A *lot* more of Amanda!

I stop in the doorway, my eyes going wide and my jaw dropping open as I gape at the sight there before me. I feel the front of my pants instantly tenting as my cock goes hard as I stare at Amanda, getting more than an eyeful of my Mom's hot friend as she tries to open the can of paint. Amanda is squatting down over the paint can, her legs spread wide as she tries to pry the top off, her short khaki shorts stretched taut over her crotch giving her a delectable camel toe, the full lips of her sex almost completely visible as the tight khaki hugs her pussy. She's leaning over the can as well, trying to pry the metal top off, her tight grey tanktop gaping open, giving me a unrestricted view down her cleavage, her ample tits jiggling enticingly as I watch her. Christ, she might as well be naked the amount of her I'm seeing, I think to myself as I stand there watching her, ogling her freely for a couple of moments before she looks up at me.

"Oh, Chris," she greets me with a smile, her eyes seeming to sparkle just a bit more as she looks at me, her full lips spreading into a broad eager grin. Maybe it's just my imagination but I feel that she's regarding me with just as much lust as I am ogling her with as I step into the bedroom. "I'm glad you're here," she gushes as she straightens up a little, "I'm having the darnedest time getting this paint open, can you give me a hand?"

"Sure thing, Amanda," I agree, trying to keep my eyes on her face even as my gaze wants to wander down the rest of her ripe mature body. "Just let me put down these things," I say as I move to unload my arms of the dropcloths and ladder.

"Oh, thank you, Chris," Amanda says as she stands up, backing away from the paint can for me to try my luck. "It's sure nice to have a man around the house to do things like this for me," the hot MILF confides in me, her eyes following me carefully as I put down the last of the dropcloths and bend down over the paint can. "Hector's never around when I need or want him," she tells me with just a bit of bitterness in her voice. As I take a screwdriver and start to pry the top off the paint can, I can't help but wonder if she's not hinting at more than what I've hearing. "It's very frustrating," she adds, making me wonder if she's talking about just housework or her sex life.

"Well, just call me whenever you need someone," I assure her as I finish opening the can of paint, turning the lid over carefully so as not to drip any onto the hardwood floor. "I'd be happy to help you out in anyway you need me to," I add, wondering if she'd notice my innuendo.

"Thanks, Chris," Amanda tells me, reaching out to rest her hand on my shoulder for a second. "It's nice to know I have such a willing young man to help me out with my needs," she says, giving my arm a squeeze in gratitude before commenting, "Wow, have you been working out? Your arm is so hard!"

"I've... I've been exercising a little," I admit, my cheeks coloring slightly as I can't help but think that my arms aren't the only thing hard right now as I look up at her. "Lifting a little weights at the gym."

"Well, I'd say you're getting some results," my Mom's hot friend tells me, her hand sliding up and down my arm, feeling my muscles and caressing me at the same time.

"Thanks, Amanda," I shrug as I stand up, finding myself suddenly standing very close to Amanda, our faces only a few inches from each other. I can feel her body heat, she's that close to me, my eyes fixed on her face as I feel my desire for her, the crazy urge to reach out and kiss her suddenly flickering through me. "Well, what... what should we do now?" I ask, licking my lips nervously as I wonder if what I'm feeling is just my imagination or if she feels it as well.

"I've got an idea," Amanda tells me softly, her voice suddenly a husky whisper as I catch her eyes darting down to my crotch, her cheeks flushing a bright red as she licks her lips. "I'll tell you what we should do now," she assures me.