Thread: Moms' Weekend (MikeTheWriter & Frogger)

For the night, for the weekendmaybe for what Im trying to get into Jaime purred, a smile curving those luscious lips. How about you? The senior linebackers fingertips on her bare skin, hot breath brushing her ear, and erection pressing into her asswell, it was all very erotic. Are you here for the nightfor the weekendor for what you are trying to get into? Because I must sayI am veryvery interested in the answer you have to give Molten red brushed his chest and shoulders, which was softer than velvet or silk. Her petite hands met his larger pair at her thighs. Music pounding in her ears not only that, but in her very blood-, this whole situation wasmesmerizing, hypnotica dozen other words she couldnt think of at this given moment. All she knewwas that she didnt want to move away. Meanwhile, Ella was with the tall freshman, doing her own thing. In this situationit was true that the daughter was like her mother, despite their very different personalities. All across the dance floor, soft, almost inaudible moans could be heard, a few couples even going back to dark corners tosatisfy themselves in the best way they knew how to. No wonder the Pub is such a popular place. Maybe there was something in the drinks served, which heighten pleasureor maybe it was just the atmosphere. Either waythere was no denying the sensual tension, the seduction that is taking over rationality. Even Nicholas was being drawn to itmuch like a moth is to a flame, only the pull is so much strongerand he couldnt dream of resisting. It wasnt long before refreshments became a necessity. The Pub was growing to be a veryvery hot place, and it didnt even have to turn on the heat. First Ella excused herself from her dance partner, and then Jaime, the two ladies meeting each other at the bar and making drink orders. Well? Jaime whispered to her mother, a little more than eager to hear details. Ella waited until their drinks were brought out, and a long sip was enjoyed. Wellwhat, exactly? she asked, a smile on her lips as she stole a glance at her daughter. These words were met with a frustrated groan. You know exactly what I am asking about, Mom! How is yourdate going along? I dont know if it can be called thatbut it sort of works in this case. So spill the beans! Theres not much to tell, Jaime You know my date is going along the same lines as yours. Are you willing to spill the beans yourself? Ellas lips curved at the rim of her glass when she noticed the redheads blush, yet she didnt push the matter further. It was just amusing to tease herespecially as she was doing somethingembarrassing or naughty. Jaime felt the blush reside on her cheeks, much like a burn, but without any damage. Momjust shut up, she grumbled under her breath. Im not fifteen anymore I am not in the middle of adolescence, so why must you act like I am? Fingertips playing along the rim of her glass, she gazed at the dance floor, where her two sons danced with beautiful ladies half her age. It stungbut it was to be expected, wasnt it? After allwhy would either of them be interested in a couple of old hags? There was no time machine that can change this fact otherwise. You never answered my question she reminded the other woman. Ella gulped down her drink, asking for another. Hm Im not sure how to answer that though Her bright green eyes watched the bartender make another A.M.F., fingernails tapping on her other arm. Maybe because you are still my little girl or maybe its because I still have difficulty seeing you as the woman you have become Either way, I think the reasons are connected. A smile was flashed her way, just as her drink arrived. Mm Thank you, Nicholas. After thisdo you want to go back out onto the dance floor? I think I do Damon is certainly a morsel I wouldnt mind gobbling up. Both women laughed, though Jaime did agree when it came to Curtis. I do want to head back out Curtis is waiting, and so is your date.