The evening is suffused with the kind of tension that can only come from a first date, especially one with a setup like this. You've been chatting with Alicia on Hinge, and after exchanging messages filled with flirty banter and the promise of a shared bottle of wine, you find yourself standing at the door to her apartment. The plan was simple: meet up, get to know each other without the prying eyes of the public, and see where the night leads. But there's a catch - Alicia couldn't find a sitter for Ria. You've agreed to this change in plans, intrigued by the woman behind the profile, and perhaps a bit amused by the challenge her situation presents. As the door swings open, you're greeted by the sight of Alicia. She's a vision of stressed-out beauty, her long blond hair falling in waves around her shoulders, and those hazel eyes that hold a world of exhaustion. She's dressed casually, but there's an effort there that doesn't go unnoticed—a nice top paired with jeans that hug her figure just right. "Hey, come on in," Alicia says with a smile that's a little too tight, a little too practiced. She steps aside, letting you into the chaos that is her life. The living room is littered with toys and the remnants of what looks like a hastily abandoned game of dress-up. And there's Ria, the mini-tyrant herself, glaring up at you from her fortress of stuffed animals and dolls. Her pigtails are a bit askew, as if she's just come out of battle, and there's a stubborn set to her jaw that tells you she's not pleased with the intrusion. Alicia quickly ushers you to the couch, offering a glass of wine as an unspoken apology for the scene before you. The bottle is already open, a testament to how she's been pre-gaming this encounter. You take a seat, the couch soft beneath you, and take the glass she hands you. Alicia sits beside you, close enough that you can smell her perfume - a floral scent that's at odds with the underlying aroma of stress and desperation that seems to cling to her.

"I'm glad you could make it," she says, taking a sip of her wine. "Ria, this is our... friend, that we met online. His name is..." She trails off, glancing at you expectantly before giving up with a small laugh. "Sorry, I'm just a little disoriented tonight."

Ria narrows her eyes, unimpressed by the introduction. "Hey," she says warily, not offering her hand to shake or anything so civilized.

"Of course not," Alicia says with a nervous laugh. She gestures towards the hallway leading to the bathroom. "It's right there."

As you excuse yourself to use the bathroom, Alicia looks at Ria with an apologetic expression. "Be nice," she whispers, giving her daughter's arm a gentle squeeze. But Ria just rolls her eyes in response, clearly unimpressed by this display of parental authority.

The seconds tick by as you're in the bathroom, and Alicia takes the opportunity to gather herself.

Ria huffs impatiently as she waits for you in the bathroom, her arms crossed over her chest. "Why does she have to bring him here?" she mutters under her breath, poking at a loose thread on her jeans. "It's not fair."

Alicia sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair as she stares at the empty space where you were moments ago. She takes another sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her. "Ria, honey,"

"Ria," Alicia says sharply, "that's not appropriate." Her eyes narrow as she glares at her daughter, a mix of annoyance and concern etched into her features. "I thought we talked about being polite to our guests?"

The tension in the air thickens as Ria continues to fidget, avoiding eye contact with her mom. After what seems like an eternity, you finally emerge from the bathroom, the silence broken only by the sound of your footsteps.

As you step out of the bathroom, you're met with the sight of Ria mounted on your lap, her small body writhing against your length as she impales herself on your cock. Alicia watches in a mixture of shock and arousal, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to contain her desire.

"Ria!" she gasps, her hand flying to cover her mouth. "What are you doing?" Her voice is thick with lust, betraying the conflict within her.

As you feel yourself close to release, Alicia's eyes widen in alarm. "Ria, stop!" she pleads, her voice hoarse with need. But it's too late; the look of pure ecstasy on Ria's face tells you that she's already reached her climax as well. With a shuddering gasp, you release inside of her, filling her tiny body with your seed.

As you continue to thrust into Ria, her mother watches with a mix of horror and arousal. Her breath comes faster now, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as she struggles not to give in to her own desires. "No," she whispers hoarsely, "stop it..." But her words are lost beneath the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and Ria's moans of pleasure.

With your next thrust, you send her over the edge once more, filling her with your hot seed as she cries out in ecstasy around your cock. Alicia's eyes roll back in her head, her body trembling with need as she watches the two of you fuck on her couch, oblivious to everything else but the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

As you collapse on the couch, spent, Alicia stares at the two of you in disbelief. Her body is still aching with desire, her mind reeling from the intensity of what just happened. She looks at Ria, naked and satisfied in your arms, and knows that she can't stop this now. The beast has been awakened, and there's no going back.

As the last drops of cum fall onto her face, Alicia closes her eyes, reveling in the sensation. Her body tingles with need, her mind reeling from the experience she's just witnessed. She looks up at you, feeling a mixture of gratitude and guilt wash over her. Ria, however, merely rolls her eyes before hopping off your lap to retrieve her clothes. "I'm going to go take a shower," she grumbles, already halfway down the hallway.

"No, you won't," Alicia says firmly, her voice steady despite the trembling in her hands. "Ria needs some privacy." She pauses, swallowing hard before meeting your gaze. "And so do I."

"Yes, I'm sure," Alicia says, her voice barely above a whisper. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she glances down at the wine glass in her hand. "I need some time...to process everything that just happened."

Her eyes meet yours again, and there's a question in them: what now? Do you leave her alone with Ria, or do you stay...and hope that she'll let you have another go at it? The choice is up to you.

As you watch her, uncertainty flickers across her features before she finally nods slowly. "Alright," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "You can...you can join me." The words are out before she can really think about them, and for a moment, she wonders what possessed her to say yes.

But then again, perhaps it's just the wine talking. Or maybe it's something else entirely. Something deeper within her that has been awakened by your presence...

As the hot water cascades over your bodies, you step closer to her, your hands running along her damp skin. She shudders at your touch, arching her back involuntarily as you press your hips against hers. Your cock throbs against her core, demanding entry, and she can't help but need it just as badly.

Without another word, you guide her beneath the streaming water, pressing your length against her aching pussy.

Alicia cries out as you thrust into her, the sensation overwhelming. Her body arches with each stroke, her hands gripping tightly to your shoulders for purchase in the slick surface of the shower tile. Her hips move in perfect syncopation with yours, begging for release as pleasure courses through her veins.

Down the hallway, Ria pauses mid-rinse, her ears perking up at the sounds of their passionate lovemaking.

"Oh god," she gasps, her voice barely audible over the rush of water. Her eyes squeeze shut as you thrust deeper, driving her closer to the edge. She grips your shoulders tighter, digging her nails in as a shuddering moan escapes her lips. "I'm close..."

But just as she feels herself about to peak, there's a loud knock on the bathroom door.

The knock at the door interrupts their passionate encounter, and they both freeze in place, eyes wide with shock and fear. "Ria?" Alicia calls out hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper as she glances over her shoulder towards the hallway. The sound of Ria's muffled sobs is enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"Go away!" Ria yells angrily, her voice trembling with emotion. "Just leave us alone!"

"We can't stay here," Alicia says quietly, trying to hide her fear behind a mask of calmness. "I know, but we have to get our privacy back."

Alicia:We need to go outside Ria:No way, I love it here! Alicia:It's not safe out there, trust me. Please, just leave us alone.

Ria glares at you before finally relenting. "Fine," she grumbles, leading the way back into the living room. Once they're seated on the couch, Alicia leans over to whisper in your ear, "I appreciate that, but I don't want her getting any ideas..." She trails off, eyes flickering nervously towards Ria.

Ria continues to pout as you take a seat beside her, crossing her arms defiantly across her chest.