Stay with Rebecca and her daughter

“If you put it like that, how could I say no?” you reply, grabbing a hand full of her huge tit, fingers disappearing in her pliable chest.

“None of that… Not right now,” she says slapping your hand away and letting go of your crotch, “She’ll be home soon. You need to know a few things… I divorced Sara’s dad three years ago, she desperately wanted us to get back together, but that wasn’t going to happen. I havn’t *had* anyone since, I didn’t want to hurt her. So when you’re… pleasuring me… she can’t know. Her dad is gone now too, it’ll hurt her to find out.”

“I understand,” you say “I can be discreet.”

“Good, now let’s go back downstairs,” she says, walking out of the room.

Heading downstairs you lounge on the comfortable sofa while Rebecca silently clears up and repacks the first-aid kit that earlier opened up a world of possibilities. With the first-aid kit in hand she walks out of the room, and out of sight.

“Mom!” you hear a light delicate voice shout full of relief from the entrance hall.

*”I guess Sara is home”* you think to yourself.

“Hi sweetie!” Rebecca replies with genuine relief “I’m glad you’re back safe, did you find any of your friends?”

“No… They’re all gone,” Sara replies, her voice heavy with sadness, “Mom… Everyone is gone, there’s no one left…”

“It’s okay sweetie, it’s going to be okay,” Rebecca says soothingly “I found someone across the street, a nice young man. He’s been looking for survivors too.”

“You… you did?” Sara replies in her light delicate voice.

“Yes sweetie, come and meet him.” Rebecca says, trying to abate her daughters’ fear.