Little conversation

Linda returned shortly, carrying a tray of freshly baked cookies and two mugs of tea. Placing the tray on the coffee table, she leaned over, giving Brian a view of her cleavage stretched over her open sweater.

She could smell the stench coming from Brian even stronger, but she tried with all her might not to show disgust

"That's it, sweetie! I hope you like chocolate chip cookies. It's my specialty!"

She sang happily, settling down next to Brian on the couch. The cushions sagged under her weight and she leaned against him slightly. Linda didn't seem to notice this, busy pouring tea.

"So tell me all about you and my son! Are you in the same class at school?"

She asked brightly, turning to face Brian with a curious expression. In doing so, she inadvertently gave him an even more generous view of her sweater.

Brian's eyes widened as Linda leaned over, giving him an enticing view of her deep cleavage. He breathed in deeply, catching another whiff of her sweet perfume which mingled unpleasantly with his own ripe body odor. Brian shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants as he felt Linda's soft curves press against him.

"Oh yeah, we're real close..."

He muttered, voice dripping with innuendo. Brian reached out a pudgy hand to grab a cookie, his fingers brushing against Linda's as he did. He took a big bite, crumbs falling onto his stained shirt.

"Mmm, these are great Mrs. L. Almost as sweet as you,"

Brian said with a lascivious grin, openly ogling her chest.

Linda blushed at the compliment, fluttering her eyelashes demurely. She was completely oblivious to the sexual undertones in Brian's words and actions, interpreting everything innocently.

"Oh you flatterer! Aren't you just the sweetest thing,"

She cooed, patting Brian's thigh affectionately. Her hand lingered perhaps a moment longer than strictly necessary before she withdrew it. An unpleasant mixture of sweat and brayan's secretions stuck to her hand. She held it up and sniffed it. For a moment she gave a grimace of disgust, her plump lips pressed together. She quickly removed her hand from her nose and smiled as if nothing had happened

Taking a sip of her tea, Linda crossed her legs, causing her already short skirt to ride up her thick thighs. She seemed unaware of how much skin she was showing as she continued chatting away happily.

"You know, I'm so glad you and my son are such good friends. It means the world to me that he has a nice boy like you in his life. Family is so important, don't you think?"

Brian stuck his tongue out to lick his chapped lips, watching Linda cross her legs as her short skirt scooted upward, exposing even more of her creamy thighs. He could feel his huge, unwashed cock twitching in his pants, straining against the fabric. The pungent aroma of his unwashed genitals intensified as he became more aroused.

"Family is certainly important,"

He agreed, voice low and husky. Brian supposedly placed his hand casually on Linda's ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“You're such a good mom, always taking care of everyone. I wish I'd never had one."

Brian was lying to make this bimbo feel sorry for him.

Linda gasped softly as she felt Brian's hand grope her ass, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked at him with wide, sympathetic eyes, completely misinterpreting his actions and words.

"Oh you poor dear,"

She cooed, reaching out to stroke Brian's greasy hair in a motherly fashion.

"Not having a loving mother must have been so hard for you. Well, you can always come to me if you need someone to take care of you!"

In her naivety, Linda failed to recognize the inappropriate nature of Brian's touch and the lustful gleam in his eyes. She simply saw a troubled young man who needed comfort. Scooting even closer to him on the couch, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pressing her soft, pillowy breasts against his side.