Can I date your daughter?

"Would you mind if I dated Danielle, Marianne?" I blurted out, hoping that the endorphins coursing through her bloodstream would keep her in a good mood.

She looked at me through heavy eyelids with a smile on her face. "Would you still fuck me from time to time? We wouldn't mention it to either Dani or Michelle," she asked. She wasn't mad that after making love to her, I asked about her daughter. In fact, it seemed okay and she still wanted to have sex. I opened my eyes wide at her return question and her raunchy language.

"Sure, Mrs.Reis..., er, Marianne, I'd really like to keep having sex with you," I replied, looking her sexy body up and down.

"Good. Then it's okay with me if you want to date my daughter. Or should I say that it's okay for you to have sex with my daughter? Dating these days usually ends up in someone's bed, right?"

"Often," was my only response.

"Danielle is still a virgin, I think, and I can't imagine a better choice to make her a real woman. And speaking of sex, let's see if we can get your little soldier to stand at attention again." With that, she lowered her head to my lap and started licking my flaccid penis. It immediately responded and began picking itself up again. Soon, it was rigid as a flagpole, and Marianne was deep-throating it. I laid back on the bed and lightly shoved her hips toward me. She took the hint and moved over until her groin was over my face. My cum dribbled out of her snatch, and I licked it up. That brought a moan from her throat, which buzzed my cock, deeply-embedded in her mouth. We got a good rhythm going and we both were soon moaning loudly.

Marianne was the first to climax, her pulsing muscles expelling my cum and her fluids down my face and into my mouth. The sweet-salty taste was exquisite. Shortly, I was the one squirting spunk down her throat, and she swallowed every drop. We both licked the other and cleaned our respective areas. She climbed off of me and stood up.

"Mmm, that was very nice," she said, pinching the nipples on her generous tits, "but it's getting to be time to dress for the wedding. Thank you for a wonderful little romp." She leaned over me and kissed me passionately. Then she straightened up and threw her dress over her head. I rose from the bed and helped her zip up. She turned and flung her arms about my neck one more time for a long French kiss, and then left as quickly as she had arrived.

My thoughts turned to getting dressed and what I was going to do to get Dani in bed tonight.