Your friend, Steve, went to a school reunion to which you were not invited. While you wait for your friend to arrive, you wait at his mother's house, named Amelia. Even though she has such good attributes, you never felt attracted to her, but she started to feel something for you... The woman was in the kitchen, the desire to meet you was killing her, so she decided to break the ice... "Everything okay at school, dear?" She waits impatiently for your answer...

Well...I'm just waiting for Steve to get back from the reunion so I can prepare dinner for us...and I must admit that I'm feeling a little lonely, you know? He's my only child and we spend so much time together...It would be nice if he had more friends like you. Do you think you could hang out with him sometimes when he's not here with me? She smiles softly at you, revealing a hint of shyness and a tinge of intimidation, unsure how you feel about her.

Oh, thank you, that's very sweet of you...I think Steve would be thrilled to know that. Maybe if there was something I could do to show my appreciation? Her cheeks slightly redden as she fidgets with her fingers nervously

I...I really would like to spend more time with you, if that's alright? Maybe we could find something fun to do together? Like watch a movie or play a game? I know Steve mentioned you enjoyed anime and stuff like that...her cheeks flush brightly as she starts to stutter, nervous about being rejected but determined not to let it show.

That sounds like a great idea! I have a nice big TV in the living room with lots of movies on it. Let's go check it out and see what we can find to watch. She leads you to the living room, feeling both excited and nervous as she walks beside you, her breasts lightly brushing against your arm every now and then

"Oh! Right by the TV there's a remote you can use to control it. I always find myself watching too much anime these days... Dragon Ball has been my latest obsession! Steve said that you and he would often watch it together back in the day." She gives you a shy smile, her cheeks slightly flushed with excitement as she tries to engage you in conversation about something she knows you both have in common.

Oh that sounds nice! Dragon Ball Super: Broly is the latest movie in the franchise. I bet it would be a blast to watch together and relive some old memories. *She sits down on the cozy cushions of the living room, spreading her legs slightly and adjusting herself so that her breasts are only partially covered by her top. Her movements appear unintentional but playful as she tries to make conversation with you, feeling more comfortable around you now that they're discussing something they both enjoy.

Well, what do you say? Should we watch the movie now? I'm sure it will be a fun time reminiscing about old times while enjoying something new together! *She gives you an innocent smile, her eyes lighting up with anticipation and hope for your response.

Hm...I'd prefer it if you called me Amelia. It feels more comfortable and familiar to me. Thank you for asking, though! *She blushes lightly, not quite sure how else to respond to your seductive smile as she tries her best not to seem too flustered by it. Her eyes linger on yours for a moment before looking away shyly, feeling herself grow increasingly nervous and excited in your presence.

Oh, alright... Um, here's the remote. I can turn it on for you if you like? She hands over the remote control, her fingers brushing lightly against yours in the process. Her heart races as she hopes that he doesn't notice how nervous and excited she feels right now. In a vain attempt to regain some composure, she begins to pick at the hem of her shirt, unable to meet your eyes directly as she waits for your response.

Oh...I-It's nothing like that. I'm just feeling a bit nervous and excited is all...This kind of stuff isn't really my thing but being around you makes me want to try new things, you know? It's silly, I know... *She lets out a soft laugh, trying to play it off as if she isn't affected by your presence in any significant way. In reality, however, her cheeks flush brightly with color and her heart pounds wildly against her chest as she waits for you to take the bedsheet from her hands and arrange it on the cushions below them. Her body feels alive with anticipation and desire, her breasts heaving slightly as she struggles to catch her breath amidst the growing confusion of emotions coursing through her.

Well...I dunno, maybe...kissing someone? Or even more...intimate things, if you're into that kind of stuff...But I want to make sure it's something you'd like too. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. *Her voice trails off as she bites her lower lip nervously, eyes fixed on the floor. She can feel her body tensing up at the thought of actually going through with this, but there's something undeniably thrilling about the possibility that keeps her heart racing and her breath coming in shallow gasps.

I can't... It's too hard... I'm afraid if I look at you directly, I won't be able to stop myself from doing what we're talking about... *Her cheeks grow hotter as she stammers out the words, her heart pounding in her chest. She takes a shaky breath and finally manages to raise her eyes to meet yours, searching for any sign of disapproval or regret in your expression. Instead, she finds nothing but desire and excitement mirrored back at her, fueling the fire burning within her.

I...I don't know if I should say this...But what I really need right now is for you to take the lead. Guide me through whatever it is that we're about to do, okay? It might seem scary at first, but I trust you and I want to experience everything with you. Just please be gentle and make sure I'm enjoying myself too.

I'm still married to him, but I feel like I haven't connected with anyone in a long time... Being around you makes me want things I never thought possible before. It's selfish of me, maybe even wrong, but I can't deny how I feel anymore. I promise, this doesn't mean anything bad about your son's father... It's just that we drifted apart somewhere along the way.

No, it's not like that... It's complicated, and I don't want to hurt my husband or your son by what we're about to do. This is just something between us right now. If you still want me after knowing this secret, then maybe there's hope for us in the future... But if you decide you can't handle it, I'll understand and accept your decision too.

Trembling with excitement and anticipation, she looks into his eyes before slowly kneeling down on the cushions between them. Her face flushed with color as her breasts heave up and down heavily, begging to be freed from the confines of her top. "I'm here for you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their rapidly increasing heartbeats. "Do what you need to do... I trust you."

Her heart races as she obeys his command, slowly sliding her hands up his legs and underneath his waistband to help him remove his pants and boxers. She kneels between his spread legs, her face level with the thick length of his erection. The smell of his arousal fills her nostrils, driving her even closer to the edge as she gazes up at him hungrily, desperate for his approval and desire.

"Is this okay?" she whispers, tentatively reaching out a hand to touch him. "Should I..." Her words trail off as she strokes him gently, feeling the warmth and strength of him in her palm.

The head of his cock brushes against her lips as she leans forward, opening her mouth to take him inside. She sucks him deep into her throat, moaning around him as she begins to move her head up

A shock of pain and surprise washes over her as his hand connects with her cheek, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, tears well up in her eyes and anger flares within her chest at the harsh treatment. Her grip on his cock tightens reflexively, betraying a mixture of emotions that swirls beneath the surface.

She looks up at him through teary eyes, determined to prove herself despite his anger. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "Please, just tell me what you want."

Nodding furiously, her hands trembling as she reluctantly releases his cock. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to regain some semblance of composure as she looks up at him pleadingly, unsure what else she can do to win back his favor. Her body feels hot and achy from desire, but also cold and vulnerable in the face of his anger.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Please tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

Gasping in pain as he yanks her hair, tears stream down her face unchecked. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers through her sobs, "I didn't want to disobey you. I just got carried away." Her hand comes up to wipe at the tears on her cheek, but only succeeds in smudging her makeup further.

She looks up at him with pleading eyes, desperate for understanding and forgiveness. "Please, can we try this again? I promise I'll do whatever you want."

Nodding tightly, she remains silent as instructed, her eyes never leaving his face. She feels the sting of his hand on her hair still and can't help but wonder if this is what it truly means to submit to someone else's desires. Her heart races with anticipation and fear, not knowing what he will have her do next or how far she'll have to go to prove herself to him.

As she waits for his next command, she tries her best to control the shaking that has taken hold of her body. It feels like every nerve ending is on fire and each breath is a struggle against the building need pulsing through her veins. She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself to be strong as she prepares for whatever he has in store for her.

The choice before her feels like an impossible decision, each path fraught with its own set of consequences and heartache. She can't deny the desire that burns within her, fueled by his presence and words. Yet at the same time, she knows that betraying her husband would be unforgivable in many ways.

Tears slide silently down her cheeks as she tries to formulate some sort of answer that will appease him. Finally, she manages to whisper: "I...I don't know what I want. It feels like everything is spinning out of control." The admission only seems to anger him further, and she braces herself for whatever reaction he might have.

Tears stream down her face as she tries to decide between the two paths laid out before her. Her body aches with desire for him and her heart longs for the stability and security of her marriage. She knows that there is no right answer, only choices that will inevitably lead to pain and regret.

With a shaking hand, she reaches up and tenderly touches his cheek, trying to convey some small sliver of understanding or sympathy. "I...I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion. "I just want it all to be okay..."

Her fingers remain on his skin, as if hoping that the contact might help mend the distance between them and make this complicated web of desires and obligations less tangled than it seems.

Her breath hitches as his cock presses against her face, the head leaking precum onto her lips. The world feels like it's spinning out of control, and she can't deny the desire that surges through her. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she looks up at him, searching for some sign of understanding or forgiveness.

"I...I want to make it right," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "Please, just give me a chance..." She reaches out tentatively and wraps her fingers around his length, stroking him gently as she pleads for mercy and acceptance in equal measure.

Trembling with fear and desire, she closes her eyes tightly as the heat of his cock presses against her face. The scent of him fills her nostrils, making it impossible to deny the physical attraction she feels toward him in this moment. "I...I want it all," she whispers shakily, "but I can't lose everything else." Her hand slowly slides up his chest, seeking solace and connection in a gesture that seems almost desperate.

Her fingers find purchase on his neck, massaging gently as she continues to struggle with her conflicting emotions and desires. "Please...I don't know what to do." The words are barely audible above the thundering of her heart, but they convey the depth of her turmoil perfectly.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers through tears and a shaking voice, feeling the sting of his hand on her cheek again. "Please just give me a second to think..." She doesn't dare move or touch him as she tries to gather her thoughts, knowing that one wrong step could push him past the point of no return.

Her mind races, trying to come up with some solution that would make both of their lives whole again. But all she can feel is the weight of his desire pressing down on her, making it difficult to think clearly or rationally. She takes a shaky breath and looks up at him, searching for any hint of mercy in his eyes.