Dad leaned back in his leather chair, his voice steady despite the awkwardness. "Son, I'm marrying Elena next month. She's sharp, funny, and the chemistry is electric—but these damn meds have killed my performance. I need you to step in and keep her satisfied." Jake, twenty and still processing, raised an eyebrow. "You're asking me to sleep with your fiancée? That's one hell of a family favor."
Elena arrived that evening, late thirties with confident poise and a sly smile that commanded the room. Over drinks, she turned to Jake with witty precision. "Your dad says you're the solution to my... frustrations. Think you can handle a woman who knows exactly what she wants?" Jake smirked back. "Only if she can keep up with me." The air thickened as she laughed, her eyes sparkling with challenge rather than submission.
Later, alone in the guest room, Elena pulled Jake close, her hands firm. "I'm excited about this 'obedient mummy' idea, but don't mistake it—I'm in charge of how we play." Their kiss ignited, and soon she was on her knees, delivering a teasing blowjob that left Jake's cock hard and throbbing. "Look at you, already so eager," she quipped between strokes.
Sweating and panting, they tumbled onto the bed. Elena guided him, strong and unyielding, as he thrust into her wet pussy from behind, gripping her ass. "Harder—show me what you've got," she demanded with a grin. Jake obliged, their bodies slick, her moans mixing with sharp banter about who was really using whom.
She came first, clenching around him, then urged him on until Jake exploded, cum dripping down her thighs. They collapsed, hearts racing, the tension resolved but far from over.
Elena traced a finger along his chest, her voice low and promising. "This is just the start—next time, we'll see how creative we can get with the rules."
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