****** Mrs. Jennison, Part 2 by Skarlet Knight ******
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Mrs. Jennison, Part 2


Thank you to everyone who's written me with words of encouragement. I'm glad
you like the first story, Mrs. Jennison. I only wrote this one because many of
you have asked for a sequel to my relationship with Mrs. J. Feel free to e-mail
me with reviews. Hope you enjoy.

Mrs. Jennison, Part 2

"My gosh, Shawn, how are you? I haven't seen you since last summer. You're
really starting to look mature. How old are you now, fifteen?"

"Hi, Mrs. Jennison. I'm doing pretty good, and yes, I'm fifteen. Just had a
birthday last month before school let out for the summer."

"Great, so, are you planning on taking care of my lawn again this summer?"

"Absolutely, just give me a call when you're ready."

"Well, Dan's been mowing since April and I think he's about ready to hang up
his blades. Can you come by on Thursday around noon?"

"Sure, same fee as last year?"

"Oh I think I can give you a raise, with inflation and all...."

There it was. That was it. That was the signal; the subtle little cue that
proved to me that last summer wasn't just some adolescent hormonal daydream.
Let me explain. Last summer I began my vacation mowing her lawn, and by the
beginning of school, I was mowing her. It had started out innocently enough
with me walking into her house while she was showering, strictly to see about
getting paid. One ballsy move led to another and pretty soon I was in Mrs.
Jennison's, umm, I mean Brenda's, room handing over my cherry to the mother of
my friend Heather. It was incredible. This went on for the rest of the summer
but stopped when I went back to school.

I know what you're thinking, "What, are you an idiot?" And the answer is yes,
but I just had no time to see her with school and sports and stuff. I mean it's
not like you can just ball your married neighbor on the kitchen table during
dinner. Someone would notice, and picking carrots out of my ass doesn't sound
all too exciting to me, although I'm still young. That may change over time.
Anyway, did you hear what she said to me? "....Oh I think I can give you a
raise... "This is going to be an awesome summer!

Thursday at noon rolled around and I didn't know what to expect for my first
day back on the job. In fact, it felt kind of weird. But Brenda was really
nice, and made me feel at ease. In fact, we didn't do anything, but she was
very flirty and a little touchy, which, believe me, I didn't mind in the least.
I felt very comfortable around her. Since it was getting to be the end of June,
and the grass was really starting to grow fairly quickly, I set up a time to
come over next Thursday. I went home that night and the fantasies about Brenda
started up again. I hadn't really seen her since last year and I had forgotten
how beautiful she was.

The following two weeks came and went in pretty much the same fashion, and I
was beginning to think that last summer had never happened. On the forth
Thursday she mentioned that she was going to be busy with an Avon party the
following week, but just come on over anyway.

Brenda was 37 years old, about 5'7", long blond hair, small hips, with 36 D
breasts that were as round and firm as any water balloon I'd ever squeezed. It
wasn't just her physical beauty that made her attractive though; it was her
personality, and her warmth. When she talked to you, she gave you her undivided
attention, like what you were saying was important to her. And she was always
complimenting you in a sincere way. You never got the feeling that she was just
blowing smoke up your ass. And that's what made me, an average, inexperienced,
insecure guy, want to be in every corner of her world.

I had other landscaping jobs, but I always looked forward to being with Brenda.
This week was no different and I could actually feel time slow down to a snails
pace until Thursday finally arrived. I packed up my gear and headed over. I
knew she had her little party, so I didn't bother her before I set out to trim
her lawn. It took about an hour and a half, but I finally finished just as her
party was starting to let out. I came around to the front and some of the other
neighbor ladies were coming out the door. There were about three or four of my
friend's moms and they all said "hi" as they passed me on the way to their cars
in the driveway. I stepped inside the hall and just waited a few minutes to let
any other stranglers leave before I got a hold of Brenda.

One more lady passed by me with Brenda right behind her. They were exchanging
"thank you's" and "call me's" as the last one walked out the front door. Brenda
turned to me and invited me to follow her.

I walked into the living room and noticed two things; one, Heather was in the
room, and two, it wasn't exactly make-up they had been selling at this party.
There was lingerie scattered about the room, along with some gels and books.
Heather looked a little embarrassed, but Brenda seemed fairly at ease with
everything. She invited me to sit down and asked if I would like some iced tea
or something. I said I'd rather stand because I didn't want to get her
furniture wet with sweat but ok'd the tea. Brenda asked Heather to get me a
towel and told me I could take off my shirt to cool down if I wanted. When
Heather came back with the towel, I did.

Brenda brought in the tea, and asked if I had every seen some of the things
lying around. I really hadn't, but was a little shy about admitting it. She
asked if I would like to see one of the teddy dolls modeled, just in case I
ever wanted to buy one for a future girlfriend. I took a long gulp of tea, and
whispered "sure" in a squeaky pubescent voice.

"Heather, go slip into this one and come on back."

"'K, be right back," she said without a hint of hesitation.

I didn't know what was going to happen, but my penis got a clue before my brain
did. With the towel lying over my lap, I soon learned the meaning behind the
term, "pitching a tent". Brenda started to gather up the other party items,
making small talk about what a disappointment the Giants were again this past
year while I continued to towel off.

After about 10 minutes Heather came back downstairs in a sapphire blue, satin
baby doll nightgown with spaghetti straps. I didn't know that's what it was
called at the time, but let me tell you, I do now. Heather and I have known
each other since we were kids, but we hung out in different crowds. We weren't
close in school, but we hung out with the neighborhood kids at home. Heather
was going to be a senior next year and so she had turned just 17 on tax day,
April 15. She had never even dropped a hint of interest in me, so it was a nice
little surprise to see her standing fairly naked in front of me.

Now Heather is almost the spitting image of her mom. When Heather gets a little
older, they'll pass for twins in the bar scene, hands down. Heather has
slightly smaller breasts than Brenda, but they're perkier. She has long sandy
blond hair that comes straight down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, and
an ass as beautiful as the Hope diamond.

"Well, Shawn, what do you think? Doesn't this make Heather look sexy? Heather,
turn around for Shawn and show him the whole package."

"Damn, Heather, you are so hot" I whispered under my breath, staring wide-eyed
in awe. At least I thought it was under my breath. I realized it wasn't when
Heather smiled and turned a little red. Then I turned red and looked down at
the floor.

"Well, Shawn, think you might want to buy one for your wife someday? Honey, go
put on the other one with the lace and fringe."

"Where is it mom? Oh, here it is, ok. Shawn, do you mind if I change right
here? I don't feel like running up and down the stairs. Besides, there's not
much left to the imagination with this one. Hey mom, why don't you put on one
of the other ones and we'll model together. Shawn can see which one he likes
the best."

"Do you mind Shawn?" Brenda asked kind of teasingly.

I couldn't get the words out. In fact, I couldn't get any words out until I
croaked, "Yes... I mean no. No I don't mind." My brain was not cooperating. How
could it? All the blood was in my dick.

Heather slowly took off the baby doll and, my God, I almost passed out. She
kind of smiled to herself as she reached for the other nightie, and I knew she
knew what kind of effect she was having on me.

"So Shawn, I can see you like these. I help mom model this stuff at the parties
she throws. No big deal, it's a quick $50 to dress up for some old women. What
kills me is how they think they'll look as good as me in this stuff. Yeah,
maybe twenty years ago."

Just then Brenda came back downstairs all dressed in one of the skimpy outfits.
Ok, can you imagine two hot women standing in teddies in front of you? I wanted
to attack them like a rabid animal but I still didn't want to take anything for
granted. I had to let them make the first move.

Brenda went over to the stereo and turned on a Prince song. She started to
dance in a real sexy, stripper kind of way, lost in the music and her own
little world. As soon as Heather recognized the song she began to dance too.
They were laughing and acting silly as they started to dance up next to each
other. Heather started to get real close to her mom, placing her left leg
between Brenda's legs, while Brenda jokingly placed her hands on Heather's ass.
Heather mockingly acted out the female role as she started to grind on her
mom's left leg. Brenda continued to message Heather's ass like you're not
supposed to squeeze the Charmin.

At this point, I didn't know if they noticed I was still in the room, but I
certainly did. Heather turned away from her mom and started to grind her ass
into Brenda's crotch as they started to dance in sync. Heather ran her hand up
her mom's left leg while she ran her right hand through her own hair and flung
it back in a real sexy shampoo commercial kind of way. She then started to feel
her own right breast while Brenda ran her hands up Heather's outer thighs. Then
she started to massage Heather's inner thighs while Heather pulled down the
strap on the right side of her gown, exposing the top of her right breast. They
were still dancing, and laughter began to turn to slight moaning.

Brenda ran her hands up Heather's shorts and over the front of her hips and
back around to the sides. Heather was really starting to get into this as she
closed her eyes and started to moan a little louder. After about four or five
minutes, Brenda squatted down by Heather's ass and slowly pulled her shorts
down. Watching a sexy girl slowly step out of any kind of shorts is like
watching the beauty of a sunrise on a warm spring morning.

Heather stepped out of her shorts and Brenda began to kiss her ass cheeks.
Heather took her top off and slowly turned around so that her mom's face was
right in line with her light brown, curly pubes. She grabbed her mom's head and
pulled it close to her as her mom started to lick and kiss all around the
borders of that hot little triangle.

Heather arched her body back and pulled her mom's head close to her snatch and
I could see Brenda stick her tongue out and touch her daughter lightly for the
first time. Heather shuttered and squealed as her mom's tongue started to dart
in a little deeper. Heather started to grind her hips on her mom's face and I
had a boner the size of King Kong.

As Brenda continued to lick and tease her daughter, I quickly pulled off my
pants. I mean I had no choice. I was going to break my dick in half or get
gangrene if it didn't find some pressure relieving space in a hurry. Now
completely naked, I began to stroke myself faster and faster. I couldn't help
it, again, I had no choice. I knew I wasn't going to last very long and just as
Heather was starting to grind faster, I shot my load. I stroked with a fury,
and I didn't care where it landed. I started moaning so loudly that the girls
stopped and started to watch me watching them. It took about 8 pumps to empty
that shotgun but when I was done I felt mucho relief.

"Well, looks like someone's enjoying the show. Go ahead and sit down, Shawn,
we're not done yet. Not even close, right sweetheart."

"Fuck no," she moaned.

Brenda then looked back at Heather and turned her around so she was facing her
ass crack. She then pushed forward on Heather's back so Heather would bend
over. Then Brenda spread Heather's ass cheeks and began to lick up and down.
Heather let out a big sigh and continued to play with her nipples. After a few
minutes, Heather reached around and grabbed her own butt cheeks and spread them
open for her mother. Brenda took the queue and began to concentrate her tongue
on Heather's asshole. With her right hand she reached up and began to massage
Heather's clit. You could tell from Brenda's ease of motion that Heather was
getting very wet. With her left hand, Brenda reached up, licked her forefinger,
and started to finger Heather. I could see the moisture glistening on her
finger as it disappeared in and out of Heather's little brown box. Brenda
started to move a little faster, but then stopped and switched from her
forefinger to her thumb.

I'm sure Fonzie never had this in mind when he used to stick his thumb up and
say, "Aaaaayyyy." Heather started to rock and moan in rhythm to what her mom
was doing. This syncopated dance went on for about ten minutes as they slowly
began to pick up speed. By this time Brenda was really jamming her thumb into
Heather's cunt.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God...I'm going to come, mommy, oh, my God,
lick harder... harder... Oh! My Go... aaaaaaaaahhhhh."

As she started to come, Heather looked like she was doing squat thrusts on her
mom's thumbs. I could see Heather's juices running down her mom's hand and then
she finally just collapsed forward on the ground. She had a big smile on her
face, but she looked drained and flush. Brenda lied down on top of Heather and
began to kiss the back of her neck while Heather gathered up some strength.

She finally rolled her mom off of her and then rolled over so she was lying on
top of her mom, face to face. She began to kiss her mom's lips tenderly, first
the top one, then the bottom, and then she pressed in for a more passionate
kiss. I could see the interplay between their tongues, and I could feel myself
getting hard again. It hadn't been more than 10 minutes since my last one, and
I was a little sore from ejaculating so hard, but you couldn't help but
appreciate the mother/daughter love that I was witnessing. It was tender, and
sexy, and loving, and I knew no one on this planet would ever believe me.

Heather reached down with her left hand and began to gently rub her mom's right
breast as they continued to kiss. For some odd reason, I just noticed that
Prince had stopped playing and all I could hear was the sloppy, sucking wetness
of two people kissing. Brenda was starting to moan as Heather began to lightly
pinch Brenda's nipple through the lingerie fabric. I went over to the CD player
and put on some Enigma. There's nothing like a bunch of monks chanting over a
dance beat to get you in the mood...especially when the music breaks and you
can hear that sexy woman moaning. Damn, I love that!

Needless to say, the ladies didn't notice, or acknowledge, me at all. When I
looked back down, Brenda had slid her teddy down to her waist and Heather was
licking and sucking her mom's nipples. I don't imagine this is what Brenda had
pictured 17 years earlier when she was breast-feeding Heather for real.

Heather circled her tongue around each nipple, then took one in her mouth and
sucked it as she pulled her head up, stretching Brenda's nipple about an inch
longer than normal. You could here a "suck" sound as Heather let her mom's
nipple pop out of her mouth. As this was going on, Brenda had her eye's closed,
as she ran her fingers through her daughter's long hair.

Heather reached up and grabbed some flavored lotion and dripped it onto her
mother's chest. She slowly licked it off her mom and took a good mouthful of
tit as she rubbed and teased the other one. Heather then moved down her mom's
body and dripped the lotion down her stomach and around her belly button. She
then reached into the teddy, by her mom's hips, and pulled it down her mom's
legs and off. I had a flashback to the previous summer, and almost came again
right there. I had to stop and think about seeing my Uncle Louie's hairy ass in
the shower at the Y last month. Damn, that's enough to make Viagra useless.

Heather then went back to her mom's stomach and began to lick the lotion off as
she kissed and licked her way down to her mom's navel. She then spread her
mom's legs and began to kiss up her mom's right thigh, up and around her pubic
hair, and down the left thigh. Brenda was starting to play with her own tits,
like her daughter had done when she was on the receiving end of a tongue bath.
While kissing her mom's right thigh, Heather began to run her right hand
through her mom's bush, sticking her fingers in and pulling up, like a comb,
and then rubbing the heel of her hand gently into her pubic bone.

Finally Heather began to kiss up towards her mom's slit. You could just start
to see the outline of her lips peaking through the brownish pubic hair. Heather
grabbed her mom's hips and brought her mouth up to her mom's clit and started
to tease it with her tongue. With one hand in her daughter's hair, and one on
her left breast, Brenda started to grind a little to the music. The break in
the music where the girl moans hit, and if you looked at Brenda at just that
moment, it would look like she was lip-synching. To this day I keep hearing
Brenda moan when I hear that song. Let me tall ya, that got me through some
lonely nights in college, boy.

With her right hand, Heather pulled up at the top of her mom's pussy, exposing
her mom's clit a little more. She then flattened her tongue and slowly ran it
up and down the little man in the canoe. About every third lick she would stop
and suck it for a sec and then go back to licking. Her licking got longer and
longer, and pretty soon she was tonguing her mom's vagina. Brenda grabbed a
pillow and placed it under her hips to give her daughter a better angle without
giving her a neck injury. She then pulled both her knees up to her chest
exposing both her beautiful, wet pussy and her pink little asshole.

Without missing a beat, Heather began to lick up and down her mom's pussy and
asshole. Her little tongue knew what to do as she began to stick it deeper and
deeper into Brenda's womb. With her left hand on Brenda's right hip, and her
tongue exploring her mom's pussy, Heather stuck a finger in her mom for
lubrication, and then began to work it into her mom's tight asshole. A look of
mild discomfort crept over Brenda's face, but she began to rub her clit a
little faster, and discomfort turned to pleasure in seconds.

Working a finger down to the second knuckle, Heather started to finger fuck her
mom's asshole a little quicker. Brenda's breathing and clit massage started to
pick up a new rhythm as Heather moaned into her mom's wet pie in unison with
Brenda's.

Snapping back to my own existence, I noticed that I was stroking myself in
rhythm with the girls.

"Heather... shit, Heather... oh, God....faster, deeper... I'm coming... Oh,
fuck yes... oh, baby... Yeeesssssss... Oh... Shit... Yesss..."

That's all it took, and I was gone. Brenda and I came at just about the exact
same moment. As Brenda grabbed her daughter's head and jammed her face into
that moist batch of Heaven, I let loose with another wad. This one started in
my toes and the first three squirts landed on Brenda's tits. I don't think she
noticed until she ran her hand through a few drops, and realized what it was.
Then she smiled and smeared it all over her tits. Heather was just finishing up
down south by planting little baby kisses on her mom's thigh then she looked up
and saw her mom smiling while rubbing my jizz into her skin. She came up from
between her mother's legs and began to lick my cum off her mom's tits. Then
Brenda licked her fingers as I fell back in exhaustion.

With most of my cum licked off of Brenda's chest, Heather lied her head down on
her mom and smiled at me while pointing for her mom. I was so out of it, trying
to compute what just took place, that I didn't notice the two girls giggling
and staring at me.

"What's the matter, Shawn? Did we wear you out? I guess you could say that
Heather and I have a very close mother/daughter relationship. Wouldn't you
agree?"

I mumbled something that more resembled some West African tribe dialect than
English. They laughed again and Heather got up and ran upstairs to clean up.
Brenda sat up and asked if she still needed to pay me for the lawn.

"Hmmphgrmphamm," I said in my best proper English.

"I'll take that as a "no", Shawn" she laughed, and then rolled on her back.

I finally got some strength and got dressed.

"I told you that you deserved a raise this year. I just didn't say what I was
going to raise," she said with a devious smile.

I gathered myself together and told her I would see her next Thursday as I
staggered out the front door. As I walked home in a daze, I wondered if I was
ever going to get in the middle of that Jennison sandwich. Who knows, maybe
that will be next summer's raise.

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