Prom Bombshell

Elias shows up in a tux, corsage in hand, ringing the doorbell like a damn prom poster boy. Tracy’s mom Kiki opens the door, takes one look, and her face drops—half sorry, half judging. She tells him flat out: Tracy already split for prom, rode off with some other guy. No call, no heads-up, just ghosted him like a prick. Elias just stands there gut-punched. Kiki sighs; she thought she’d raised her kid better. Pity twists into something sharper. She shrugs, then offers to fix it—says if he still wants pussy tonight, hers is on the table. Promises tit action, too: she’ll shove her tits together, let him slide his dick between them, fuck them raw, then paint them white when he blows.