"What is it?" asked Ben.
"I'm guessing Jennifer didn't tell you because she didn't want to make you uncomfortable," Mrs. Rayburn explained with a mild smile, "but we have a rule in our house that we only take our bottoms off around guests if they're also comfortable taking off their bottoms. It's to make sure we don't make our guests uncomfortable. So I'm going to have to ask you to take off your pants and underwear."
Ben was surprised: Mrs. Rayburn was just doing the usual rationalization that Jennifer had been doing before, but he hadn't expected his wish to have this effect. "Um, really?" was all he could manage.
"I just want to make sure you really are comfortable with Jennifer showing off," answered Mrs. Rayburn, without any hint of guile. "Otherwise, I'll ask Jennifer to put on a skirt at least."
Jennifer turned her head to look at Ben, with a guilty expression on her face. Could Jennifer have thought that she was imposing on Ben or taking advantage of him? Was she *actually* taking advantage of him in this situation? This was getting weird.
Ben cut off his thoughts and threw caution to the wind. "Okay, I'll take off my pants and briefs," he responded. He nudged Jennifer to stand up, and got off the couch to take off his jeans.
Mrs. Rayburn smiled from the stairwell. "Thanks," she said. "It's nice to see Jennifer hanging around with boys with such good manners." She walked upstairs.
"MOM," Jennifer complained loudly, the juices from her pussy slowly dribbling down her legs, "don't embarrass me! Sorry," she apologized to Ben. "You know -- moms..."
Ben stood up from taking off his briefs. "Don't worry," he said, "it's fine." His manhood stood up proudly from his groin. Jennifer looked down at it with a smile. It occurred to Ben that what was sauce for the goose was very quickly going to become sauce for the gander. |