Sarah Lee Camp was finishing up the last few dishes when she heard her son Jason and his friend Bryce run in from the driveway where they were playing basketball. The boys were arguing.
"No way dude! Fuck off. Get back here," she heard her son say.
"Language!" she called over her shoulder.
Bryce ran into the kitchen. "Hi, Mrs. Camp. You look lovely today." Jason trailed in behind, looking worried.
Sarah Lee turned off the sink, turned around, crossed her arms, and gestured down to the simple grey gingham wrap dress she was wearing. "You're sweet, Bryce, but don't be ridiculous. This dress is like my housework dress. It's all worn out and a million years old."
"Well, that's the thing about you. You're so hot you make even that dress look good," said Bryce with a charming smile. Sarah Lee made a little scoff noise, unable to respond any other way to the boldness of the 19-year-old boy. She felt his eyes on her, hungry.
It wasn't an unearned compliment. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed, southern Sarah Lee was a classic good little housewife with the curvy body of a stripper. She had perky C-cup tits and a heart shaped ass that was legendary among the teenage boys in town, not to mention their fathers.
"Dude. Stop it. Let's go back outside or to my rooβ" Jason started to say but his mother cut him off.
"What were you boys arguing about?"
"Nothing!" Jason moans.
"Actually," Bryce said coolly, "we were arguing because we made a bet on our last game of one-on-one and Jason doesn't want to pay up."
"A... bet." Sarah Lee let the word linger. "What kind of... bet?"
"Well, Jason was up by six and feeling cocky. So, he bet me that if he won, he'd get to fuck my girlfriend." Sarah Lee's eyes went wide as she looked back and forth between her son and his muscular friend. She waited. "Jason didn't win, Mrs. Camp."
"That's quite the risk you took, Bryce. What did you put on the line, Jason?"
Jason mumbled, barely audible, "You."
"What?"
"You, Mrs. Camp." Bryce said, grinning viciously from ear to ear. "He said if somehow I came back to win, I'd get to fuck you."
"Jason. Robert. Camp! I am so disappointed in you," Mrs. Camp scolded. "That was a very foolish thing you did."
"I'm sorry, Mom," whimpered Jason who was now beet red. "I was just joking around. It's obviously never gonna happen. We shouldn't even have come in here."
Mrs. Sarah Lee Camp didn't even hear her son's whining. Her eyes were fixed on Bryce's. His expression was hard to read. He was just... waiting. Sarah pulled a hair tie off her wrist to tie back her wavy auburn hair. "No, Jason. You need to learn the consequences of your actions." Sarah Lee relished the stillness that followed. "A deal's a deal," she cooed.
Both boys' mouths fell open as Mrs. Camp dropped to her knees. Bryce smiled victoriously as she slithered like a stripper on stage toward him. Jason was frozen to the spot, barely breathing.
"Have you ever fucked a married woman, Bryce?" She flicked the word 'fucked' deliciously off her lips.