DRAFT - MILF 2 (Patreon)

Here comes part 2.

If you ever find the name "Harriet" inside, it means "Madison". Sometimes the character names change, and having Harrison in DV was making things weird, so, I got a name that sound cute - Madison becomes Maddie, or something else in the lips of other characters <3.

In the picture, Lauren and Becca. In the following drafts I might try to find more pictures accordingly to the text.

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In the same city, around 2 decades later, a platinate SUV crosses a yellow sign.

Inside, an annoyed young woman, at her side driving, a smiling gorgeous businesswoman.

Becca: Lauren, honey, what bothers you?

Lauren: I told you I didn’t want you to bring me to the campus.

Becca: I wouldn’t let my precious little girl get in class late. Also, with so many books you’re carrying today you needed a ride.

Lauren: Becca, there’s Uber for that!

Becca: I wouldn’t let my precious little girl get in the car of a strange man. And it's Mom for you.

Lauren: I’m of legal age, Ma'am!

Becca: You will always be my little girl, also, we're almost there.

It was hard to combat Rebecca's cleverness and goodwill. Lauren sank in the seat as they approach the university.

Lauren: U... suck... Becca Thompson.

Becca: Said what, honey?

Lauren grunts something looking outside.

Becca: Here we are!

Lauren: Did we really need to let the bag in the trunk?

Becca: No complaining, my dear, my car, my rules. You’re beginning to sound like your daddy.

Lauren: Ah, now we’re into the subject, cause I don’t look like you in any way.

Becca leaves the car on her high heels, skin-tight jeans, panther shirt showing part of her tiny waist skin and a tight jacket, the body of a goddess, while her blonde hair flies in the air, sparkling in the sunlight.

And, as always, the soccer team pack is staring at her, drooling.

Becca: Good morning boys!

The boys: Good morning Mrs. Thompson!

Becca: Honey, what did you mean by that?

Lauren was annoyed, she swings her hand down referring to them.

Lauren: Fuck, mom, look at us! You’re statuesque, I barely come to your breast height!

Becca loomed over Lauren pinching her cheeks on a lovely time, but Lauren hated do be treated as the cute little girl.

Becca: Awn, honeee…

Lauren: Don’t pinch my cheek!

Becca puts her hand on her hips, imposing even more her statuesque self in front of her daughter.

Becca: You look just like me at your age - you’re blonde, gorgeous, intelligent, hot…

Lauren: Are you sure I’m your daughter? Because out of this you said I don’t look even my dad’s daughter.

Becca (neutral): Why this, honey, you’re even taller than I was at your age.

Lauren: Mom, I’m 5’4' and you’re nearing 6’7” and you’re even using heels. Isn’t this at least weird?

Becca: I’m not 6’7”, I`m 6’4”. At least I was last year. My pants have, uh, just shrink a bit.

Becca walks to the driver's door, waving to the football team.

Becca: Goodbye, boys!

The boys: Goodbye, Mrs. Thompson!

Becca: Love you, honey, see ya!

Lauren: Whatever.

Lauren stayed there, lifeless, with her bag of books in the sidewalk, looking at the group of athletes looking the way her mother's car went.

Behind her, a wavy hair blonde approaches. She is even prettier than Lauren, not the skinny with a great ass as Lauren, she has broader shoulders and smaller hips and ass, with a great set of big boobs, of course. Her blue eyes are epic.

Madison: Hey, what’s up Lauren?

She waved her hand in front of Lauren.

Madison: Lauren?! You ok?

Lauren: I’m just wondering why my mother is more popular than us!

Madison: Fair question.

Lauren: I mean, what the fuck, boys should be looking at us, and not dolling at my mother!

Not that Madison has any problem with guys, 'cause boobs rule the world. But she is also annoyed by the fact their mothers are, somehow, more attractive to boys than them.

Madison: Our mothers you mean.

Lauren knows Madison's mother, and she looks even more upset about her.

Lauren: Don’t make this worse than it is.

Madison: You can’t blame them, your mother is tall, athletic, successful, a gorgeous woman.

Lauren: If height was something Brittany would be the most popular girl in school.

Madison points to a tall curly hair girl that just arrived and was talking to the football team. She was athletic and had a magnificent built with nice thighs and ass.

Madison: Look at her, surrounded by guys. She IS the most popular girl in school.

Lauren: Whatever, your mother is much better than mine, I mean, those breasts are what men want.

Madison: Don’t talk about my mother’s implants! They’re infamous!

Lauren: I thought you said they were natural ones…

Madison: They are natural. Don’t make it worse to me. Every time I’m at her side, I feel like I’m nothing. It’s so shameful.

Lauren: At least she doesn't make helicopter parenting with you.

Madison: At least people can still form phrases when your mother talks to them.

Lauren: Fuck you, Madison!

Harriet: Fuck you, Madison!

Behind them, Brittany laughs, amused by her "colleagues".

Brittany: Hee hee hee… you guys are so fun…

Lauren & Madison: FUCK YOU, BRITTANY!