Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Owning My Friend's Mom: EP3

"Oh, I'm sorry mom. I'm heading to the early show with Carol and Joan. I gotta run. I hope you don't mind?" she asked.

"Uh.... no I suppose that's OK. Make sure you grab something to eat there then. Don't just fill up on popcorn, alright?" she admonished.

"OK, mom," she replied sheepishly.

"See ya, Greg," she hollered as she ran out the door.

"Well, I guess it's just going to be you and me for supper, Greg," Mrs. Clark announced.

"I guess so." Putting a serious look on his face, Greg pressed on with the plan. "You know, Mrs. C., you really didn't set a good example for your daughter this evening. You knew the right thing to do, yet you procrastinated and stalled in doing it. Was this how you want your daughter to act, Mrs. C?" Greg demanded.

"Well..... no. Of course not, Greg." she replied.

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you've dug a deep enough hole for yourself. You don't want to make it any worse by continuing to argue. What would your daughter think if she could see you now, arguing like

Mrs. Clark bowed her head in defeat

be Mrs. C., now as a consequence of your actions you are going to march into that bathroom," pointing to the one just off the kitchen, "and remove your bra and panties. You will then march back

anymore, or what to think, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and started responding without her even realizing

process of pulling down her panties. As she stepped out of them, she got a whiff of something and realized, with a shock, that it was the smell of her arousal. Looking at

making eye contact, she dropped her bra and panties into his outstretched hand. Greg casually placed the bundle of undergarments on the table beside his plate, where they both could see them. He hoped it would help to keep Mrs. Clark off balance, since the most daring part of his plan came next. He looked at Mrs. Clark and liked what he saw. He could clearly see the outline

a child, Mrs. Clark responded, "I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean

me the truth. I need to know that you're serious about being a good role model for your daughter. You could have just given me an old pair of underwear you

Clark just hung her head in defeat. She didn't know if she could resist the urges in her body, even

undo the buttons on your blouse and pull the material apart, so that

neck and onto her shoulders. Her head hung low as she found it completely impossible to look up and make any sort of eye contact with Greg. When at last she had them all undone, and with obviously shaking hands, she slowly pulled

WILL grasp the sides of your skirt and slowly pull it up to your waist. That way, I will be able to confirm that you have done the