The way to handle it

Eli was still trying to process all this when his mother burst into the attic, nearly knocking over a pile of boxes in her haste. Her face was flushed with concern and anger. "Eli! What on earth is going on up here?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "I've been calling you for almost an hour!"

Eli's heart leapt out of his chest. His gaze frantically bounced between the girl, still standing there completely naked, not even trying to cover herself, and his mother.

"Mom, it's not what it looks like," Eli stammered, feeling the heat rise to his face, realizing he was in deep trouble.

Eli's mom took in the scene with a mixture of shock and anger, her eyes darting between Eli and the naked woman beside him. "Eli! What is this!?" she yelled, her expression a mix of disbelief and fury. "What were you doing up here, young man? Your father and I were worried sick!"

Eli's mind raced, trying to think of something, anything, that could explain this away, but his brain felt scrambled by the sheer absurdity of it all. "Do something!" Eli whispered urgently to the side, panicked.

The girl blinked hard, scrunching her face in concentration, and his mom's expression suddenly softened. The anger seemed to melt away, replaced by concern. She stepped further into the room, eyes scanning over the both of them as if looking for injuries, not taking in how one of them was naked.

"Eli," she said, her voice gentler now but still edged with worry, "I've been calling you for over an hour. Why didn't either of you answer your phone? I knew it was a bad idea to have your sex **** help with cleaning."

Eli looked at his mother with a shocked expression, then at his naked companion, who shrugged.

"Sorry, Silverman," she said smoothly, her voice sweet and innocent, but with an undercurrent of mischief. "We were so caught up in what we were doing that we missed your calls. We didn't mean to worry you."

"I'll bet, Eli's mom said sardonically, rolling her eyes. "You're supposed to be cleaning. You can play with your sex **** at hoe, young man. Well, as long as you're okay, that's all that matters," she said, sighing slightly, completely ok with my apparently having a sex **** who was naked with my in my grandmother's attic. "Keep an eye on your phone, would you Eli? We've all heard the horror stories about people and attic cleanups. Your father and I thought you might be trapped under a pile of boxes or something. And you, stop fucking him if we call."

"I'll be more careful in the future, ma'am," she said with a sweet smile, her voice dripping with innocence.

"The cleaning is nearly done," I put in hurriedly. "We just need to carry the last of this stuff down to the curb. It shouldn't be more than another five minutes."

"Alright," Eli's mom replied, seemingly satisfied. "Just don't get 'distracted' again. I'll be waiting downstairs. Hurry up and finish. No more goofing off," she said giving the girl a pointed stare before leaving them alone in the attic.

As soon as the door closed behind her, the girl giggled, her breasts shaking deliciously, her posture becoming more relaxed and playful. She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back and thrusting her boobs at Eli, showing off her perfect body. "See? I told you I could handle it master," she said, her voice playful and teasing.

Eli shook his head, still trying to process everything that had just happened. He glanced down at the boxes, then back at her, still naked and practically throwing herself at him. He cock was rock hard, his mind racing with possibilities.

"Well, master? We need to get these boxes taken care of before your mom gets upset again," she said cutely. "Unless you want to do something else together..." she added, cocking a hip at him and groping his clothed dick.

"Mom just said not to," I put in. "She's literally downstairs waiting. There's no time to do anything without pissing her off even more."

"Oh master master master, didn't I just handle your last issue? If you want me to handle another while handling something we both want to, just ask."