Mrs. Allen and Nicky

Walking into the kitchen you see the other two Allen girls. Mrs. Allen is at the kitchen island, cutting some vegetables. Her hair is pulled up in a bun but a few strands have fallen free to frame her face. She's wearing a simple, powder blue, v-neck, t-shirt that's stretched across her chest and a form fitting khaki skirt that falls mid-thigh but are still short enough to reveal plenty of her toned legs. Nicky is talking to her, sitting on the counter top. She has her hair pulled back into a ponytail and is wearing a retro, black, concert, t-shirt with tight, jean shorts. "Hi Mrs. Allen. Hi Nicky. I know you said I didn't need to bring anything, but I couldn't come empty handed" you say offering the bottle of wine.

"Thank you David, you didn't have to do that" Mrs. Allen says. "It's a white? Why don't you put it in the wine fridge, dear. We've already got one opened. Would you like a glass?"

"Yeah, please. That'd be great."

Mrs. Allen does the honor of pouring you a glass, handing it to you. Sipping deeply and letting the **** calm your nerves, you begin to relax as you notice Mrs. Allen acting perfectly normal, chatting with her daughters about their day, as she finishes preparing dinner. "Things might be fine after all" you think to yourself. "We'll just act like nothing ever happened. She probably just got caught up in the moment and wants to forget about it too."

The talking continues and it isn't long before dinner is almost ready. "Girls, why don't you two get the table set for me. David, it looks like we've finished the first bottle of wine. Why don't you open up the one you brought over and pour everyone a fresh glass. I think it'll go well with what we're having."

"Sure Mrs. Allen." The girls leave the room to do as they were told and you turn to grab the bottle of wine from the fridge, but as you bend forward to reach for it, you're stopped in your tracks as you feel a hand grab your ass cheek.

A throaty whisper reaches your ear "Such a firm ass David, very nice." Quickly turning around, you face Mrs. Allen who's staring at you with a devious grin on her face. "I loved having your cum working into my pussy this afternoon, David. I was wet all day thinking about your cum in my panties and what we did in front of each other. I think you can tell that I haven't said anything to Tia about what I caught you doing, and if you'd like to keep it that way, you'll do what I tell you the rest of the night. Am I understood?"

Completely caught off guard, all you can do is nod your head in agreement.

"Good." Reaching for the counter to grab a plate of food, she smiles at you. "Would you like to know what panties I have on right now, David?"

Your dick swells in your pants and a smile forms on your lips as you realize what's happening. "Yeah, Mrs. Allen. Why don't you tell me." you say.