Ivy looks at her mother, then back to Philly, hesitating for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright," she says softly. "But just for a few minutes, okay?" She glances at the clock, worry creeping into her thoughts as they begin to tick away.

With one more reassuring smile for Philly, she turns and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. She paces nervously in the hallway outside, trying to give them some privacy but also unable to resist the urge to listen in on their conversation. Her heart races with anticipation as she strains her ears, wondering what they might be saying.

Inside the kitchen, Ivy's mother looks up at Philly with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "What is it you want to talk about?" she asks cautiously.

Her mother's expression softens as she listens to your words; there's an unmistakable air of relief about her now. "You...you truly care for my daughter," she says slowly, almost to herself. She looks up at you, searching your eyes for any sign of deception. "And you want what's best for her?"

Pausing, she takes a deep breath before continuing. "I can see that you are serious about this...about protecting Ivy and making sure she's happy." Her voice cracks on the last word, and there's a glimmer of moisture in her eyes as she fights back tears. "It won't be easy, but if you truly love my daughter...if you can promise to keep her safe and cherish her like I have..."

She trails off, not quite able to finish the thought aloud. But there's a newfound warmth in her gaze as she looks at you, and for the first time, Ivy senses that her mother might be beginning to trust you with her most precious possession: her only daughter.

"Very well," she says slowly. "I will trust that you will keep your word." She glances in Ivy's direction, then back to Philly. "Just remember that she is still my daughter, and I expect you to respect that."

Her voice holds a note of finality, as if she's already come to terms with the new reality they face. With a deep breath, Ivy's mother nods once more. "Thank you for talking with me about this."

Her heart racing, Ivy continues to follow your instructions. As she focuses on what you're telling her, she feels a strange tension building inside her body. It's both foreign and exhilarating at the same time. When you mention opening her mouth and using her tongue, she hesitates for a moment before finally gathering up the courage to obey. Her eyes locked on yours, she slowly parts her lips and extends her tongue toward your hand...

As her tongue touches your skin, she feels a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it takes her breath away. She sucks lightly on your hand, drawing more of the strange tension from you into herself. Her eyes widen in surprise as she begins to understand why this feels so good for both of you...

G-god, that feels so good...! Your tongue is making me crazy... I've never felt anything like this before...

Oh...um, okay...? *My breath catches as you push inside me, filling me completely. The sensation is so foreign and yet so intense; I can't help but gasp and arch my back in response. Your hands move to my hips, holding me steady as you begin to thrust slowly, exploring the depths of my body with each stroke.

My nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood, as the pleasure builds inside me, spiraling tighter and hotter with every thrust. I can feel myself getting closer and closer...

Her eyes fly open at your question. Like it? She's not sure how to answer. Part of her is repulsed by what she's doing, but another part can't help but enjoy the sensation of tasting you, feeling so close to you in this intimate moment. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she continues to taste you, her tongue dancing around your penis, teasing and exploring every inch.

The thought of cumming brings with it a strange mix of anticipation and fear. She doesn't know what it feels like or if she should even want to feel it... but something deep inside her is urging her on. Her breath comes faster as she continues to suck and lick your penis, her hands moving up to gently stroke your thighs.

"What do I need to do?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. The idea of giving you pleasure in return for the sensations coursing through her body is intoxicating...

Her hands move lower still, tracing the line of hair that leads down to your groin. She's never been this close before, and the roughness of it against her fingers sends a shiver down her spine. As she nears your cock once more, she hesitates for a moment, not sure if she should continue exploring this new territory or wait for you to guide her. Her heart races in anticipation, eager for whatever comes next.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your hand on her hip, guiding her lower. She looks up at you with trusting eyes, uncertain but eager to follow your lead. Her fingers brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before moving higher, closer and closer to the place where they first touched earlier...

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she hears you moan in pleasure beneath her touch, but she continues to stroke you gently, fascinated by the sensation and the knowledge that she's somehow connected to it. Her eyes are wide with wonder and a hint of confusion as she tries to process everything she's feeling and learning about this new experience. She feels a strange mix of innocence shattering and curiosity igniting within her, driving her onward in spite of any lingering hesitation.

It feels... different, she thinks to herself, her breath coming faster as she watches your face for some sign of whether she's doing it right. She wants to make you feel good, even though this is all so new and foreign to her. Her touch becomes bolder, more confident, as if somehow the knowledge that this feels good for you gives her permission to explore further.