You stumble downstairs some time later, wiping the sleep from your eyes, your ‘release’ earlier filling you with a lingering sense of satisfaction. Of course, that all changes when you come downstairs and see Betsy lying on the couch, and the mere sight of her figure leaves you all hot and bothered again. Fuck.
“Good mornin’, sleepyhead! Had to sleep in a lil’ bit, huh?” She smiled, that big, familiar, dumb smile as you walked in. It would almost be charming, if you weren’t too busy staring at her tits. “That’s okay! It’s your vacation! You should spend it however ya want!”
You tried to shake the thoughts from your mind, keeping your raging hormones under control. “T-thanks,” you stuttered. You were just about to walk towards the kitchen, trying to stay far, far away from the curvaceous cow woman… but before you could leave, she stopped you.
“Hey, wait!” She called out, and you stopped in your tracks. “I was thinking… we’ve barely gotten to know eachother, huh? I mean, I’m married to your father, so that sorta makes us family, doesn’t it?” She perks up, patting the spot on the couch next to her. “C’mon, hun! We should chat a little!”
You paused… before reluctantly taking a seat by her side on the couch, just being so close to her making you a little excited. What is wrong with you this week? You’re normally such a sober and clear-headed guy. These feelings you were going through just weren’t going to be sustainable for the whole week. You needed some sort of… outlet.
“So… I’m sure you’re wondering how I met your father, first of all!” She smiled. “Well, it’s sort of a funny story, actually! He was on his way to a meeting when he got last waaaay in the backcountry. Worse still, there was a massive hailstorm comin’... so he had to get to shelter, quick! Luckily, he happened to stop right by my ranch!”
She giggled. “The look on his eyes when he first saw me… well, it’s sorta like the look in YOUR eyes right now!” Your heart sunk, and you immediately turned away from her, blushing. Did she… know you were attracted to her? If so, she didn’t seem to mind. “Oh, he was such a cutie… it was love on first sight!”
Damn. She lived nearby? Now you almost wished you got to her before your father did. “Oooh, I remember our first night together! He was such a gentleman… and, oh goodness, the way he-” She bit her lip, cooing at the memory… before blushing when she realized what she’d just said. “Oh! Uh… you probably don’t want to hear about that, huh? Hehe! Sorry!”
You DEFINITELY wanted to hear about that, but you bit your tongue. “So… what do you do for fun nowadays? Back in my day, we ran around outside and hit eachother with sticks… but you kids these days have your fancy electronics…” She giggled.
You blinked, trying to organize your thoughts. “Well… I like to read… text… play games…”
She perks up. “Oh! I love games!” She smiles, sitting up on the couch. “We should play one together! What kind of games do you like?”
You think about it. You’re a big fan of tactical first person shooters and such, but… you highly doubt she’d be a fan. “Umm… probably not the kind of games you’re thinking of,” you shrugged. “I mean, better question - what kind of games do YOU like? Monopoly?”
She taps her chin, as if thinking about it. “Uh… well, Monopoly’s a little too complicated for me, sweetheart…” She confessed, sheepishly.
“How about checkers?”
“Too complicated.”
“... Snakes and Ladders?”
“I can’t really wrap my head around that one.”
“... Tic-Tac-Toe!?”
“Too much strategy!”
“Well, what games DO you like, then?” You crossed your arms, getting a little frustrated.
She thinks about it. “Well, I don’t know if it counts as a game, but… I love to wrestle!” You blush at the thought of getting pinned down beneath her curvaceous body. “Oh! And back when I was your age, I used to love spin the bottle! I don’t know if it really works with only two people… but we can try!” You blush even more! “Oh! And I also like guessing games!”
That last one… just confuses you. “Wait, what?” You glance over at her. “Guessing games? What do ya mean?”
“Well, if there’s one thing I know, it’s food!” She smiles. “So, you can put a blindfold on my head, and I can tell you what any food is just by giving it a couple good licks!” You consider the thought. It wasn’t as hot as the other two, but perhaps you’d be able to make it work...
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