Pretty well for your standards

As I walked into her house, I wasn't really sure what I was expecting. Right next to the front door was a carpeted staircase leading upstairs to what I assumed were bedrooms. Along the wall that held the staircase, there were two closed doors, most likely a closet and a bathroom. To my left there was a living room furnished with just two couches and a TV attached to the wall. Further down was a simple dining room. The house smelled slightly of mint and sage, and the walls were painted in a very light green with even lighter green accents at the base and height. All in all, the house felt relatively homely.

"Come this way Josh" Mrs. Yang said.

"Alright" I replied, sowing the thoughts of slight attraction and arousal towards me. Those thoughts would soon flourish into feelings for me.

She led me through the small dining room, around the corner and into the kitchen. It was a simple kitchen with a small breakfast bar towards the back. A little farther there was a door that I could only assume led out into the garage.

“What kind of tea would you like?” Mrs. Yang asked me.

“Surprise me” I said. I’d never any kind of tea other than the stuff you get out of vending machines.

She walked to the other side of the breakfast bar and set some water to boil. She turned around to grab some tea from a high cabinet. I admired her plump ass as she strained to reach a glass jar filled with dried leaves.

‘He’s watching you,’ I thought to her, ‘he’s admiring your ass’

She stopped for a moment and held still. She then quickly grabbed the glass jar and pulled some of the leaves out. She continued to toil away preparing the tea, all the while under my watchful gaze. My eyes roamed from her small but perky chest, to her fat ass.

I made her drop a second jar of what seemed like dried fruit. It didn’t break, but some of the jar’s content did spill onto the ground. She cursed under her breath and bent down to pick them up. I walked around to the other side of the breakfast bar and helped her pick up the strange fruit.

“Here let me help” I said. I sent the mental message to make her horny, hornier than she was back when she was single and in high school.

She stopped completely in her tracks, not saying a word. I noticed a slight discoloration in her pants, and I quietly smiled to myself. As I picked up the remaining pieces, I brushed my shoulder against her lower leg. I could literally see straight through her pants. She didn’t seem to be wearing any panties. When I stood back up, I noticed that she was still bent over, shaking madly and sweating.

“Is everything ok Mrs. Yang?” I said. I put a hand on her lower back, probably too low for any normal situation.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine," she said, her voice trembling.

"Are you sure? you're sweating bullets, and you're skin feels like it's on fire," I said, pressing the advantage, "Are you feeling sick?"

"N-no, I'm fine" She said as she walked back over to the stove where she was boiling the water.

After the water finished boiling, Mrs. Yang poured the hot water into a pot with the tea and left it to steep. She then excused herself to the bathroom, leaving me alone to think about my next move.