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.
