"Can I fuck you?"

I ask Millie, hoping to sound mature and seductive, but instead when I hear myself saying that I realise I sound more like a horny 18 year old hoping to get lucky with his big titted 44 year old step-mom.

Millie looks at me, stretches her arms over her head, and struggles to contain a small yawn, then says:

"Obviously not Matt, I am your step-mom."

I feel my hopes sink at this, and I must look a bit pathetic, since Millie strokes my cheek with her hand and says:

"But, thank you for the nice time you gave me, I feel really exhausted now, so I will go for a nap."

Then she gets up, walks across the hallway to her room, then closes the door behind her, and I hear her locking it from the inside.

I sit by myself on the little love seat sofa for a while, just staring out into space, thinking about what just happened.