Standing in the doorway was none other than Holly's own mother, Sandy. An attractive woman, Alex considered her a milf. She might have a little weight on her, but she had large boobs and wide hips. Holly got her blonde hair and blue eyes from her mother.
The woman appeared flustered and disheveled, as if she had been searching frantically for something important. In her hands, she held a pair of keys. She obviously came back to collect those.
Sandy's gaze shifted between her now huge daughter and the babysitter, and then locked onto the discarded clothing scattered across the floor. "What on earth has been going on here?" she demanded sternly, her tone suggesting that she wasn't taking any bullshit excuses.
Neither Alex nor Holly responded immediately, caught off guard by Sandy's unexpected appearance. But soon enough, Holly piped up timidly, "Ummm, nothing mommie, everything's okay."
Sandy raised an eyebrow skeptically, but before she could press further, Alex stepped forward hastily, trying desperately to think of a plausible explanation for her daughter's size increase and current state of undress.
"Mrs. Martin," he began nervously, "We were just doing some...experimenting. With growth spurts and stuff. Don't worry, everything's perfectly normal."
It was a lame excuse, but under the circumstances, it was the best he could come up with on the fly.
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