Your dad/ mom/ milf/ sister drags you along till you finally reach the closest bar. You were both let in without any issues and before you knew it. Michelle had sat you down right at the bar and ordered two margaritas.
“Just sit tight Jenifer.” Michelle said rubbing her elbow against you. “I’m gonna get us both laid in no time. All we gotta do is sit tight and look like a couple of sexy milf twins looking for some fun, and in no time at all we’ll be in bed sexy hunky guy.” The margaritas arrived and Michelle took sip scanning the bar like a soldier looking over the trenches.
‘But D—‘ suddenly you felt a slender finger press against your plump lip.
“Up bub bup.” She said. “Call me either: sis, Michelle, or Mom from now on.”
You rolled your eyes pushing her arm away.
‘But... mom.’ You say finding the word a bit weird. You looked down at your sweater clad breasts and blushed a bit. ‘Do I really need to have sex with a guy tonight?’
Michelle shrugged and took another sip of the margarita.
“I mean if you really want to shoot for a lesbian hook up I won’t judge you for it...”
Just then she trailed off as the bar door opened and in stepped a very handsome muscular young man in his late twenties with five o’clock shadow. Your mom/ dad licked her lips and undid the top two button on her blouse. Leaning back in stool and taking another sip of the margarita following were he sat down.
“Me on the other hand? I’m looking for someone to serve as a nice strong husband and father to you.”
‘That’s not what a meant.’
It looked like she was getting ready to spring out of her chair at any moment. But she paused and turned to you. Sighing then sitting back down.
“Alright hun, I’ll cut you a little deal.” Downing the rest of the blue drink she gestured to the bar. “If you agree to have fun with me tonight, before I go and find someone to screw me to a wall so hard I can’t walk straight.”
You really didn’t want that image in your head.
“Just point to anyone in this bar, male or female, and I’ll use my... heh... ‘feminine charm’...” Michelle said hoisting up her breasts then dropping them and watching them jiggle. “....To help you get under the sheets with them.”
‘What?...’ you asked taken aback.
Michelle rubbed her temples. “I’m going to be your wing woman.” She said reaching over and now taking a swig from your margarita.
“Go ahead Jenifer...”