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they relaxed after the exciting evening out on the town. Gloria and Philomena seemed a bit fidgety and they couldn’t contain their laughter as they whispered to one another.
“What are they up to?” asked Sloane with a perplexed look upon her face. Holly shrugged, wishing she knew what their mothers were up to now. They were worse than a couple of hormonal, pimple-faced teenagers.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Philomena jumped from her seat and smoothed her dress over her voluptuous frame. A tall man with a muscular physique filled the doorway. He was dressed in firefighter gear from head to toe and he had an urgent look on his face.
“Is everything alright, ma’am?”
“We are now…” said Gloria saucily as she took in the gorgeous face of the firefighter.
“I got a call… An urgent one…about a fire… Someone here is on fire!”
“Oh, you’ve got the right place… I’m hot tonight!” exclaimed Philomena as she began to fan herself. Sloane’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.
“Can I come in…? There is something I need to show you…”
“Please… Do your duty…”
Philomena and Gloria took a seat on the edge of Sloane’s bed. They could not contain their giggles.
The firefighter grabbed a chair and placed it in the center of the room.
“Sloane Markowitz… I must have a word with you.”
“Bloody hell, mother. I am going to kill you!”
“Sloane, my name is Lieutenant Matt and I am here to get you fired up!”
“Please, get her fired up…” said Sloane as she pointed to her mother. “I have enough excitement in my life,” said Sloane squirming to the back of her bed with Holly.
“Well, Philomena, since she doesn’t want me… I’ll have to find someone who does.”
“You won’t have to look long, big boy. Mama’s right here!”
Matt winked at Gloria and Philomena as he plugged his iPod into the dock on the bureau. He took his sweet time knowing that Gloria and Philomena were already undressing him with their eyes.
“Mother, seriously?” Sloane said mortified. Holly couldn’t help but laugh. She pulled out her cell phone and was hoping to catch a photo of her mother and Sloane’s crazy Mom.
Suddenly, the soulful voices of the Weather Girls blared from the radio as It’s Raining Men pulsed from the speakers. Matt began moving his hips from side to side, shaking his ass for his watchful audience. Philomena and Gloria squealed with excitement as Matt slid out of his yellow fireman coat and threw it onto Sloane’s bed. He jumped to face them. He was jacked – his muscles rippled across his chest, and his biceps were bulging and tatted up. Matt’s skin glistened from the baby oil that he had lathered all over himself and the sight was enough to send Philomena’s libido into overdrive.
“Yeah, baby! Shake it!” she yelled.
“I heard you were on fire tonight! Things are about to get real wet in here! Hold on tight, ladies!”
Matt ripped his pants off leaving him dressed in nothing more than his fire hat, a g-string and his boots. Holly was a vibrant shade of red as she watched the stripper gyrate around the room shaking his tanned ass and ruby red “package” in close proximity to Gloria and Philomena’s faces.
“I think I’m going to have a stroke,” said Sloane as her mother got off the bed and began to dance with Matt.
“Philomena… I have got to tell you! You are hot, tonight! I need to sit down and catch my breath!”
The stripper sat down on the chair he had grabbed for himself and spread his legs wide so that his “jewels”, as Philomena so politely called them, were on full display, protected only by the skimpy satin fabric of his g-string. He flexed his pecs as he smiled at Gloria and Philomena. They screamed in delight as they fanned themselves.
“Hot indeed, I may need mouth to mouth,” he said to Philomena.
“Why don’t you come on over and talk to me…”
Before Gloria could get up, Philomena was on Matt’s
“What are they up to?” asked Sloane with a perplexed look upon her face. Holly shrugged, wishing she knew what their mothers were up to now. They were worse than a couple of hormonal, pimple-faced teenagers.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Philomena jumped from her seat and smoothed her dress over her voluptuous frame. A tall man with a muscular physique filled the doorway. He was dressed in firefighter gear from head to toe and he had an urgent look on his face.
“Is everything alright, ma’am?”
“We are now…” said Gloria saucily as she took in the gorgeous face of the firefighter.
“I got a call… An urgent one…about a fire… Someone here is on fire!”
“Oh, you’ve got the right place… I’m hot tonight!” exclaimed Philomena as she began to fan herself. Sloane’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.
“Can I come in…? There is something I need to show you…”
“Please… Do your duty…”
Philomena and Gloria took a seat on the edge of Sloane’s bed. They could not contain their giggles.
The firefighter grabbed a chair and placed it in the center of the room.
“Sloane Markowitz… I must have a word with you.”
“Bloody hell, mother. I am going to kill you!”
“Sloane, my name is Lieutenant Matt and I am here to get you fired up!”
“Please, get her fired up…” said Sloane as she pointed to her mother. “I have enough excitement in my life,” said Sloane squirming to the back of her bed with Holly.
“Well, Philomena, since she doesn’t want me… I’ll have to find someone who does.”
“You won’t have to look long, big boy. Mama’s right here!”
Matt winked at Gloria and Philomena as he plugged his iPod into the dock on the bureau. He took his sweet time knowing that Gloria and Philomena were already undressing him with their eyes.
“Mother, seriously?” Sloane said mortified. Holly couldn’t help but laugh. She pulled out her cell phone and was hoping to catch a photo of her mother and Sloane’s crazy Mom.
Suddenly, the soulful voices of the Weather Girls blared from the radio as It’s Raining Men pulsed from the speakers. Matt began moving his hips from side to side, shaking his ass for his watchful audience. Philomena and Gloria squealed with excitement as Matt slid out of his yellow fireman coat and threw it onto Sloane’s bed. He jumped to face them. He was jacked – his muscles rippled across his chest, and his biceps were bulging and tatted up. Matt’s skin glistened from the baby oil that he had lathered all over himself and the sight was enough to send Philomena’s libido into overdrive.
“Yeah, baby! Shake it!” she yelled.
“I heard you were on fire tonight! Things are about to get real wet in here! Hold on tight, ladies!”
Matt ripped his pants off leaving him dressed in nothing more than his fire hat, a g-string and his boots. Holly was a vibrant shade of red as she watched the stripper gyrate around the room shaking his tanned ass and ruby red “package” in close proximity to Gloria and Philomena’s faces.
“I think I’m going to have a stroke,” said Sloane as her mother got off the bed and began to dance with Matt.
“Philomena… I have got to tell you! You are hot, tonight! I need to sit down and catch my breath!”
The stripper sat down on the chair he had grabbed for himself and spread his legs wide so that his “jewels”, as Philomena so politely called them, were on full display, protected only by the skimpy satin fabric of his g-string. He flexed his pecs as he smiled at Gloria and Philomena. They screamed in delight as they fanned themselves.
“Hot indeed, I may need mouth to mouth,” he said to Philomena.
“Why don’t you come on over and talk to me…”
Before Gloria could get up, Philomena was on Matt’s
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