I'd Like You To Meet My Mother Chapter 4
Some time after Sandra and I were discovered by Jenny, the three of us sat in the living room. Much had been said, much of it heated. Now it was just confused silence.
Sandra had gone after her daughter, only to receive a slap across the face, and a stream of abuse, which had continued as I'd entered the room, not knowing what to say. Jenny had then turned on me, screaming 'How could you fuck her? She's my MOTHER!!' Sandra, however, had interrupted and said softly but firmly 'you're not so pure yourself'. I was then sure that Jenny would turn and lash out at her mother again, but strangely didn't. As Jenny abruptly turned away and sat down on the couch, arms folded, I wondered what Sandra's remark meant. I could imagine.
So here we were. I looked at Sandra and raised my eyebrows. As selfish as it sounds, I was nonetheless very horny, and couldn't face the prospect of her leaving, our recent session in the bedroom unfinished. But Jenny...I looked at her, so blonde, pretty and massively busty. What was I to do? A reconciliation is in order, I decided. As I was about to suggest we go out somewhere to drink or something when Sandra spoke up...she must have read my mind.
'Let's forget it ever happened, darling'
Jenny looked at her initially with an expression of disbelief, and then, staring at her mother with tears in her eyes, seemed to soften. Again, I wondered what was really being said here...what did Sandra know that placated Jenny so much? Sandra stood and took a step towards Jenny, arms outstretched. Jenny stood up and walked towards her. I also stood, and gently placed a hand on Sandra's back, then Jenny's, and slowly pushed them together. They hugged silently. I stood and watched Sandra's H cup breasts push against her daughter's GG tits, Sandra only wearing her blouse, bra-less in her haste to get dressed, Jenny in her tight pink t-shirt. My cock slowly began to harden. I realised that unless they looked, they may not realise that I was holding both of them. So I massaged their backs firmly, pushing their huge tits against each other, marveling in the movement that such a union created, and wondering what it would look like if it was skin against skin, nipple to nipple...
As they hugged, I slipped my hand down to Sandra's firm ass, and under the hem of her skirt. I moved my hand to her ass, found her asshole and gently worked it with my middle finger, occasionally moving my index finger under, into her moist slit. With the other hand, I felt Jenny's ass, perfect, jeans so tight. My finger traced the top of her silky g-string...this was really too much!