Mom Comes to Town

By Maria Zerva

Meeting one's future mother-in-law is an important moment; however, for Juliana, this meeting is going to take a highly bizarre twist, as Samantha, her to-be mother-in-law, is a beautiful and very sexual woman. With Juliana's fiance out of town, Juliana does her best to impress Samantha, which includes wearing one of Samantha's skimpy outfits and going downtown dressed like a cheap hooker.
They meet a group of young, black men that take them to an underground dive; Juliana succumbs to lust and joins the gangbang and, after Samantha's encouragement, returns to the dive in order to perform as a stripper.
Mesmerized by Samantha, Juliana willingly performs sexual acts she never even fantasized about and her meeting with her future mother-in-law drastically alters her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maria Zerva
• Release date: Feb 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463152423

Maria Zerva

A philosophy student at Athens University, who likes writing erotica stories in between studying Kant and Aristotle.I love writing about various kinks and themes, which means that each of my stories has something different to offer; I am writing a lot and I hope to publish more and more stories.Feedback, reviews, and comments are always welcome, as I love knowing what my readers like and what they don't.

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Mom Comes to Town

Maria Zerva

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Mom Comes to Town

Juliana wiped her forehead with the back of her delicate hand and glared about at the pristine living room; a heavy sigh escaped her pouted lips and she leaned the mop against the wall before tiptoeing her way back to the kitchen.

She filled her mug with fresh, steaming coffee and flung herself on the folding chair, stretching her aching leg. After a long, rejuvenating sip, she massaged the back of her knees and made a moue.

Sam’s job interview in New York could not have come at a worse time; his mother would arrive in a couple of hours and she had spent the past couple of days cleaning the apartment, discovering—and mopping—corners she hadn’t even noticed during the five months she’d been living in the apartment with Sam.

What terrified her was how little she knew about Sam’s mom; her future mother-in-law if things went according to plan. Considering that Sam had hardly mentioned his mother during the two years they’d been dating, her mind had sped along a maddening course for the past couple of weeks in efforts to picture how she would be.

All she knew about her was that she was unemployed and living on whatever Sam’s father’s fortune was. She’d seen no pictures, she’d heard almost nothing about her—she only knew that she was in her early forties and that Sam’s dad had been approximately twenty-five years her senior.

She glared at the clock standing above the kitchen door; the minutes before she’d finally meet her ticked away mercilessly. She nipped on her coffee, struggling to hold her mug with her trembling, from both exhaustion and angst, hand. With a sigh, she squinted at the wooden floor and, after ascertaining it had dried up, she went to the bathroom and jumped into the shower.

She traded her booty shorts and white t-shirt—that had been soaked in her sweat—for an elegant, flower-patterned sundress and low-heel pumps. She caught her red hair in a high ponytail and gave her slim body a final inspection on the full-body mirror in the bedroom.

Finding the perfect look for the dreaded first meeting with her future mother-in-law was far more arduous than she’d expected; doubts crept in her mind and she rummaged the dresser more than a few times, wondering whether the dress and heels were too formal, or too informal, or too sexy, or too modest, or too…there was always an or too… that wouldn’t let her reach a decision.

Sam had not appeared excited about his mom visiting—and had grown distressed when he realized he’d be gone when she arrived—and the pressure of the meeting going well crushed her chest. No matter how strained or whatever Sam’s relationship with his mother was, she still was his mother and Juliana knew she had some influence on him; consequently, if she didn’t like her, it could damage their relationship.

Deciding to stick with the sundress and stop browsing through her clothes for the ever-elusive perfect outfit, she sat on the couch and turned the TV on. Nothing interesting was on and she kept changing the channels