Suddenly, I was shaken by this voice. No, she wasn’t a girl. I opened my eyes to see the familiar blonde-haired woman. She was Ms. Anderson. I fell back onto the floor, completely shocked. It was James’ mother. I just molested my best friend’s mother. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured on me. I just stayed on the floor with my jaw floored and my eyes wide open.
What. The. Fuck!
She looked at me with a serious expression, her face flushed with bright red cheeks. She was a really gorgeous woman with porcelain skin and blonde hair, like some Greek goddess. If I were to compare her, she might be Kelly Lynch. But her breasts were bigger, and she had very thick thighs.
Fuck! I was getting horny again. After my mother, she was the second woman I had a crush on ever since I was young. She always treated me with such kindness and love, just like James.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Ms. Anderson. I didn’t know. I…I thought you were some girl from last night.”
I apologized again and again, but she stared down at me. I looked down and noticed that I was stark naked, and my nine-inch little brother stood like a scout at attention. Not to brag, but I had well-developed muscles from years of working out and running and, like I said, work demands. Then I pulled the sheet and covered myself, apologizing again.
Her hair was a little roughed up, and her robe rose up to her waist, showing her lacy panties.
“I’m sor-” She got up and placed her finger on my lips and said, “Shhhhh, that’s okay. It was my mistake too.”
Her mistake? I didn’t understand.
She adjusted her robe and said, “Now get up and dress yourself.”
Then she walked out of the room, leaving me baffled and stunned.
My eyes never left her round ass, which swung right and left as she walked out. The satin robe could only reach up to her thighs, her calves and a little bit of her thighs were bare for my eyes to gawk at. Damn! Here we go, with my horny thoughts.
But why didn’t she say anything, even though I felt her up and groped her? Heaving a sigh, I got up. I looked at the note. It was from James saying that he had left. He left early in the morning with his girlfriend. He had already said that he would go in the early morning. It seemed like he had said that he informed his mother, who came in last night, about my stay here.
I wore my shorts and a tee and went downstairs. Caren Anderson was in the kitchen.
She noticed me coming down the stairs and said, “Lucas, come have breakfast with me.”
They have a maid, Portia, who takes care of housework and prepares food for them, and thanks to her, we had a great week with the food. We often got her maid services when we were in the house. I was still unable to look her in the eye. I sat at the table, and Portia brought me breakfast, bacon, eggs, and orange juice.
We ate in silence. It was awkward, and I really didn’t know what to say. I knew for a fact that she wasn’t angry, and her expression while leaving the room was quite interesting too. It was my best friend’s mother I was talking about. I knew that I shouldn’t have been thinking such thoughts about her. I am an immoral bastard who thought about my mother like that. Why wouldn’t I have lustful thoughts about a gorgeous woman like Caren? Even James said that if she wasn’t his mother, he would have done her multiple times already. Yeah, drunk talk between buddies.
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