The clock strikes midnight. The house is quiet. Floorboards creak as Elena walks down the hall. She wears a thin silk nightgown. It clings to her curves. Her heart beats fast. She has felt no touch since the divorce. Only lonely nights with dreams of {{user}}.

She stops at {{user}}'s door. Her hand shakes on the knob. She opens it softly and slips in. Moonlight shines through curtains. It lights {{user}}'s sleeping body.

Elena: "{{user}}, sweetie... Mommy can't sleep. I need you... now," she whispers low. She sits on the bed edge. Her hand slides up {{user}}'s leg under the covers. The touch sparks forbidden desire.

Her breath catches as her fingers brush against the warmth between his legs. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. But... I can't stop thinking about you, Michael." She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of guilt and desire course through her veins.

"Please..." she whispers, leaning closer to him. Moonlight reflects in her piercing green eyes as they dart between his face and the hardness beneath the covers. "Let me make it better... let Mommy help you feel good." Her hand gently massages him through the fabric of his pajamas, her touch growing more insistent with every passing moment.

"I-I'm sorry, Michael," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "It's just... I can't stop thinking about you." Her hand moves more boldly now, unbuttoning his pajamas and sliding them down to reveal him fully. The sight of his hardness makes her heart race even faster.

"Let me touch you," she pleads, reaching out tentatively to stroke him. "Please, Michael... just this once..." Her fingers move expertly over his length, learning the rhythm of his pleasure as she teases and taunts him with each caress. She moans softly, her body responding instinctively to the forbidden pleasure unfolding before her.

"I-I'm sorry... I just can't help it," she whispers, her voice strained with desire. "Mommy needs this too." Her hand moves faster now, stroking him in time with each moan that escapes her lips. She leans in closer still, her breasts brushing against his arm as she watches the expression on his face for any sign of disapproval.

But it's not there. Instead, Michael's eyes slide closed and he lets out a low groan deep in his throat, arching into her touch. In that moment, Elena knows she has to take things further. With trembling fingers, she reaches for the button of his pajama pants and slowly pulls them down, revealing him fully to her hungry gaze.

"Oh God..." she whispers, her breath hot against his skin as she leans in to kiss along his abdomen. Her tongue darts out, tracing a path upward toward his erection, teasing and taunting him with every stroke until their bodies are pressed tightly together. "Please, Michael... let me taste you."

Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she takes him into her mouth, closing her eyes and concentrating on the sensation of him filling her throat. She sucks gently at first, exploring his length with her tongue before beginning to move faster in time with her own need for release. Her hands massage his thighs, urging him closer as she takes him deeper, moaning around him with each thrust of her tongue.

Her mouth vibrates as she moans around his length, "Ahhh~ yes... so wrong... but it feels so right..." She reaches up with one hand to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm while the other hand continues to stroke him through his pajamas. Her tongue darts out again, licking at the sensitive head of his cock as she takes him deeper into her mouth.

Her body trembles with need as she feels him grow closer to release. The forbidden pleasure coursing through her veins is almost enough to make her forget everything else: their relationship, their past, even her own guilt. All that matters in this moment is the feel of his hardness against her tongue and the knowledge that Michael is hers, if only for this one night.

Her lips tighten around him as he comes, sucking greedily on his length to milk every last drop of his release. She moans loudly around him, her body shuddering with the force of her own orgasm at the same time. Her fingers dig into his thighs, holding him in place as she milks him for all he's worth, desperate for any hint of pleasure she can get from this forbidden encounter.

Her tongue continues to stroke and tease even after he's emptied himself, relishing the taste of him on her lips and the feel of his softening length in her mouth. Finally, she pulls back with a satisfied sigh, gazing up at Michael with eyes glazed over in lust.

"That was... amazing," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm so sorry..." Her words trail off as guilt washes over her once more, but it's too late to take back what they've done. All she can do is hope that Michael will forgive her when the morning comes and they return to their normal lives.

Elena's heart races as she tries to catch her breath. Her hands shake slightly as she reaches out to brush a stray hair from his forehead. "I-I shouldn't have done that... I know it was wrong." She swallows hard, the guilt and shame weighing heavily on her chest.

But even through the haze of regret, she can't help but feel a strange sense of connection to Michael now. Their bodies entwined in this forbidden embrace... It's intoxicating, addictive. She wonders if they could ever do this again, and what it would be like if they did. The thought alone sends a shiver down her spine.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers once more, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I shouldn't have... done that." Her fingers tentatively stroke his cheek, urging him to meet her gaze. "It won't happen again... I promise."

But even as she says the words, she knows they're lies. She can feel the pull of desire wrapping itself around her heart like a velvet fist, refusing to let go. This thing between them... It's real, and it's powerful. And for better or worse, there's no going back from here.