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.

that there are going

I.... it's just...."

his hand down on the table with a resounding crack, startling her into silence. "I think you've dug a deep enough hole for yourself. You don't want to

her head in defeat and

one just off the kitchen, "and remove your bra and panties. You will then march back out here and hand them to me. Is that

didn't mean to," she pleaded. Her thoughts were a jumbled mass of confusion. She didn't know what was happening anymore, or what to think, but her body seemed to

the process of pulling down her panties. As she stepped out of them, she got a

the bathroom and hesitantly walked over to Greg. Without 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 of Mrs. Clark's nipples, as they pressed against her blouse, and it only served

"I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean

being a good

defeat. She didn't know if she could resist

so that I can confirm this for myself," Greg directed

blush was now making its way down her 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

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