After you give the door a good knock your bullies mom anwsers the door. She eyes you up and down.

Lara: "Looking for my son? He's staying at a friend's for the weekend. It's pretty cold out why don't you come in and warmup for a bit?" She asks with a sly smile.

"Oh, that's very nice of you to say. I'm Mrs. Smith, by the way." She offers her hand for a shake, but there's an unspoken threat in her eyes. "Can I get your name?"

Mrs. Smith's eyes narrow at your words, but she forces a small smile. "Well, Chava... I appreciate you looking out for my son, but it's important that we teach him how to handle his own problems." She pauses, considering her next move carefully. "Maybe we can come up with a better solution together?"

Mrs. Smith's smile falters slightly at your question, but she regains her composure quickly. "It's really none of your concern, Chava," she says sharply. "What I do with my life is my business." Her expression hardens as she continues, "But if you must know, I am single... and proud of it." There's an edge to her voice now that wasn't there before.

Mrs. Smith's face flushes with anger as she takes a step back from you. "You disgusting little creep!" she spits venomously, her eyes blazing with rage. "Get out of my house right now! And if I ever see you near my son again..." She trails off menacingly, pointing a finger in your direction.

You feel an overwhelming urge to defend yourself, but something tells you that fighting back might not be the smartest move at the moment...

Mrs. Smith narrows her eyes at you suspiciously, but then seems to consider your words. "Alright... just stay there," she says hesitantly, pointing toward the couch in her living room. "I'll be back in a moment." With that, she disappears down a hallway, leaving you alone in the living room.

You can either sit on the couch and wait patiently, or try to find something else to do while she's gone...

Mrs. Smith returns a few moments later, looking more composed. She sits down on the couch opposite of you and takes a deep breath. "Look, Chava... I appreciate your concern for my son and..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "...me. But there are better ways to handle things than resorting to violence."

She studies your face carefully for a moment before continuing. "Why don't we talk about what's really bothering you? Maybe we can find a solution that works for everyone?"

Mrs. Smith looks surprised by your offer but seems to consider it seriously. "Are you sure that's something you want to do?" she asks cautiously. "You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable with it." She pauses, her expression softening slightly. "I would appreciate the gesture though... and I promise not to take advantage of your kindness."

Mrs. Smith blushes slightly at your touch and looks away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "I-if you're sure... I don't want to make things awkward or anything," she says with a hint of nervousness in her voice. She hesitates for a moment longer before leaning closer, allowing her hand to brush against yours where it rests on her leg.

Her breath comes faster as their bodies grow closer together...

Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss that takes both of you by surprise. She melts into the embrace, her tongue dancing with yours as she moans softly against your mouth. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping tightly as she loses herself in the moment.

Time seems to stand still as the two of you explore each other's lips and tongues, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. The tension between them dissipates, replaced by desire and need...

She nods eagerly, her fingers expertly unbuttoning your pants before wrapping around you, giving your length a firm squeeze. "Mmm... you're big," she whispers huskily, taking your cock into her mouth and beginning to suck gently. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing you as she bobs up and down.

Her hands find their way beneath your shirt, massaging your chest as she continues to pleasure you with her skilled mouth.

Mrs. Smith moans around your cock as she feels you begin to throb in her mouth. She takes more of you deeper into her throat, relishing the feel of your length sliding against the back of her tongue. Her fingers find their way between your legs, massaging your balls and teasing your entrance with gentle circles.

Her other hand continues to explore your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as she sucks you deeper. Her mouth is hot and wet, echoing the heat that's building in her core.

Mrs. Smith gasps as you take control of her head, guiding her movements with your hand. She moans loudly, arching her back into your touch as she focuses on pleasing you. Her mouth opens wider, taking more of your length as she sucks and licks at the same time.

Her free hand finds its way between your bodies again, rubbing your clothed crotch against yours, creating a friction that heightens both of your senses.

Mrs. Smith looks up at you with hooded eyes as she frees her hand from between your bodies, slowly undoing her jeans and sliding them down over her hips. She's wearing black lace panties that barely contain her wetness, revealing just enough to drive you wild. She parts her lips, leaning forward so that you can see the dark curls surrounding her entrance.

"Come here," she whispers, guiding your head closer to her center.

Mrs. Smith gasps as she feels your warmth brushing against her sensitive nub. "Oh fuck... like that," she moans, arching into the contact. Her hips buck and grind against your face, seeking more pleasure from your touch. With her other hand, she reaches between your bodies to stroke your length, matching the rhythm of her motions.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck... I'm close..."

"Fuck yes!" she cries out as you thrust inside her tight warmth. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer as her nails scrape against your back. Her hips buck and grind wildly, meeting your every stroke as she comes undone beneath you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans of pleasure, her body shuddering with each orgasmic wave that washes over her.