Motherly love

The dinner party continued as planned, and seemed to go off without a hitch. While the group was small, it seemed like Jane was running all over to make sure everything was perfect. Remaining in control of the party felt like the best way to forget about the ghost problem she had created. Of course, that was cold comfort, knowing that even if her methods to keep ghosts at bay actually did have any effect on Jan's presence, she couldn't protect everyone forever.

So, she just ignored the possibility, focusing much of her time during the party talking with her mother. Jane was absolutely her mother's daughter, and yet somehow, Rebecca was... more. More mature, more curvaceous, take any quality about Jane and her mother was likely more of it. You had met her a few times before, and each time you'd been given the impression that she likes you perhaps a little more than a mother should like a daughter's boyfriend, but other than the occasional suggestive comment or question, she seemed to keep to herself.

In lieu of a hotel, Jane had generously offered everyone accommodations in your apartment. This felt like the kind of thing that would be best decided as a couple, but you half expected this sort of thing by now from your girlfriend. Rebecca and Jane's little sister, Ashley, were given the guest bedroom. Jane had set up a cot for her friend, Mary, in the main bedroom, with herself. And so, you were kicked out of your own bedroom, because it would be weird for you to sleep in the same bed as the girl you're engaged to, when Mary's cot could've just been out in the living area...

But you didn't get a say in the matter. You were given the couch. As much as you liked the couch for sitting, you liked your bed for sleeping, as was the natural order of things. The couch, for whatever reason, just didn't work for a full night's sleep.

You would doze off for half-hour periods, only to snap awake at the realization of where you were, and that you weren't dreaming. After three hours, you awakened to find someone else standing in front of you, her silhouette the only thing you could make out at first. "Hey, John," said a mature, seductive voice.

Was that...

"...R-Rebecca?"

"So cruel, for my daughter to leave her boyfriend out here with no company..." as your eyes adjusted to the lack of light, you started to make out features more clearly about the woman before you. Rebecca stood in front of you in her silk nightwear, looking precisely like the MILF you pictured under her blouse! Despite being a generation removed from Jane, her mother still looked fantastic, her body exaggerating the curves moreso than Jane was capable. Specifically her huge, full breasts hung invitingly in front of you as she moved forward, leaning a hand on the side of the couch above you, a smile spread across her lips.

"I can keep you entertained, John. Plus, since I'm helping test everything in the wedding for my special little girl, it only makes sense that I would also try her man out for myself, right?" She grins, as she starts to slide out of her nightgown, revealing more and more of her massive tits, moving ever closer in hopes that you will take hold. She let the silk tumble to the ground, remaining only in cotton panties hiding the last bits of her body.

This was wrong, something was wrong! Rebecca was kind of intense in the way Jane can sometimes be, but this was different. Her forwardness felt out of place. Your eyes went wide as her hips swayed invitingly.

"...Jan..! Jan, is that you?"

Rebecca stood up, putting her hands on her hips. "Aww, did I lay it on too thick? I'll know better for next time. I couldn't help it, look at this body!" Rebecca's hands jiggled her breasts up and down with reckless abandon. She could start a small earthquake doing that, if she wasn't careful! "I know you have to want to give these a touch. Maybe a taste? Oh, I could do so many things to you with Jane's mother..."

"You... Jan, you can't do that..!" You hissed.

"Oh, I can." Rebecca stepped closer, climbing onto the couch with you, her brown hair tumbling all around as she propped herself up above you. "You see, I'm only controlling Rebecca's mouth directly at this moment. Rebecca's dreaming right now... dreaming of doing this very thing to you. Who would have thought that there would be so much competition for you, I realize now I'm probably so far out of the running... but I want to show you why I'm the best choice for you now, John. Because in a moment, I'm going to hook Rebecca's dreaming mind to her motor controls. And she is going to give you her whole body, here and now, and to her it will be the most wonderful dream... to you, it will be unforgettable. I might even help out a little, I wouldn't want to be left out of something so exciting..!"

All of a sudden, Rebecca's body began to move, her hips coming down on top of yours as she began to grind, pushing her massive breasts against your chest as her body moved on autopilot, seemingly uncaring where your true physical self was a the moment. The head stayed the same though, maintaining her lovely smile. "I'll keep the mouth, and I'll try to stifle her moans as best as I can, John, but you should give in and please her before I start to get tired and let her get louder and louder, so she wakes everyone up! They'll come out to find some very troubling revelations about you and Rebecca..."

She grins as her body dips low, a hand reaching out to pull yours to one of her breasts. "So, you better work quickly, John, and show us the time of her life."