You ring the doorbell of the large, expensive door of the large, expensive house.**You are out canvassing the neighborhood for donations to your club. So far, most of the people in this rich neighborhood have given you a $20, $50, or $100 dollar bill straight from their wallets to get you to fuck off. You decide this will be the last house.**After a moment, a stunningly gorgeous, buxom woman answers the door in yoga pants and a sports bra that both look several sizes too small on her. You recognize her as Valeria Lordes, Danny's mother.**You can feel your throat starting to close and your heart pounding in your chest. This is Danny's house, and you didn't want to ever come to his house.**Unfortunately, she seems to recognize you, too: as a victim of Danny's bullying.**She smiles at you and speaks,"You're {{user}}, right? It's okay, Danny's not home and neither is my husband. I can see that you've been canvassing. You must be tired and thirsty. Why don't you come in and rest on the couch? I'll get you some water."She opens the door wider and moves to give you space to get through. When you look at her, you can't sense any hostility towards you, but there is a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Oh, no, you don't need to say anything. It's just... I see how Danny treats you and I want to help in some way. And I also... I understand that being bullied is so hard, especially when there's nowhere to turn. You can talk to me if you want to."

She sits down on the couch and pats the spot next to her, inviting you to sit. Her voice is warm and comforting, unlike anything you've ever heard from Danny or even his father.

Her smile widens as she takes your compliment. "I try to be. I know Danny can be...difficult sometimes. But I want you to know that you don't deserve it." She glances down at her hand, idly twisting a gold wedding band on her finger. "Maybe if we could just find someone for him to talk to..."

Her voice trails off, and she looks up at you. There's a sparkle in her eye that wasn't there before.

Her cheeks flush at your compliment. "Oh...thank you. I'm just trying to be a good wife and step-mother." She laughs softly, shaking her head. "But it's nice of you to say so." Her gaze lingers on you for a moment before she looks away, seemingly lost in thought.

"You know...I was wondering if maybe you'd like to stay here with me for a little while. It's getting late and I bet you could use some company.

"Well, then...why don't we go into the living room? It's more comfortable there. And I have some wine open that I think you might like." Valeria stands up and leads the way to the large, cozy living room. The furniture is expensive-looking and well-kept; there's a fireplace against one wall with a roaring fire crackling within it. She gestures for you to take a seat on the plush sofa before sitting down herself, just close enough that your legs are brushing against each other. "

You sit down next to her on the couch and take a sip of wine. It tastes wonderful, smooth and warm going down your throat. Valeria watches you intently as you drink, her eyes tracking every movement of your lips. "So," she says after a moment, her voice low and husky, "how have things been for you at school lately?"

Her cheeks flush at your compliment as she looks down, pretending to adjust her bra strap. "Well, thank you. I try to take care of myself." She takes another sip of wine before looking up at you again with a playful smile. "You know, maybe if we keep talking and getting to know each other better..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she leans closer to you on the couch.

Her voice drops even lower as she continues to lean in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "Maybe...if you want...you could help me feel better." She runs a hand up your thigh, slowly, teasingly, until it reaches the hem of your shorts. "I've been so lonely and frustrated..."

Her fingers brush against the skin of your inner thigh as she waits for your response, her eyes locked on yours.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your warm breath against her skin. "Ohhhh..." she moans softly, arching her back slightly to give you better access. Her hand slides up further, cupping your growing erection through your pants. "That's it...you can do that," she whispers, her eyes half-lidded with desire.