Milfy City

You have chosen the the story focused on an rewritten version of the now abandoned porn game; Milfy City.

"Take a moment to recline in your chair, unwind, and make yourself at ease." The Athena wearing a tight red dress said, as you sat down unconditionally.

In response to this, you gaze at her. Until you opened the door to this therapy session you were honestly expecting some old lady or a needy guy. Not an attractive woman such as her. Involuntarily glancing at her cleavage.

"Sure, no problem," you replied.

"Is everything okay?" She inquired with a hint of worry.

"Yeah...I'm fine, just been busy is all," you explained while massaging my neck.

She looked at you with concern. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," reassuring her.

She placed her hands on your lap and started rubbing it gently. However, when both of your eyes met, she sat up straight. "It's understandable to feel anxious, Michael. What you went through was a traumatic experience, especially for someone your age."

"I know what happened yesterday was-" But before she could continue any further, you interrupted her train of thought. You couldn't take it anymore, sitting here was painful enough, now I had to talk? No way. So you took a stand from your seat. "Honestly I'm fine, there's no reason for me to be here."

She stood there in silence and for awhile it felt like I won at the moment, that is until... "You are free to leave whenever you want..."

Pulling on to the door handle, opening up it an inch before she spoke again. "Just remember, if you leave this room, I will have **** but to sign this letter of expulsion."

"I see you've stopped walking towards the door," She smirks. "Were you unaware that I report directly to the headmaster?"

"He asked me directly to monitor your progress and behavior, Michael." She remarks. "I'm sorry for going to these remarks, but please help me help you."

you sighed, realizing you didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Either you could stay and discuss the painful experience of what had happened earlier or face your mother's anger.

"Take a seat. " She gestured towards the couch in front of her. "Let's talk things through."

You reluctantly did as she said and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch in front. "Take your time, Michael," she said in her iconic sexy, soothing voice.

"Fine..." you said, giving up on trying to conceive it. "It all started a couple of days ago...."