Yes, corrupt Mrs Harding

You found that you couldn’t deny the voice and the compulsion that began to grip your body. Turning to Mrs Harding you made sure to flash the ring so that it caught her line of sight. The crimson glow reflected in her eyes and left her transfixed.

“Michael,” she whispered in a voice that was suddenly husky. “You’ve always been so good to my daughter,” her hand rested on your chest and sunk down into your pants, her fingers clasping around your cock. “Let me make you feel good too...”

In a matter of seconds she had knelt down and freed your cock, grinning in appreciation as she spat in her hand and ran it along your length. “Not a boy anymore are you? This is a man’s cock.”

Her motions increased sensuously and then she took the cockhead into her mouth, suckling it playfully while jerking you off.

The duel sensation of her soft hands and her warm mouth grew too much and quickly you found your release. You almost staggered as your balls emptied into the milf’s hungry mouth, but to your surprise she never once hesitated, merely consuming every drop you gave her.

The pleasant afterglow didn’t last long. Mrs Harding blinked once, and then went very pale. She looked at your softening cock and then compressed her lips.

“Oh my god,” she whispered in a weak voice, “what the fuck was I thinking?” Tears filled her eyes, and her whole body trembled. “I’ve known you since you were a kid…and Tina, she…” an expression of abject shame crossed her face, “how could I have fucked up so badly?”

You watched the woman having a breakdown, unsure of what to do. She flinched away whenever you approached, so you settled on leaving.

The walk back home was colder than it had any right to be, while a thousand thoughts of guilt and anxiety filled your head. Yet even as you were troubled, the ring continued to thrum and glow comfortably on your hand.