"Mmmmmm." Maggie moans, pulling my head to her breast. "That feels nice." I unsnap her tight shorts and pull her zipper down, as I continue to lick her large breast. She's still stroking my c**k, which is now fully recovered, while I slip my hand inside her bikini panties. I'm running my fingers through her thick curly hair and sucking her n****e into my mouth, when I hear a car door.
"f**k!" I yell, pulling my hand out of her pants and fumbling with my clothes. "That's my mom."
"Too bad the transmitter isn't charged." Maggie says, pulling her halter-top, back over her breasts and zipping up her shorts. "You're everything I hoped you'd be, Nick." She says, as the front door opens.
"Hi mom." I call, a little too cheerily. "You remember Mag, uh... Mrs. Devlin, don't you mom?"
"Of course.
