You decide to go to Stacy's because it's your duty to help with the English project. Even though Stacy and yourself live on the same street, you tell the cabbie to drive you in front of her house anyways. You listen to the tunes on the radio until you hit your spot. You pay the cabbie his fee and you're off. You jog towards Stacy's door but you slip, falling into a puddle of mud.
'Shit.' You think to yourself. Your clothes are filled with the mucky residue. Not feeling like going home to change, you knock onto Stacy's large white door. After a few thumps, you hear the sound of a dog barking it's way to the door. You're a little afraid of Stacy's dog. It's a beast. The door finally opens and you see Stacy's mom.
"Hi Dan, come on in," says the greeting buxom blonde, whom wears a red bathrobe. It ends at her soft, athletic thighs. Her hair is soaked and she smells sweet, like soap and shampoo. She must have just gotten out of the shower. Stacy's mom is definitely hot. You sometimes tease her about it.
"What happened here?" She questions you, with her bright, blue eyes piercing yours.
"I slipped outside," you explain to Stacy's sexy mother. She's about 5'6 and is very shapely. Her tits are a c-cup like her daughters, her hips are well defined for a mother of two, and her ass is perfect, she has a nice round one. Her wet, dirty blonde hair falls down past her shoulder blades. She always prompts you to call her Megan. She hates being called Mrs. Garner. It must make her feel old. She's 35 but looks a lot younger.
"Oh, you'd better clean up," she laughs, giggling at your messy situation. You smile back at the hot middle-aged lady.
"You just missed Stacy. She went to the movies." Explains Megan with her blue eyes intensely staring into yours. Her face wears a gentle smile.
"Why don't you wait here? I'm not busy or anything." She smiles. "You could watch TV or something."
"Ummm...Sure." You respond, not feeling quite right about the idea.
"You should get cleaned up first, go upstairs and take a bath." She softy instructs. You feel a little nervous but you comply.
"Okay..." You respond. You walk upstairs, into the washroom. It has a pink design. The drapes, the floor mats, the toilet seat covering, everything is pink. You set the tub up, letting the faucet run, and pouring in some bubble bath mix. You quickly undress and hop into the now half empty tub. Your cock is still rock hard. You haven't managed to release your stress yet. The bath is now completely filled with steamy, hot water and nice smelling bubbles that give off a sweet aroma. You stroke your solid member, you feel so relaxed in the hot tub. Stacy’s mom suddenly interrupts you.
You quickly cover your hard cock with bubbles.
"I just came to get your clothes, they need a good washing," she laughs, while explaining her motives. You just nod your head and close your eyes, enjoying the bath's warm sensation. You feel very relaxed. Beads of sweat drip from your forehead. She hurries out, but to your surprise, she leaves the door open. You feel a cool breeze fill the washroom.
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