Your Girlfriend’s Message

When you look at your phone, you see a message from your girlfriend Mary.

“Happy Birthday babe! I’m still in bed right now, I’m having my little mommy slut eat me out right now. You should head over here in about an hour” She texts you, a few minutes ago.You remember her mom is named Katie, and your girlfriend knocked her up 4 months ago on her birthday.

“Thanks for the breakfast and the orgasms mommy, I’m gonna get ready to go over Mary’s house.” You say getting up from the table and putting you dishes in the sink.

“No problem baby, it was my pleasure. Just don’t get into to much trouble with Mary.” Your mom say, using a towel to wipe up all your girl cum on her face. The rest of your family say their fair-wells as you leave the kitchen.

You head upstairs to change into your black bikini, and put on a yellow sundress over. You also remember to put on some sunscreen, and put the bottle in your purse. You put on some nice sandals, and start to head over to Mary’s house. When get their, it’s her mom who’s at the door.

“Happy birthday Milly! My daughter is still upstairs getting ready. Why don’t you come on in and I’ll get you some iced tea while you wait.” Says Katie. Her daughter’s girl cum still soaking her face.

“That sounds great Mrs. Hapeland.” You say as you come in and take a seat. You admire Katie’s body, as she’s already starting show a bump from her pregnancy. It’s seems your girlfriend is just about as kinky as you are.

“Happy birthday babe!” Your girlfriend says, as she walks into the room. Her face still slightly drunken from all the orgasms that her mom has given her. She’s in a nice pink bikini. She takes a seat next to you, and her mom gives you both the glasses of iced tea she was preparing.

“ So I’m guessing we’re starting the day at your pool.” You ask sipping on your tea.

“Yea, it’s fairly nice out today, and figured it be hot if the neighbors could watch us deflower each other.” She says, also drinking her tea. “So my princess, the only question is which one of us gets deflowered first. Since it’s your birthday I’ll let you choose.