It's not so bad, really

Dave looks up at the older blonde woman in the expensive pink pantsuit. She is staring in horror at the sea of sapphic slutery going on in her daughter's sorority house. Dave blushes, slightly embarrassed at her seeing his dirty fantasy come to life. But then he remembers that this woman will soon become just another part of the fantasy, so why worry?

“M…madison?” the woman repeats weakly, hopefully. “You aren’t in here, are you, dumpling?”

“Madison is upstairs getting dressed for her blowjob competition,” Dave tells her.

She looks up in shock, having just noticed Dave in the center of the lesbian orgy, simultaneously hit with the wishbone’s assurance that he was completely trustworthy and wasn’t completely naked.

“Oh thank god!” she said, maneuvering the maze of moaning maidens to reach the man she now believed to be the only non-pervert in the room. “I…I didn’t believe Madison would be doing something like this, but you do hear rumors about what goes on in sorority houses these days. Nothing like we did in my day I assure you. What did you say she was doing?”

“Dressing slutty so that she can go suck cock,” Dave told her, all the while wishing to fuck with the woman’s attitude. “Her friend Jana thinks she can suck more cock in a night than Madison can and so they’re having a contest.”

“Why that little skank!” the woman said, indignant. “No way can she suck more dick than my Maddy. She’s a regular hoover!”

“I’m sure you’re right, Ma’am. They say the whore doesn’t fall far from the brothel. You look like you’ve smoked a few poles in your time,” Dave said.

“Oh certainly! Like I said, we didn’t do any of this lesbo stuff in MY sorority house. It was nothing but dick, dick and more dick for us! Cock for breakfast, pecker for lunch, and dick for dinner. That was our motto and our meal plan!”

The older woman giggled, taken with memories fed into her mind with the wishbone.

“Good times….I’m glad that Maddy is following in my knee pads!”

“Oh, she gets plenty of wood, ma’am,” Dave assured her.

“That’s what every mother wants for her daughter!” the woman said, nodding sagely. “But we haven’t really been properly introduced. I’m Morgan Raddison.”

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Raddison,” Dave said, wishing.

“Oh please, call me Milfy!” she insisted.

“Milfy it is then!” Dave said. “So take off your clothes and stay a while! I’m sure I can keep you company while you wait for your daughter.”

“Why thank you, Dave!” she said cheerfully and began disrobing.