Domination/Go pay Diana a visit
From Create Your Own Story
You get in your car and head over to Diana's place.
It seems she's been waiting for you, as her front door opens before you can even knock. Watching you with equal parts uneasiness and excitement, the milf just stands there in her doorway, saying nothing. You lift up her skirt and peer beneath it, something to which she has little reaction.
Satisfactorily, she's not wearing any panties, so you slam your fist into her stomach and walk casually into her living room. Diana gasps out a "hi" and closes her door behind you, even as she doubles over in pain.
You sit down on her couch and begin to undress, noticing an open bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table before you. Diana sits down beside you, still grimacing in pain.
"Before we start," she says, not quite able to catch her breath, "I need to talk to you abou-"
Now fully naked, you slap Diana, cutting her off. You push her off the couch onto the floor, and then grab her hair and pull her face to your crotch. You lift up your dick and force Diana's face onto your balls.
You lean back and relax as she immediately starts sucking them. You take a few minutes to simply enjoy the way she takes them both into her mouth, massaging your testicles with her tongue. Your dick rests on her nose, and she's unashamed about taking a big whiff.
Sighing, you then pop your balls out of her mouth and lean forward to start undoing the buttons on her blouse. "There was something you wanted to talk about?" you ask, acting like nothing unusual has happened.
Diana watches you undress her and swallows. "My- My daughters. They- You- They saw you in our kitchen. And they, um- you were naked."
"Yeah," you say, once again pleased that Diana isn't wearing anything underneath her clothes. You pinch her nipples and roughly pull them forward so that you can wrap Diana's breasts around your dick.
Realizing what you want, she pushes her tits together and begins to move them up and down. "I don't want them to know what you do to me," Diana says, speaking with conviction. She looks up at your face as she gives you your titjob.
"Really?" you respond, watching the milf work. "I think they'll figure it out."
Diana grimaces again. "I mean the, um, specifics."
You spread your arms over the back of the couch and look down at her. After a moment, you acquiesce. "Okay, Diana. If that's what you want."
Diana lets out a sigh of relief and refocuses on your dick. She sucks the tip of it for a while, pleasuring the head with her mouth while her breasts massage the shaft. After a moment, however, she pulls her mouth off. "And, also, the other thing," she continues.
"The other thing?" you ask disinterestedly.
"Our- Our underwear."
"What about it?" you say, playing dumb.
"Why- Why did you take theirs too?" Diana seems fearful of your answer. It seems she doesn't relish the thought of having to choose between her daughter's safety, and your cruelty.
