A towel it is

I carefully wrap the purple fluffy towel around my big breasts, then rush out, with bounce breasts, and down the stairs. There is Mike, burly, muscled, with arms thicker than most men’s legs. His pants bulge out at the crotch. He is standing at the foot of the stairs, talking to Mother.

“Pardon the towel. I was just…” Right, what do I say now? I have a man I just fucked in my bed. I hope I got all the cum wiped off my legs.

Mike leers at me and says, “I was in the neighbourhood and wanted a quick easy fuck so I thought of you.”

Oh, my God, he said it so openly and brazenly. I know that is his attitude and I want him to pound it into me, but secretly. What will Mother say? What will she think of me?

Mother commented, “Oh, It’s wonderful that you are so popular. Will you have a threesome with Mike and Jack?”

Ah, right, my recent wish that being slutty just meant that one is popular. It really has changed the world. I had better go with it.

“Would you like to come up to my busy bed or take me right here on the stairs?” I am bluffing, of course. He really wouldn’t take me here in front of Mother. Would he?

What will Mike choose?