60-minute Warning

"Tom, sit down, please," Jackie's mom said with a resigned sigh and pointed at the chairs around the kitchen table. Tom set the pile of his clothes on the table and sat down. Jackie's mom sat on the counter top opposite him, sitting in a most unladylike fashion.

'Damn I wish she was wearing a skirt,' Tom thought as his eyes raked over Jackie's gorgeous mom. The girl of his dreams and scores of kitten-killing sessions.

"Tom, you're 22 now, right?" she asked with another deep sigh, her eyes exploring Tom's body the same way his were exploring hers. Tom could see a flush rising in her chest and on her cheeks. He swore her nipples were straining to tent, but it looked like she was trying to control herself.

"Yes ma'am."

"Tom, I just caught you fucking my daughter on the stairs and you're sitting naked with a..." she said, her eyes dipping down, "...a really....REALLY....nice hard on," she added, licking her lips. "I think we can fucking drop the ma'am shit," she said harshly as she tore her eyes off Tom's freshly fucked wood and looked him in the eyes.

"All right, Sue," Tom said and leaned back in the chair. Jackie's mom looked like she was about to say something but Jackie's door slammed up stairs and they followed the sound of feet stomping down the stairs. Jackie stormed through the kitchen, grabbing the car keys off the counter and slamming the doors behind her. She didn't even look at her mother, or Tom.

"Does this happen often?" Tom asked as the car revved in the drive a second before the tires squealed.

"It's getting to be more and more often. She's usually gone for about an hour and then she comes back in, grabs a beer, and apologizes. That's what I wanted to talk with you about, Tom," Sue said. She yawned for a second and stretched, straining the buttons further, showing that she was indeed not wearing a bra under her blue blouse.

"Go on?" Tom said, both liking and not liking where this conversation was going.

"She doesn't get out, Tom. She doesn't have friends that come over, and I don't let her drink in the house. It's....not healthy. She should be partying and enjoying college, not living in a prison in my home," Sue said, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse. The amazing cleavage that he knew and loved came into view. "I know I have no right to ask this," she said, popping another button. Her chest heaved down slightly, the cleavage parting as her tits moved with the little bit of freedom they were afforded. Tom's eyes were transfixed and he saw her nipples stiffen into hard, thick pebbles under the blue silk. "But, I was wondering if you wouldn't take her with you."

"I'm sorry?" Tom said, his brain snapping back to reality. "Sue, this was supposed to be..." another button popping open cut him off. This one opened her shirt down to the line of her nipples. "...uh....just me. Before...." another button and the under-side of Sue's perky tits was in view. "I start my job..." two more buttons cut him off and her belly button was just about exposed.

"I'll be gone for two weeks," Tom stammered. Wild horses couldn't have torn him away from that seat and his dick was hard as diamonds. The last three buttons came undone and the shirt came loose from her body, but remained tucked in. Tom licked his lips and drank in her body.

"We have an hour," Sue said, her voice husky with lust. "What do I need to do to convince you?"