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Good Solutions (Part 4)

Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: Gallo, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

shyly and mentioned something about him due to return home. Laura felt her prey slipping. “What do you young guys call us older women? Cougars? Or, perhaps a MILF?” Dean was cornered and Laura could read his predicament on his face. Her left hand holding her glass of wine, she lifted her right to the top button of her blouse. There was a soft sound and the button slipped free of the hole. “You think I am hot now?” She asked, looking at him like a python hypnotising its prey. Dean just stood there, mesmerised, not believing what was happening. Laura went for gold and slipped another button through its hole. The swelling of her breasts was now more than just a hint. The next button was right there where the clasp between the two cups were. “C’mon Dean? Tell me?” she pressed, slipping the third button. “Do you think I am hot?” Dean was at the point of almost starting to hyperventilate. He could not answer. He seemed speechless. “What now? Mouth dry? Take a sip of your beer, it will do you well.” As if almost in a state of stupidity, Dean complied. “So Dean,” she almost whispered, “am I hot? What do you think?” Her blouse was almost completely undone, one button to go. “Or am I too old to be considered hot? Is it because I am past MILF material?” Then she went for the jugular: “or perhaps I am not a little redhead, pressed up against a tree in the woods? Getting my pussy slammed so hard the world could hear me scream my orgasms?” Dean went white. “What do you mean?” “Exactly ... what I said.” The last button popped free and her blouse was hanging free. Her breasts still encased in the white lace cups were in plain view of Dean, who did not know what to do, answer or stare. “Drop you pants! Let me see what you got. Let me see what it is my daughter is so keen on. Let me see what the little redhead against the tree was screaming on top of her lungs about?” Dean was speechless. He tried to say something but could not. His face was ashen, sweat forming on his brow. “This is awkward,” he whispered as he put his beer down and reached for his belt. “Not as fucking awkward as it will be when Jamey screams her delight and I walk in and ask you if she is better than Little Miss Redhead in the woods. What do you think?” Laura hissed, a mere inches from his face. Leaning back she looked at him directly, “C’mon, drop your drawers, Son!” Without a word, Dean complied and his pants fell in a pool around his ankles. “Turn around!” she said with authority, “Shirt as well!” Dean pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it a next to him on the kitchen floor. He was butt-naked, his back to Laura. Taking a small step forward, she was within reach of the naked man. She reached out gently and put a finger between his shoulder blades. Dean shivered. “You know, when I was hiding between in the bushes,” her finger slipped lower, tracing a line along is spine, “a mere few yards from you and your friend,” her finger drawing a line over his waist, “I could not believe it was you ...