“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, “C’mon, 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 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,” started unbuttoning my shirt, 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 pulled my shirt and 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? She was running her nails in circles around my nipples, it was hard to concentrate. Oh yeah, the boat.
“Very much.”
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 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, sank it inside her.
Her tone seductive 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.”