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My Girlfriend's Neglected Mother: Part 2

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Girlfriend's Neglected Mother: Part 2
I was asked to Fill In For Her Husband?

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A few days later I was at the Hollins' house when Jennie's phone

pinged. She opened the message, read it, read it again, pumped her
fist and said, "Yes! Whitman scheduled me for an interview, but
crap, it's next Friday. Mom, that's your birthday."

Whitman was Jennie's dream college, the one she had no chance of

getting into. Still, the assistant director of admissions had been a
fraternity brother of Mr. Hollins, not one Mr. Hollins had been close
to, but perhaps, maybe. Mr. Hollins was to go with Jennie to the
interview, see if he could influence the decision.

Mrs. Hollins said, "Honey, when you're in you late thirties

your birthday is not that big a deal. And, in any case, we weren't
planning to do anything as a family until Saturday."

Jennie said, "But still Mom, it's your birthday. Dad and I

can't leave."

Mrs. Hollins said, "Of course you can, I'll find something to

do."

Jennie looked at me with expectant eyes and I said, "Look,

Mrs Hollins; with your daughter out of town I'll be foot loose and
fancy free. Let me take you out. We'll do something different,
something you wouldn't normally do."

Jennie said, "That's a great idea Mom, and I know just the

place. There's a club not too far from campus. It has a mixed crowd,
not just students."

Mrs. Hollins said, "I don't know, you sure you want to go out

with an old lady Michael?"

"What old lady, you bringing a friend? With Jennie out of

town you'll be the finest woman around."

Mrs. Hollins said, "What, I'm not as hot as my daughter?"

Jennie said, "Mom, you and I will pick out something for you

to wear, show my boyfriend exactly how hot you can be."

We ran it, well at least the general concept, by Mr Hollins; he

said it was an excellent idea.

Date With Her Mom.

"Happy birthday Mrs. Hollins."

I handed her a half-dozen roses. While a cliche, it was always

appreciated. Eyes spread wide, she kissed my cheek and said, "They're
beautiful. Please come in."

And while her eyes had spread wide, they were no match for mine.

Mrs. Hollins' red dress snugly fit her slender form; her modest tits
were held perfect in the built-in cups. The back was open; there were
no straps, just a tie around the neck. And, as I followed her into
the house, I focused on her ass; it formed an impeccable bump in the
back of the dress.

And the shoes: red stiletto heels that buckled around the ankles.

The dress screamed fuck me, the shoes hollered the same thing, and

later her moves on the dance floor would be exclamation points. If it
was going to happen, it would happen tonight. I was going to make my,
and Jennie's fantasy come true: I'd fuck her mother.

In the living room she handed me a glass of wine, put the flowers

in a vase, studied them, moved one flower half-an-inch, another a
quarter-of-an-inch, leaned forward, took a long whiff, chin in hand
studied them, moved two more flowers, and said, "They're lovely,
and you're sweet and thoughtful."

She kissed my cheek. Her perfume was light and airy. She pushed a

strand of hair behind her ear, and said, "I can see why my
daughter's so enamored with you."

"A beautiful woman deserves beautiful flowers, and you look

spectacular. Jennie asked for pictures."

I took several of her, then several of us together, my arm around

her shoulder, her arm around my waist.

Jennie texted, said we were a good looking couple, instructed me

to show her Mom the time of her life.



I held the door of my newly cleaned jalopy for her, then her chair

at the hole-in-the-wall Thai restaurant where we'd never run into any
of her crowd. She asked my advice, ordered it, complimented my
choice. We shared dessert, then went to the club.

We danced fast, danced slow, and later, as I drove her home, she

leaned her body into mine.



I handed her a glass of wine as she moved a couple of the flowers,

moved them back, moved one other, and said, "That's better, it's
been bothering me all night. What do you think?"

I said, "I think you've got it," held my glass up.

"To you, on your birthday."

Touching her glass to mine she said, "To a wonderful evening,

I can't remember a better time. Why don't you put on some music, come
sit with me. I need to get off my feet, it's been years since I
danced in stilettos."

"Well, every guy there would vote in favor of you doing it

again."

"Michael, are you flirting with me?"

"Just getting started."

Mrs. Hollins sat, then took off her ruby heart-shaped earrings/

She lay them on the table next to the couch. I put on some soft jazz,
said, "Foot rub?" she said, "I'd like that," and
I sat on the far end of the couch as she pirouetted until her back
rested on the arm and her feet were in my lap.

I unbuckled her shoes, laid them on the floor, worked her feet; we

chatted, she drank her wine. When her phone pinged she signaled me to
keep working, picked it off the coffee table, held it up. It was
Jennie on FaceTime. She then turned it back towards her and said,
"Hey babe, how'd the interview go?"

"Not good. The guy from Dad's frat was away on a family

emergency. I ended up with a guy who had no idea who I was, who
hadn't reviewed my file. It was a milk run, not an interview. But
enough of me. Happy birthday, did you have fun?"

"I'm sorry to hear that honey. And yes, your boyfriend showed

me a wonderful time. I haven't danced like that in years. He's
rubbing my feet right now."

"He gives good foot rub Mom. I want to talk to both of you."

Moving her feet off my lap, Mrs. Collins slid down the couch and

leaned her body on mine.

My girlfriend was sitting-up in bed, her back resting on the

headboard, a blanket pulled across her chest. Her shoulders were
bare. Was she wearing any clothes?

"You taking good care of Mom, sweetie?"

"Trying."

"Good, give Mom a birthday kiss from me."

Mrs. Collins turned her head, I brushed my lips on hers.

Jennie said, "Come on, you can do better than that."

Mrs. Collins, holding the phone in one hand, turned her shoulders,

wrapped slender strong fingers on the back of my neck, pulled me
towards her, ran a hand down my side, kissed me. Her lips moved on
mine, mine on hers; I was as hard as a rock.

Jennie said, "That's much better. Now you two don't stay up

too late, and sleep soundly. Love you both."

Mrs. Hollins clicked off the phone, slid it onto the coffee table,

rotated towards me, said, "My daughter's text said she left me a
pretty present. Do you know what she was talking about? "

"Not sure, but I'd hate for you to be disappointed. Are there

any boxes lying around?"

She said, "No," and started unbuttoning my shirt. Then

added, "Could she have meant you?"

"Maybe, should we call and ask?"

"No, she was already in bed, we wouldn't want to wake her.

We'll assume I'm right and check with her in the morning."

She undid several more buttons, opened my shirt, ran her hand on

my chest, said, "Nice," then finished unbuttoning and slid
off my shirt. Next she pulled my undershirt over my head, ran her
hands on my chest, teased my nipples with her perfect nails, said,
Good body, do you know how to use it?"

"Jennie doesn't complain and she's not one to hide her

opinion. In fact, she's quite uninhibited, there's this game we play
where she pretends to be you."

"Yes, I saw on the boat. Do you like this game, Michael?"

“On the boat?” Mrs. Hollins was now running her nails

in circles around my nipples, it was hard to concentrate.

“Oh yeah, the boat.”

"Very much." I said.

She kissed the top of my chest; I slipped a hand inside her dress,

stroked a small firm breast with the side of my thumb.

"So, should I pretend to be my daughter?"

I rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"No, Mrs. Hollins. I've wanted you since I first saw you. But

I'm sure every boyfriend of Jennie's must have. Why me?"

I let go of her nipple, slid my hand up her leg, dragged a

fingertip along her pussy slit, worked it around her panties, then
sank it inside her.

Her tone was seductive as she said, "Maybe because of the

happy bounce in my daughter's step when she's been with you. Maybe
because you're the only one who admitted it. Maybe because I know you
love my daughter and will keep this to the three of us. Maybe because
you turn me on."

Her hand on my chest moved lower,

tracing the muscles of my stomach, and she brought her lips to mine.
Her kiss was powerful, and intense. I pushed a second, then a third
finger inside her, twisted them, moved them in and out, listened to
her soft moan.

"I love the way you touch me."

Rocking my fingers inside her I worked her clit with my thumb, a

teasing circular motion. Her hips moving with me I tugged the tie
around her neck and the dress fell from her chest; Mrs. Hollins
gasped when chilled air met flushed breasts.

I considered taking Mrs. Hollins into my arms and heading for the

bedroom, but I wanted it to be a long-term thing, best to give her
the full treatment. I covered her right breast, caressed the firm
flesh; her nipple throbbed, stiffened.

Then, her head on my shoulder, she said, "It's time to unwrap

my present," undid my belt and button, unzipped me, pushed a
hand inside.

"Very nice, thick and fat."

Holding her to me I moved my fingers in her cunt, a little faster,

a little harder, and rocked my thumb on her clit. The intensity of
her moans increased and she was soon jabbing her hips into my hand.

I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Hollins."

"Hmm."

"Like I fuck your daughter."

"Um Hmm."

"Fuck you until you can't see straight."

"Hmm."

"Like I fuck your daughter."

"Ah Hmm."

"I'll dick you to your heart's delight."

"M."

"And no one will know, they'll just think I'm balling your

daughter, but I'll be balling you."

"Um Hmm."

"That's what you want isn't it?"

"Mmmmnnnnnmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Isn't it."

"M Hmm"

"Say it."

"I, I, I..."

"Say it."

She bit my shoulder and said, "Yes Michael... Um, that's...

hmm, what... Um, I want... Hmm."

I pulled on her nipple, her moan grew louder and higher in pitch.

"Uh "

Curling my upper body I took the nipple into my mouth.

"I'm..."

Licked it, hard.

"...fricking...'

I Rolled it between my teeth.

"...fricking..., fricking..., fricking..."

Bit it.

"...Cumming."

With an animal sound that filled the room her body jerked, her

breast ripped from my mouth, and I curled my fingers, jammed them
into her g-spot. Pinned on those fingers, she let out a hyena howl
and came again. Juice pouring from her, she shook shuddered rattled
whimpered, then croaked out, "Stop, stop, stop, please stop,
can't... take... any... more."

I slid my fingers from her sex and, head buried on my chest, she

clung to me, quivering, sucking in air, the orgasm continuing to echo
through her wracked lovely form, until she slumped against me and
said in a shaky voice, "I'm so glad... I raised... my
daughter... to share."

I held her awhile, kissed the top of her head, and said, "Maybe

its time we got naked." She stood and the dress slipped from her
body; Mrs. Hollins, her wiry form the template for her daughter,
stood before me, skin flushed, naked but for red silk panties.

"You're so hot, Mrs. Hollins."

"It's not like you haven't seen it before. Now take off your

clothes, it's time I saw what makes my daughter so giddy."

I yanked my shoes off, pushed my pants and underwear down, the tip

of Mrs. Hollins' tongue sliding on her lower lip as my dick, at full
staff, emerged.

"I can see why my daughter's so happy. You think you're man

enough for two?"

"Two ordinary women, or you and Jennie?"

Wrapping her hand around it she said, "Me and Jennie, dummy."

"I'm not sure any man's up to that, but I'll do my best."

She said, "Good answer," pumped the shaft with one hand,

cupped and coddled my balls with the other. When a drop of pre-cum
emerged she dragged her thumb over the crown and down the underside
of my cock, sliding it on the thick slimy liquid. I dropped my head
and kissed her; her tongue, like the rest of her, was athletic,
limber, and bold.

When the kiss ended she smiled, pecked my lips, said, "Why

don't you sit down."

I did and she knelt, made a show of stretching her jaw, slid her

lips over the head of my dick, swirled her tongue, and cradling my
balls, moved down, bobbing her head in a slow steady rhythm.

"Hmm..."

Pleased by my reaction, she reached up, teased my nipples, and

after several minutes let me slide from her lips, dragged her tongue
up my dick, kissed the crown, said, "Tell me stud, who gives
better head, me or my daughter?"

This was an opportunity not to be wasted.

"Well, if I had to choose I'd insist on a fair competition,

controlled environment, side-by-side testing repeated often enough to
ensure adequate sample size, with ongoing confirmation and
monitoring."

She said, "In that case I better practice," sucked a

testicle into her mouth, rolled it on her tongue, pushed it out
between tightly compressed lips, then swallowed my shaft, worked her
mouth up and down. Enthralled, I cupped her head, held it still, and,
as she relaxed her jaw and opened her mouth wide, fucked Mrs.
Hollins' face.

When I let go a deeply aroused Mrs. Hollins swallowed me, rotated

her head and moved me around the inside of her mouth, cupped and
caressed my balls, slid back up to nurse on the cock-head with
hyperactive tongue and lips.

If we got that mother-daughter competition going, Mrs. Hollins

would be formidable.

The pressure kept building in my belly, my hips jerking in hard

involuntary motion, and Mrs. Hollins, unfazed, moved her head,
adjusting to my increasingly random thrusts. As she bobbed up and
down my quivering balls did a little dance, tightened; I cried out,
"So good," exploded. Cum poured into her mouth and, with
muffled squeals, she drank voraciously, let none escape, then drove
her face into me, concave cheeks vacuuming cum from my balls, and I
came again, blasting another jet into her mouth. Ths time a few drops
seeped from the edge of her lips, dripped down her chin onto a
breast, gathered at the nipple.

Sliding to the floor I said, "Jeezum, you, and Jennie, you're

savants."

Mrs. Hollins leaned her body against mine, said, "Maybe she

and I can compare notes, be learn something from each other,"
kissed me, reached between our bodies, ran a fingertip up and down my
dick, which, thoroughly enjoying the patient sweet attention, started
to harden. After several minutes she wrapped her fingers around my
restored erection and said, "Ready?"

"I've been ready."

She lay on her back and, hooking my fingers in her panties, I

peeled them from her moist pussy - they clung for a moment - pulled
them off her body, slid my finger through wet labial lips.

"You have a pretty pussy Mrs. Hollins. Nice and smooth."

She moaned, then purred, "Y'now, you can call me Theresa."

"Somehow Mrs. Hollins is sexier."

"As you please, stud. Now fuck me, fuck Jennie's Mama."

I rolled between her legs, she placed me on the entrance of her

sex, I began to move inside her, she winced, not a lot, but enough.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's been ages and you're a lot bigger than my

husband. Do you mind if I get on top, get used to you first?"

Saying, "No, it's among my favorite position," I pulled

out of her, rolled onto my back. She got on her knees, swung a leg
over my calves, bent at the waist, took my dick in her mouth,
caressed it with warm lips and velvety tongue, thoroughly wetting me,
moved back to the vertical and, frigging my shaft walked forward on
her knees, slid my cock on the face of her swollen sex, coating it
with juice, took my cock-head inside herself, rocked her hips, and
with a low moan said, "God, I've missed this," and moved
down my length, sometimes stopping, sometimes retreating,
occasionally flexing her pussy, stretching herself, augmenting the
copious flow of cunt cream.

She moved her hands to my chest, leaned forward, kept going,

letting a pussy that had stopped receiving regular work-outs adjust
itself to me. When I was all the way in she curled her fingers in my
chest hair, moved her hips in an oval, said, "Damn, I see why my
daughter can't get enough. Now let's try this."

Moving her hands down my body until they were beside my knees,

holding herself up on her arms, she leaned back, displaying her taut
tight body, dropped her head, her shoulder length hair falling behind
her, tightened her cunt, and rocked her hips. The motion was slight,
no more than an inch, but in this position the floor of her cunt
clung to the underside of my cock and the visual of her lithe
undulating body was divine. Letting out a long low groan, I moved
with her.

After several happy minutes she lifted her head, opened her eyes,

and with a crooked smile said, "So stud, is my pussy as good as
you imagined?"

"Yeah, amazing."

She held out her hand, I grasped it, and pulling herself forward

she lowered her torso to mine. I slid my arms around her waist,
pressed my lips to hers, held her tight, ground into her. When the
kiss ended she nestled her head to my neck and said softly in my ear,
"Do you love my daughter?"

"Yes."

Placing her hands on the floor, she pushed herself up and sitting

astride me, moved the hair from her face and said, "Good, she
loves you too honey, and in this family we share what we love. Can
you live with that?" then placed a finger on her lips shushing
me before I could answer, squeezed her powerful cunt muscles, raised
herself until only my cock-head remained inside her, squeezed, and
slowly again, and in complete control of her body slid down and said,
"So, can you live with that?"

My voice more hurried than I'd anticipated, I said, "Definitely

yes. You're right, one should share their good fortune."

Tuning her limber body to the side she grabbed two pillows off the

couch, said, "You're about to find out how good your fortune is
going to be," twisted off me, lay on the rug, stuffing one
pillow under her ass, the other under her head. I rolled between
spread legs, kissed her; she moaned against my lips, moaned when I
entered her.

We fucked, at first in a slow rhythm, acclimating to each other,

making sure she was ready, but she needed this and I wanted this and
soon her arms were around my neck, her muscular legs around my waist,
and her short nails pressed to my back as she purred into my ear,
"You feel so good inside me, fuck me, fuck me hard."

I worked my lips down her neck, she dropped her head back,

offering more soft skin. I kissed her there, ducked my head, sucked a
nipple. Her fingers entwined themselves in my hair, brought my head
to hers. She thrust her tongue into my mouth.

We fucked, fast and hard; I drove into her, her hips rose to meet

each thrust, she tightened her legs on me, her thighs trembling on my
sides.

We howled in libidinous harmony.

"Oh yes, like that, fuck me, like that."

Our bodies smacked together in raucous rhythm. Her pussy pulsated,

my dick throbbed. I dug my fingers into her shoulders, held her in
place, thrust into her hard, we bounced forward on the rug.

My orgasm fast approaching, I worked her clit with my pubic bone,

pushed a hand between our bodies, rolled a nipple between two
fingers. She arched her back, forcing clit and tit into me.

"I love this, love this, harder, harder, fuck me, harder."

Her spasming cunt flexed on my cock.

"Oh, yeah."

"I can teach you young-un's a thing or two."

And that she could. She flexed the muscles of her cunt, running

them the length of my tool, grabbed my backside, shimmied her sex on
me.

The pressure inside me kept building, it was as if I was holding

in a piss too long, way too long. Struggling to control myself, I
gritted my teeth, fucked her harder.

And when it felt like I could wait no longer Mrs. Hollins dug her

fingers into my back, locked her ankles on my ass, said, "Fuck
yes, yeah, yeah, that's it, that's it, that's it, Michael that's it,
oh yes, yes, yes ee ah," and, cunt convulsing, body shaking,
squealing in a pitch I hadn't imagined she could reach, she sang,
"Fuck Yes, I'm coming," as her world exploded.

And, as she came, the pressure inside me finally let go and

growling, driving Mrs. Hollins into the floor, thick ropy spurts of
cum shot from my dick into her core.

Spent, sweaty, I slumped onto her body. A sweet gentle aching

permeated my balls, ran to my prostate, and though my right ear
wasn't working and the vision of my left eye was hazy, I felt great.
I lay there, just wanting to take it easy.

Mrs. Hollins, who was stroking my body, said, 'You still with us?"

"Yeah..."

She nudged me and I rolled onto on my back; she lay her head to my

shoulder, played with my nipples as my chest rose and fell.

After awhile she said, "Can you hand me my phone?"

It was on the coffee table. I stretched for it, gave it to her,

said, "Why do you want your phone?"

"I need to text my daughter, tell her you passed the

audition."



The next morning I was stretched out naked on Mrs. Hollins' bed,

enjoying the lingering taste of her pussy in my mouth. Mrs. Hollins,
also naked, was on her back, her head resting on my thigh, talking to
Jennie.

"A great present, everything I imagined. What that's...,

okay, I'll ask him."

She rolled onto her elbows facing me and said, "Jennie got

hit on by a cute college guy last night, she wants to know if it
would have been okay for her to go home with him. After all, you were
doing her mother."

"Tell her no, but she can do my mother."

"He said no honey, but you can do his mother."

She turned back to me and said, "She said your mother doesn't

turn her on."

"Okay, she can do her mother."

Returning to the phone she said, "Oh, you heard him. Okay,

I'll tell him."

"She said you have a deal."



I was helping Mr. Hollins load luggage into the Range Rover when

he said, "I really appreciate you're staying here while I'm out
of town Michael. I know it's inconvenient for school, but with those
recent break-ins in the neighborhood it will make the ladies feel
safer."

"Happy to help sir."



That summer, at the most expensive restaurant I could afford, I

asked Mr. Hollins for his daughter's hand in marriage. Delighted by
the gesture, he enthusiastically welcomed me to the family.

The following evening I was eating dinner at their house when Mr.

Hollins said, "Have you two love-birds set a wedding date?"

We hadn't, of course. I had to borrow the money for the simple

gold band that served as our engagement ring and didn't expect Jennie
to live in my one room hovel.

I said, "No sir, I fear we'll need to wait until I graduate."

Mrs. Hollins said, "I don't see why true love should be

delayed," turned to her husband and said, "How about the
mother-in-law suite we built onto the house for your mother. It has a
separate entrance and all the privacy they could want. We could do a
small civil wedding here at the house, wait until they graduate for
the big event."

Mr. Hollins said, "Honey, isn't that where you sleep when my

snoring gets bad?"

"Well, there's two bedrooms, I'm sure the kids won't mind an

occasional visit."



Mrs. Hollins showed the string quartet where to set up, then

checked her tablet. Everything was ready and the guests would not
arrive for an hour.

Calling her husband over she said, "I'm going to check on the

kids, text me if anything comes up."

She found her daughter naked and leaning over her bed bellowing in

orgasmic fury as I, jamming my cock into her from behind, fed her
pussy a heavy load of creamy hot cum.

As Jennie, gasping for air, slumped onto the bed, Mr. Hollins

scooped the cunt cream-cum combo flowing from her daughter's sex,
brought the finger to her mouth, and dropping to her knees said,
"Jennie, traditionally it's bad luck for the groom to see the
bride in her wedding dress before the ceremony, so why don't you go
and start getting ready, I'll come check on you when I'm done here,"
and took my cock into her mouth.

Jennie sleepily shook the hair out of her eyes, said, "Yes

Mama," kissed me, a long hot one, and added, "It's amazing,
soon I'll be Mrs. Michael Judge.

Mrs. Hollins, having resuscitated my dick, stood, kissed her

daughter's mouth, turned, placed her hands on the bed, spread her
legs, and said, "Yes, and I'll be his mother-in-law."

I pulled my future mother-in-law's green dress up, entered her

panty-less pussy.

There aren't many weddings where the groom's sperm is dripping

down two women's legs when the bride says, "I do."

To be continued. Based on a post by MaryAnderson,

for Literotica.

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