Mother and Daughter

A sexy teacher taught me.
Then she started to escort me.
From the start, our love was faulty.
She was sweet and I was salty.
The nice things that I bought her
made up for when I fought her
but it turned to all-out slaughter
when I tried to fuck her daughter.

She was eighteen, Mum was forty.
I was bound to have a sortie
but before I could, Mum caught me.
From that day on, she fought me.
On learning I’d been naughty
She became extremely haughty.
I exploded into laughter
Said ‘yes I tried to shaft her’
It’s your yearling that I’m after.
Not the sad old cow what calved her.”

She cried a torrent of salt water
I said, “your sexy teenage daughter
wants me to sexually assault her!
Why can’t you just support her?”
She just shouted, gave no quarter.
Said, “you’re not allowed to court her.”
But I knew that I would thwart her.
You see, her crafty little daughter
had booked us two flights to Gibraltar!

In the hotel room I kissed her
and told her how I’d missed her
Said to strip. I would assist her.
She’d be the missus to my mister.
I thought, “she won’t resist me”,
but she suddenly dismissed me!
Said, “it’s like kissing my own brother”
I screamed, “You’re just like your mother!”
With that she grabbed her passport
and with very little forethought
ran to the hotel forecourt
arranged some hasty transport
to get back to the airport.

So the moral of this story
is there really ain’t no glory
in creating a furore
by being predatory.






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