Managing Mary's Mother

"I hope she likes you!" Mary says for the dozenth time as you drive up the winding drive way to your new girlfriend's mother's McMansion.

"I'm sure she will, Mary," you assure the adorable blond communications major, patting her on her sculpted inner thigh, easily accessible since you encouraged her to always wear miniskirts.

Mary giggles nervously.

"You don't know mother!" Mary says. "She hasn't approved of ANY of my boyfriends EVER! I don't think she's ever approved of any MAN! I mean, she's been married five times!"

With the alimony to prove it, you can't help but observing as you pull up next to the elegant home.

"Now Mary, you know how charming I can be!" you remind her. "You didn't much like me when we first met but I manage to win you over!"

"I didn't?" Mary asks. "Weird. *giggle*; I don't really remember things so well before I fell in love with you!"

"And I'm sure you're mother will feel quite the same way by the time spring break is over!" you say.

Mary scrunches her face up, confused.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"You don't have to worry your pretty head about it, Mary," you tell her.

Her blue eyes go distant as the trigger phrase pushes her into a light trance.

"I don't have to worry my pretty head about it..." she says in that lovely monotone that has become such a turn on for you since you made your remarkable discovery.

Mary blinks back into full consciousness and giggles without a care in the world.

"Let's go meet Mumsy!" you say.

You actually know quite a bit about Mary's mother, though you have never met. In trance, Mary has told you all about her. After all, she is the main reason you've stayed with Mary for so long. Mary has a hot body and is an incredible lay, but you've had dozens of hot college girls since you made your discovery.

You can't stay in college forever, though, and it's about time to look toward the future. So with your past dozen girlfriends, you've asked extensively about their mothers. Some where too old, some where too ugly, some where too poor, and some were too married. But Mary's mom seemed juuuust right. She was in her early forties, she was good looking, she was rich (both from her divorces and from her business magnate father) and most importantly, she was currently single and lived alone. No one would notice the changes in her until she was thoroughly under your control. No one except Mary, of course, but Mary wouldn't worry her pretty head about it.

You carry the luggage up the ostentatious stairway, admiring the sway of Mary's ass as she goes before you. A minute after Mary rings the doorbell, the door opens and you see in really life the MILFy woman you selected based on photographs and her daughter's testimony. You are not disappointed. She has a dramatically coiffed head of auburn hair, flashing green eyes, a firm and generous bust under a white turtleneck and a pricey gold necklace. She has a trim waist and curvy hips inside a pair of black pants. She doesn't seem nearly as satisfied with you as you are with her, but you're confident that will change.

"Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Needleman," you say, extending your hand after Mary has introduced you.

Mother and daughter become awkward.

"Mary's father was three husbands ago," the MILF responds haughtily. "I go by Ms. Branco."

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Branco," you say as she at last takes your hand in her long, cold fingers.

You don't doubt that you'll be finding other names for her soon enough.