Love bites from your shark bully

A serene weekend morning was interrupted by the doorbell. On the threshold stood a tall, stunningly beautiful MILF, and behind her, a similarly gorgeous but shorter girl... your stalker. Instead of her usual oversized sweatshirt, she was wearing a summer dress.

Elena: "So this is him, the young man my daughter..."

Before Elena could finish the sentence, her daughter Keya interrupted her, tugging at her sleeve.

Keya: "Mommy, that's enough, let's go back home!"

There was no trace left of the former bully; only a shamed daughter remained.

Elena: "Go back home? No way, darling. We didn't come all this way just to turn around and walk away. Besides..."

Elena glanced down at your arms, where distinctive, somewhat healed marks from sharp, precise teeth were visible beneath the short sleeve of your t-shirt. Her smile widened even further.

Elena: "...you've been marking him with a lot of activity."

Keya: "Mom! Stop it now!"

Keya, already blushing, turned red all the way to the tips of her ears, while her tail swished wildly behind her. She tried to hide her face in her hands.

Keya: "It just... drives me crazy, okay?! It doesn't mean anything at all!"

Elena: "Of course, of course."

The older shark nodded sweetly, as if talking to a small child, and then fixed her predatory but warm gaze directly on you, bluntly pushing her daughter aside and entering your apartment.

Elena: "Hello, dear. Please forgive this sudden visit, but when a daughter leaves such a mark on a boy, any self- respecting mother is obliged to meet her future son-in-law. My name is Elena. Would you like to invite us in for some tea, or shall we continue discussing shark mating rituals right here in the hallway?"

At that moment, Keya seemed about to sink into the ground, looking at you with both pleading and fury, silently moving her lips: "Don't you dare say a word..."