, please tell me what happened."

"Oh God... I... I don't even know what to say..." Rei stammers, her cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment as she struggles to process the confession. Tears begin to stream down her face, mixing with the shock and betrayal written plainly across her features. "How could you? After everything I've done for you..."

"I just needed...," Chizu whispers, looking away guiltily. "It was so good..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought as images of Erc's body pressed against hers flood her mind once more, overwhelming any semblance of reason or propriety she might have left.

Rei jumps up from the table and stomps towards Chizu, pointing an accusatory finger at her chest. "You selfish bitch! You had your fun and now you just want to go back to being my mom? Is that it?" Her voice cracks on the last word as more tears spill down her cheeks.

"And he's going to keep using you until your nothing but a cum dump! Do you understand? He'll use you up and throw you away when he's done with your ugly, useless body!" Rei shrieks, hands balled into fists at her sides. "I hope you're happy now! You got what you wanted and it cost me everything!" With that, she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoes through the house like a gunshot.

Chizu sinks back into her chair, feeling drained and empty once more as the last bits of pleasure drain away, leaving nothing but guilt and shame in their wake. She stares unseeing at the closed door for several long moments before finally bringing her phone up, opening the recording app with a shaking hand. The memory Erc demanded flashes across the screen; every intimate moan, every heated touch, and every violation of her body echoed in the silence that now fills the room.

Swallowing thickly, she begins to play it back, reliving every moment as if for the first time... and knowing that she'll have to watch it again and again until she can finally be free from this terrible need that has taken hold of her heart.