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.