He rides home with Amy

Yeah, his chances of making any real progress with Amy weren't great if he shared the car with her mother, but he really needed the money and being able to tutor while getting a lift home would give him more time to work out {if Mrs. Adams>0}, clean Mrs. Adams's pool{endif}, or flirt with Karen. Although, did he really want to flirt with his sister?

"Sorry, Ophelia," he said. "This text is from my mom. She's picking me up." He figured lying would be easier than explaining that another mom would be doing the driving."

"Fine. See you tomorrow, Matt."

He nodded. "I hope so."

Amy's mom drove an oversized SUV and Amy sprawled in the back seat, her trig book open and her homework spread out.

"Get in the back with me," Amy said.

"Hi, I'm Matt." Matt introduced himself to Amy's mom.

Amy's mom was about forty, with legs that looked as long as Amy's but with a little more shape. Amy's mom also had a really nice face and a pair of tits that looked about C cup... and also looked fake. Matt guessed most of the moms in a rich neighborhood like this would have cosmetic surgery to keep themselves looking young and hot for their rich husbands... for fear that they'd be traded in for a newer model.

"Hi Matt." Amy's mom opened her car door and stepped out. As she swiveled in her seat, Matt caught just a quick glance of her red panties beneath her short short skirt. "I'm Mrs. Hartman, Amy's mom, but you can call me Eliza. I'm so glad to meet you. Of course, I know your sister, Karen. She's been super-helpful with the horses and now I hear you're going to help Amy with her math."

"I hope so, Mrs. Hartman. I--"

"Eliza, please."

"Uh, okay. I hope so, Eliza. I did take trig before but I struggled then. But Ms. Chadra has a much better tway of explaining things. Amy really seemed to get it when I helped her this morning."

"Well, I'm glad you're here. I certainly can't help Amy with her math and her dad, well, he's a road warrior. We see him for weekends if we're lucky."

"Some luck," Amy said from the back seat. "Come on, Matt. Sit back here with me and we can start, uh, working."

"And it had better be work, young lady," Eliza said. "Because if I learn you hired Matt just because he's cute, there's not going to be a trip to Europe this summer."

"Mo-o-o-m."

Eliza giggled. "Hop in, Matt. Let's head for home."