My friend's mom is a bimbo.
And that's not me being mean or anything, she really fits all the requirements of a bimbo. She's sexy as hell, with big tits and a tight body which she loves to show off with the clothes she wears. She's 42, but dresses like a high schooler. I still remember my friend having to tell his mom that it's not appropriate to wear a crop top and short shorts whenever he had friends over. I don't mind though, as she looked good as hell. Honestly, I don't think she minded much either.
She has long blonde hair that always looks perfect, and her makeup is always done as well. Not only that, but she married a rich older man as well.
She's also dumb as a brick.
I knew she wasn't the smartest person when I met her, but I never thought of her as a bimbo. That is, until she accidentally spilled water onto my pants and began to try to dry it off with a towel. The key detail here is that she spilled water right where my cock was, and didn't seem to care that it was getting hard as she kept drying.
After that, I began to realize that she truly is a bimbo.
Now, I've always had a thing for her, so that actually makes my plan today almost sure to work.
You see, my friend has to go on a camping trip with his dad, and they left today.
Why do I know that?
Well, because he was bitching to me about how he had to go camping with his dad in the middle of winter the moment he found out. And today, he was bitching about how he's gonna be gone for a week.
Which means that sexy Mrs. Atkins is all alone, and no one is around to stop me from putting my plan into motion.
I get into my car and drive to Glenn's house, thinking of Mrs. Atkins the whole way there. When I finally pull into the driveway, I get out and walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell.
"Coming!" I hear Mrs. Atkins call out.
A couple seconds after I hear her voice, the door swings open. Like I expected, it's Mrs. Atkins, and she's wearing a tight, white sweater and black yoga pants.
"Oh, hi there Chase!" she says, a smile beaming on her beautiful face.
"Hi Mrs. Atkins, is Glenn home by any chance?" I innocently ask.
Her smile turns into a pout.
"Oh, I'm sorry baby, but Glenn and his father left for a camping trip just this morning! Did he not tell you?" she asks.
"No, I guess he forgot..." I say, sighing. "Well, I guess, I can just go home and be alone..." I say, dramatically turning around.
"Wait, why don't you keep me some company?" she asks.
And she took the bait.
I instantly turn around on my heel.
"Oh, are you sure? I wouldn't want to bother you or anything." I say, trying to seem polite.
"Of course! You know I love having you around! I'm just doing some baking and watching romcoms. You know, boring old lady stuff." she says, laughing.
"Mrs. Atkins, you know you're not old." I flirt.
"Oh, you little charmer. Now, get inside before you start getting cold. It's freezing out there!" she says, hurrying me inside.
If there's one thing I always loved about Mrs. Atkins, it was how motherly and caring she was.
And how hot she was.
It's a mix of both, really.
As I'm rushed into the house, my nose is filled with the wonderful scent of cookies.
"Do you want some cookies? They're chocolate chip!" she asks.
Before I can even answer, she's already walking off towards the kitchen to get me some cookies and milk.
As she walks, I of course watch her perfect ass as she walks away.
God, I love this house.
I sit down on the couch, and she comes into the living room and sits down right next to me, sitting the plate of cookies on the coffee table and handing me the glass of milk.
"So, I can change the channel if you don't want to watch this, since I know it's some boring and girly movie, and I don't mind, really!" she says, reaching for the remote.
"No, it's alright. I kind of like movies like this anyways." I say, not lying.
Her eyes widen at this.
"Really! Oh, I'm so glad to hear that! I just wish Glenn's father would think the same way. I just want someone to watch these movies with and talk about them with!" she says, smiling.
"Well, if I were Mr. Atkins, I would love to watch these movies with you." I tell her.
"Aw, if only, right?" she says, laughing.
She turns away, and all I can think about is what else I would do if I were Mr. Atkins.
We watch the movie, and as time goes on, we get closer so that we're touching shoulders and that there's a blanket covering the two of us, which the combined heat from both of our bodies are making it exceptionally cozy and warm.
When the movie finishes up, she leans back and stretches, and I can see her sweater ride up a little bit, showing off some of her toned stomach.
She notices me looking at her stomach, and she pulls her sweater down, before laughing.
"Don't look! I think I ate too many cookies!" she exclaims.
"I couldn't tell. In fact, you actually have a better body that most of the girls at my school." I say, trying to flirt some more.
"Aw, thank you for saying that! I'm glad someone notices how much effort I put into maintaining this body!" she says, jokingly flexing.
"Besides, if there's anyone that's eaten too many of your cookies, it's me!" I say, taking off my shirt to not-so-subtlety show her my lean and toned body.
She blushes a little bit at this, before finally speaking up.
"No, I think you're still a handsome young man." she says, her eyes drifting down to my chest every now and then.
I put my shirt back on, but she keeps going.
"You know, even when Glenn's father was in shape, he wasn't that toned! What kind of exercise do you do?" she asks me.
"Oh, you know, cardio, weightlifting, dieting. If I ate your delicious food as much as Mr. Atkins did, I'm sure I'd lose my figure too." I say.
I mean, I'm not wrong. I could eat whatever Mrs. Atkins make all damn day.
"Aw, you little flirt!" she says. pinching my cheeks. "Speaking of which, you're welcome to come over whenever you want this week, since I'll just be home alone most of the time!" she tells me.
"Well, I did tell my parents that I was staying over here tonight, so maybe we could have a sleepover?" I ask.
"Hm..." Mrs. Atkins says.
Honestly, this might be the hardest I've ever seen her think.
"Well, Glenn and his father would freak out if they found out..." she tells me.
"I can keep a secret. Besides, don't you want someone to keep you com[any?" I ask her.
"I guess you're right. Just don't tell anyone, got it?" she says.
"I won't tell a soul." I say, putting my hand on her leg.
She blushes again, and gets up.
"Would you like some more cookies? There's still plenty left, and there's still movies that are gonna play as well." she says in her motherly tone.
"Only if we get to keep watching them under this blanket." I tell her.
"Of course!" she says, turning around to get more cookies.
So far so good. She's reacting well to my advances, and being able to spend the night definitely helps.
