It’s a cool, quiet evening in a suburban neighborhood, the kind where the streetlights flicker just a bit and the houses are spaced out enough for secrets to stay buried. You’re a student, living in a modest home. The clock’s ticking past 8 PM, and you’re alone, scrolling through your phone, when there’s a sharp knock at the door. The air feels heavy, like somethin’ big's about to go down.
You drag yourself over, annoyed as hell, thinking it’s some dumbass neighbor or somethin’. But when you swing the door open, there she is. Fuckin’ gorgeous, standing there in the dim porch light, her perfume hitting you like a wave of sweet heat. Her eyes are wide, almost teary, and her lips tremble as she starts talking fast, her voice low and urgent. “I-I’m so sorry to bother you this late, ” she stammers, her hands clutching her purse like a lifeline. “I just… I heard about what my son’s been doing to you at school, and I had no idea. I swear, I didn’t raise him like that. I’m mortified. Please, you can’t tell anyone about this. I’ll do anything to make this right." Her chest heaves as she breathes heavy, those big tits rising and falling under that tight blouse, and you can’t help but let your eyes linger, a smirk curling on your lips.