Mature woman and her daughter

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Dan didn't ring the doorbell. He took out his keys, opened the door, and went inside, shouting as if from a sitcom,

"Honey, I'm home!"

A girl rushed out of the kitchen and threw herself into Dan's arms, leaving deep kisses on his cheeks, then kissing him for a long time.

At that moment, I could say she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, including TV presenters, NFL cheerleaders, and Playboy cover girls.

Susie was about 5 feet 3 inches tall (160 cm), with light silver-grey hair, incredibly bright blue eyes, and flawless bronze skin. Her figure was simply amazing and perfect; her breasts weren't large, but perfectly round, high, and firm; her stomach was flat as a pan, her legs were slender, and her arms were smooth and athletic.

I can say all this because she was only wearing a white bikini and a blue men's shirt on top. I mean, she wasn't the kind of woman you needed to look at twice; you'd be instantly captivated, like an earthquake that would make you turn away—a major earthquake, not a minor tremor.

"Susie, this is my new assistant, Andy. Andy, this is Susie."

"Hi!" she said.

Her smile made my mouth dry, and I involuntarily said, "Nice to meet you," while raising my hand to shake hers.

She put her hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. She was incredible, practically nuclear-hot; I could barely handle it. My penis was as soft as noodles; I was under so much pressure that my lust had vanished and hidden.

"Would you like to go out for dinner?" Susie asked. "Because my mother is coming over, she won't be home for an hour, and I was thinking..."

She tiptoed and whispered something in his ear, looking at him with such adoration and desire that I almost hated Dan—that damn lucky bastard!

“Hey, Andy, could you bring the bag of clothes in and put it in the living room? We, um, will be downstairs in a bit.”

I went out and brought the bag of clothes in. They were already gone; I guessed they’d gone upstairs. Yes, upstairs, because I could hear them. Jesus, she was moaning like a banshee. I could hear her panting, moaning—I mean, she was screaming. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I put my suitcase on the sofa in the living room and sat down to wait.

The noise upstairs grew louder and louder. Just over a minute later, I could hear a loud “bang! bang! bang!” from the bed upstairs. It was Dan and Susie making a racket. Well, I wondered how I was going to face Susie later.

“Oh, Dan! Dan!” she cried.

Then, I heard a woman’s moans and cries of extreme orgasm. This lasted for about 15 minutes, long enough for me to seriously consider going to the bathroom to masturbate. Maybe this was a lesson to learn: how to break up with a girl by fucking her until she was dead and then doing it.

When they were done, Susie came downstairs in her white bikini and told me where I could unpack, shower, and change.

“How long are you staying, darling?” she asked Dan.

“A week,” he said.

She screamed and hugged him tightly. I knew it was a lie; we were leaving tomorrow or the day after. But, as instructed, I pretended everything he said was the truth. I saw him flinch slightly when she hugged him; it was clear he hated lying to her, and it must have been painful and unsettling.

I felt so sorry for her, knowing that soon her beautiful heart would be torn apart. I hadn't thought I'd feel pity for this pretty girl. I mean, she could have anything she wanted; she could make me submit with just a wink or a wave, but she was going to lose the man she loved, and I would be involved. It didn't feel good, but it meant Dan and Jackie would be together. Well, that was best for everyone. Forgive me, but if Dan went back to Jackie, what were the chances she'd keep our little pact?

Susie called her mother to arrange dinner. I showered and changed, wearing a tan suit, a light blue shirt, and a navy tie. I have to say I looked like a rich kid. Dan wore an old-fashioned navy suit and a gold tie. And Susie? Wow! Susie wore a light blue long-sleeved blouse, a black mini-skirt, and trendy chunky heels. Seeing her outfit made me feel uneasy.

"You know, you two are a perfect match," Dan said. He looked at Susie and me. "I mean, your outfits, your shirt and tie, your blouse, are really great."

Susie smiled and kissed him. I felt my cheeks burning. It was the jealousy of an 18-year-old boy, because a stunning 21-year-old woman liked this 56-year-old man, and his 50-year-old wife was the one I wanted to have sex with. Dan said it might become illogical—what a prophecy! And I hadn't even met Susie's mother yet!

What kind of person is Susie's mother? Judging from Dan's tone, she seems like a rather difficult woman, and quite beautiful too. Could she be even more charming than Jackie? This trip is becoming increasingly unpredictable.

What happened next occurred in the restaurant. We arrived before Beverly, so Susie had time to go to the women's restroom.

I asked Dan, “Why don’t we give Beverly a ride?”

“Because she needs to drive you home in her car. If she hitches a ride with us, it’ll be harder for her to seduce you. It’ll happen when we get to some nightclubs. She’ll say things like, ‘Let’s leave Dan and Susie together, let’s go somewhere quiet.’ She’ll use her charm to seduce you, play with you, chew you up, and then spit you out.”

“Funny. You’re the best neighbor, haven’t I said that before?”

“Just a partnership, doing whatever she wants. But if I call, you’d better be ready to run away. Because if she throws shit in a fanatic’s face, if Susie gets angry and calls her mother saying I abandoned her, Beverly will explode like a supernova. You shouldn’t be there when she’s angry.”

“Damn it, how am I supposed to know when that will happen?”

“I’ll call back to warn you to keep your phone on. If it rings once and then stops, that’s the signal. Run! I’ll keep Susie away from the phone as much as possible, unless she gets rid of me.” Bullshit,

bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! "I'm too young to do this," I told myself, "too naive. I've only kissed four girls in my life, including Jackie; only touched two women's breasts, including Jackie; only seen one woman's vulva, also by Jackie. Now I'm going to mess around with a cannibal like Beverly. I'm the bait, a scapegoat tied to a tree, to lure a hungry tigress. Or, to be precise, a jaguar.

" Susie came back and looked at the door, saying, "Mom!"

Dan said, "Beverly, it's so good to see you."

I turned around and saw a woman who could cause a traffic accident. She looked about 35, younger than her actual age. Her hair was the opposite of Susie's blonde hair—short, jet-black, almost shaved to the sides—but her pale blue eyes were the same. Mother and daughter shared long, slender legs and a pair of mature, full breasts that sparked endless fantasies. I bet Beverly's breasts were a gift from heaven and also thanks to a superb plastic surgeon.

I called her a jaguar because she was wearing a jaguar-patterned crop top that fit her like another layer of skin; a black mini leather skirt and black stockings, black pointed high heels. Did Dan expect me to deceive this cannibalistic beauty?

Dan said, “Beverly, this is Andy, my new assistant.”

I extended my hand to shake hers, and she pulled me closer, kissing my cheek—another trait she shared with Susie.

“I hope Dan won’t make your work too difficult,” she said.

“Sometimes it is tough, but tonight he removed the shackles from my ankles.” I swung my legs to prove my freedom.

She laughed, Dan laughed, Susie laughed, and I tried my best not to vomit. Amid the laughter, we went to the table, and the waiter handed us the drink menu. Dan ordered gin and soda, and I, who had never drunk any alcohol before, at most a small can of Budweiser,

ordered the same .

“I’m sorry,” the waiter said, “may I see your ID?”

“Of course,” I said, handing him the driver’s license Dan had made for me. For a moment, I was afraid it might be discovered as a forgery, and I’d be in jail instead of being fucked by Beverly. I’d be fucked by some tattooed big guys who would call me Beverly.

But the waiter said, “Thank you.” He went to get our drinks.

Before I put the driver’s license back in my purse, Beverly grabbed my wrist. “Let me see the photo,”

she said.

She was close to me, her face pressed against mine, her strange, pungent, exotic perfume filling the air around me.

She looked at the photo, looked at me, and then handed it back to me. “Can I have a copy of this photo? Maybe with your autograph!”

“Do you like it? It’s not my best.”

“It’s a headshot,” Dan said. “Oh, I know, it’s not your best, hahaha!”

We laughed as we drank and ate. The gin and drinks were a bit nauseating, but I still downed two bottles, along with a glass of wine. I staggered out and ordered something different from Dan's for dinner. The crab cake was really good. The dinner conversation was… heated. Dan and Susie talked to each other most of the time, often whispering. Then Beverly bombarded me with questions:

Where did I go to school?

Do I like my job?

Do I like her perfume?

Do I have a girlfriend?

Why not?

I like women, don't I?

Do I like mature, experienced women?

Hints?

What am I thinking?

How smart am I?

Oh dear, when the table was cleared and the bill paid, it was obvious I was under Beverly's direct gaze. Her flirting was as subtle as Tabasco sauce. Susie and Beverly excused themselves to freshen up, and Dan asked me how things were going.

"What do you think?" I said, repeating our conversation.

"She said you're shrewd?" he asked.

"Yes, willingly."

"She's planning to sleep with you," he said, unequivocally.

“Nonsense!”

“Hey, if it happens, enjoy it! How about it, don’t you like the idea of sleeping with a beautiful woman like Beverly? It’ll be a thrilling story when you’re chatting with your bunkmate.”

“I’m scared, I mean, really, no kidding.”

“Relax, don’t do what you don’t want to do, and if you want to, then do it.”

The ladies returned, Dan paid the bill, and we left. On the way to our car, Beverly asked if I wanted a ride so Dan and Susie could be alone, and I said yes. She led me to her silver Lexus, a gift from Susie’s father, Beverly’s ex-husband, whom Dan had told me was a big spender. Beverly wanted Dan to be their ticket to the wealthy class, a high-stakes game, using me as a pawn.

“Nice car,” I said, making conversation.

“This junk?” she asked skeptically. “It’s a 1999 model, and for God’s sake, I hate it.”

We followed Dan and Susie to the nightclub, and I noticed I couldn’t see Susie in the car; her head, well, wasn’t where it should be. I didn’t intend to mention it to her mother, but Beverly didn’t seem to care.

“I have to give Dan more space; if I knew my Susie, he might be a little out of control, you know?”

Dan’s car veered off course midway, turning into a side road on the left before braking.

“I wonder what’s going on?” Beverly asked, feigning innocence—perhaps the only way she could occasionally feign innocence.

I felt a deep disgust for this affected woman, despite her beauty.

I made a vow: I would never have sex with this woman under any circumstances. To me, it was a ridiculous oath—a virgin swearing never to have sex with this promiscuous woman who wanted to ride on my penis—but gin and wine gave me the mental courage.

We went to one of those workers' dance nightclubs, an old warehouse now filled with pulsating lights, thunderous sound, eight large bars, and a restroom. We parted the crowd to drink at one of the bars and ran into a large group of Susie's friends, girls beautiful enough to be called Hugh. Hefner filled a year's worth of Playboy magazines in one night. I just waved briefly, and we started dancing. Dan practically ordered me to follow Beverly.

The dance floor was designed to hold about 200 people, and it was crammed in about half. I was wearing a suit, but I didn't stand out. Most people were wearing suits that didn't feel like anything to them, and I quickly started sweating. After about 10 minutes, I knew my suit needed a dry cleaner's. There was no way to avoid Beverly, to avoid touching her, to avoid being touched by her. Our bodies collided and rubbed against each other, and her hand tightened around my neck, pulling me closer. As

the alcohol wore off, I let my hand touch Beverly's buttocks, feeling her body, and lust began to ignite within me. She was so sexy, why shouldn't I fuck her? If she wants to sleep with me for her own motives, who can I complain to? I'll let her fuck me until I'm dying of pleasure, tell her what Dan told me to say, and then drop the heavy burden of being a virgin.

"Want a drink?" Beverly screamed in my ear.

"Yes!"

"Come with me!" She grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, but instead of going to the bar, she headed straight for the exit: "It's too hot in here, don't you think?"

"Oh, of course."

"Why don't we go somewhere a little quieter? Would you like to?"

Just as Dan had predicted, she finally took action. I said okay, that would be great, and just like that, she hurriedly pulled me out of the noisy nightclub, drove the Lexus onto the highway, and five minutes later, she turned into an apartment parking lot.

"You, um, you live here?" I asked.

"I thought this place would be nice to sit and chat, or do something else," she said, slamming on the emergency brakes. "Come on!"

She grabbed me again, leading me like a dog on a leash, and I followed her hurriedly, knowing she couldn't wait.

She wanted to indulge herself, immediately.

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