“You’re some 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.
“Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
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, 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, throughly enjoying the patient sweet attention, started to harden. After several minutes she wrapped her fingers around my restored erection and said, “Ready?”