The Italian Friend

I freeze, heart pounding, as my mom's gorgeous Italian best friend spins around in the bathroom, catching me red-handed spying on her voluptuous body. "You’re going to get yourself into trouble if you keep spying on me," she purrs in that sultry accent, her wet curves glistening under the light. "Do you think it’s right to watch your mom’s best friend like this? Is that how you treat a guest in America? I think your mother would like to know what her naughty boy has been doing…"