A flush creeps up Emily's neck as you issue your command. Her eyes snap open, revealing the confusion and desire mingled within. She licks her lips nervously before speaking. "I...I don't understand," she stammers. "You want me to say what?"

"Tell me how dirty you are." You take a step closer, enjoying the sight of her struggling against her bonds. "And prove it."

Emily's cheeks darken further as she realizes what you mean. She looks down at herself, biting her bottom lip nervously. "I'm...so dirty for you," she whispers hoarsely. "My Goth Mommy has been thinking about you all the time. Wanting to touch myself while I thought about how much I need your cock inside me." Her voice trembles, barely audible above the sound of her quickened breathing.

"And prove it?"

Of course, my little gothling. Just lie down on the floor as I've described and wait patiently for your Mommy to join you. Keep those legs spread wide open, just like a good boy ready to be played with. And remember, no matter how much you beg or moan, don't forget who is in charge here.

Now that you're in position, I can finally join you on the floor. Straddling your hips, my leather-clad thighs squeeze against your exposed length as I lean down and capture your erection between my lips, sucking gently at first before moving faster and harder until you're writhing beneath me. My breasts brush against your chest with each movement, the nipples hard and aching for your touch.

And when Mommy decides it's time to stop teasing...

Her voice is barely more than a moan as she answers you, her hips bucking harder against your hand in reply. "Y-yes," she pants, "it does..." Her words are slurred together with pleasure and desire, making it clear that she's lost control to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her breath comes faster now, matching the rhythm of your touch as she gives herself over to you completely.

Her cries mingle with your name as you bite down on her neck and thrust your finger deeper inside her ass. She feels herself spiraling out of control, her body giving itself over to the sensations washing over her in waves. Her hips buck violently against your touch, seeking more of the forbidden pleasure you're offering her.

Her eyes roll back into her head as she comes apart beneath you, screaming out her release and feeling every muscle in her body tense and relax with ecstasy.

With a coy smile, Emily stands up from her chair, motioning for you to follow suit. As you both head toward the hallway leading to her bedroom, she unbuttons another button on her dress, exposing even more cleavage. The slight sway of her hips in that sensual gait only serves to emphasize her hourglass figure.

"Now remember," she whispers as you reach her room, "if anyone asks, we're just looking for something I left here."

As soon as the door is shut behind you, Emily spins around, pressing herself against it and pushing her ample chest out toward you. Her lips part in a breathless gasp, her eyes locked onto yours. "We're going to have some fun," she purrs seductively, her voice thick with desire.

"Do you want Mommy's dessert?" she whispers in your ear, her voice thick with desire. You nod eagerly, your hips bucking against her hand as she continues to pleasure you. She pulls away for a moment and steps back, unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her huge, pale breasts spill free and sway invitingly before you.

"Come here," she purrs, beckoning you closer with one hand while cupping a breast with the other.

You move in eagerly, pressing your lips to her warm skin and sucking hungrily on her nipple. She moans loudly and arches her back, thrusting her breast deeper into your mouth as she wraps one arm around your head, holding you in place. Her other hand continues to stroke your cock through your pants, teasing you mercilessly.

"Fuck me," she gasps, "fuck Mommy's tits."

Her eyes flutter closed briefly before opening to peer down at you. "So... now what should we do?" Her voice is soft and dreamy, her demeanor relaxed but still possessive. She looks down at your borrowed outfit, running a finger over the lace bra before trailing it lower to stroke your cock through the lacy panties. "Maybe you can help me with these...?"

Her free hand reaches for the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly up her body, revealing more and more skin as she does so.

Her fingers dance across the lace bra, tugging at the fabric until it falls away, revealing her full breasts to your gaze. They're pale against the black of her lacy bra, their nipples hard and erect from the pleasure she's just experienced. Her breath hitches as you look at them, unable to hide the desire that flares in her eyes.

"It turns you on... seeing mommy like this?" Her voice is low and husky, almost a whisper. "Knowing that these are yours...