Her mother

Sarah opens the door and who comes in is a beautiful bombshell of a woman. She is tall enough you have to tilt your head slightly up to make eye contact and very curvaceous. Her golden hair is shoulder length and looks like it shines. She has red eye shadow and redder lipstick. She wears an orange dress with yellow streaks along the skirt that caresses her hips. Her breasts were quite large, you assume she's at least an f cup. You have never once met this woman before, but now you are.

"This is my mother." Sarah announces. You were shocked by that. Its unbelievable that these two are related.

"Mother, this is John. He's the pet I've told you about last night." Sarah introduces you to her. Her mother then walks up to you to shake your hand. Oh my, she has such soft skin. Focus! Try to say hello at least.

"H-hello, its nice to meet y-you." You stammer. Smooth. Real smooth. Luckily, she smiles at you in response. Good lord her smile just makes her look angelic! Calm down! You shake your head a little to think properly. She withdraws her hand and places it on her hip.

"Hello John, its nice to meet you too. You can call me Rebecca." She introduces herself. Her voice kind of sounds like Sarah's, but much more mature. Meanwhile, Sarah guides her mother to the couch.

"Please mother, have a seat. John and I will get you something to drink. " She gestures to the couch. Rebecca sits down, causing her breasts to jiggle.

"Oh you're too sweet, both of you. I'll make myself comfortable her." Rebecca says.

Sarah then grabs you by the arm and leads you to the kitchen. You don't know why she had to come with you to get something to drink, but she seamed worried about something, so you went along. As you enter the kitchen, Sarah lets you go. She whispers to you.

"Ok John, we have lemonade right?" She asks.

"Y-yes. Is that her favorite?" You ask.

"Yes, so go fix her a glass. We are going to talk about a "training' plan for you."

"Wait, that's why you dragged me in here? Why did you have to-" You ask.

"Don't question it! Now get the lemonade for the three of us!" Sarah cuts you off as she walks out of the kitchen. She's being weird for some reason. Regardless, you got lemonade to serve. You get the pichure of lemonade you have in the fridge and set it out. As you get the glasses and the ice, you overhear a part of the conversation Sarah and Rebecca are having.

"So is he your new boyfriend Sarah? I know you were meaning to break up with that football brute you spend time with." Rebecca asks. You know who she's talking about too. Roger, the school's football captain. He's not really that bad, except when Sarah bosses him around. Those two breaking up wouldn't be the worst thing in the world honestly.

"Mother! Not so loud, please. He might hear you." Sarah says. She sounds flustered. You hold in a burst of laughter from her reaction.

"Also, he's my 'pet'. Remember how you told me about the 'pet' you had in college? Well John is that for me."

"Oh I see. I still think you should date him instead. He's much more polite than Robert, and he's a handsome one too."

"It's Roger mom. Yes, I do plan on dumping him, but not with John!"

"Oh, I get why you called me now. You want my help in 'training' him then. But I must know. If you don't plan on dating him, why are you wanting to make him your 'pet'?"

"Because I need to put him in his place, that's why. He just deserves it. I can't really explain why, but he just does.!"

You hear Rebecca muffle a laugh.

"What?" Sarah asks.

"Oh nothing. Just seeing my daughter as a woman who's driven by her needs." Rebecca states. It sounds like she understands something that Sarah doesn't.

"Please mother, can we just drop the relationship stuff?"

"Of course dear. I'll help you too. I've developed a few training methods over the years, and I know one of them will work on him."

"Thank you mother. You're the best!"

"Its no problem at all sweetie. Now, let me pull out my notebook and we'll see which one is best for him."

That whole conversation you eavesdropped has left you with more questions than answers. Deciding that you'll worry about it later, you place the drinks on one of the trays mom keeps around and bring them to the living room.