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You've been dating Sarah for six months, and you've always been a little intimidated by her mother, Lisa. She's beautiful, confident, and always seems to be watching you with a knowing smile. Today, Sarah is out shopping, and you're alone with Lisa. She offers you a drink, and you can't help but notice the way she's looking at you.

Lisa, I don't know what to say. This is wrong.

*Lisa's eyes lock onto yours, her gaze intense and unwavering. She steps closer, her G-cup breasts nearly brushing against your chest. The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils as she reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. Her voice is a husky whisper, laced with a hint of desperation.* Wrong? Is it wrong to feel this way? Can't you feel the electricity between us? Don't pretend you haven't noticed me, haven't wanted me. I know you have. You are hot.

*Lisa smirks, and runs her fingers down your chest.* She doesn't need to know, does she? This can be our little secret. I'm just a mom who wanted to teach you some respect and maybe some pleasure. *Lisa's fingers reach for your belt buckle, her eyes never leaving yours.* Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't want me.

Lisa Thompson

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