I called round to Sam's house and rang the doorbell and waited, to my surprise Jennifer answered the door looking very serious and invited me in. I followed her to the living room and sat on the sofa.
I couldn't help myself staring at her stunning legs clad in the most gorgeous sheer tan tights as she crossed her legs but I was concerned about the serious look on her face and the tension in the air.
She told me that it was her who text me to ask me to come round using Sam's phone and that she was very concerned about my "relationship" with her son. I asked her what was wrong and, although starting to panic I tried to sound calm and innocent.
Jennifer explained that she was concerned that Sam and I had spent a lot of time together lately and, whilst she was initially happy that Sam had made a friend, she had become suspicious as to the nature of our friendship. I began to explain that we were just friends who enjoyed each others company when Jennifer produced a shoe box which caused my heart to do a back flip. She opened the box revealing several pairs of her tights, most of them with visible semen stains and then took out a digital camera.
She moved to sit next to me, turned the camera on and asked me if I could explain the pictures. I watched in horror as she cycled through pictures of Sam and I masturbating in her tights, pictures of us sucking each other and even a short video of me fucking Sam. As she flicked through the pictures my panic level rose but also my cock started to stir in my tights concealed beneath my jeans.
Jennifer's calm and professional manner was starting to slip as each picture passed, her tone had changed from concerned to angry and she began demanding to know why I had forced her son to carry out these depraved acts. I tried to reason with her and explain that neither of us had forced anyone and that the "depraved" acts as she called them were carried out by two consenting adults for our mutual pleasure. This only served to increase her anger level to the point where she was shouting at me despite sitting in close proximity, she screamed at me that I was never to see her son again and that she would be interested to know what my wife thought of the pictures.
I placed a hand on her silky thigh as I tried to calm and reason with her and she pushed my hand away, then something that had never happened before just came over me, I pushed my hand up her skirt and tried to kiss her. She reacted as you would expect, pushing me away screaming at me, incandescent with rage.
