Lisa clicked the icons on the map up on her computer screen. She sat in her office chair and banged the mouse in frustration, as the "spinning beach ball of death" appeared on her screen in order to show her Mac desktop computer was no longer responding.
Her frustration came from a few different places. The first was that her investigation was a lot harder to solve than she initially suspected. In the beginning it seemed simple: A deliveryman stole her friend's jewelry, and she had to get it back from him. Yet, after dressing up like a comic book character that her son and his friends created, tracking down the perp, and then seducing him to the point where he came all over her tits, Lisa was left with nothing but an address that led to a dumpster in an alley.
And that alley in the city seemed to be near nothing of importance; only she couldn't know for sure because she couldn't get a clear view on the digital map.
All of this was going on while her son was in the basement, and she didn't know how to go about telling him what she just did with that deliveryman. Lisa didn't think he'd be mad, but so far, she hadn't done things with other men without him being there, with the exception of when she masturbated Sean and Lenny upstairs- but she had announced that intention to him beforehand.
Lisa knew she couldn't go downstairs and share her first alone encounter with Collin and pretend like nothing had changed between now and the previous day.
I finally have a man in the house that I can fuck when I'm stressed out, and I'm stressed out about the one fucking thing I'm not ready to talk to him about.
Looking at the time at the menu bar of the frozen computer, the middle-aged brunette bombshell knew that Collin's friends were about to come over the house. In light of her bad mood, Lisa knew she'd have to get her sexy swagger back if she wanted to be effective at asking Lenny for a huge favor.
Lenny was kind of the techy one out of Collin and his friends. He spent the most time on computers, wore black-framed glasses, and frequently went on spiels about Internet rights. Lisa figured that if anyone could help her get to the bottom of why the deliveryman, Frank, was leaving jewelry in the dumpster against his will, then it would be Lenny.
Already in black leggings, a red camisole, and a white pushup bra, Lisa just needed her fun energy that she usually had. As she heard her front door open, Lisa imagined Collin's head buried between her legs. Lisa's thighs rubbed together lightly in response to her thoughts.
That didn't take long.
She bit her lower lip.
"No, dude, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." Sean's voice echoed from around the corner.
"What do you mean? It's reasonable for her to be able to do that," Lenny responded.
"She can't do that."
Lisa immediately recognized that they were debating over content for her character in the next issue of the Myth of Masturbatra. "What can't I do?" Lisa called out into the hallway.
The two boys went silent. Lisa chuckled, knowing she made them uncomfortable. They walked around the corner. "Hi, Mrs. Carter."
"Hi, boys."
"Hi, Mrs. Carter, you look as hot as usual." Sean gawked at her simple, but sexy wardrobe.
"Thank you, Sean. So why were you boys talking about me behind my back?" She asked, feigning to be serious.
"Well, we..." Lenny looked over at Sean.
Not hesitating to throw his friend under the bus, Sean followed up, "Lenny thought it would be a good idea for Masturbatra to carry around a dildo and whack bad guys with it to beat them up."
"It's a perfectly fitting tool for her," Lenny justified.
Sean rolled his eyes. "It's unrealistic that a woman would be able to beat somebody up with a dildo. The point of the character is to seduce men, not beat them up like every other superhero."
"Who cares if it's realistic, Sean? The whole idea of a woman running around and stopping crimes by seducing men is unrealistic to begin with."
The married mother with 36D breasts was about to interject, but she held off.
You think that now...
"What do you think, Mrs. Carter?"
"Huh?"
"Is a dildo a good weapon? Or can we both agree that Lenny is wrong?"
Lisa thought about it before offering her sage advice. "Let's put it this way, if I wanted to get a man to do something for me, I'd be much better off pleasuring his cock than I would be hitting him against the side of the head with one. So yeah, it would be a bad weapon."
Sean raised his hands in victory, and Lenny was embarrassed that he was on the losing side of the debate.
Lisa added, "Sean, can you go down to the basement and join Collin? I need to talk to Lenny alone."
Both Sean and Lenny had a worried expression. They both had the initial reaction that Lenny had somehow offended Lisa by suggesting that a dildo would be a good weapon. Sean went down into the basement.
Speaking quickly and nervously, Lenny started, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Carter, I don't know what I was thinking. I-"
"Woah, woah, woah!" Lisa laughed. "You're not in trouble."
"I'm not?" The tall 18 year old with long black hair and glasses, who kind of looked like a skinnier version of Clark Kent, felt a little relieved. "So what do you need to talk to me about then, Mrs. Carter?"
"Well, there a couple favors I need from you."
"Anything."
"I'm glad to hear you say that. So the first favor should be pretty easy."
"Ok."
"I got these leggings yesterday (not true), and apparently they are meant to conform to the natural shape of a woman's butt, and I get the feeling like they are deforming it. Since you're the one infatuated with my ass, I figured I'd get an expert's opinion."
They both laughed as Lisa turned around. She stood up on her toes and pulled her shoulders back. Her red camisole slid up on her back, revealing skin between her shirt and the waistband of the black leggings.
Lenny marveled at the perfect ass. And, as he was allowed to, he reached out and lightly rubbed his hand on the smooth surface like it was a marble sculpture. "Can I sign up for your yoga class?" He joked dryly.
The hot MILF giggled and looked behind her shoulder. "I guess that means the pants are fine ha-ha. And if I were you I wouldn't waste my time signing up. I'd rather show my booty off to you here where you can cum on it." She winked.
She could tell from Lenny's flush face and raging erection that he was in a good position for her to ask him for the real favor. "So now that you've helped me with that, I have the other favor to ask."
"Do you need me to make sure your thong fits correctly?"
Lisa laughed again, almost until she was in tears. She wasn't trying to be flirty; she found his dry humor to be that funny. When she finally caught her breath, Lisa replied, "Maybe next time I go shopping. No, what I need from you is your tech expertise. I need you to set up a surveillance camera of some kind."
A look of unease came over Lenny's face. "Like for home protection? Is there a threat of some kind?"
"No, no," Lisa assured, "I can't really explain why right now, but I need to watch what happens in an alley downtown for the next day or two."
"Ooookaaayyyy..."
"I know it's weird, but it's very important that I do this."
"Are you in trouble of some kind? Does Collin know?"
"No to both of those things. And for right now I want to keep it that way. This is just between us."
Glancing behind his friend's mom, Lenny could see a map on the computer screen. She saw him focusing on it. "Yeah, I tried to pull the area up on a map, but the computer froze, of course. I can't get even get a good view of the alley."
"Oh, that's no issue." Lenny cracked his fingers and started typing and clicking away on the computer. It unfroze and he got the map on a street view looking down the alley.
"Oh, awesome." Lisa was impressed, placing her hand on Lenny's shoulder.
"So what exactly did you need to see in here? It's a dingy old alley." Lenny asked, confused.
"Right there." Lisa pointed at her computer screen. "That green dumpster. I need the camera pointing down the alley and getting all of the green dumpster. Someone is dropping something off there and someone else is picking it up. I need to find out who."
Lenny considered her needs. "Ok, that shouldn't be difficult."
"No?"
"Nope!" He said with a smile. "All I need to know is what time it takes place and I can set the camera to start a fifteen minutes before, and it can run for about two hours after."
"Ummm... Shoot," was Lisa's response. The young techy knew immediately that she had no clue what time the drop off happened.
"Well that makes things exponentially harder, Mrs. Carter. Because the tape has to reset every two to three hours, which means that the recording before that time will be deleted. I don't have the expensive equipment for this. That means I will have to watch the camera live to wait for the right cycle and then stop the recording. Is this really
