"Guys, I'm home!" I called out from the front door, swinging it open and closing it behind me as if I had just arrived. From the kitchen, I heard Sharon sneak off, heading straight to her room and slamming the door shut behind her. A wolfish chuckle escaped me—she must've been really frustrated!
"Oh... hey, hun!" Mom greeted, stepping out from the kitchen. She moved toward me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug, her soft, massive breasts pressing against my chest. Her top barely covered them, and the absence of a bra only added to the intimate feeling. As she pulled away, l looked down, trying so hard not to stare at her chest, and those hard nipples which were pressing against her top. I knew she wasn't really my mother, but where the hell was she even coming from? Looking that sexy?
"Hi mom." I said, forcing a smile, my voice low.
"Where were you yesterday? That poor girl was waiting for you all day!" she said, clearly referring to Anna.
