“Did she really?” said Brenda. Her voice was still cold. “And it was her idea to send her brother into the girls locker room instead of checking herself?”
Okay, this was getting worse.
“ Well, she's, uh, not here right now,” I said, my confidence fading fast. “ She's at the mall with some of her friends. She called me and asked if I could look for her phone.”
“Called you? On what?”
“On her phone, I-I guess.”
“I thought you said she lost her phone.” Mrs. Robbins said, sounding almost amused.
Damn! I walked right into that one.
“W-well not her phone, of course,” I was stammering again,” She must have borrowed one of her friends' phones to call me. I wasn't paying attention to the number when I answered and... and...”
It was no good. Brenda Robbins didn't believe a word I was saying. Hell, I didn't believe a word I was saying.
“I'm sorry,” I mumbled, “Please don't tell my mom about this. She has her hands full with Grandma already, and-and...” I trailed off.
Mrs. Robbins face softened a little. “ Jason, you know what you did was wrong.”
“I'm not a pervert!” I blurted out. “I wasn't taking pictures or masturbating or anything. I just looked for a second so I could... could...”
“So you could what?” Brenda asked, looking a little puzzled.
“So I could remember...” I muttered, looking at my feet, ”for later.”
Mrs. Robbins was quiet for a moment.
“Jason,” she said softly, “do you think about me?”
“S-sometimes.” I said, hesitantly.
A strange expression had come over Brenda Robbins' face. It was that sly, almost malicious look I thought I had seen on the basketball court.
“I don't think I need to talk to your mother about this.” she said abruptly, “ That's the sort of thing you do with misbehaving children. And you're not a child anymore are you?”
Was it my imagination, or had her voice had taken on a low, husky tone?
“There's no reason why we can't resolve this like adults.” she said, putting the emphasis on the word “adults”. “What if I give you the chance to make it up to me? You do me a favor, and I'll forget about the whole thing. How does that sound?”
“T-that's great!” I exclaimed, not even trying to hide how pathetically grateful I was. I had fucked up badly, and Mrs. Robbins was offering me a way out. I was ready to anything she asked, even if it meant painting her house, cutting her grass for a year, or coaching the whole damn basketball team for her.
“Good. Take off your clothes.”
I just stood there, blinking. “Huh?”
“You heard me.”
“But-but-” I faltered
”You saw me naked, Jason,” she said with a malevolent smile,” so it's only fair that I get to see you naked too. Besides, I can hardly tell on you if I've done the same thing myself, can I?”
I swallowed hard. I didn't have any choice and we both knew it. I kicked my shoes off and followed with my socks. Her smile broadened as I took off my shirt. I had often fantasized about being naked with Brenda Robbins, but never like this. To make matters worse, my erection hadn't completely gone away and I was still half hard. I fumbled with my pants, trying desperately to think neutral thoughts in the hopes that my dick would deflate, but it didn't work. It's hard to distract yourself from sexual thoughts when you're stripping in front of a hot MILF wearing nothing but a towel.
I was down to my underwear. I stopped for a second, eyeing the bulge in the front of my briefs. Maybe I could stall for a minute or two. Give myself a little more time to...
“Don't stop now, Jason.” Brenda purred. “ You're not trying to tease me, are you?”
I hesitated.
“Jason...” Her voice was getting firm again.
I jerked my underwear down and stood there naked, my cock still semi-erect. I could feel my face turning red. But Mrs. Robbins wasn't looking at my face.
“Oh my,” she said, “you really have grown up haven't you, Jason?”
I didn't answer. My mouth was so dry I couldn't have said anything anyway.
With a sudden movement, she let the towel drop to the ground. She stood there for a moment, letting my eyes scan her voluptuous breasts, wide hips, and inviting pussy. My dick shot up like a rocket!
“Oops.” said Brenda, with a look of innocence that was anything but.
Turning on her heel, she motioned for me to follow her.
“Come along, Jason.”
“W-where are we going?” I asked, somehow finding my voice again.
“I'm going to finish my shower.” she replied.
“And I'm not done looking at you yet.” she added with a mischievous smile.
***
I followed her to the showers, my cock still sticking out like a ramrod. It wasn't going down any time soon, and as I stared at Brenda Robbin's bulbous ass, swinging provocatively with each step she took, I wasn't sure I wanted it to either.
I stood in the doorway of the shower room, watching as Mrs. Robbins turned on the shower head and adjusted the faucets to her liking. I couldn't move. I felt like I was rooted to that spot, hypnotized by every move she made. Finally she looked up at me.
“Come closer, Jason.” she said, pointing to a spot a few feet away from her. “I'm a little nearsighted without my glasses, and I don't want you to be fuzzy.”
I walked over to her mechanically and stopped on the spot she indicated. I was so close to her! I could literally reach out and touch every inch of her shapely body, feeling her ample flesh bulge between my fingers as I squeezed it, but I didn't have the nerve.
Brenda turned to the shower and pushing her massive breasts together, let a pool of water form in her cleavage. She let her boobs drop and the water cascaded down
