"Bryan you dick, I was one awat from a helicopter." A teenage voice came over Christina Carter's headset. She had gotten a bit bored after she had finished cleaning the house on her day off, and decided to try out her son's call of duty game. Since she was only planning to play for a little bit, she had logged into his account, and started off playing against the bots. Three hours later, and she was now in her black lace F cup bra, and matching black thong playing online in his normal lobby
"Jackson Barlet if that you? What are you doing here, you should be in class."
"Oh Ms C I didn't know it was you. Shouldn't you be at work?" The voice asked.
"Shouldn't you have a higher K-D ratio than your friend's forty two year old mom?" She asked back, causing the chat room to erupt in a series of shouts.
"You wanna put your money where your mouth is?"
Christina tilted her head in slight confusion. It was well known that the single mother of two was well off. Having made her money as a criminal defender, and then in real estate.
"What did you have in mind?"
"What are you wearing?"
"That's a very inappropriate question to ask your friend's mother, but if you must know I'm wearing my bra, and underwear."
"How about a strip match. I'll make a group chat on facebook. We'll play domination. You send us a picture to prove what you're wearing. For every round my team wins you take off an article of clothing. For every one your team wins I'll mow your lawn for free for a week."
Christina knew this was extremely inappropriate. These boys were the same age as her 18 year old twins. But the parents in town already treated her like a slut anyway. So It's not like she had very much of a reputation to lose anyway. "Two weeks per round, and you got a deal."
"Deal." Within seconds Christina received the invitation to the group chat, and sent the boys a photo of her standing in front of her down stairs bathroom.
The chat immediately erupted with text complimenting her beauty, especially her assets. And with that the game began. Christina was excited when her team had managed to pull off a win in the first round. It meant she could get her son out of the house for the next couple of weekends.
The jaw dropped in shock when she lost the second. Deciding to go the safe route. She removed her thong, and sent the group of hormonal teenagers, a photo of her pale bubbly ass. The comments once again erupted in cheers, before the next round started.
Christina's face fell as she was once again met with defeat costing her her bra. Getting up, she walked over to the bathroom. On her slow march to the bathroom, she found new resolve, and decided to put on a show for her boys.
Placing her phone on the bathroom counter. Chrsitina grabbed one of her nightshirts. Removing her bra she put the shirt on, and turned on the youtube app on her tablet. Putting on some upbeat stripper music. She began slowly dancing around the room. Making sure to stay in frame, as she slowly pulled up the hem of her shirt. Revealing her smooth pubic mound. Turning around she bent over giving off a view of her beautiful ass, and now moist pussy. Returning to her standing position, she rolled the shirt up slowly. Exposing her toned stomach, before allowing it to rise above her massive breast causing them to crash down.
Removing the top from her body, Christina cupped both her breasts, squeezing them together. She then proceeded to blow the camera a kiss, before shutting it off.
The response to the video had been almost immediate, with a massive amount of cheers, and compliments. Almost immediately Christina's inbox became overflowing with dick picks. The milf of the hour had to admit that most of the boys were shockingly large in size. Which caused her nether regions to tingle slightly in response.
It was at this moment that the ever bold Jackson sent her a private message. "Glad to see you're such a good sport. What do you say I give you another two weeks of free lawn care, and you let me come over right now to 'pick something up for Bryan,' and get a live peak at those boobs."
Christina thought for a moment, surely she couldn't cross such a liine with her son's friend. Although she had certainly jumped over a line by sending them a picture of her ass, and a strip video.
"I'm going to take a shower. If you have to pick something up, just walk in the door." She texted without thought. Her fingers seemed to move on their own.
Climbing into the shower, Christina allowed the warm water to flow over her body. Could she really walk out naked, knowing her son's best friend was about to walk into her house.
Hearing the door open, and close. Christina decided to walk out, before she lost her nerve.
Slipping on her flip flops, Christina made her way down the stairs into the living room. Spotting jackson on her couch checking her phone, her face became bright red with embarrassment. "Jackson what are you doing here?" She asked feigning innocents.
"Bryan asked me to come get something for him." He pretended to stammer out. "I didn't think you were home, aren't you normally at work right now?"
"I'm a defense attorney, and I'm semi-retired. That means I only have to work when I have a client, so right now i'm on vacation."
"That doesn't explain why you're walking around wet, and naked." Jackson smiled, his eyes running over her body, as the lump in his basketball shorts began to twitch.
"W-well I like to air dry when I'm home alone." Her stance suddenly became firm, and defiant. Her legs spread apart, hand on her cocked hip, and her eyebrow raised. "Besides I'm allowed to walk around my house however I want. Especially when I'm not expecting a little brat to barge into my house without even ringing the doorbell."
Jackson smirked, and rose to his feet. Walking over to her, he gently ran his hand over her thigh. "Believe me ma'am. Nothing on me is small." He grinned, squeezing her round ass.
Christina slapped his hand away, but not before allowing him to get a good feel of her ass. "That's what they all say, and then us girls have to be dissapointed." She quipped with a smirk.
