Bringing Your Mature Girlfriend Home For Christmas Dinner
[F4M] [Christmas] [Mature] [Mommy] [Non-Incest] [Tit Sucking] [Creampie]
Description: Well, here we are. Are you sure about this, Sweetie?
I know. We have been dating for almost a year now. It's about time I met your mother, but are you sure this is a good idea; meeting her for the first time, on Christmas?
Oh yes, why should I be worried, besides the fact that she nearly had a heart attack when you told her you were dating someone 20 years older than you?
Note: This is a script for an erotic audio.
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Well, here we are. Are you sure about this, Sweetie?
I know. We have been dating for almost a year now. It's about time I met your mother, but are you sure this is a good idea; meeting her for the first time, on Christmas?
[Rings doorbell]
[Sarcasm] Oh yes, why should I be worried, besides the fact that she nearly had a heart attack when you told her you were dating someone 20 years older than you?
Yes, she says she's okay with us now, but I still think she hates my guts. It's like she thinks I'm some sort of horned-up cougar trying to corrupt her sweet little boy.
[Slyly] If she only knew how naughty you reallyβ
[Door opens]
[Awkwardly] Oh, hi! Hello! So good to finally meet you! You know, he's told me so much about you. Only good things, of course! [Awkward laugh]
[Slightly agitated] Oh... Why, thank you. You look very good for YOUR AGE as well.
[Sigh] Shall we come in? I brought a bottle wine.
Something tells me we're going to need it.
[Cut to dinner. Add background dinner noises]
Incredible! This meal is absolutely wonderful, isn't that right, sweetie? [giggle]
I must admit, my cooking can't hold a candle to yours, ma'am.
What was that?
Oh... I suppose you're right. No point in calling you ma'am... considering we are practically... the same age.
[Cough. long pause]
So, your son tells me you used to work as an accountant. That's so interesting, right sweetie? How long ago did you start working?
Really? Wow! That's right around the time I graduated college. [giggle]
What's that? You... you stared working right out of college... oh.
[sigh. Long pause. Maybe takes a sip of wine]
Oh! Sweetie, be careful. That soup is very hot. Here, let me.
[Blows on soup and spoon feeds him]
There you go. Isn't that nice. Such a good boy.
[Loud slam as mother bangs fist on table]
Oh dear! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
[Mother storms off]
Fuck!