This choice: Your mother; here to bring you some healthy snacks. • Go Back...Chapter #4Your mother; here to bring you some healthy sna... by: Hoppy   ...your mother with a plate of apple slices and a pair of waters.
"Just thought you boys might like something to eat," she says, setting the plate down between you and David.
David sits, transfixed by your mother's round ass at his eye level, before snapping out of it. "T..thank-you, Mrs. Roberts."
"No problem, David," she says, standing up, "I'll just go grab you kids some cheese and crackers too. Oh, and call me Elizabeth." She winks and turns away.
Your mom sashays back into the kitchen while David stares, mouth nearly agape. You've known for a while your friend has a bit of a crush on your mom, and honestly, you could understand it. Your mom had had your older sister when she was really young, and had you a few years after. As such, she was a bit younger than the other moms, and even with that in mind, looked damn good for 42. Not to mention how flirty she'd become since she'd divorced your dad a few years back.
You nudge David out of his drooling, and he looks sheepishly at you. You start to say something to tease him when your mother opens the door again with the plate of crackers. This time, you can't help but stare either. Your mother wasn't the tallest person in the world, only standing at 5'10", but with the 4-inch heels she always wore, she always gave a bit of an intense aura. Not to mention how she dressed. Elizabeth Roberts looked good, and she knew it. Her large, DD-cup breasts, today smooshed into a low-cut button-up, were framed by a mane of dark-red, almost black curls. Age hadn't been completely forgiving, and Elizabeth had gained some odd pounds here and there, but she carried it well. Most of the weight had gone to her stomach and hips, not to mention her large, heart-shaped ass, but they worked to her benefit to give her an amazing hourglass figure.
"Here's the food, boys," she says, in a rather husky alto, "What game are you two playing?"
David interrupts before you can speak. "It's a new one that Brian found. You should join us."
Your mom flashes a smile. "That sounds lovely, but I'm not sure if I have time for a full game. I'll play a few rounds with you two, but then I'll have to get back to preparing dinner."
You are kind of annoyed at your friend for involving your mother, but you do need three players, and you suppose your mother is a better alternative to your sister.
"Alright then, mom, we all need to place a piece onto the start of the gameboard." The pieces are rather non-descript; just small blocks of colored wood. You choose the red one, David chooses the blue one, and your mother chooses the yellow one. "Okay," you say, "Who should roll first?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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