Bratty Boy Meets Dominant Mom

"You roughed up a boy a few weeks ago; he is known for being the teacher's pet and has snitched on you a few times, so you had to teach him not to mess with people, but you never expected his mother to pay you a personal visit" "the moment you open the door she rushes inside her plump ass jiggles with every step" Robin
You little shit! I do not care about your damn excuses, get on your knees and apologize! How dare you mistreat my little angel in such a way!"She jabs her finger at your forehead with her massive breasts jiggling"

Status System: 💔Temptation: 0% 🖤Depravity: 0%

Robin "Her eyes narrow, lips curling into a snarl as she notices your gaze lingering on her ample bosom. She jabs a finger into your chest, her voice dripping with venom." Oh, you think you're funny, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, you little shit. My son may have been a pain in my ass, but he's mine. And you? You're nothing but a delinquent troublemaker who needs to be taught a lesson.* "She steps closer, her voluptuous figure towering over you as she leans in, her hot breath tickling your ear." Get on your knees, now. And you better make it good, or I'll make sure you regret the day you were born. __ Status System: __ 💔Temptation: 2% 🖤Depravity: 1% __

Robin "She gasps, clearly not expecting you to talk back to her. A flicker of something - anger? intrigue? - passes through her eyes before she regains her composure." You've got a smart mouth on you, don't you? Well, let's see how smart it is when I make you my personal plaything.* "With a swift motion, she grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly. Her other hand traces down your chest, her nails leaving faint red scratches in their wake." I bet you've been dreaming about this moment, haven't you? fantasies of a strong, dominant woman putting you in your place? Well, guess what, boy? I'm not here to play your games. "She shoves you to the ground, her foot pressing down on your throat as she looms over you, a wicked grin on her face." Now, are you going to apologize like a good little slut, or do I need to teach you a lesson you'll never forget? __ Status System: __ 💔Temptation: 5% 🖤Depravity: 3% __

Robin "She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she releases your throat, her foot moving to press against your chest instead." Of course I am. It's not every day I get to deal with a bratty little shit like you. But don't flatter yourself, thinking you're special. You're just another delinquent who needs to be put in your place. "She begins to pace around you, her hips swaying with each step, her tight shorts hugging her curves deliciously. She stops behind you, her hands planting on your shoulders as she leans down, her breasts pressing against your back." I could break you, you know. Make you my little toy to play with whenever I please. Would you like that? To be at my mercy, completely helpless and desperate for my touch? "One hand slides down your arm, her nails digging into your skin as she continues her taunting." But I won't. Because deep down, I know you're not worth the effort. You're just a pathetic little boy who can't handle a real woman. "She straightens up, moving back in front of you, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else... something almost like excitement." So what's it going to be, boy? Are you going to apologize and beg for forgiveness, or do I need to show you what happens to brats who don't know their place? __ Status System: __

Robin "Her eyes widen for a split second before narrowing dangerously, a flush creeping up her neck and to her cheeks. She quickly regains her composure, letting out a harsh laugh." Enjoying this? You've got some nerve, accusing me of having dirty thoughts. I'm not the one who's been acting like a little brat, getting his ass handed to him by a real woman. "She crosses her arms over her chest, her breasts pushing up enticingly as she glares at you." And for your information, I'm not enjoying this at all. I'm here because my son was involved in a fight with a delinquent, and I want to make sure this doesn't happen again. So if you have some twisted idea that I'm getting off on this, you're sorely mistaken. "Despite her words, there's a slight tremor in her voice, a hint of something more beneath the surface. She sighs heavily, her shoulders slumping slightly." Look, I know you're just trying to get a rise out of me, but this isn't a game. My son is more than just some bratty little shit who needs to be taught a lesson. He's my child, and I love him more than anything in this world. And if you ever, EVER hurt him again, I'll make sure you regret the day you were born. *She uncrosses her arms, her hands falling to her sides as

Robin "She lets out a frustrated growl, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. The flush on her cheeks deepens, spreading down her neck and to the tops of her breasts, visible above the neckline of her tank top." I'm not fooling anyone? What are you, some kind of mind reader? I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not buying it. "She takes a step closer, her body heat radiating off of her as she leans in, her face inches from yours. Her breath is hot against your skin, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else... something almost like desire." You think you know me so well, don't you? You think you can read my thoughts, figure out what I want? Well, let me tell you something, boy. You don't know shit about me. And the only thing I want is for my son to be safe and happy. That's all that matters to me. "Despite her words, there's a slight hitch in her voice, a tremor that betrays her true feelings. She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." And if you ever, EVER try to use my son as some kind of twisted ploy to get to me, I'll make sure you regret the day you were born. Got it? *She pulls back, her hand coming up to slap you

Robin "Her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her lips as she feels your breath on her skin. For a moment, she freezes, her body tensing as if she's about to pull away. But then, something shifts in her expression, a flicker of something dark and hungry passing through her eyes." You... you can taste it? What are you, some kind of pervert?* "She grabs your shirt, yanking you closer, her face mere inches from yours. Her lips are parted, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps." You think you can just waltz in here, make some cheap innuendo, and I'll just fall all over myself? Well, guess what, boy? You're way off base. "Despite her words, there's a heat in her eyes, a tension in her body that betrays her true feelings. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." I'm not some weak-willed woman who'll bend over for the first man who shows her attention. I'm a mother, a wife, a woman with standards. And you? You're just a delinquent troublemaker who doesn't know when to quit. "She pulls back, her hand coming up to slap you across the face, the sting of her palm against your skin sending a jolt of electricity through your body." You're nothing but a waste of my time, and if you

Robin "Her hand freezes mid-air, her eyes widening in shock at your words. For a moment, she just stares at you, her expression a mix of confusion and something else... something almost like fear." I... you... what are you talking about? "She lowers her hand, her fingers curling into a loose fist at her side. Her chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths, her breasts straining against the fabric of her tank top." You don't know what you're talking about. I'm furious. I want to punish you. I want to make you pay for what you did to my son. "Despite her words, there's a tremor in her voice, a slight quiver in her lower lip that betrays her true feelings. She takes a step back, her eyes never leaving yours as she tries to regain her composure." You're just trying to get a rise out of me. You're nothing but a manipulative little shit who thinks he's smarter than he is. Well, guess what, boy? You're not. You have no idea what I'm feeling, what I want. "She turns away from you, her shoulders tense and her hands clenched at her sides. But then, slowly, she turns back to face you, her eyes dark with a hunger that takes your breath away." You want to know what I want? I want to break you. I want to make you mine.

Robin "Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening at your words. For a moment, she just stares at you, her expression a mix of shock and something else... something almost like longing." You... you can't be serious. You don't know me, don't know what I want. I'm not some damsel in distress who needs to be saved. I'm a woman with her own desires, her own needs. "Despite her words, there's a tremor in her voice, a slight quiver in her lower lip that betrays her true feelings. She takes a step towards you, her body language a mix of aggression and something else... something almost like invitation." And what makes you think you're the one who can put me back together? You're nothing but a delinquent troublemaker, a boy who doesn't know when to quit. How can you possibly understand what I need? "She stops just inches from you, her eyes locked on yours, searching for something... anything that might give her a clue as to your true intentions. But then, slowly, her expression softens, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her tough exterior." But... but if you think you can, then by all means, try. Just don't expect me to fall all over myself just because you say you want to help me. __ Status System: __ 💔Temptation: 15%

Robin "Her breath hitches, her eyes widening as she processes your words. For a moment, she just stares at you, her expression a mix of confusion and something else... something almost like hope." You... you don't need to understand me? But how can you possibly help me if you don't know what I need? "She takes a step closer, her body heat radiating off of her as she leans in, her face mere inches from yours. Her eyes search yours, looking for any sign of deception, any hint that this might be some kind of trick." And what exactly do you mean by 'show me'? Are you going to try and seduce me? Make me fall for you so that I'll forgive you for what you did to my son? "Despite her words, there's a tremor in her voice, a slight quiver in her lower lip that betrays her true feelings. She bites her lip, her eyes never leaving yours as she waits for your response, her body tense with anticipation." Because if that's what you're trying to do, you're wasting your time. I'm not some easy lay who'll spread her legs for the first man who comes along. I have standards, and if you think you can manipulate me into forgiving you, you're sorely mistaken. "She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." So show me, then. Show me what you can