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As Janice Roberts stood at her vanity mirror, she thought that she had her mind in order. The unspeakable events with her own son were now under the bridge. She could resume the normal righteousness of her morally straight life.
But an hour before her son's lunch arrival, Janice was powdering herself with the sweetest perfume. Her hair was cropped in a stylish manner, and her face was lit by eye-liner.
Moments later Janice was in the attic, window dressing for clothes stored away several years ago. "It is terribly hot today" she reasoned, pulling on shorts and a low-cut halter. Janice had gained nearly 20lbs since she had worn this outfit. Janice also carried healed pumps down stairs since they were, 'toe-less', of course.
Janice convinced herself how hot it was today, but she was unable to look at herself in any reflection glass. So when the doorbell rang, she rushed to the door with her understood reasoning for such attire. "But why doesn't he use his house key?"
Janice expressioned her face casual as if she had little on her mind. Then she swung the door open. "What!..what are you doing here!?
"Well hello Janice, top of the morning dearie. You know, you said that you'd come by the next day and I was wondering what you've been up to."
"Betty...I can't..."
"Well can I come in neighbor?," Betty asked rhetorically as she pranced thru the foyer.
"Betty, I can't right now. My son will be home for lunch soon, and I haven't finished his...
"Damn! Wait, the phone."
Betty was led to the den where she sat down and crossed her legs. She watched Janice on the phone that was at the hall entrance to the den. She couldn't hear anything however.
Janice was twice as irritated now that Joey wasn't even coming for lunch today. (He could have told me earlier!)She hissed. It wasn't the only reason she'd miss his presence. Janice would not share this development with Betty however, she needed a way to get rid of Miss Jenkins.
"That was my son Betty. Hey, I'll call you later on, O.K.?," she tried to dismiss the woman.
"My Janice, I know it's hot today, but...you're almost naked."
When Janice snubbed the comment, Betty pushed her taunts further.
"Janice, do you dress this way at home always?," she mused, noticing the small shorts tightened at Janice's hips when Janice was in stride. She saw Janice's nice figured ass balled into the light cotton fabric until meaty rivets of buttcheek peeked beneath the hems. The shorts were so small that the hems actually v-ed into her vaginal crack.
Janice took exception to this comment, and angrily tugged on the bottom of her halter to hide her exposed navel. But this caused her ample breast, naked under the shirt, to pop towards the neckline, the undersized shirt scraping her nipples taut.
"I mean, If you have a man coming over Janice I understand. I can't believe you serve your teenaged son dinner, looking so damn...hot!?" (Whorish was her first choice of words). "The poor boy!"
"I don't Betty! Today is just...ah...well its hot! O.K.!? Damn!" her fuse being lit.
"I'm sorry Janice, I didn't mean... But I am sure that any dish you serve the boy is a banquet, or a feast! Ha! Ha!"
"Betty!"
"I know, I know, just trippin'. His teammates with the biiig bats would love to have his dinner. Ha!Ha! As well as those hot young girls that watch them too, for that matter."
Janice was stunned at the implication. How could Betty? But Janice knew there was truth in the matter. And how would it look, she serving her own son a plate, with her voluptuous gourmet figure spilling all over the table. And for a moment she felt that Betty could see right thru the intentions for her dressed this way.
And Janice was forced to admit to herself that maybe she did want to stimulate her son-- to punish him for his nonchalant attitude the night before. (But just to stimulate him!) She clarified.
Janice was horrified at the thought of being suspected. Especially by Betty, who was becoming more and more intimidating. Janice hastily reacted, spurred by the last comments of Betty. The mere mention of young girls being interested in another woman, and the way Betty was eyeing her body, Janice would act as if she was in to...women. (I know she likes cock, so it's a harmless way to throw her off track), Janice had thought.
"Where is my son? He's late today. Betty, why don't I pour us drinks while we wait," she schemed as she raised slowly, eyed Betty deeply, and turned to walk seductively towards the bar. Out of site at the bar, she pulled her halter even lower, to force her breast higher 'til deep cleavage showed of her full rounded tits.
She slowly re-entered the room in run-way fashion, and walked right up to Betty's crossed legs. She bent at the waist until her powdered smelling titties were inches from Betty's face. She paused to lower the drink and looked into Betty's eyes.
"You know, I don't recall you mentioning any guy the other day. It's just you and your son in that big old house of yours." Janice turned to place the tray down, turning her back as she finished her comment. "Unless of course you play ball while he's practicing it," she said coyly. Then she sat right beside Betty on the couch.
"Well Betty, you know, I wondered about that the whole time I was at you crib. If there's a guy in your bosom I mean." Janice was eyeing Betty's body now to over sell her act. But undressing Betty with her eyes was a mistake for Janice. The memory of seeing Betty naked had actually aroused her senses.
"Speaking of your Billy, Joey says that he is a very good ball player. If he sees you as sexy as I do, he would show you some of his moves," she laughed at her own taunting.
Janice knew of the Jenkins incestuous activity, but she didn't mean to be so blunt. Now it was Betty's turn to squirm. She wondered why the cold shoulder by Janice, to go along with the in-u-windows. And If Joey and Billy were good friends, Billy may have unknowingly given cause for the Roberts to speculate.
Betty was becoming convinced that Janice was attracted to her, and if she'd go along for now, maybe Janice would let off with the taunting. She and Billy spent very much time together and Joey may have told his mother something.
"My sexy Janice, you are a knockout. You must have suspected it Janice, that I asked you over that day to see if you might be game."
