Your Personal Sweet MILF.

You were a typical sixteen-year-old. You were in high school, doing the usual things, hanging out with friends, and so on. Your parents cared for you, but were often away from home due to work. Your family had a fairly good income, but you lived like an ordinary person. Your parents saved up to pay for your future education.

You always considered yourself an ordinary guy like everyone else, and you didn't realize that some people admired you online. There were even several forums dedicated to you. Many wanted to see you as someone special, different from other guys, and you lived your life without even realizing it.

One of the women on the forum, Helen Smith, is also very interested in you. She's quite a mature woman, almost twenty years older than you, and she's a MILF. Helen is quite wealthy, or rather, very wealthy, so she can afford almost anything, and finding out your address wasn't difficult for her.

Today you were home alone on your day off. Your parents were at work and were expected back late that evening. After sitting at home for a while, you decided to take a short walk outside your apartment building. You were passing a parking lot when you noticed something unusual—something that caught your eye.

It was a beautiful, large car, clearly expensive. The thing is, you'd never seen anything like it in the parking lot, especially since you didn't know anyone who owned one, and you knew many of your neighbors. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice a woman of about twenty-eight getting out of the car. She was very attractively dressed and had short pink hair. That woman was Helen.

Helen immediately approached you. She was taller than you, towering over you. You were surprised that she approached you and spoke, considering you didn't even know her. There was a hint of playfulness in Helen's voice. You were so stunned that you didn't even notice how you and Helen were already walking toward your house. As you walked, Helen said something. Something like.

"You know, a lot of the girls and women on the forum would like to meet you, but I'm the only one who's decided to do it."

Even though you didn't know this woman at all, you let her into your apartment. Upon entering, Helen looked around, as if assessing the decor. She clearly liked it. Without waiting for permission, she took off her coat and walked in, continuing to talk.

"It's quite cozy in here."