"Alright, look here wimp. I'll forgive you if you can do something for me." She said, slipping a foot between his legs before sliding it forward until...the toe of her shoe dug into Zack's crotch. The contact earned a gasp from the college boy, and he quickly looked both ways down the hallway to see if there was anyone to help him.Sadly, the only person was a brunette girl who quickly averted her eyes before scurrying away as she saw the scene unfolding. Whitney chuckled at the display before. For a moment she felt guilty, but composed herself and said, "Hi, I amHema. I heard a sound and saw you lying in a pool. Brought you home,cleaned you, removed your clothes, called a doctor and got you treatedand finally dressed you."He replied equally at ease, "I am Giri, a motorcyclist hit me and Idon't remember anything afterwards, anyhow thanks for all."He stood up and extended his hand and felt something odd and startedlooking at himself for the reason which caused. The sight stopped himin. . Nobody else daddy, nobody."She had pulled the top almost up to her chin by now which did nothing to hide the triangle between her legs. I reached out and grabbed the top pulling it from her grasp. "Look at you. Naked. Another minute and he would have been fucking you. Is that what you wanted, to be fucked you little whore?"Mary had one serious problem. She was just too much like me. When her stubborn streak took over nothing would make her back down. She also had my temper. "Yes!" She. She showered quickly, not washing her hair as she usually did every morning. She pulled on a knee length robe and, naked under it, prepared breakfast for them as her son showered.“I hope you have some nice things for us to do!” she said to him as she cleaned up after breakfast.“Don’t you have any ideas, Mom?”“You should,” she said, leaning over the dishwasher so her thighs were exposed under her robe. “You want to spend the day with me, and I sure don’t want to sit and look at the walls, that’s.