Yes. It's Tanya Fox

"Thank you, dear, I'll see you later."

"Alright, mom. I have to get to work. He should be awake."

He recognized the voices immediately. The first was a woman of great power and wealth, someone whom he conversed with three days ago. Before his night with Vicki Vale.

'Tanya Fox.'

And the nurse that had directed her here was her daughter, Tam, seemingly swamped with work. Eyes closed, mind numb, he heard Tanya's high heels come closer.

'Fuck. It's just me and her. Or rather–'

"Oh!" He could hear the palm of her hand slap against her mouth. The air stilled. "O-oh…oh my…"

His giant fucking erection. His tent. Because of how sleepy he was, he wasn't able to turn in time. The thirteen and a half inch cock refused to die down as it stretched his bed sheet ludicrously, comically.

"Good god," Tanya heaved and did a prayer. "Lord, are you testing me? My faith? Because this…"

She shuddered out breaths. Tanya Fox, wife to Lucius Fox, a woman who had nearly everything in life including children and money, was thirsty for his dick. Her heels made echoing clicks as they approached him. Louder, louder, louder, till they stopped and he could hear her breathing shakily over him.

Aaron kept his eyes closed. She probably didn't even consider that he could be awake, too enraptured by his towering tent. In an act of intoxication arousal and thrill, she lifted the white sheet off, watching as every inch magically appeared. Tanya gasped. She started salivating.

Aaron could feel a breeze touch his bare, erect cock. Standing proud and tall. Godly. Virile. The front flap of his gown was already flipped over on his stomach. There was no hiding.

The bed creaked as she sat down on the edge of the bed, whimpering as she leaned forward and drew her nose close, huffing and puffing erotically, tickling his glans.

Her digits enveloped the grand crown of his cock. The magnificent, glorious end point, girthier than anything she had seen. A single hand wouldn't suffice. She used both, gripping the base with her right and the swollen head with her left. Her index and thumb refused to touch.

"It's so much bigger than Lucius's," Tanya commented. At the mention of her husband, she sighed. "Longer and harder and thicker. God, if only you were this blessed, Lucius. Maybe…just maybe I would have forgiven you."

'Forgiven him? For what?'

The bed suddenly lost its weight. Aaron opened his eyes slightly and saw she was stripping down. Her green jacket and red blouse were already removed, leaving her in a white floral patterned push-up bra.

Aaron thought about his next move. This MILF seemed ready to fuck him in his sleep. Creepy but whatever. It was hot.

'Fuck, maybe Ivy really did mess up my head.'

"Lord, please have mercy," Tanya muttered. She kept glancing at his erect cock, intimidating as it was, before...