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ME DAUGHTER MOM

...She had a classic face, perfect shape, flawless skin and the most beautiful eyes ever. She knew how to wear makeup perfect. She was young, around 18, slim built, about 5’ something, medium/small tits, and didn’t bother to wear a bra. I was 26 and I wanted to fuck her so bad. She had the cutest nipples, that showed thru in her white uniform. Her light brown hair was pulled up under the cap they had her wear, but I could tell she had a lot of hair. I took my time about getting friendly. She would blush when I complimented her. After a few visits, I told her as a commercial artist, I said the human face was the hardest to draw. I asked her if we could get together, and could she model her face for me and to just think about it, and handed her my business card. My next visit, she came over to my table and sat down. My heart was pounding looking at her beauty close up. She said her mom said she would have to meet me first, then do the sitting, that evening. I said deal. She leaned over and whispered: “Your very sweet.” and kissed me on the cheek. (Chills!) She handed me a note with the address and time. Then just waltzed away, looking back with a big smile. She had a cute ass, nice waist and legs, as I could tell through the baggy uniform. I was so hot for her, and tonight I would see her without the uniform. That night I found the house and knocked on the door, my drawing stuff in hand. The door opened and there stood what had to be her mom. Wow!, a real beauty. After ...

... introductions, she said come on in, and pointed to the couch. Jenna was her mom’s name and she was a carbon copy of Trisha only older and with big tits, and just as hot looking as Trisha. She was super friendly, 35ish and went and got us glasses of wine. Now I was in double love as she was so beautiful too. She wore a tight full length gold dress, nice tits, no bra, long light brown hair, pulled back on the sides and a hot build. Soon she was at ease with me and decided is was ok to have Trisha sit for my model. She leaned over and quietly asked me: “ Do you have the hots for my daughter?” I laughed and said that male artists always fall in love with their female subjects, and that it always makes for a better picture. She reached over and pinched my ribs, making us both laugh. She yelled for Trisha, and down the stairs she came. Oh shit, she had on short shorts, and a tiny little T shirt top, and no bra. Her legs were fucking beautiful. She had her hair pulled back like a pony tail but with curls way down her back. I tried not to be shocked as my heart banged away. She said hi, and then Jenna’s cell phone rang. Jenna walked away. Trisha smiled and whispered that her mom must have really liked me, because she had winked at Trisha behind my back. She asked where to sit. I got up and checked places where the lighting was good and picked the kitchen. Jenna came in, off the phone and arranged her chair close to me so she could watch me draw. I placed Trisha in the position I wanted and ...