The MILF next door takes control

She lives alone, but has frequent visitors, mostly males. She doesn't work, but is obviously quite wealthy. She has reputation of a cougar. She is embodiement of the word 'sex'. Every man wants her. You too. As you are in your younghood, your itch for her is almost painful.

You tried to talk to her several times, but she barely snapped off one or two words. But yesterday you were lucky. While she was uloading stuff from her car, a large bag of groceries tore off and spilled onto the ground just as you were passing by.

You ran over to her and started to collect things from the ground. She initially looked like she was going to help, but when she saw how keenly you were working, she just lit her cigarette, towering above you.

"Those paper bags are just shit. Thank you, it's nice of you."

"Anything for you, lady... miss..."

"Mistress?" she sneered.

"No, yes, I mean..." you mumbled.

"Rather finish your job. There is one more orange behind the wheel," she interrupted you pointing in that direction with the tip of her high-heeled boot.

"Yes, sorry."

Finally you were done filling the groceries into five smaller plastic bags. She picked the smallest and emptiest of them.

"Come, help me with them," she said going to the house. Before you could pack the remaining four, she was standing in front of the door.

"Can you fix things?" she asked looking coldy at your struggle with four bags.

"Yes, of course!" (not so much in fact, but you knew this was your chance, your only chance!)

"Then come tomorrow at 5 PM, sharp. Put the bags here. Bye" she said distantly, turning into the house.

Your "Thank you, goodbye" echoed a bit awkwardly.

So it was yesterday.

Now it's today. At 5 pm, you've entered her house and heard her say "come up, first floor, first door right"

You've ascended the stairs. And now, you've just opened the door...