A wink for good luck

A slow turn of the head, just to get one last look as Mrs. Sinfast in action. The gorgeous curves of the mature futa kneeling over the slotched asleep body of larry. Her gold jewelry glows faintly in the dark over two perfect plump breasts. Her face.. staring right at you. Your heart stops again, samantha smirks at you and gives a wink. One hand quickly stroking her long cock onto larrys back. The other hand tosses you his glasses.

Scrambling you grab the glasses and rush off without another look. As quick as you can you rush into the bathroom. Stripping like a man possessed you get your clothing off and squeeze into larrys. You think this all feels a little silly right as you hear the bellowing voice of rachel.

"Lets go boys! Now!"

With a mad dash you rush down the stairs and are greeted with a confused lisa, sarah, rachel, donna, matt, alec, and greg.

"Oh.. doug you changed?" Lisa asks confused.

"Whats with the glasses dude?" Asks matt.

Thinking quick you decide on a lie, "oh sorry just thought id get into my pajamas." You glance around at the confused group until your eyes fall onto sarah underskirts. Her mouth ajar and a mad look of desire in her eyes.

"Ok who will be your assistant sarah?" Asks donna unable to shake the confusion of your appearance.

Sarah abruptly shouts, "Lar... i mean doug! Yeah im sure hes good with his hands. Come on doug, rest of you have fun." Before she turns to walk into the kitchen you swear you see a smear of something wet on the front of her pants.

She pushes her way into the kitchen and you follow as rachel explains the rules of the game to the others. Depsite to old style doors to the kitchen it is very modern compared to the rest of the house. White walls with pink accent are bright next to new stainless steel appliances. A large farm style wood table in the center seems out of place with the modern shine of the rest. On the white counter there are several bags and assorted equipment for baking.

Mrs. Underskirt turns to you her face in a jubilant grin. Your eyes stay locked on the front of her pants.. secretly hoping to see more. Her gaze follows yours to the spot.

"Oh no oh my," she turns a slight pink in her cheeks. "I must of spilt something earlier on myself let me go get changed."

"Oh no mrs. Underskirt its no problem." You tell her.

"No no ill just put an apron on." She disappears behind a closest door. You hear some rustling before sarah emerges.

Sarah underskirt was clearly naked under the apron. Only her pink hairband remained from her previous outfit. She tied the pink apron extremely tight allowing all her curves to look more profound. She is very sexy considering she most likely is the older mom.

"Oh but.. ms. Underskirt you.. have no clothes on." You stutter at her.

She turns and dims the lights. "Well ill just have to stay behind you and dont call me mrs. Underskirt. Now grab the eggs and break 4 into a bowel." You do as she says keeping your eyes down. Her body slightly pushes into you from behind. "Oh careful theres a a shell, ill get it." Her voice whispers into your ear. "If you do a good job ill let you lick the beaters."

You blush slightly, "what are we making? Cream?"

"Oh no, ive got months of cream saved up for you." Something thick pokes you from behind, sarahs hands move to the next task. The bowl filling with something sweet.

"Umm mrs.. i mean sarah.. uh.. did you decide what i should call you?"