Just a few minutes before Bobby had crossed the final line with his babysat, Mrs. Patterson was making her way back home earlier than she expected. It turns out there was a small mix up with her work, and she was actually not needed after all. Even though she told Bobby that she would not return until much later into the night, she was sure he would be in for a surprise to see her return in less than half of an hour after all.
“I’m home” Betsy Patterson said as she open the door to her house, expecting little Brittney to run up and greet her mother, but instead found it more unmistakably quieter than she had imagine. There was no sign of her daughter or her babysitter anywhere. Betsy made her way into the living room, noticing that it too was empty, but saw the shattered remains of her ceramic lamb that she had bought as a souvenir from India.
“I’m going to have to have a little talk with my daughter later about this” Betsy sighed as she went over to pick up the pieces, wondering why Bobby left them on the ground. Betsy then noticed the torn up remains of pieces of fabric that was not too far as well. “What this…?” Betsy said to herself as she inched towards it, but her concentration shifted as she began to hear little squeaks and creaks coming from upstairs, or more specifically, the bed in her bedroom. “How many time have I told Brittney not to play in my room” Betsy growled, “I’m going to have to have a talk with Bobby about this.”
Betsy then began to head upstairs, hearing as the squeaks and creaks of her bed grow louder and faster as she approached it. But something was odd, instead of hearing the giggles of her little girl bouncing around on her bed; she instead heard the breathless moans of an older woman echo down the hall. Betsy blood began to boil as the thought that Bobby had brought over some skank to her home, using her place as a sex joint when she was out. The anger intensified at the possibility that Bobby would also make love to this girl right in front of her own daughter. With that in mind, Betsy rushed to her bedroom, slamming the door open.
What Betsy saw as she entered the room was a naked curvaceous woman with long straight pale-blonde hair in the middle of raising her heart-shaped ass up, letting Bobby’s limping dick plop out from inside her, as he laid on her bed naked and exhausted. Betsy then quickly scanned the room, but didn’t see her little sweetheart anywhere to be found.
“Bobby! Just what do you think you are doing, and just where is my daughter!” Betsy shouted angrily.
“Mom?” The pale-blonde woman said as she twisted her head around. “Mom, it’s me Brittney” she continued as she rose from on top of Bobby.
“Brittney? My daughter’s only 2-years-old, I don’t know who you are, but you have 10 seconds to get dress and get out of my house before I call the cops on you.” Betsy then turned her attention to Bobby, “And you young man, I am so disappointed in you, don’t think I won’t tell your mother about this later.”
Bobby began to panic at the current situation he found himself in, and looked to his ring before making another wish.