Wakey Wakey...

You aren't sure how long you've been out, but it's been enough time for Miss Lovett to have cleaned up and changed her clothing. You awake to see her leaning over you, her chest hanging tantalizingly. She's changed into a black and tan dress, more loosely-fitted but still causing your member to stir.

"Glad to see that you're back with us, James," she says, chuckling softly. "Although, maybe I should have been more worried about myself - if I had known you would half drown me with all that cum...

You instantly turn as red as a traffic light. Laughing out loud, Miss Lovett continues, "don't worry young man. I like getting messy sometimes." Well, you sure as hell had fun making her messy. You are already getting hot and bothered thinking about giving her a second helping.

"I'll say it again, James. You're one of my favorite students, and you're a kind and intelligent young man." Miss Lovett isn't doing much to help your blushing problem, but she continues. "Any young woman would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend...and a lover. If you were a little older..." Miss Lovett trails off, as the front door opens.

You sit up and do a quick spot check to check for any tale-tell signs (i.e. cum-stains or open zippers). A young woman, still in her teens, struts into the room. Her hair is long, red and wavy just like her mother's. It takes all your mental effort not to pop a furious boner looking at the girl's skin tight jeans hugging her hips and thighs, nor her tube-top (which looked like someone spray-painted it on her body).

"Hey Mom," the young vixen murmurs, not taking her eyes off you for a second. "I'm just gonna grab a snack and do some homework before dinner, 'kay?" With that, she saunters over to the fridge, retrieves a carrot stick, and exits, heading upstairs.