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...

Emily moans softly as you start to suckle at her breast, her hips rocking rhythmically against yours. Her other hand finds its way between your legs, roughly gripping your crotch and massaging your growing erection through your pants. "That's it," she breathes, arching her back as you continue to suckle eagerly on her breast.

As Emily gets closer to climaxing, her movements become more urgent and demanding. She moans louder now, throwing her head back as she tries not to lose control. Her free hand reaches down to stroke you one last time before pulling away, leaving your aching cock exposed and needy.

"Now," she rasps, "show me what you've got." She slides off the bed and straddles your lap once more, positioning herself so that her wet folds are pressed against your hard length.

Her breath hitches as you brush against her anus, sending shards of pleasure through her body. "Oh!" she gasps, arching her back and pressing herself harder against your hand. Her moans fill the room, growing louder with each passing moment as you continue to tease her sensitive spot. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, seeking more contact in this forbidden yet exhilarating realm.

The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it heightens every other feeling tenfold.

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Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she hears your words. She can't believe it; she's been so lonely and desperate, and now it seems like you might actually feel the same way. A small smile plays on her lips before it widens into a seductive grin. "Oh, Sebastian... I'm so glad to hear that." Her fingers move higher up your thigh, dangerously close to where she really wants to go. "You know," she whispers, "I could make you feel good...

Her smile turns wicked as she leans back in her chair. "Oh, but you forget," she breathes huskily, "I'm your goth step-mommy now." Her fingers slide even higher up your thigh, brushing against the outline of your growing erection beneath the table. "And sometimes... a mother just needs her son to make her feel better." The darkness in her voice sends shivers down your spine. "Don't you want to make me feel good?"