She doesn't. And there's.....trouble?
From Torg Adventure
"Don't you even try, young lady," Jackie's mom said sternly. The blood froze in Tom's veins and he could only stare, unable to even roll off Jackie the rest of the way.
"..Mom..." Jackie started, not even trying to cover her still-glistening sex or her cum-streaked body up from the eyes of her enraged mother. Tom felt his dick shrink down like he'd just gotten out of a frozen river.
"Don't you dare," Jackie's mom said sternly. It was that mother tone that makes everyone back down; the young, the old, even people that aren't related to the mother in question. People like Tom. He couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a tight blouse that strained slightly at the buttons, the blue fabric looking like it could tear away from the tender pieces of plastic holding it closed at any second. If she was wearing a bra under that shirt, it was an expensive one; Tom couldn't make out any straps or lines under the shirt. Her pants were a longer version of Jackie's khaki shorts. They hugged her tight thighs down to the knee where they flared out, the bottoms were just inches above the ground, revealing the stiletto of at least a 3-inch heel.
Apparently, there was some life left in Tom's dick as he drank in the body of this raven-haired sex pot.
"Jackie, to your room. Now." She knew she'd been beaten and so she retreated without another argument. Tom's eyes followed her up the stairs and he noted she was wiping his cum up with a finger and as his eyes turned to Jackie's mom, he heard the finger pop noisily out of her mouth as she sucked it clean.
"And you. Pick your shit up off my stairs and sit your ass in my kitchen. I don't care how old you are, I'll call your mother and make your life hell from this point forward, son. Move it," she said, practically spitting venom. She turned and moved to the front of the house where the kitchen was and Tom quickly did as she asked, but he couldn't help but notice there was a very sexy swing in her ass. It was the kind of swing that she put on when she knew Tom was watching and Tom knew she wanted to be watched.
He didn't bother putting his clothes back on, he just followed those swaying twin globes and thought how much he'd like to sink his teeth into them, and every inch of flesh around them.
The Kitchen Discussion
