An Unexpected Visitor

“Alice?” the bitch said, cum dripping down her cheeks. “I though you were in Victoria’s Secret still?”

“I finished up and left the store. I saw you walk away with this, this creep and followed you,” Alice said. Francis stared at the intruding female. Her blue eyes were wide with shock from the scene enacted by the bitch. Francis smiled at the curly-haired blonde, enjoying the sight of her stiff nipples beneath a tight cream-colored T-shirt.

“Who is this, bitch?” he asked the woman kneeling down before him.

“Th, this is my daugher, Alice,” she stammered. “She’s on break from college.”

Cool, a college chick and a MILF, Francis thought.

ACCEPT IT, Francis pushed upon the coed.

“I, I guess this is okay,” the girl said. “But do you have to do this in public. I mean, geez, anybody could be watching.”

“You have a point,” Francis said. “We should go to your house, bitch. You still have more apologizing to do.

“As for you,” Francis smirked at Alice. “We need to be better acquainted. We’ll ‘talk’ in the backseat while your mother drives.”

They arranged themselves in the car, which, by the way, was a very roomy caddy. The mother turned the ignition, starting up the engine. She pulled out of the parking space and began to drive the Cadillac home.

“Oh, bitch,” Francis called up to the front seat. “Pull up your sweater so everyone can see those titties of yours.”

“Now,” he said, turning back to Alice, who was huddling in the corner, a frightful look on her face. “You saw your mother give me a blowjob. You should know what to do, so get to it!”

Gulping, Alice lowered her face to Francis’s spit-slick cock.