Forget them for a while and have some regular fun

"I'm starved, Davie. Lets go out and get something to eat and forget about them for now. We can play with the pens later."

"You're right," you reply with your stomach growling.

You both take a quick shower and get dressed.

"We better put these safely away," you say putting the pens back in the box. "What's this note in the box?"

"Oh, since the instructions were half faded, I wrote down what each pen does."

"OK. Where should we put this?"

"Back of my middle desk drawer. That has all my worthless junk in it, so no one ever looks in there."

"Hiding in plain sight. Just like using the costume pen set," you chortle as you stick the box in the drawer.

* * * *

Several hours later you return after having dinner and taking in a movie - a zombie flick that has Jessica grabbing you and burying her face against you. The audience growls along with the zombies, and you grunt and groan as Jessica distracts herself on you during the gory parts. She's quieter and covers her eyes when you return the favor as the zombies surround and feast.

"Hey, Mom. We're home," Jessica calls when you enter since her mom's car is in the driveway.

"I assume that means David's with you. Hi, David," she answers from the kitchen as you two cross the living room.

"Hi, Mrs. Hunt. I bought your daughter dinner, so you don't have to fix anything for us."

"Oh, David. You're so thoughtful to save me that work. I guess it's only fair to repay you. If you ditch my daughter, I'll give you a special treat," saying the last rather seductively.

"I smell apple pie," you reply lustfully.

"It just finished cooling."

Jessica rolls her eyes and tells you, "Go ahead. I'll be in my room when you're done with my mom."

"But she bakes the best apple pie, Jess."

"And I know you think she's an MILF. Just be careful she doesn't seduce you," she jokes then slaps your butt as you turn to the kitchen.

* * * *

As you enter, Mrs. Hunt is smiling with a plate in one hand and a fork in the other. Your eyes stray behind the food to the melons barely inside the loosely buttoned light-green print blouse. Jessica is right. She is an MILF - shoulder-length blond hair surrounding a pretty face almost identical to Jessica seeming to be just a shade older. She keeps in shape working out and could easily be seen as Jessica's older sister.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hunt," you politely say while forcing your eyes up to hers.

Her brown eyes sparkle as you take the pie. "Anything for you, David," her voice sings in that rich alto that seems so sexy with the simplest words.

As she turns, you watch her rump sway with each step. It's just the right size, not those balloon butts that so many older women have. She's wearing shorts showing her toned legs from all that jogging. You lick your lips as she bends to put a bowl into a low cupboard.

"So how is it David?" she asks as she raises up and turns. "Is something wrong? You haven't even cut into it yet. You're not too full from dinner to enjoy my juicy pie, are you?"

But you are, you think.

Recovering quickly, you tell her, "I was just enjoying the, um ah, aroma. Using all the senses. I don't want to just wolf it down and not fully appreciate the chef - the chef's work.

You slash off the point and hold it up under your nose. Hot apple, cinnamon and sugar tantalize your nostrils for a few seconds before your mouth opens and your tongue laps over those flavors.

Mrs. Hunt pours you a glass of milk then busies herself about the kitchen. You suck on a big piece of apple as you watch the entertainment. Her movements are graceful and seem to accentuate her assets. You can't help but get aroused just as any teenage boy would from any attractive woman.

(Author: Wordsmitty)