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On the way out of the building, you paint over the text you wrote on the lobby wall and decide to run another test.

Unclipping the visitor's badge from your shirt, you write Sarah Ferro's Badge on the back and show it to the receptionist. "Whose badge is this?"

"Um, yours?" He looks at you like you're crazy, so you thank him for his time and leave.

"So you can't claim stuff for me?" Sarah asks when you're both outside. "That's a bummer. But can't you do the same thing by claiming it for yourself and then letting people know I'm allowed to use it?"

"Yeah, this would have made it easier though," you say as you get back in your car. "Anyway, have you called Tiffany yet? I meant what I said about her."

"Didn't have a chance to," she tells you. "You've kept me busy since I got home from school. Do you mind if I call her right now?"

"Go ahead," you tell her and start driving.

Sarah scrolls through her contact list until she finds Tiffany's entry and calls her. Tiffany answers before the first ring is over, and from the half of the conversation that you overhear it sounds like she's glad she did. The girls immediately make plans to have dinner together, and watch a movie or something. You're not sure because you've already tuned them out to think about your own sex life. Maybe you should pop over to Kelly's and make it official after dinner tonight.

As you approach your neighborhood you zone back in and remember something. "Hey Sarah? You might want to change into that pair of crotchless panties we bought at the mall before you go out tonight."

"Hmm? Why?" She asks you.

"Well, if you're hoping to get lucky tonight she's going to see how little of you I actually own. I don't know how she'd react to that, and I won't be there to help if things go badly. But if you want to tell her the truth - just about that, not everything! - it's up to you."

"Oh. I'll think about it. Thanks Ryan," she says as she jumps out of the car, which is now parked in your driveway. She hurries inside and you follow her, but while she runs upstairs you walk into the kitchen.

Your mom is sitll wearing the pink underwear from earlier, but she's put her apron back on to work the stove. Without saying anything, you walk up behind her and kiss her neck while reaching around to grab her massive udders.

"Oh, Ryan," she startles when your boner pokes her in the ass through your pants. "I was just about to start dinner."

"Don't make too much, Sarah has a date. Speaking of, how did you feel about touching her while you blew me?" You ask her while sliding your hands beneath her apron.

Her answer is noncommittal. "It was just her leg, and then your vagina. How should I feel about it?"

You grunt in annoyance, of course she wouldn't see what the big idea was. "I mean how would you feel about touching the rest of her?"

"Well, I'm straight. I do know how boys like to watch women with each other, I suppose I wouldn't mind doing that for if it turns you on. But does it have to be Sarah?"

You roll her soft nipples between your fingers and pinch them gently. "Would you prefer Mrs O'Brien?"

"No!" She exclaims. "It would ruin our friendship. And it wouldn't be smart to let people know I'm letting my son get intimate with me."

"Then Sarah is kind of the only option, mom."

"Not true, you could bring home someone who doesn't know us. Go to a bar and get us a one-night-stand if you want to see me with another woman."

"Well I'm glad you believe in my ability to seduce strangers," you laugh, knowing how easily you could do exactly that.

"Why wouldn't I? You're a handsome young man, handsome enough to seduce his own mom at any rate."

"You seduced me!" you exclaim, but that only strenthens her conviction.

"Yeah, because you're irresistible. What, are you too shy to ask out a woman if she doesn't throw herself at you?"

"Yeah, that's it mom," you say sarcastically. "I'll see you for dinner, alright? There's something I gotta do first."

You retreat to your room and call Kelly, informing her that you'll be sharing her bed tonight and you expect her to open the door wearing something sexy. Your order to talk flirtatiously is still in effect, which adds a comical note to her **** answer. "I'll let my husband know he's sleeping on the couch, cutie."

Then you go online to see what's new. Copies of the news broadcast you interrupted have already been uploaded to various sites and are going viral. Something tells you this will have repercussions, but you'll cross that bridge when you reach it. Right now, you just want to get your grub on.