This is a parody story. No characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.
All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.
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"So Steve, what's the plan for tonight since your dad is out of town and Haley is in New York at the Phish concert?" Francine asked with eagerness. She had purchased several new toys at the Hustler store earlier in the day in anticipation that he would want to do another hot photo shoot.
"DeAndre Green is going to come over so we can play his new Zombie Apocalypse game on my Xbox." He replied nonchalantly, even as he noticed her discernible look of disappointment.
"Who is DeAndre Green dear? Do your Dad or I know his parents?"
"You've heard me talk about DeAndre Mom. He's my new friend. You have probably seen all the internet and newspaper articles about him; Pearl Baily High School's all-time leading wide receiver, and recent University of DC scholarship signee?"
DeAndre was also one of the guys Steve had shown Francine's photo on his phone; but he left that part out.
"I'm sure I have heard about your little friend dear." Francine was deeply disappointed, but decided not to push the issue.
"And..." Steve continued, "I thought it would be cool if you could pick up some hot wings at Hooters for us."
"Hooters?" she asked with a bit of disdain.
"Yeah mom. All the cool guys at school, including DeAndre, say they are the best. I've wanted to try them for a long time. It would make me look really big in DeAndre's eyes if we served that tonight. Would you mind?"
"I suppose not." she replied somewhat dejectedly as the doorbell rang.
Steve ran to the door to let in his new friend as Francine gathered her purse and keys. "So guys..." She smiled before stopping in mid-sentence. All of Steve's friends that Francine Smith had ever met were a nerdish bunch. Fat; pimply; geeky. They ran the entire gamut of nerdism.
Francine was shocked to be greeted at her door by a budding Adonis standing next to her son. DeAndre Green was six feet tall and appeared to be chiseled from granite...black granite dressed in a tight tank top and shorts.
"Pleased to meet you Mrs. Smith." Francine admired his dark muscles as he reached out to shake her hand.
"Nice to meet you also DeAndre." She managed to spit out before continuing. "I was just on my way to pick up an order at Hooters for you boy's to eat tonight. Do either of you want anything else from Hooters besides the wings?"
"How about some beer and one of those hot waitresses to serve us?" joked Steve, poking his buddy in the ribs.
"HA Ha mister...very funny." Responded Francine as she headed out the door.
As she drove Francine tried her best to get over her very real disappointment at how the night was turning out. She had bought several adult DVD's and had been taking notes of what the women were doing in all of the sexiest scenes so she could recreate them for Steve. Now, to top off the disappointment of no homemade video tonight, her son was making jokes about finding the waitresses at Hooters attractive.
But on the other hand, there was another very hot young man in the house to help distract her disappointment.
Pulling into the parking lot, Francine locked her SUV and walked into the restaurant. The young girl greeting customers pointed her to the bar to place her to-go order. "We don't get too many orders for take out." The girl commented.
"I bet you don't." Francine responded cattily to the young woman, totally unimpressed by the girl's own set of small Hooter's.
Sitting at the bar and checking out the menu, her attention was drawn to the woman behind the bar.
'Humpff; I've got a much better body than she has.' Francine thought as she looked around the restaurant at the other waitresses 'Hell, I look better than any of these girls. Why would Steve joke he wanted me to bring one of these young bitches back to serve him and DeAndre when he has me available?"
As she angrily set her attention back to the menu, she placed her order for several types of wings, more than enough to keep the two teens occupied all night. She waited patiently for the order to be filled as she looked around the restaurant.
'Those shorts the waitresses are wearing are the same color as my old pair of orange biking shorts that I found the other day at the bottom of my dresser drawers. I'm sure mine fit a lot tighter than what these girls are wearing. Talk about a camel toe!' she laughed to herself as she imagined the bright orange shorts tightly puckered up in the cleft of her shaved pussy.
As she looked towards the TV's over the bar, her gaze locked on a sign next to a Hooters waitress tank top that was framed on the wall. "Be a Hooters Girl at Home! $19.95. Available in small to XXL" A smile formed on Francine's lips as she pulled her wallet from her purse and called the bartender back over.
Later, back at the house Steve and DeAndre were playing the video game intently, staring hard at the screen as they heard Francine enter the house from the garage. A few minutes later they heard her voice from the doorway to the kitchen.
"Are you two guys ready for some drinks and wings?"
"Sure mom." Steve replied, somewhat irritated at the untimely interruption. He continued playing as his mother's form entered his peripheral vision and stood off to his side.
"Just put em down wherever mom." A few seconds later he felt a hard elbow in his side from DeAndre.
"What the fuck DeAndre?" he squalled as he paused the game and shot a perplexed look at his new friend. DeAndre's face was frozen in amazement, his mouth gaped open and his gaze set solid.
Steve followed DeAndre's gaze to find Francine Smith holding a serving tray with three beers and a platter of wings.
Steve's eyes dropped to scan his mother from the floor up. She was standing confidently on a new pair of four inch white platform stripper shoes, buckled around her ankles. His eyes followed her tanned legs up to find her wearing an extremely form fitting pair of bright orange, stretchy bike shorts. The material sucked deeply into every crevice, pressing into a distinct camel toe between her visibly puffy pussy lips.
On top she was wearing a Hooters waitress tank top that was cut off a few inches above her belly button. The tank top was a size or more too small for her obviously braless tits and clung to her like a second layer of skin. Her nipples stood hard, pressing against the thin cotton top.
"I hope you guys don't mind me joining you for a drink. My manager said it would be okay because it's just good customer service. He also said you asked for some change to share so you two can tip me tonight." She continued as she laid ten one dollar bills and four five's and two twenties on the table in front of them. "The only catch is, you have to spend it all tonight." She said as she broke into a huge friendly smile and patted the tops of a couple of dollar bills that were peeking out from where they were stuffed down the front of her shorts.
"You guys did say you wanted beer and a Hooters waitress; didn't you?" she smiled, her lips shining from freshly applied lip gloss, her eye lids painted a light blue.
"Uh, sure mom." Steve smiled. "Are those beers really for us?"
"Well, I think that if you gentlemen are old enough to eat these Hooters hot wings, and have your own private Hooters waitress then I think you are probably old enough to chase them down with beer." She smiled as she set the tray down, her breasts wobbling delightfully underneath her tight shirt.
"You certainly make a beautiful Hooters girl Mrs. Smith." DeAndre said as he stared directly at her chest.
"Well thank you DeAndre." She made sure to bend directly on front of him so he got a good view of her cleavage. In his mind he compared the image in his mind of the photo Steve had showed him days ago; the one of Francine in her nightie. He swiftly decided the real thing was much more impressive.
"Ahem!" Steve cleared his throat loudly.
"What?" DeAndre stammered, turning back to the game to see that he had been killed.
"Mom can you move your ass please; it is in my way," Steve said.
Francine turned and wiggled her ass playfully. "Is this better?"
Steve surprised DeAndre as he smiled, "Actually, that is much better."
"Now boy's..." Francine suddenly had a serious look. "We can all play silly games like this tonight, but there are only two rules."
DeAndre swallowed hard as Francine spoke, realizing the situation had suddenly taken a serious tone.
"Rule number one. You must be old enough to eat at Hooter's to be served. DeAndre, how old are you?" Francine asked.
"I just turned eighteen last month." he smiled hopefully.
"Perfect. Francine beamed before continuing. "And rule number two DeAndre, you cannot tell your parents about my serving you beer as your waitress tonight in this outfit. Okay?"
"Yes mam. I won't tell anyone." DeAndre responded.
"Like I said, just don't tell your parents." Francine smiled as she turned to go to the kitchen, her ass cheeks oozing out from the bottom of her tight shorts.
"Put your eyes back in your socket's loser, and drink up." Steve chided his friend as the two teens proceeded to drink their beers, watching Francine's ass gyrate smoothly as she walked towards the kitchen. The white fabric of her thong waistband stuck up over her hips, nearly glowing against her tan skin.
When she returned from the kitchen she set down a platter of wings. After eating their fill of wings and watching Francine's soft tease show, the two boys began playing DeAndre's new Zombie Apocalypse while Francine cleaned up the kitchen.
Francine was preparing another tray of snacks when Steve walked in. He moved behind her and reached his hands around her, pushing down her bicycle shorts and thong with a bit of effort, and slid his middle finger easily inside her wet pussy.
"Are you enjoying teasing my friend?"
Francine shrugged and turned it back on him asking playfully as she gyrated her pussy against his touch. "Does my big boy enjoy me teasing his friend?" She was slightly stunned at his response.
