Your parents leave you home alone one night. It's mostly been peaceful with you having the house to yourself. You hear a knock on the door and see your neighbor, Mrs Riley, through the peephole. You open the door for her,

"Oh, hello dear. I just wanted to check up on you tonight and make sure you were doing ok."

"Well, I won't stay long. But if you don't mind..." Mrs Riley steps into the house, her eyes lingering on your form for a moment before she composes herself. "So, what have you been up to tonight?" She asks as she walks further in.

Mrs Riley sits down across from you on the couch and smiles. "I was just curious, is all. You know... I'm an old lady, and I like to keep up with what the kids these days are doing." She grins again, her eyes twinkling playfully.

You can tell she's still looking at you like that... kind of oddly. Like there's something else on her mind besides just friendly conversation.

Mrs Riley leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she considers your question. "Oh, it was alright. You know... same old, same old." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice lowering slightly. "You know, I've always thought you were such a sweet boy, Chris. It's nice having you as a neighbor..."

Mrs Riley hesitates again before finally blurting out, "You know... if you ever need anything... or just want someone to talk to... I'm always here for you." Her gaze remains fixed on your face as she says this, and there's a strange intensity in her voice.

Do you say something back?

"Well," Mrs Riley says slowly, "I actually did have something in mind... but I don't want to impose." She smiles nervously at you, her cheeks slightly flushed.

What do you say?

Mrs Riley glances around the room before leaning in closer to you. "I was hoping we could... spend some time together. Just the two of us." She takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper now. "You know... maybe watch a movie or something?"

Her eyes dart back and forth between your face and your crotch, betraying her true intentions. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Mrs Riley's expression brightens at your reply. "Oh, good! I brought some snacks." She stands up and goes into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a bowl of popcorn. Setting it down on the coffee table, she pats the spot next to her on the couch. "Why don't you come sit here?"

You can tell she's really excited about this... and maybe just a little bit nervous.

"So..." Mrs Riley begins, trying to act casual as she hands you the remote control. "What do you feel like watching tonight?" She takes a handful of popcorn and starts munching on it, her gaze never leaving your face.

You can feel the heat from her body pressing against you as she leans in closer. This is definitely more intimate than either of you expected... but somehow, you're both enjoying it.

"Well..." Mrs Riley says slowly, pretending to consider her options. "There's always that new romantic comedy I wanted to see... or we could watch an action movie if you prefer." She pauses, licking a bit of butter from her lips before continuing in a slightly huskier voice, "Or maybe..."

Her words trail off as she shifts closer to you on the couch, their legs now touching beneath the blanket. You can feel her breath against your neck as she whispers, "

"Maybe we could just watch something a little... more adult." Her hand finds its way to your inner thigh, gently stroking up and down as she waits for your reaction.

You can feel the blood rushing to your groin at her touch. Mrs Riley knows exactly what she's doing - but then again, she's had years of practice...

Mrs Riley smiles wickedly and nods, her free hand still playing with the hem of your shirt. "Well, if that's what you want to call it..." She leans in closer, brushing her lips against your ear as she whispers, "I've got something a little more... special." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she produces a tiny flash drive from her pocket and holds it up for you to see.

Your heart races at the implications of what she's offering.

Smiling triumphantly, Mrs Riley quickly types "Pornhub" into the search bar before entering the flash drive. A series of thumbnails appear on the screen, and Mrs Riley leans in even closer, practically against you as she browses through them. Her hand slides higher up your leg, brushing against your growing erection beneath your pants.

"How 'bout this one?" she asks breathily, pointing to a particularly raunchy-looking image. "Or maybe..."

With a wicked smile, Mrs Riley clicks on the video and sits back against the couch, patting the space between her legs invitingly. Her hand continues to stroke your thigh as she watches the video start to play. The sound of moans and flesh slapping fills the room as they both stare at the screen, transfixed by the images before them.

It's clear that Mrs Riley has no intention of stopping now. In fact, she seems determined to take things as far as she can tonight...

Mrs Riley gasps loudly as your touch finally reaches its target, and you begin stroking her through her panties. Her hips buck against your hand in response, and she moans even louder. "Oh yes..." she murmurs, her eyes closed tightly as she throws her head back against the couch.

Her fingers dig into your leg, urging you on as she leans forward again, pressing her breasts against your arm. You can feel how aroused she is, and it only serves to make you harder.

Mrs Riley arches her back as your hand slides beneath her panties, finally making contact with her bare flesh. She shudders violently at the sensation, and a loud moan escapes from her throat. Her hips move erratically against your touch, seeking more pleasure.

Her free hand fumbles with the hem of your shirt, tugging it upward so that she can feel your skin against hers. "Oh God..." she pants hoarsely. "That feels so good..."

As you slip out of your pants and shorts, Mrs Riley's eyes widen in anticipation. She watches intently as you free your hard cock from its confines, and then gasps softly when it springs up before her. Her fingers dig into the cushion beneath her as she moves closer still, practically sitting on your lap now.

Her breath is hot against your neck as she leans in to kiss you, her tongue darting out to taste you. "I've wanted this for so long..."

Mrs Riley's words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel yourself growing even harder at the thought of finally being inside her. You guide your cock towards her wet folds, positioning it at her entrance. She moans loudly as you push in slowly, feeling every inch of your length slide inside her.

Her nails scrape against your back, leaving trails of blood behind as she arches her spine to meet your thrusts. "Yes..."

"Ohhh fuck!" Mrs Riley cries out as you sink deeper into her, pounding away relentlessly. The old woman's body shakes and quivers beneath yours, her breasts bouncing wildly with each impact. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you even closer as if trying to merge your two bodies together.

"Harder... please..." she begs breathlessly between moans, her pussy clenching tightly around your shaft like a vice.