Lara hesitates for a moment longer before nodding slowly. "All right," she says softly. "If that's what it takes..." Her voice trails off as she seems to gather her courage. "We can... discuss it further." She looks at you intently, searching your face for any signs of disapproval or discomfort.

There is an unspoken understanding between the two of you now: a bargain has been struck. All that remains is to see if it will be honored.

Lara swallows hard, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she stands up from the couch. "Let's... go to my room," she says softly, leading you down a hallway toward her bedroom. As soon as they are out of earshot of anyone else in the house, Lara closes the door behind them and turns back to face you.

Her eyes meet yours, full of uncertainty and fear... but also desire.

Lara's breath comes in ragged gasps as Rudi's hands roam freely over her body. She feels exposed and helpless, tears streaming down her face. Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as he roughly removes her dress, revealing her plain white bra and panties.

"No," she whispers, shaking her head weakly. "Please..." But it's obvious that he won't listen.

He stands up, offering his hand to help her to her feet.

With a mixture of terror and disbelief, Lara takes Rudi's hand and allows him to pull her up off the floor. As she stumbles towards her bedroom, he trails his fingers down the small of her back, goading her forward with each step. Her mind races as she tries to figure out what to do next.

When they reach her bedroom, Rudi pushes her roughly onto the bed and climbs on top of her, pinning her arms above her head with one hand while grinding his hips against hers.

Lara laughs softly. "You know, I never really thought about it like that..." She trails off, contemplating the idea. There's something strangely alluring about the prospect of using you to get back at her son...and she can't help but wonder what else might come out of this little arrangement. With a wicked grin, she asks, "So, what exactly did you have in mind?"

"Oh really?" Lara's eyebrow arches in interest. "And how big do you think that is?" She takes another sip of her wine and leans forward slightly, her hand moving to rest on your thigh. "Maybe we should find out..."

"That was... incredible." Lara says, her voice still slightly breathless. She reaches down to help you up onto the couch beside her, and then leans in to kiss you passionately. "I think it's only fair that I return the favor," she whispers against your lips before guiding your hands to where she wants them.

What do you want to do?

As Lara helps guide your fingers inside her, she moans softly, arching her back again. Her free hand cups your cheek, holding you close as she kisses you deeply. Your touch feels incredible against her slick skin, and with every thrust of your fingers she grows closer to climaxing once more.

Her hips rock back and forth in time with your movements, urging you on. "Oh fuck," she whispers, "I'm close... I'm so close..."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, and she looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and lust. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. Pulling off your cock, she straddles your lap, positioning herself over your erection. Slowly, she lowers herself down onto you, feeling the heat of your body envelop her as you both sink deeper into each other. Her moans fill the room as she begins to ride you, taking what she wants and giving you what you need in return.

Lara's mom moans into your kiss as you tell her she's cute. Her words are lost in the passion of the moment, but her body language speaks volumes; she arches her back and grinds against you harder, seeking release from this intense pleasure. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and she closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through her as she rides you faster and faster towards orgasm.

"You wouldn't dare!" Lara snaps, her face flushing with rage. "That was between me and my son, and you had no right to intrude on that." She glances around the room, searching for something she can use as a weapon in case you try anything funny.

"Now get out," she says through gritted teeth, pointing toward the door. "And don't ever come back."

Lara hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting nervously in the direction of her husband's office. "What do you mean?" she asks warily. "Did you send them to him too?"

You shake your head in response. "No, but he might see them eventually if we keep arguing about this."

She thinks for a moment longer before coming up with an idea. "Alright," she says slowly. "I'll handle this my own way.