More sex... a whole lot more!

Before you even realize you lift Cat's chin up and kiss her, cutting her speech as it is.
She is taken aback at first, but slowly you drag her more and more into it.
As her soft lips hesitantly welcome you at last, you draw back a little and stare at her.

"She won't find out."

You say it confidently, as a matter-of-fact, feeling your erection throb, squeezed between your entangled bodies.

"This is just wrong, John... We can't!" She hisses worriedly, yet without even attempting to pull away form you.

"We already did... Will it make a difference if we do it again? Would it really be much worse doing it twice or thrice instead of once?" You say slowly sliding both your hands down and feeling her butt cheeks up.

Almost suprised by your own display of boldness, you realize to have already developed a deep craving for Cat's ripe and fit body.
A body that , by the way, resembles so much the girl you spent years fantasizing of, only that the person inside of it is so much more sweet and caring and sensible than said girl...
Yes, as much as it sounds odd to say about a forty-one years old, plus after only a couple of hours of acquaintance, you and Cat seem to be definetly a good match.
Better than you and Miranda at least...
Let's be honest, that girl is a wild horse, maybe too wild for you...
Of course you definetly still care about her, probably you could say even you're still in love with her, but all you want now is to be inside of this beautiful woman again, the one in front of you, and you just can't help it...

"This is madness... I... You... You've **** me, I've never agreed to..." Stammers Cat under your lustful gaze, stopping mid sentence with a sigh.

You try then to guess what's going through her mind by the little changes in her expression without much fortune.
But her body language does indeed tell you something.
She's still between your arms, letting you hold her tight and close albeit being butt-naked, with your swollen cock hardly pressed against her and your hands openly groping her ass.

She wants it as much as I do... She's just too embarassed and scared of the possible consequences to admit it.

Without a word, you break the hug and seize her wrist, then you start dragging her out in the hallway.
She protests, weakly.

"W-What are you doing? Where are you taking me now? Wait, my pants..."

Despite her attitude, she puts up very little resistence as you guide her towards your own room.
Then you pass your parents bedroom and suddenly you're struck that it would only be the more fitting to take her there.
You push away the image of your mom and dad doing something like what you're about to do with Cat in there and drag her through the door.
After turning the lights on, you nudge her easily off of her uncertain balance over the bed.
She yelps surprised, more again as you pull off her trainers and start to do the same with the rest of her clothes.

"John, stop. Please..." She pleads.

You finish taking off her pants and panties then proceed to get rid of your own clothes and stare at her, laid on her back over your well tidied parent's bed.
She is holding herself up on her elbows, her light t-shirt, partially rolled up, still wraps the round globes of her breasts.
Save for that, she's naked, magnificently so.
Her legs are resting where you left them, her claves dangle over the bed's edge, her tights, slightly open, let your eyes free to explore her nakeness without hinderance.
She looks so exposed, so submissive, that it almost baffles you.
You feel your cock throb and twitch at this sight of her, and even more when you notice that she's staring at it too.

"I want to fuck you so badly that it hurts..."

"D-Don't be ridiculous... I'm not Miranda, I'm her mom... I could be your mom, for Christ's sake!" Replies Cat with a scornful laughter.

Still you see that her body language tells a different story form her words.
You watch her chest heave visibly, the redness of her cheeks.
Her tights shift imperceptibly on the tan bedspread, restless, moving of barely millimiters.
Not closing though...

"I don't want to hurt Miranda, Cat... I really care about her, but it's you that I actually want right now, not her..."

You observe the effect of your words for a few moment without adding anything, then you drop it.

"Besides, shouldn't you be the first to want me to walk out of this happy tonight rather than not, if you really wish to keep our little roleplay incident a secret?" You say the words like it's a light joke and immedialy regret it.

What's done is done...
****, that's a sly move, you're well aware of that, but you tell yourself that you're just giving Cat that last push she needs, not actually blackmailing her for real.
You could never do something like that, but she has no idea of that of course.

Expectedly, she appears outraged by your suggestion, yet her desire is laid bare before your eyes, there's no mistaking it.
All you have to do now, is make her surreder to it.