Kenneth walks into the living room, his heart pounding in his chest. There on the couch, her legs crossed, sits Diana Douglas, his best friend s mom. She s dressed in a low-cut blouse and a short skirt, her legs encased in sheer black pantyhose. She looks up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Hey, Kenneth, she says, her voice dripping with seduction. What are you doing here? he asks, trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. I was bored, and I knew you were coming over.I thought maybe you could keep me company. She uncrosses her legs, giving him a perfect view of her pantyhose-covered pussy. Diana, I can t, he stammers, his resolve weakening. Can t what, Kenneth? she asks, standing up and walking over to him. Can t what, Kenneth? she asks again, her voice soft and her eyes locked onto his.He swallows hard, his mind screaming at him to stop, but his body betrays him as he reaches out, pulling her towards him, his mouth crashing down onto hers. She moans, her body melti
