Don't mess with Mumm !

“What’s going on here?” insisted Ms Thornton rather annoyed to be stuck behind her own shop door. “Gwen, are you ok? Why this dammed door is closed? Open it right away!”

Hearing her name and recognising her mother, Gwen first reacted standing up in an almost mechanic way and trying desperately to find some clothes to put on.

At the edge of a panic attack, she answered her mum and shacked up Kim exhorting her not to stay naked. She glared at me still in the nude ready to tell me to run but as if reading my mind, lowered her eyes and didn’t say anything.

My cock was slowly but surely coming back to life as the situation was more a thrill than a threat for me. I didn’t give a shit to Gwen or her bride-to-be friend and even less to their MILF mummies. Quite the opposite, I thought to myself “that could be fun”.

While both girls were frantically putting some clothes on and Gwen was opening the door, grabbing my pants and tee-shirt, I got dressed up and move on the side behind the door.

Ms Thornton, still upset to have been locked up, yelled again at her daughter and even at Gwen complaining over and over on her responsibility in running the shop, the girls’ foolishness, the customers always demanding… then stopped short when she realized my presence. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my shop?” she dropped still annoyed by the whole situation but somewhat impressed by my so domineering appearance almost as if I owned the place.

Gwen promptly tried to intervene but I was already shaking Ms Thornton hand introducing myself as John the famous athlete from our campus and explaining that we were preparing a big surprise for Kim wedding. Quite taken aback by my unexpected little speech, she looked at the two dishevelled girls, shot me a dirty look and replied “and what big surprise that is?”..

“First It won’t be a surprise anymore if we tell and then you don’t want to know” I snap back and pulled back the two dead pale girls. Sniggering and holding tight both girls “Anyway, I’m not sure you can handle it as those two sluts had unless you bitch wanted to prove me wrong”.

Clearly shocked now, Ms Thornton remained stoic. Brad, her husband would never dare speak to her in such fashion not even to perform the slightest bit of sexual act. Yet here was this black young man whom prior to this moment she never dreamed anything would happened between them challenging her on what seems more and more sexually implicit.

“What have you done Gwen? Why is this young man so cocky (no pun intended)? WTF I'm supposed to catch here? Babbled Ms Thornton, now clearly disconcerted by the way things were going.

Her questions were followed by an awkward silence as Gwen face was scarlet-red and Kim was avoiding looking her friend mother. I then decided to make my move..