John was bent over the book, studying it for anything he missed, when a sound came from the door. "Tsk. Tsk" He whirled around only to find his fake mother in clothes his real mother would never have worn. Lace that was somewhere between panties and a thong, and an open robe, her large breasts clear to view. He couldn't help but gulp, cock hardening in record time.
The woman swayed over to him and looked at the book, instinctively moving between her and the book. She hid a laugh behind a hand. "So protective. You think I can get past you? This body is so soft and loving, not made for scrapping."
"Wh-who are you?" John asked her wearily.
She smirked at him. "Why I'm Fyre Reid." Rubbing just under her chest sensually. "At least right now. I used to be a gang whore, relieving the big boys from hard work. Honestly it wasn't that bad, wasn't like, abused or poor or anything, just was bored. Wanted something new."
"And my mother has to suffer for it?" John sneered.
"That's it!" She declared and stepped away, confusing him. "Like I said, this body is all soft, you'll scare me like this, big and strong man. I won't say anything else."
John growled but wasn't sure what to do, he didn't want to hurt her, especially when he planned on getting his mother back one day. Sinfully she gave him an out. "But you seem so ****, and you are SUCH a good son. Fine, strip." He stiffened under her smirk. "Naked, that way I know you won't run away and don't have any weapons." She dropped her robe and bounced in place. "See? Just like me." She kicked off her panties as she said it.
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