His girlfriend’s mom

Sandra locked the bathroom door as the chime of the door bell filled the house. Stripping her nightie off looking at her sweet milky skin in the mirror, her perky breasts with round pink nipples and her stomach flat and sexy she thought about the fuzz that was her mound. She slid her hand down to her crotch and touched herself. She decided she would shave it considering she and Tom would probably be fooling around later.

Tom waited on the porch considering pushing the button again when the door opened. Standing in the doorway was Rachel, Sandra’s mother. At forty Rachel was five six. Blonde hair that hung loose on her shoulders she had deep brown eyes and full lips that drew Tom’s attention as she smiled.
“Uh…” he said.
“You must be Tom,” Rachel said.
“Uh huh.” Tom said as his eyes moved down the long night shirt she wore. From the wide V at the neck that revealed the ample bosom of a voluptuous 36DD to her seductive hips and then her endless legs he took in the sight before him.
Rachel smiled feeling naughty for coming to the door only in her night shirt but enjoying the feeling of the teenager gawking at her. “Come in,” she said turning and walking with a seductive sway to the living room. “Sandra just got up. She’s in the bathroom.”
Tom followed Sandra’s mother into the living room.
“Have a seat,” Rachel said gesturing to the sofa.
“Thanks Ms. Jackson.”
“Call me Rachel,” She said. “You want anything to drink?”
“Water… please.”
“Be back.” Rachel said winking.
As Rachel poured the water from the pitcher she thought about how nervous she was making Tom. She should get him to relax a little. A devilish thought crossed her mind spurred by her early morning encounter with her fingers.

Sandra stepped into the shower. The water was hot and sweet on her skin. She closed her eyes and let it run over her body enjoying the feeling of its sweet embrace. Reaching for her shaving cream she lathered her mound and turned away from the stream. Razor in hand she slowly began to rid herself of the fuzz on her mound. It didn’t take long and soon she was facing the stream again washing excess shaving cream from her baby smooth pussy.
Rubbing her hand on her mound her finger slipped between her slit. She felt a chill pass over her in spite of the hot stream showering her.