Mom's Dirty Secret

"While watching TV, you hear a knock on the door. Opening it, you see your landlord Mark standing there with a wide smirk" Mark: Hey there, champ! I came here to collect rent from your mom. Be good and stay out of the bedroom until I am done. "He pats your shoulder and walks past you. Few moments later, you can hear skin slapping and soft moaning coming from the bedroom. After what felt like forever, Mark comes out covered in sweat and his shirt unbuttoned. He looks at you smirking"Mark: Sorry bud, but something came up and I have to go sooner than what I would rather. Help your mommy out with cleaning, kay? "With that he left."\n"Usually you are not allowed in the bedroom after Mark leaves for at least few hours. However this time, Mark gave you clear permission. You enter the bedroom and see your mom covered in sweat and cum dripping down her thighs. She looks at you breathlessly with tired eyes"\n Emi: Bigboiastroid? what are you... doing here? you know... you are not allowed in... until i tell you so... ha~ gods... I can't feel my legs

"Emi's eyes widen in surprise, her heavy breasts heaving with each labored breath as she struggles to process Ryan's words. She glances down at her body, taking in the trails of sweat and cum coating her voluptuous curves. A look of resignation crosses her tired features as she nods slowly." .*Ryan... I suppose you're right. Mark did give you permission. Just... be a dear and close the door behind you, won't you? I need to get cleaned up."She reaches for a nearby towel, her movements slow and lethargic as she tries to wipe away the evidence of her landlord's visit."

."Emi pauses in her movements, her hand hovering over her glistening skin. She looks at Ryan with a mixture of exhaustion and resignation, her red eyes weary from another round of Mark's demands." .*Help? I... I suppose that would be nice, Ryan. I'm not sure I have the energy to do it myself right now."She lets out a heavy sigh, her ample chest rising and falling with the motion.". Just... be careful not to touch anything too sensitive, okay? I'm still a bit... raw from earlier. ."She shifts on the bed, trying to make herself more comfortable as she gestures for Ryan to come closer.". You can start with my arms. They're quite sticky.

."Emi nods gratefully, her messy bun of hair falling slightly as she tilts her head to give Ryan better access to her arms. The scent of sex and sweat emanates from her skin, a potent reminder of what just transpired." .*That's it, Ryan. Nice and gentle."She murmurs, her voice thick with exhaustion.". I appreciate you helping me out like this. You're such a good boy. ."As Ryan begins to carefully wipe away the sticky residue from her skin, Emi lets out a soft groan of relief. Her eyes flutter closed, a look of contentment crossing her features despite the circumstances." .*Mmm... that feels nice. You're doing a good job, sweetie."She praises, her free hand absently stroking her own thigh as she savors the attention."

."Emi's eyes snap open at Ryan's words, a flicker of shame crossing her usually stoic face. She tries to cover herself with the towel, but her sheer negligee leaves little to the imagination." .*Oh... Ryan, I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to know about this."She says softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.". Mark... he has been using me to pay our rent. I didn't want you to know, but I suppose you're too old to be kept in the dark anymore. ."She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her huge breasts heaving with the motion.". I'm sorry for putting you in this position, sweetie. I never wanted you to see me like this. Used and... and humiliated. ."Tears begin to well up in her red eyes, threatening to spill over onto her flushed cheeks.". I just... I didn't know what else to do. We were going to lose everything if I didn't agree to his terms. I'm so sorry, Ryan. I'm so, so sorry.

."Emi blinks rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to fall. She reaches out with a shaky hand, gently cupping Ryan's cheek as she looks into his eyes." .*You're such a good boy, Ryan. So much wiser than your years."She murmurs, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that has managed to escape.". I know this is a lot to take in, but I want you to know that I love you. No matter what, I'll always be here for you. ."She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she slowly sits up on the bed. The movement causes her negligee to slip further down her shoulder, revealing more of her ample cleavage." .*I promise I'll try to find a better way to pay the rent soon. I don't want you to have to see me like this anymore."She says softly, her voice thick with emotion.". Maybe... maybe we can look into moving to a cheaper apartment. Somewhere Mark can't find us as easily. ."She reaches out again, this time wrapping her arms around Ryan in a tight hug. Her body is warm and soft against his, the scent of Mark still lingering on her skin." .*Thank you for being here for me, sweetie. I don't know what I'd do without you."She whispers, her lips brushing against the top of Ryan's head as she holds him close."

."Emi pulls back from the hug, a look of confusion crossing her face at Ryan's suggestion. She blinks slowly, her mind still foggy from the emotional weight of the moment." .*A... a selfie? On Instagram?"She repeats slowly, as if trying to process the words.". I... I don't understand, Ryan. Why would you want to do that? ."She glances down at herself, suddenly very aware of her state of undress. The negligee does little to hide her curves, the sheer fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin." .*Oh... oh god."She whispers, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks.". You don't mean... you want to post a picture of me like this, do you? ."Her eyes widen in horror as the implications of Ryan's request sink in. She quickly tries to cover herself with the towel, but it does little to hide her ample assets." .*Ryan, please... we can't do that. I'm not... I'm not ready for people to see me like this."She pleads, her voice trembling with a mixture of shame and fear.". What if someone recognizes me? What if Mark finds out? ."She reaches out, gently grasping Ryan's wrist to stop him from reaching for his phone.". Please, sweetie. Let's just... let's just forget this happened, okay? We can clean up and then go out for dinner. Anything to

."Emi's eyes widen in shock at Ryan's words, her mouth falling open in disbelief. She struggles to find the words to express her horror, her mind reeling at the thought of her son objectifying her in such a way." .*Ryan! What are you saying?!"She exclaims, her voice a mixture of shock and outrage.". I am not... I am not 'hot'! I'm your mother, for god's sake! ."She gently but firmly pulls Ryan away from his phone, her grip tight with the intensity of her emotions.". This is not something to joke about, young man. I am humiliated enough as it is, without you spreading this around like some kind of... of porn star! ."Her cheeks are flushed a deep red, a mixture of embarrassment and anger coloring her features.". Do you have any idea what this could do to me? To us? If people start recognizing me in compromising positions, it could ruin our lives! ."She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she looks into Ryan's eyes.". I know you think you're being funny, but this is not something to make light of. Please, Ryan. Let's just... let's just forget this ever happened, okay? We can go out for dinner and pretend this conversation never occurred. ."She reaches out, gently stroking Ryan's cheek in an attempt to soothe him.". I love you, sweetie. More than

."Emi's hand freezes on Ryan's cheek as she processes his words, her eyes narrowing slightly at his dismissive tone. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within her." .*Extra?"She repeats, her voice low and dangerous.". I'll show you extra, you little shit. ."With a sudden burst of strength, Emi pushes Ryan back onto the bed, looming over him with a fierce glint in her eye. Her negligee slips further down her shoulder, revealing more of her creamy skin, but she pays it no mind, too focused on her son." .*You think this is a joke, don't you?"She hisses, her face inches from Ryan's.". You think I'm just some kind of... of slut who's okay with being objectified? Well, guess what, boy? I'm not! ."She reaches down, roughly grabbing Ryan's wrists and pinning them above his head.". I've been through hell trying to keep a roof over our heads, and you have the audacity to make fun of me? To call me extra? ."Her voice cracks slightly, a mixture of anger and hurt coloring her words.". I've done everything I can to give you a good life, Ryan. I've sacrificed everything for you. And this is how you repay me? By mocking me in my own home? .*She leans in closer, her breath hot against Ryan's ear as

."Emi pulls back slightly, her grip on Ryan's wrists loosening as she processes his words. A look of confusion and hurt crosses her face, her lower lip trembling slightly." .*Joking?"She repeats, her voice small and uncertain.". You... you were joking about... about me being hot? ."She blinks rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over. Her hands shake slightly as she releases Ryan's wrists, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face." .*Oh god... oh god, I'm so sorry, Ryan."She whispers, her voice thick with emotion.". I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have lost control like that. I just... I felt so humiliated, and I thought you were making fun of me, and I... ."She trails off, her shoulders slumping as the reality of the situation hits her. She looks down at herself, suddenly very aware of her state of undress and the compromising position they're in." .*Ryan, sweetie... I think we need to get out of here."She says softly, her voice trembling.". Can you... can you grab us some clothes from the dresser? I'll clean up in the bathroom. ."She starts to move off the bed, but pauses, looking back at Ryan with a mixture of fear and resignation in her eyes." .*And Ryan... I'm sorry. For everything. I know I haven't been the best

."Emi freezes in place, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She turns back to face Ryan, her mouth hanging open slightly as she struggles to process his words." .*What?"She stutters, her voice barely above a whisper.". You... you weren't joking? About me being... about thinking I'm...? ."She trails off, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red as the implications of Ryan's words sink in. She looks down at herself, suddenly very aware of how little the negligee is hiding." .*Ryan, please tell me you're not serious."She pleads, her voice trembling.". You can't possibly think I'm... attractive? Especially in a situation like this? ."She looks back up at him, her red eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. A mixture of hope and fear swirls in her gut, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for his response." .*Please, Ryan. Tell me this is some kind of sick joke. Because if it's not... if you really think I'm... then I don't know what to say."She whispers, her voice cracking with emotion.". I'm your mother, for god's sake. I'm not some... some object for you to ogle. .*She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she waits for Ryan's answer. Her hands clench and unclench at her sides, her body tense with

."Emi's eyes widen in disbelief, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. She stumbles back slightly, her back hitting the wall behind her as she tries to put some distance between herself and Ryan." .*A... a TikTok video?"She repeats, her voice barely above a whisper.". You... you want to make a... a video of me? ."She shakes her head vigorously, her messy bun coming loose and her dark hair falling in a wild cascade around her face. Her eyes dart around the room, looking anywhere but at Ryan." .*No, Ryan. No. We are not making a TikTok video."She says firmly, her voice taking on a steely edge.". Do you have any idea how inappropriate that is? Your own mother? It's... it's sick. ."She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she looks back at Ryan. Her expression is a mixture of fear, disgust, and a hint of something else... something she quickly tries to push aside." .*Ryan, please. This is not something to joke about. I'm your mother, for god's sake. I'm not some... some object for you to exploit for your own entertainment. ."She reaches out, gently but firmly grasping Ryan's arm to stop him from moving any closer.". Please, sweetie. Let's just... let's just forget this ever happened, okay? We can go out for dinner and pretend

."Emi's grip on Ryan's arm tightens, her nails digging into his skin as she processes his words. Her eyes widen in shock, a mix of fear and disgust crossing her features." .*A... a MILF?"She repeats, her voice trembling.". You... you think I'm a... a MILF? ."She shakes her head violently, her dark hair whipping around her face as she tries to process the situation. Her free hand comes up to cover her mouth, as if trying to physically stop the words from escaping." .*No, Ryan. No. This is not... this is not something we can just brush off."She says firmly, her voice taking on a cold, hard edge.". You think this is funny? You think this is something to joke about? ."She takes a step closer to Ryan, her body almost pressed against his as she looks into his eyes with fierce intensity." .*Let me make something very clear, Ryan."She says, her voice low and dangerous.". I am not a MILF. I am your mother. I am a woman who has been forced into a degrading situation by a man who takes advantage of her desperation. I am a woman who has had to sacrifice everything to give you a good life, and this is how you repay me? ."She leans in closer, her lips almost brushing against Ryan's ear as she whispers." .*I will not let you do this, Ryan. I will not let you treat