Legion Of Filth Erotic Stories NEW RELEASE
It Can Be So Draining Trying To Convince Your Best Friend’s Mom She’s Still Sexy: Episode 1 by Byzantine Thomas
It’s that age-old dilemma, when you’re charged with the very draining task of convincing your best friend’s mom she’s still sexy.
This story is dedicated to all the poor souls unfortunate enough to fall into the same predicament I fell in, and that was of course the predicament where you have to convince your best friend’s mom she’s still sexy, because, dude, it can be so draining trying to convince your best friend’s mom she’s still sexy. Take my word for it.
Excerpt:
“Mason?” Liz hissed, her fiery ice-blue eyes ablaze, as she stood there with her long blond hair and makeup on point, with this rather low-cut and rather form-fitting, sparkly velvet black evening dress.
“Yeah?” I said timidly, my not so fiery blue eyes mostly averted, as I stood there with my shaggy blond hair a mess and facial stubble in full bloom, with my Leaping Lanny Poffo t-shirt and jeans.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” She was beautiful. As always. But not beautiful in any plain ole beautiful way. She was beautiful in sort of a somewhat scary, borderline intimidating way, like maybe a movie star, minus the imdb page.
“Home?” I was not beautiful. Well, maybe a little. Enough to get the occasional girl to give me smile. But certainly not a chorus of girls. And certainly not in consecutive days. Just the occasional smile. From the occasional girl. Good enough for me. Sure.
“Why?”
“Well. Jim’s gone…”
“He’ll be back.”
“I know. In like four hours. But I’ve been here a while. So, I probably need to go home. You know. To sort of like reset.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know…”
“Is reset code for washing up? Maybe getting some clean clothes?”
“Right. Exactly. You get it.” I nodded, ready to be on my way.
“Well. You can do those things here.” She put her hands on her hips, ready to stop me.
“Oh. Really? Um. Yeah. Okay. Still. I probably should go.”
“Okay, sure. I get it.” She really fired up those fiery ice-blue eyes and blasted me, adding a sharp crossing of her arms to boot. It was scary. Or just petrifyingly stunning, especially when her arms constricted her shapely body, in particular, her rather big boobs. “Why in the world would you want to stay here? I mean, if Jimmy’s gone, why would you want to stay here with just me? Jim’s boring old mom?”
“Um. No. It’s not like that. Really, Liz. It’s just the reset thing. Otherwise, um, sure, I would stay here. With you.” I smirked. Maybe not the best thing to do when trying to convince somebody of something.
“Sure…” She glared at me.
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