Ah, young love. Wait, is someone outside?

Samantha leaned into Roy, savoring the moment, feeling him go soft inside of her. "I've waited for that for far too long."

Roy chuckled. "So I guess you liked it then?"

Samantha looked into his eyes and smiled. "Well, so far, I only have one case study. So, maybe we could expand that list?"

"Absolutely. Just uh..." Roy grimaced. "Give me some time to recover."

Samantha nodded, blushing. "Right! The refractory period! I know that. I read about it." Roy had to admit, the way he could make her stumble over her words was kinda cute. "B-but, I am serious about this. This isn't a one time thing, right?"

Roy kissed her, then whispered into her ear, "You've got me for as many days as you like."

She smiled, but it wasn't long before her smile turned to a look of shock. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"The thing that sounded like a car door slamming," she clarified.

Roy turned white as a sheet. "Uh, Samantha? What time was your mom supposed to get home?"

For a moment, they both sat there as the realization hit, frozen in fear, before Samantha jumped off him and ran towards her room in the back of the house, grabbing her glasses and pile of clothes mid stride. Roy quickly pulled up his pants, and jumped behind the couch to quickly put on his shirt. Luckily, the couch faced the front door. Specifically, it faced their TV that was mounted on the wall to the left of it. At the very least, he could hide behind the back of the sofa in a pinch.

A moment later, the front door opened, and as Roy peeked over the furniture, in strode a woman. She looked to be in her late thirties or early forties, but she certainly looked good regardless. She was wearing a simple blouse and classic mom jeans, with sandals and a pair of amber colored sunglasses. One look at her face, or her body for that matter, would confirm her relation to Samantha. She had a short haircut, with swept over bangs, like every other suburban mom from the last twenty years. Her hair was a dark lavender, darker than Samantha's, but similar. Her breasts were enormous, but not quite as big as her daughters; if Samantha wore an H cup, Roy surmised, she was more in the realm of F. She was probably a good foot shorter than Samantha too; her tall genes must've come from her father's side. And while Mrs. Haddonfield had the same deep blue eyes as her daughter, she shared none of Samantha's freckles, her skin showing a light tan instead.

If Roy wasn't desperately trying to get his shirt back on, he'd probably note that Mrs. Haddonfield had been changed by Samantha's transformation; the woman Roy knew certainly didn't look this good. But scientific inquiry could wait until after he escaped the house without embarrassing himself.

She set down her purse on a nearby end table, and placed her sandals neatly in a nearby shoe holder. Before she could get far into the room, she noticed Roy peeking over the furniture. "Roy?" she asked, her voice a shade deeper than Samantha's. "What are you doing?"

Roy sheepishly stood up, his T-shirt back in place. "Oh, nothing, Mrs. H, just uh... hiding behind a couch."

"Uh huh," she replied, a smirk on her lips. "And where oh where is that daughter of mine, if you're out here?"

Roy's mind blanked. He could have easily said she was in her room. He could have said she left for the restroom. He could have even said he didn't know. What he did say was, "She went to the... pudding... store. For pudding."

Roy slapped himself inside of his mind. Apparently, he used up the last of his smoothness while fucking Samantha.

Mrs. Haddonfield, though Roy knew she usually went by Katherine, simply laughed at Roy's outrageous lie. "It's fine, Roy, I'm not upset with her or anything. Just curious as to why she had you over today." She began to move into the house, heading towards the kitchen, when something caught her eye. A very large bra was still sitting on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. She looked up at Roy, confusion on her face, but before she had a chance to mull that over, however, she smelled the lingering stench of their recent lovemaking. Her confusion turned to shock.

As she stared at Roy, he stared back at her. They spent a moment like that, like two duelists at high noon, silently waiting for the other to make the first move.