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.

going to be

it's just...." she

with a resounding crack, startling her into silence. "I think 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,

her head in defeat and muttered,

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

I... 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 have a mind

panties. As she stepped out of them, she got a whiff of

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

responded, "I'm sorry, Greg.

to make sure you're telling 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

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

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

hung low as

done. Leave your shirt like that. Now, with both hands, you WILL grasp the sides of your skirt and slowly pull it

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