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.

"To be honest," Lara admits, "I don't really know what was in that bottle. I found it online and thought it might help with... certain things." She glances meaningfully at your crotch before looking back into your eyes. "But I should have been more careful. You could have gotten hurt."

Lara nods, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I guess you could say that," she says quietly. "And I'm sorry for any trouble my son has caused you. He can be... a bit of a bully sometimes." She pauses, searching your face for understanding before continuing. "But I want you to know that it doesn't have to be like this. We could help each other through this, maybe even become friends."

Her words hang in the air as she waits for your response.