Nicky and Tia's mom, Mrs. Brenda Allen

"Fuck mom, you scared me!" Nicky exclaims, seeing her mom, but failing to make any sort of movement to cover herself. Your own clothes are on the floor, several feet away from you, so the best you can do is drop your hands to cover as much of your member as possible.

Standing just inside the kitchen, arms loaded with groceries, is Nicky and Tia's mom, Mrs. Brenda Allen. She’s 52 years old, but keeps herself fit with regular yoga, spinning, and toning classes at the health club you work at. She’s an inch or two shorter than Tia with dark, brown hair that frames her face and falls past her chin. Laugh lines have developed around the blue eyes and full lips that Tia inherited, but Brenda’s body is a little more compact and thicker. Her D-cup tits can be seen to sag a bit when she’s wearing looser shirts and she’s never been able to regain the abs of her youth. Her heart-shaped ass has kept it’s shape and her legs are thick and muscular.

She’s married to Tia’s dad, John, who’s some big-wig at an investment firm. The two of them seem to have a great relationship and are often groping at each other when they don’t think anyone is watching. Today, she’s wearing a short sleeved, form fitting dress with alternating, grey and white, 1-inch horizontal stripes. The U-cut neck line plunges low enough to give you a peak at the top of her cleavage, the bottom hem of the dress stops above mid thigh to show off plenty of leg, and she's wearing knee-high, leather boots. Right now, her shadowed eyes and glossy, red lips reveal a look of annoyance from what she just walked in to.

"Well, maybe if you weren't so busy getting fucked on my kitchen island, you'd have heard me come in! What would you have done if it was your sister, by the way?" she asks, placing the groceries down on the kitchen table.

"Don't worry mom, Tia's at work." she answers in defense as she grabs herself some paper towels from the counter and begins wiping your cum from her face and chest. "And besides, David was actually apologizing for waking me up when he and Tia were being obnoxiously loud with their own fucking this morning. So really, he was doing that for her too."

"Well, that's the lamest excuse for sleeping with someone's boyfriend that I've heard in a while, and David, how nice of you to satisfy my little, whore of a daughter's, craving for cock. After already fucking Tia this morning too? That's quite an accomplishment. It must be nice to be young and so full of testosterone." After pausing a beat, a look of acceptance appears to play across her face and she begins talking in a more calm manner. "Nicky, there's still a couple bags of groceries in the car. Why don't you get those, then you can clean up this mess you made, and make sure you spray down the island with some sanitizer! We put food there you know!"

Finished with the instructions to her daughter, she places her attention back on you. "David, you come with me. I think we need to have a little chat." she says before turning and walking down the hall.

You hastily grab your clothes scattered on the floor then quickly follow Mrs. Allen, not wanting to make her wait.