Jennifers Mother

I opened the door and saw Jennifer's mother in front of me. She was an older version of Jennifer or Jennifer was a younger version of her mother, depending on the angle you looked at it from.

"Hey, Dustin! Na lazy as usual?" she greeted me deprecatingly.

"Hey...." I tried to defend myself.

"Are Jennifer and Marcus here?" she wanted to know, walking past me.

Jennifer's mother Vera was a very attractive woman in her mid-50's. She had always kept herself fit and since her husband, died about a year ago, she kept coming by unannounced, picking on me, talking to Jennifer, the two of them usually talking badly about me, and then disappearing again.

But that would change now.

"Will you make me a coffee now?" she demanded of me in a gruff tone, then called out to Jennifer. I had just closed the door when Jennifer came out of the bedroom, she had changed in the meantime and was wearing her secretary outfit this time, which showed a lot of skin and made me want more. The suit consisted of a gray skirt that went down to the knees, a blouse with a very wide neckline that covered almost nothing. Over the blouse she wore a gray blazer that emphasized her waist, the pair of high heels and combination with black suspenders and glasses completed the image almost to perfection.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Vera in surprise, who was not used to seeing Jennifer dressed so provocatively. , who had never seen her daughter in such an outfit.

"It's perfectly normal for Jennifer to be dressed like that, Vera," I said, and her posture relaxed immediately. I stood behind her and started grinning. It was working. She was dressed just as prim as Jennifer usually was. But now things would change. I had the means to do it.

"Now what about the coffee?" She asked again, and the unfriendly undertone became more audible.

"I'll bring it right away," Jennifer replied as she saw me roll my eyes.

"Why, the no-good can do that! Make yourself useful already, Dustin." Replied Vera. Jennifer didn't know how to react, and I figured I could play along.

"I'm going Madame." I answered sarcastically and went to the kitchen. Jennifer was a sight for sore eyes, even if Vera was a bit older, she still looked good. The two of them followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the table.

"So I thought we could have dinner together today, so you Marcus and I, what do you think?" Vera asked her daughter.

Jennifer looked nervous and didn't seem to know what to answer. She looked nervously over at me and then back at her mother. You, before she could say anything, I put the coffee on the table for Vera.

"Took you long enough!" She thanked me snappishly.

"That's all right now, Mom! Without Dustin, Marcus and I couldn't live this life...." Started Jennifer angrily and was promptly interrupted by Vera.

"What are you talking about? That loser has never accomplished anything! How could you owe him anything?"

I saw Jennifer thinking hard, not knowing what to answer. I could see that just the hypnotic influences and reality were colliding, and that could not be good.