Danielle's Mom

After Dani hid under the bed and I adjusted the towel to hide my still semi-hard member, I reached for the door knob and opened the door. To my surprise, delight and dismay was Marianne, Danielle’s mom. She was dressed in a sheer white sundress with spaghetti straps, showing off her incredible tan. Her buxom breasts lifted the dress away from her lithe body so that it flowed as she strode into the room, even though I didn’t invite her in.

“I was on my way down to the salon to get my hair done, but I wanted to stop in and check in on you.” She walked right by me and I could see the outline of her body through the sheer fabric as the morning sun made the dress practically transparent. I could tell she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. I almost panicked when she sat on the bed directly above her hiding daughter.

“I’m doing fine,” I choked. “I was just getting ready to get dressed. We were going to take Matt out for breakfast before we changed into our tuxes.” I made my way towards the dresser to fetch some clothes to change into.

Marianne stopped me. “The real reason I’m here, is because I wanted to talk to you. Now sit down right here.” She pulled me down onto the bed next to her so that our bodies were touching. Her bare leg was brushing mine, her arms were holding me still, and my cock was tenting the loosening towel. Her eyes were hypnotizing as I listened to what she had to say.

“I’ve always liked you. I’ve always wanted you as my son-in-law.” She loosened her grip on my arm and slowly traced her fingers down to my hand, which was resting on my thigh. “You have a certain quality that drives women wild.” Her hand drifted past my hand, and past the towel to rest on my bare knee, where she gently squeezed.

My cock was rock hard now, and all it would take would be a gentle tug on the towel, to expose me in all my nudity. However, Marianne kept staring into my eyes, hypnotizing me with her stare and her womanly scent filling my nostrils.

“I want you to do me a favor,” she asked