'greet Ms. Peyama with a hug and kiss on the mouth'

The door swung open, revealing Ms. Peyama, in all her five-foot-four Hawaiian MILF glory. She wore a floral dress that showed her cleavage and slight stomach bulge, a white lacy shawl wrapped around her shoulders and her hair down in loose beachy waves. She smiled at Nate warmly as he entered the room behind him.

He took off his shoes and stepped onto the hardwood floor. Ms. Peyama greeted his parents with a kiss on both cheeks. When Ms. Peyama took a look at Nate and the tent he was pitching in his boxers, her eyes bugged out, but she kept her smile. He wondered why Ms. Peyama wasn't acting surprised or upset by this at all... He looked her up and down, admiring her figure. Then, before he knew it, he found himself walking across the entrance hall towards her, smiling awkwardly as he went, not sure what else to do in this situation except walk up to her and give her a hug. His cock pressed into her dress as he tried to act innocent.

"Nate!" She said with a laugh as he squeezed her tight. "Wow, you're a sight for sore eyes." She said as he kissed her cheek gently, his face still flushed from the **** she had given him earlier.

"Thank you, Ms. Peyama." Nate blushed.

"I hope you all have fun at dinn- ugh!." She said cheerfully before being surprised by Nate suddenly kissing her on the mouth. It happened so quickly that she didn't even have a chance to react as she felt his lips pressing against hers. Nate, however, was surprised when Ms. Peyama stuck her tongue into his mouth, sucking him in deeply, as if trying to devour him whole. Her hands were now squeezing his ass tightly, pulling him in closer. This was too much for Nate to handle with the **** pumping through his system. He pushed his tongue further into her mouth, moaning loudly, then pulled away breathlessly and stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face as Ms. Peyama laughed.

"Nate! The first thing you do after five years is to try to sweep an old lady off her feet like that? Naughty boy!" She said teasingly, still holding him close to her.

He looked at his parents' faces and saw the surprise on their own as well as Ms. Peyama's, but none of them seemed shocked or uncomfortable by it in anyway. Even his father had a smile on his face. So, maybe this is normal? He thought to himself.

Ms. Peyama then released him from her grasp and Nate turned back see Gretchen, Ms. Peyama's daughter, staring at him. She was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, along with a look of disgust. She was probably wondering what in the world Nate had gotten himself into tonight.

He smiled nervously at Gretchen who was watching him carefully, as if waiting for a fight to break out at any moment. He was feeling so strange from the Viagra, he wasn't really sure what to say to her anymore.

Ms. Peyama came up beside him again and hugged him tightly.

"Nate, I have to know... What's with your... Uh... Getup tonight?" She said, gesturing at Nate's boxers.

Nate looked down and saw the wet patch growing on the crotch of his boxers, which must have been leaking precum ever since he had taken the Viagra. It was dark in the entrance hall and he wasn't able to see it until now.

"Oh, um..." He started. "Well... I was... Sweaty... This is my track and field outfit... I'm part of the team...?"

"Ohhh." She said in understanding. "It's okay Nate, you're forgiven." She patted his butt gently as he stared at her breasts through her dress.

Then she looked up at his sister, giving her kisses on the cheek.

"I hope you're all having fun tonight... Dinner's almost done... Can I get you guys anything else? Wine?"

As she spoke, Ms. Peyama reached out with her foot and nudged Gretchen towards Nate.

"Excuse me, I'll be right back." She said to Gretchen.

Gretchen stood there confused for a moment, awkwardly standing in front of her underwear clad childhood friend. The awkwardness was mutual, as Nate couldn't help but notice that Gretchen was still staring at his dick through his boxers, as if trying to figure out where exactly the cum stain was coming from.

Ms. Peyama came back into view with another glass of wine for Nate and then left them alone together. Gretchen looked uncomfortable and was trying not to meet his eyes as she sipped from her glass.

The party moved to the dining room, ready for the main course. However, Nate was slipped another dare card by his mom before he could sit. It read...