Your mom seems like she’s avoiding you a little, since New Years. You know you shouldn’t have done it–stroked your cock for her while she told you all those dirty stories, let her stroke you right against her wet, hot pussy–but you’ve never been so turned on! Since that night, you haven’t gone more than 24 hours without jerking it to your memory of that half hour in the bathroom. Or to the images she conjured, of her sucking and fucking like a true slut. So when she comes into your bedroom dressed in a tight skirt and low cut shirt, wearing pantyhose and your favorite of her heels, you have one thing on your mind. It was so hard to listen to her when all you could think about was watching her pussy slide up and down on cock, her tits out and covered in cum…but she was apologizing. Asking if you were ok with what happened, or if you regretted it? You can barely manage to get a full sentence out, how eager you are to assure her you’re fine, that you loved every second of it! She looks pleased, and when you ask her to tell you what she did with the rest of her New Years, she smirks, looks reluctant for a moment, before going into the whole story for you. It turns out Dad’s boss caught up with her, and wanted to know what all the noise in the bathroom was, what you two were doing. You get nervous for a second but she tells you its fine, that he isn’t going to say a word. Stroking your dick, she explains that her outfit is for a job interview, with dad’s firm. To be his boss’ very personal assistant. Since that night, she’s been proving to him she’ll do anything for young, hard cock and hot cum. Even fuck the whole baseball team he coaches! “I have to admit one last thing to you,” she says, stroking your sloppy, spit covered cock, “he told me to do this. He actually wanted me to fuck you, get your cum inside me, then plug myself and let him fuck your cum into my pussy…that’s the interview! But, now that he’s almost here, I think…you should fuck his cum into me! What do you think? Do you want me to be your hotwife, honey?”
