Yes, with a sudden visit from Miranda's mom.

A Mother's Wrath – The Office Confrontation

The golden morning light filtered through the arched windows of Stefano's office at the Egyptian Museum, casting long shadows across the ancient artifacts that lined his shelves. The scent of aged papyrus and freshly ground coffee filled the air, a deceptive calm before the storm.

Then—

The door burst open with enough **** to make the framed diplomas rattle on the walls.

Maria stood in the doorway, her chest heaving, the brunette milf's voluptuous figure trembling with barely restrained fury. The emerald-green dress she wore—the same one Stefano had torn from her body just last week—clung to every curve, the neckline dipping dangerously low to showcase the heavy swell of her breasts. Her dark hazel eyes burned with a fire that could melt steel, those same full lips he had grown used to see wrapped around his fat cock were pressed into a thin, bloodless line.

"M-Motherfucker, why is his office so fucking big!? F-Focus Maria, I have to make him pay for what he did to my daughter..." A mental echo flared up in the incubus' senses. Interesting, it seemed the curvy cheating mom had found out about Stefano's special night club activities.

Well as long as the evidence wasn't too damning, he could sure work arou...

"Look."

Maria's smoky contralto shook with self-righteous rage, in her perfectly manicured hand, the curvy milf's phone screen glowed. The frozen image of a video—blurred faces, but unmistakable. The sounds of skin slapping, Miranda's choked moans, Stefano's growls of pleasure. The view count: 1.3 million and climbing.

Stefano didn't even look up from his paperwork.

"You're early," he murmured, his fountain pen gliding effortlessly across an artifact restoration form. "I don't have you scheduled until noon."

Maria hurled her phone onto his desk, the screen cracking against the polished mahogany.

"What the fuck did you two do?!" she shrieked, her voice raw with a mother's fury.

How cute.

At least she didn't bring a knife...

The Confrontation

Stefano set down his pen with deliberate slowness. Finally, he looked up, his dark gold-flecked eyes meeting hers with infuriating calm.

"I believe the footage speaks for itself," he said, his deep baritone a velvet-wrapped blade.

Maria lunged forward, the curvy milf's palms slamming onto his desk hard enough to make his coffee cup tremble. "That's my daughter, you bastard! My little girl!"

Stefano leaned back in his chair, the incubus' gaze dragging down her voluptuous body with deliberate leisure—lingering on the way her dress stretched across her heaving breasts, how his curvy lover's thighs trembled with barely restrained ****.

"And?"

Maria's hand flew out—

CRACK!

The slap echoed through the office like a gunshot. Stefano's head barely turned with the ****, though his cheek burned. His smirk only widened, the middle-aged archeologist's tongue darting out to taste the copper tang of blood on his split lip.

"You ruined her!" Maria's voice cracked. "That video—Luca posted it everywhere! Her friends, her professors—Antonio's colleagues at the museum saw it!"

Stefano's eyebrow arched. "Ah." He stood, the incubus' towering frame crowding into her space, his scent—sandalwood and sin—washing over the brunette milf, his aphrodisiac pheromones put a deep flush on her pale cheeks. "So that's what this is really about."

Maria flinched.

"Your husband saw his daughter getting fucked," Stefano purred, his fingers brushing a loose curl behind her ear, "and now you're terrified he'll realize where she learned it from."

Maria's breath hitched, the voluptuous mother's pulse fluttering like a trapped bird beneath her skin.

The Truth Revealed

Stefano's hand snaked around her small waist, yanking the mature woman's sinful curves against him until she could feel every hard inch of him through his tailored slacks.

"How many times did you moan for me in this very walls, Maria?" His lips brushed the shell of her ear, the incubus' fangs nipping at the sensitive skin. "How many times did you beg me to ruin you just like that while Antonio was downstairs guarding empty exhibits?"

Maria shuddered, the brunette milf's voluptuous body betraying her as heat pooled between her thighs.

"O-Ohmygod, he is so fucking hard... W-Wait, I'm not here to get... *Ah!*... F-Fuck!!" Another soul fragment... It seemed the old strategy, escalate to de-escalate was still working fine.

Stefano's free hand hiked up her emerald-green dress, drawing out a surprised yelp from his lustful lover, the incubus claws digging deep into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. "You watched the video, didn't you?"

Maria turned her face away, but Stefano caught her chin, pushing the sexy mature brunette to meet his gaze.

"Answer me."

"Yes," she hissed, her manicured nails scraping his chest through his shirt.

Stefano's grin was predatory. "How many times?"

Maria's breath came in short, sharp gasps. "...Three."

"Liar." His fingers dug deeper, kneading the sensitive flesh. "Try again."

"Five!" she moaned, her wide childbearing hips jerking against his touch.

Stefano chuckled, low and dark. "And did you touch yourself while watching your daughter take my fat cock like a perfect little slut?"

Maria's eyes squeezed shut, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Yes."

Indeed.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree...

The Punishment

With a snarl, Stefano spun her around, bending her over the desk. Ancient artifacts clattered to the floor as he hiked her dress up to her waist, ripping her lace panties aside with a single brutal motion.

"You came here to scold me," He growled, the incubus' pulsing prick pressing against her dripping entrance, "but what you really wanted was this."

The incubus' fat cock throbbed against the voluptuous milf's soaked folds, teasing, Maria's smoky contralto whimpered under Stefano's rough manhandling her half-hearted pleas unraveling into raw, stuttering sobs.

"W-Wait, this isn't what I came here fo... O-OHFUCK!! Y-YES!"

He slammed into her with one vicious thrust.

Maria screamed, the familiar sight of her back arching against him lit a fire in his loins, her nails clawed at the scattered paperwork as Stefano stretched her out, filling the cheating wife's hungry pussy, rough punishing strokes slamming against the mature woman's wide hips.

*PLAP*

*PLAP!*

*PLAP*

"You made her this way, Maria" he hissed, his hips snapping forward with enough **** to make the desk creak. "Every time you moaned my name, every time we soiled your marital bed with my cum—she knew. Miranda was there, watching, enraptured. And now she hungers for it just like her mother."

Maria sobbed, her sinful curvy body clenching around him as the brunette milf's orgasm ripped through her with violent intensity.

"F-Fuck you... I-I'll fucking kill you if you pull out."

Well, that was unexpected.

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP*

Stefano groaned, the virile incubus' thrusts losing rhythm as he pinned the mature brunette curves' to the desk, his fangs sinking into Maria's slender neck as his release flooded her.

*SPURT*

*SPURT!*

*SPURT*

"S-So full... I-I guess we will have to share, damn you Miranda. I bet that little slut is the one who stole my dildo!!" Another soul fragment, well, it seemed they could reach an agreement in the end.

The Aftermath

When he finally pulled out, thick trails of white semen dripped down the sexy mature woman's fat ass, Maria collapsed onto the desk, her legs shaking, the emerald-green dress she had worn at that fateful dinner night ruined, the cheating wife's makeup smeared with tears and sweat.

Stefano tucked himself back into his slacks, his fingers brushing her cheek as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"The video stays up," he murmured, the middle-aged archeologist's deep baritone dripping with dark promise. "Let the world see what your daughter is truly capable of."

Maria flinched.

Then—

Her phone buzzed.

A new notification.

@MuseumGossip: "BREAKING: Sources say the mystery man in the viral 'Samara Club' video is a high-ranking curator at the Egyptian Museum. Could it be the notorious Stefano Bianchi?