My Girlfriend's Mom
I visit my girlfriend one afternoon, but only her horny mother is home.
I dropped by Marsha’s early on a Saturday afternoon to hang out before we went to the drive-in. As usual, I walked in without knocking, calling out my entry, “Hi, Marsha. Hi, Mrs. D.” Passing through the kitchen I was entering the living room when I heard Marsha’s mom reply from her bedroom, “Marsha had to work a short shift this afternoon. Somebody didn’t show up. She’ll get off at 5.” Well, crap, that shot the hell out...