"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Melissa calls out. The bottle spun quickly, but it slowly came and landed on yourself.
"Man, I have the shittiest luck."
"Are you seriously saying that? You bitch" your sister teases.
"Hey! I will not have that kind of language in my house, young lady!" Everyone's head snaps over to the doorway to see your mother with her arms crossed under her breasts. She's wearing a night robe that fails to hide her glorious cleavage and stops halfway down her thighs. Her bare foot taps against the tile impatiently.
"Ah, mom I was just joking!"
"I don't care! You apologize to your sister right now!" You would have defended her, but your voice would never reach her from so far away.
"I'm sorry, Tina..." she says. 'I'm going to kill you' she lips. You laugh it off.
"That's better. Now, I'm going to get my snack and head back upstairs. If you want, you can order a pizza and I'll pay."
"Thanks mom!"
"Thanks Ms. Sanson" your friends chime.
"Just make sure to be reasonable. I don't want to come back down here and see a dozen boxes lying around."
"That was a one time thing!" you call out. A few snickers ring out from those that hear you. Your mom looks confused, but walks over to the fridge.
"Come on!" Melissa yells. Looking back, you see the tip of the bottle pointing at you. Apparently she spun again during the distraction. She angrily grabbed the bottle and spun it hard from frustration. You laugh, but glance back over at your mom. She bent over, looking in the fridge with one foot stretched back. You can see her perfect heel bouncing rapidly. The hem of her robe rode up her leg from the awkward position all the way to her butt. You can make out the bottom of her crisp, pink panties. Yes, she's your mother. But she's also incredibly hot.
"Jesus, stop it!" The bottle landed on yourself once again. Melissa was getting furious at this point. She's never had this happen before.
"Are you playing spin the bottle?" mom asked. You look back over as your mom walks over with an apple in hand. She stands where Zoe was in the circle as the bottle goes around. From your place on the ground you can see up her robe up almost all the way. Her pink panties come into view as she shifts positions, hand on hip as she bites her apple.
"Whose turn is it?"
"Your daughter" Melissa says.
"Megan?"
"Nope"
"Tina?"
"Do you have any more?" Shelby asks.
"Maybe. If they're as small as Tina I might be preggers now!"
"Mom, don't be gross" you say.
"What? Don't think your mommy can get some action?"
"I'm gonna retch" Megan moans. She laughs loudly as the bottle begins to slow.
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