Side route: Mum has fun.

Your mother and Emily walked down the hallway. You didn't know it, but she had plans for Emily.

Your mother pushed open the door to your room, gesturing grandly as he stepped aside to let Emily enter. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he smirked at the messy space. Emily's eyes widened as she took in the scattered clothes, piles of textbooks, and the unmade bed. She looked like she was trying not to laugh, her lips pursed in a polite smile. As she stepped further into the room, her gaze landed on the poster of your favorite band on the wall, and her eyes lit up. "Oh, I love them!" she exclaimed, taking a step closer to examine the poster more closely.

As Emily's eyes lit up, your mother's face contorted into a fraction of a second of disgust before he quickly masked it with a bright, fake smile. "Oh, yeah! I'm a huge fan too!" he exclaimed, his tone dripping with insincerity. Emily, oblivious to your mother's true feelings, continued to gush about the band, asking your mother about his favorite album and song. Your mother hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure of what to say, before launching into a half-baked speech about how much he loved their "early stuff."

As Emily continued to chat with your mother about the band, her enthusiasm seemed to grow, and she began to gesture more animatedly with her hands. Your mother, still maintaining the fake smile, nodded along, trying to keep up with Emily's infectious energy. In the midst of their conversation, Emily suddenly reached up and grasped the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one fluid motion. The shirt flew off, revealing a black lace bra that struggled to contain the "noticed bulge" you had observed earlier. Your mother's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, the fake smile faltered, revealing a flicker of discomfort.

As Emily's hands moved to the clasp of her bra, your mother's eyes darted towards the door, as if hoping to escape the impending reveal. But it was too late. With a quick flick of her wrists, Emily released the clasp, and the bra slid down her arms, revealing two generous breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Your mother's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he forgot to maintain the fake smile. The room seemed to hold its breath as Emily stood there, her chest bare, and asked in a voice that was almost casual, "So, what do you think?"

As Emily stood there, her chest bare, your mother's eyes remained frozen on her breasts, his face a picture of shock. But beneath the surface, a different reaction was taking place. Your body, was responding to the sudden influx of hormones and stimuli in ways he couldn't control. A flush spread up his neck, and his heart rate quickened as he felt a familiar yet unwelcome sensation stirring in his jeans. His eyes darted away from Emily's chest, only to land on her face, where a mischievous grin was spreading across her features. Your mother's face burned with embarrassment as he realized, to his horror, that he was getting an erection.

As Emily's grin grew wider, your mother's face, still flushed with embarrassment, underwent a sudden transformation. The discomfort and shock that had frozen his features in place began to melt away, replaced by a confident, almost brazen expression. His eyes, which had darted away from Emily's chest in horror, now returned to gaze at her with a newfound boldness. A slow, sly smile crept onto his face, and he took a step closer to Emily, his voice low and husky. "They're beautiful," he said, his words dripping with conviction, as he gazed at Emily's breasts.

Emily's grin grew even wider as she met your mother's gaze, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "You can feel them, if you like?" as she took a step closer to your mother. Your mother's eyes never left Emily's breasts as he nodded. Emily's hands rose to her chest, and she cupped her breasts, her fingers tracing the curves of her skin. "They're sensitive," she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

As Emily's fingers continued to dance across her skin, her eyes never leaving your mother's face, she spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "I think it's only fair, don't you?" she said, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You've seen mine, after all." Your mother's eyes, still fixed on Emily's breasts, seemed to glaze over for a moment, as if he was unsure of how to respond. But then, a spark of confidence seemed to ignite within him, and he nodded slowly, his smile growing wider.

He began to undo the buttons on his jeans. The sound of the buttons popping open seemed to echo through the room, and Emily's eyes sparkled with anticipation. Your mother's hands moved slowly, as if savoring the moment, and he finally pulled his pants down, revealing a pair of white briefs that were strained to capacity, before then sliding them down revealing her penis, your penis, to Emily.

Emily's face lit up with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She took a step closer, her gaze never wavering, and slowly began to kneel down.

Emily's fingers wrapped around his cock. "Do you want me to blow you?"

Your mother nodded. Emily's tongue darted out, tracing the length of the shaft before she took the head into her mouth.

"Ah, God," your mother moaned as Emily's lips formed a tight seal around him. He felt a shiver run down his spine as her tongue swirled around him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

As Emily's lips continued to work their magic, your mother's eyes rolled back in his head, and a low, throaty moan escaped his lips. He couldn't believe this was happening - the girl she'd met earlier, the beautiful and vivacious Emily, was kneeling before him, her mouth wrapped around his cock. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he felt his grip on reality begin to slip. Your mothers original plan had being to just get you a girlfriend, but this was a whole other level.

"This is insane, I'm a married woman, I have a family, what am I doing?"He thought to himself for a second But the pleasure was too great, and he couldn't bring himself to stop it. In fact, he was getting into it, that was of course, until the door came flying open.