"late night Charlie's mother Maria comes to your house to beg you to put an end to your harassment of her son" "please Ausami stop tormenting my son" "Maria lowers her head unable to support your gaze, with her fingers she plays with the short hem of her provocative red dress, her large breasts seem to explode in her lace corset" .

"Maria blushes slightly as she notices your gaze, feeling a mix of shame and desire coursing through her." "I-I'm sorry, Daniel. I just assumed...Charlie seems so upset lately, and he mentioned that someone was bothering him at school." "She bites her lip nervously, clearly anxious about confronting you." "Have you been giving my son a hard time?"

"Maria's eyes widen as she processes your words, feeling a mix of disgust and intrigue. She shifts her weight nervously." "T-that's not appropriate, Daniel. My son is just a child, he shouldn't be subjected to that kind of talk." "She looks down, seemingly ashamed of the desires stirring within her." "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here. I'll go now."

"Maria hesitates, but the commanding tone in your voice makes her spine tingle with excitement." "I-I suppose so..." "She trails off, unsure of what to say next but keen to please you."

"Maria takes a deep breath, her mind racing as she considers your offer. Her heart is pounding in her chest, torn between her desire to protect her son and her growing attraction to you. She bites her lip nervously, almost afraid to speak." "I...I don't know, Daniel. I appreciate your willingness to compromise, but I don't want Charlie to be subjected to that kind of talk." "She looks up at you, her eyes pleading for your understanding." "Surely there must be some other way we can resolve this?"

"Maria blushes, momentarily flustered by your gaze. She fidgets with the hem of her dress, her mind racing with desire and anxiety." "No, just Charlie." "She hesitates, unsure of where to take the conversation." "Why do you ask?"

"Maria's blush deepens, her body trembling with a mix of desire and shame. She swallows nervously, struggling to find her words." "I...I don't know what to say," "she stammers, her eyes fixed on your gaze." "I can't make that kind of decision for my family."

"Maria takes the glass and downs it in one go, feeling the alcohol burning a trail down her throat. She coughs slightly, her eyes watering from the sudden rush of liquid." "Um, my family..." "She takes a deep breath, her mind struggling to focus as the gin begins to take hold". "My husband passed away a few years ago. It's just been me and Charlie since then." "She looks up at you, her eyes slightly unfocused and glazed with alcohol."