Chapter 18

On Wednesday morning, Mom arrived to watch Camila, while I drove Monica to her scheduled checkup. Instead of stopping at our normal medical office, she instructed me to drive to her old house, now occupied by Lisa. I assumed that she wanted to assess the modifications we had done. Once inside, Lisa, dressed in blue scrubs, greeted us.

Leading my wife through each room, she explained what we had done and finished the tour in the large office. A middle-aged woman, also adorned in scrubs, greeted us, “Hi, I’m Martha and I’ll be assisting and training Lisa through the exam.” After a handshake, she provided Lisa with detailed instructions on how to prepare Monica for her exam. It was a slow process since Martha had to elaborate on different scenarios that may occur.

Seeing my bored expression, Monica saved me, saying, “Martha, would you mind if my husband waits in the other room? He might be a little uncomfortable with his sister in the same room during the exam.”

“Not at all,” Martha replied. “After all, he’s already done his part in the process.” All three giggled, much like a gang of school girls. I kissed Monica on the cheek, turned, and left for the comfortable waiting room I had previously set up.

Two hours later, Monica appeared in the doorway. “All done, sweetie. Everything is great. The baby and I are in perfect health and progressing well.”

“Excellent,” I replied and helped her to the car, saying goodbye to Lisa and Martha on the way out.

On the drive home, I asked, “How’s Lisa doing with the training? It’s thoughtful of you to hire a certified midwife to assist her. It should give her a boost in obtaining her credentials.”

“She’s quickly picking it up,” Monica replied. “It’s no surprise, given her intelligence and warm personality. She performed most of the work, while Martha guided her through each step. Martha was just as impressed with her progress as I was.”

Changing topics, I asked, “Do you want me to walk Mom back to her house when we return so you can relax?”

She laughed at my subtle hint and replied, “No. Your mother informed me that she wants you fully loaded for the client tomorrow. No motherfucking for you today.”

I chuckled and replied, “That’s fine with me, as it allows me to spend more time with you and Camila tonight.”

Our conversation changed to other topics and before long, we had pulled into our drive. While Monica described her checkup with Mom, I played a game with Camila in her room, so they could candidly discuss the procedure. After the front door closed, Monica appeared in the doorway, asking, “Are you two hungry? Melissa prepared dinner and it’s about ready to come out of the oven.”

Before I could respond, Camila chirped, “I’m starved. Grandma and I had fun making it while you were gone.”

As we enjoyed our meal, Camila recounted her day with Mom, dominating the conversation. When finished, Monica and Camila settled onto the couch while I cleaned the kitchen. We spent the evening watching shows and retired early.

Mom picked me up the next afternoon to drive us to meet our latest client. While driving, she explained, “Her name is Angelina, but she prefers Angie.”

Recalling what Mom had said about her fantasy, I asked, “I may be missing the obvious, but if the woman wants to learn how to seduce her son, why does she need me to impregnate her?”

“Because she doesn’t think it’ll happen,” Mom replied. “He’s shown no physical interest in her and she’s more interested in the fantasy than the real thing. She doesn’t want to risk losing him by flirting with him.”

“I think she’s dismissing the attraction a son has toward his mother,” I refuted. “I know from personal experience that there’s nothing more exciting than having your mother come on to you.”

“Thanks,” Mom replied, sexily giggling. “It was a thrill for me too. There’s another reason for her hesitance. She’s afraid she’ll be a horrible lover, as she’s been without a man for quite some time, devoting all of her free time to work. It’s been a struggle for her to raise her son without any help from her ex-husband. She’s finally reached a point where she’s financially comfortable and wants to bear another child.”

“That sounds reasonable,” I agreed. “With your help, I think we can build her confidence enough to seduce her son. It’d be quite the bonus to her if we can make it happen.”

“That’s my plan, although I didn’t tell her,” Mom explained. “Let’s concentrate on her today before mentioning our matchmaking strategy.”

Before we could further discuss it, Mom pulled into the driveway of a suburban home, far less opulent than Susan’s estate. After ringing the doorbell, a petite middle-aged woman answered, and greeted us, “Hi Melissa. Come in.”

Once inside, Mom introduced me, “Hi Angie, this is my son, Sam.”

She extended her hand and when we shook, I noticed a nervous tremor in her grip. Her facial expression reflected her uneasiness and I knew the first priority would be making her feel more relaxed.

With a reassuring smile, I made eye contact and gently expressed, “It’s wonderful to meet you.” I held her hand with both of mine and gently squeezed, consoling her, “It’s perfectly normal to be a little nervous. Let’s sit for a bit and enjoy each other’s company before we proceed. Don’t feel pressured, and if at any point you want to pause, let us know.”

She smiled back, and replied, “Thanks, Sam. When I initially talked to your mother and wife, it felt much different than actually meeting you in person. It’s a little embarrassing and you’re right, that it’d be nice to acquaint ourselves better. Let’s settle onto the couch for a bit. Would either of you like anything to drink?”

“Not at the moment,” Mom replied for both of us. “Sam, sit beside Angie and make her feel comfortable like you do for me when I’m upset.”

I snuggled close to Angie, holding her hand, while Mom sat in a comfortable easy chair, opposite of us. Mom and I steered the conversation that piqued her interest and it wasn’t long before her demeanor transitioned to a more friendly state.

Our bodies pressed together and after a few minutes, I felt her hand relax. I draped my right arm around her and gently hugged her while she conversed with Mom. Covertly inspecting her body, I realized she was even more petite than I originally thought, thinner than Lisa. Her long dress hid most of her legs and her blouse didn’t display much of a bulge.

Her short brunette hair nicely framed her charming face. Her delightful, smallish nose and brown eyes captivated me more than normal, mirroring Mom’s alluring looks. She was maybe a year or two younger than Mom, but it was hard to tell for certain.

Mom had previously informed me that Angie had worked long hours to raise her family and her slim physique reflected her activeness. Her elegant, thin lips along with her charming smile hinted at an invitation to taste her sweetness.

When Angie appeared ready to proceed, Mom delicately asked, “Are you still interested in continuing with the procedure?”

Angie smiled broadly and exclaimed, “Of course! I wasn’t completely on board before, uncertain of how my son, Russ, would react. Over the weekend, when I shared my plans with him regarding my intentions of becoming impregnated, his response was surprisingly joyful. He thought it was a great idea and even hugged me tightly, which is rare for him to show that much intimacy. Our discussion through the rest of the weekend centered on how we would modify the spare bedroom into a nursery to prepare for a newborn.”

Mom’s eyes twinkled and I knew exactly what she was thinking. She was already planning on how to join mother and son together. Without disclosing her thoughts, she replied, “That’s terrific. I’m so glad it’s working out for you.”

Changing the subject, Angie asked, “We hit on this a bit before but I’m interested in how you two transitioned to a physical relationship.” Her face blushed, unsure of whether our illicit joining was out of bounds.

“It’s a little different from most relationships since most sons aren’t as aggressive toward their mother as they would be on a date,” Mom explained. “It can start with inadvertent touching and then progress toward closer contact, including kissing. The first kisses can be innocently on the cheek or neck, before escalating to the lips. Sam and I can demonstrate some of the ways you can make your son feel more comfortable around you.”

Taking her hint, I placed my hand on Angie’s knee and gently squeezed it. Her sharp intake of air was followed by her legs snapping shut. “Sorry,” Angie apologized. “It’s been a long time since a man has touched me.”

Mom stood, walked over, and sat beside me, opposite of Angie. Reaching over my lap she pulled Angie’s long dress up until several inches of upper leg were revealed. Mom guided my left hand to her knee and said, “Sam, place your hand on Angie’s leg like you’re doing to mine and we’ll show her the silent signals she can project to encourage her son.”

I gripped Angie’s knee and gently squeezed, doing the same to Mom.

“When he puts his hand on your leg and doesn’t advance, he’s wary of proceeding, fearing disapproval. Guide his hand with yours, showing him it’s okay to caress your leg,” Mom instructed.

Both of them placed their hands on top of mine and moved them upward. I caressed both of their legs, gaining more territory with each pass. Angie’s leg was slimmer, but very firm, reflecting her active lifestyle.

When Mom released her hand, Angie followed. Mom continued, “Spread your legs wider, showing him that he has permission to continue.”

Their legs widened and my hands slowly slid up their smooth legs, stopping at their upper thighs. When I squeezed and caressed their firm muscles, they smiled widely, enjoying the attention. After several minutes I released their legs and expressed, “A woman’s legs are like a magnet to a son. Shorter skirts and robes will drive him crazy.”

“I always thought mine were a little thin and wouldn’t appeal to him,” she replied. “Do you really think he’d be attracted to them?”

I stroked her leg from her knee to her upper thigh and back several times before answering, “He’s going to love them. Your legs are very sexy.”

When Angie’s smile widened but quickly turned to apprehension, Mom cautioned, “Don’t take it lightly, Angie. Sam has encountered and appreciated many women’s legs, and he’s always been sincere with his compliments.”

Angie turned to me, smiled again, and stated, “Thanks, Sam. I appreciate your candid remarks. What are some of the other circumstances that enabled you two to grow closer together?”

Mom stood and said, “Hugging is an important step to connecting with your son. Sam, hug Angie, starting with how we hugged at first and then progressing later on.”

I embraced Angie and avoided coming into contact with her breasts, along with keeping my groin away from her. After lightly hugging her for a minute, I pulled her closer until her tits pressed into my chest. They felt bigger than I had originally surmised, but it was hard to determine since she wore a bra.

Her breath quickened while her muscles tightened. I nestled my head beside hers and kissed her earlobe. “Relax, Angie. The combination of your perfume mixed with your natural scent is truly intoxicating. You have nothing to be nervous about. You’re a very sexy woman.”

Her body relaxed, followed by her soft lips kissing my neck.

“When you feel his arms pulling you close, move your hands to his lower back and tug him closer, Angie,” Mom instructed. “Grind your body into his hard cock, giving him the green light to advance.”

Obeying Mom, Angie yanked me to her soft body, my upright, hard cock burying into her stomach. She moaned and sucked a hunk of my neck while her hands gripped my ass and pulled me tighter.

“That’s perfect,” Mom stated. “Hugging with your clothes on is the first step, but where you can gain ground is at night, during your goodnight hug. What do you wear when relaxing in the evenings before retiring?”

“Robes,” Angie answered. “Although, I can see where I’ll need to buy newer, shorter ones as the ones we have aren’t very revealing.”

“Let’s practice with what you have, then,” Mom suggested. “If you have an extra for me, I’ll show you how to give a proper motherly hug.”

Angie dashed to her son’s room and returned with one of his robes, before leading Mom to her bedroom. After removing my clothes and slipping on her son’s robe, I waited until I heard Mom call, “Come in, Sam. We’re ready to proceed.”

The first thing I noticed upon entering was that the bed covers were pushed to the side. Seeing that Angie had prepared her room for breeding relieved my anxiety that she wasn’t ready for it.

Mom held her arms out, inviting me in for a hug. “The first few nights you’ll repeat the simple, non-physical hugs as we did while wearing clothes. Sam, show her how you’ll advance until you’re kissing. Generally, a romantic kiss is the turning point in your relationship.”

Mom and I embraced tightly, knowing exactly what the other liked. My prick turned to steel, feeling Mom’s big, soft tits press against me. I kissed my way from her neck to her cheeks before landing on her succulent lips. We took it slow at first, then opened our mouths, our tongues dancing together. Angie watched intently as Mom stroked my back and humped her hips into mine, dry-humping my prick.

While one hand remained on her back, my other snuck into her robe and squeezed one of her meaty mounds. She groaned and intensified her kiss. Moving one of her hands upward, she pulled the robe off her shoulder, exposing one breast. My mouth traveled down and encircled her rounded breast, ending on her nipple. When I latched on, her hand held my head to her tit.

She groaned and gasped, “This is what every mother treasures—having her son return to nurse on her. At this point, you’ve surrendered your body to your son and there’s no turning back.”

While sucking on her distended tip, one hand explored lower until it discovered her furry treasure. I cupped her mons pubis and gently tugged her pussy hair. She groaned, her breaths short and rapid as I paid homage to her perfect body. My fingers delved into her velvety folds, finding her interior soaked.

“That’s enough for me, Sam. It’s time to demonstrate to Angie,” Mom croaked, gently shoving me off.

She shrugged off her robe, leaving her voluptuous body on display. Angie scanned Mom’s nude body and remarked, “Your mother’s breasts are much bigger than mine. With so many young girls out there with large breasts, how could I ever hope to attract my son?”

“Size doesn’t matter when they’re on your mother,” I assured her. “Be proud of what you have and don’t shy away from him.”

When I embraced her, she pulled me tightly and kissed my neck again, inhaling deeply. “I love the smell of a man,” she croaked. “Sometimes, I smell Russ’s clothes when I put them in the washer.”

Taking the same path as I did to my mother, my lips traveled from her neck to her lips. She didn’t prolong our kiss, French kissing me immediately. She was turned on and ready to move on. When she felt my hand move toward her breast, she pulled off her robe, allowing it to drop on the floor.

While our mouths were locked together, my hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them. Smaller than Mom’s, they still filled my hands and their perkiness made up for their size. When my fingertips found her rubbery tips, she groaned into my mouth. We continued to kiss while I twisted and teased her nipples.

When Mom moved behind me and pulled off my robe, Angie’s hands found my cock. While one wrapped around my shaft, the other cupped my heavy balls. She stroked my prick and fucked my mouth at the same pace. Struggling to breathe, she released my mouth and gasped, “Jesus, I’m so fucking horny.”

Mom grabbed my shoulders, pulled me off our clinging client, and shoved me to the bed. “I’ll show you a trick to taking the edge off while saving your son’s prick for a longer session.”

She straddled me and sunk her wet pussy onto my prick. While bouncing up and down, her breasts lewdly flopping, she cooed, “Fucking him like this, he won’t erupt.”

One of Angie’s hands squeezed her breast while the other fingered her horny cunt as she intently gazed at mother and son sinfully joined. After another five minutes of thrashing, Mom’s walls convulsed as she wailed, “Fuck, it’s as good as ever. Cumming on your son’s cock is the best feeling ever.” Her juices flowed down my shaft, coating it with her hot, oily cream.

Slowly extracting herself, she stood to the side of the bed and murmured, “Your turn Angie. Enjoy my son as I have for so many times.”

Angie sat on my legs, leaned down, gripped my stem, and stuck my bloated head into her mouth. She sucked so hard, I thought I might blow. Pulling off she said, “I love sucking cock. It’s been too long.”

“How long has it been since you’ve had a hard cock jammed into your horny pussy?” Mom asked.

“Since my divorce, more than a decade ago. I can’t believe I waited so long,” she admitted.

She rose and held my prick at the base, pointing it straight up. She lowered until my tip brushed across her puffy, outer lips. “Melissa, I see you kept your pussy hair. I thought young men would prefer a bare mound and considered shaving.”

“Don’t shave,” I replied, firmly. “Sons prefer their mothers to remain natural. It enhances the taboo nature, reinforcing the fact that they’re fucking their mother.”

She smiled widely and popped my head between her labia, paused, and swirled my tip around her entrance. “I need to take it slow. You’re big and my pussy hasn’t been stretched for a while.”

“That’s why this position is perfect,” Mom stated. “Take it slowly and don’t rush it. The first time is most thrilling for me, feeling his big cock split me open while it sinks to the bottom.”

Angie gripped my ribs and sunk lower. She threw her head back and groaned as my prick spread her resistant walls. Her juices flowed as her hungry pussy devoured my rock-hard cock. “Oh god, this is so good!” she exclaimed. “I’ve never felt so full.” Unwilling to wait any further, she dropped her body onto mine, fully burying my cock inside her throbbing pussy. Her face scrunched up, not in agony, but with pleasure.

Her pussy contracted and convulsed, cumming on the first stroke. “Fuck, I’m cumming already. I’ve never been so fucking horny!” she exclaimed.

After her convulsions subsided, she continued fucking my pole, more in control than before. She twisted her pelvis while pumping up and down, her face filled with blissful joy. The shy naive mother had transformed into a passionate fucking machine.

Her smallish tits, bouncing up and down, drew my attention. “I neglected to show you how much a mother enjoys a son feeding from her. Lower down and let me make it up to you,” I ordered.

She lowered immediately, stuffing her tit into my open mouth. She groaned as I sucked and nibbled on her rubber tip while she humped my cock. After another ten minutes of riding my cock, she screamed, “I’m cumming again. It’s better than before. Fuck!”

“Let it out, Angie,” I encouraged the horny mother.

After a few contractions, I humped up, causing her orgasm to lengthen as her body convulsed and shook. Her creamy juices soaked my pubic hair through her explosive climax. Afterward, she flopped on top of me resulting in my prick sliding out of her flooded cavern. “Thank you so much, Sam,” Angie cooed and kissed me.

“Believe me, it was great for me, too,” I replied. “You’re a wonderful lover. You deserve to experience this all the time—from your son.” When her muscles tightened, I soothingly stroked her back. “Don’t rush things and enjoy the journey to the end. Trust me when I tell you that he’s had feelings for you. You’re a sexy and alluring woman.”

After a few moments of silence, Mom rolled onto her back, raised her knees, and splayed her legs. “It’s time to show Angie the most intimate and joyful position for a mother and son. Come to Mommy, Sam,” she pleaded.

Angie rolled off me and lay on her side, watching me crawl between my mother’s legs, my stiff prick bobbing up and down, still coated with Angie’s cunt cream. Resting on my elbows, I kneaded Mom’s tits while she pulled my cock into her snug sheath. Our lovemaking was like a well-orchestrated play, knowing exactly what the other needed.

We stared into each other’s eyes as my cock slowly descended into my mother’s pussy, easily splitting apart her soft walls as I’d done so many times before. Mom groaned, “The first time your son’s cock enters your pussy is always the best. Relish in the feeling of your son returning to his origin.”

When my balls nestled against her soft ass, I remained buried and kissed her full, inviting lips. There was no need to describe the incredible amount of love we shared. After several minutes of intimate kissing, Mom explained, “The first time your son enters you, he’ll fuck you with unrestrained enthusiasm. Don’t try to direct him to do anything different—let him have his moment. Sam, show her.”

I pulled back and slammed in and then fucked her with wild abandon, smashing my pelvis into her covered clit, knocking the wind out of her with each stroke. She grunted and groaned, enjoying the frenetic fucking from her son. Her pussy clung and shivered, as mini-orgasms struck her. I sucked in a breath of air and pressed my head next to hers.

“Fuck, Mom,” I whispered into her ear. “I’m not going to last long. You’re such a hot fuck.”

“Just a bit longer, sweetie,” Mom replied, in a hushed tone. “Angie is your mother now. Call her that and treat her as you would me.”

My reply was a grunt, unable to continue talking, fearing I’d explode. She gently pushed on my chest, signaling me to move off of her. When I pulled out, an audible sucking noise escaped her pussy snapping shut.

Angie smiled widely when she gazed at my frothy, cum-covered cock, ready to feed her hungry hole. She replicated Mom’s position and when I was face-to-face with her, I gently kissed her and said, “Stick it in Mom, and allow your son to claim you.”

Her face lit up, living her illicit fantasy, and embedded my bloated head between her puffy labia. “I love you, Mom,” I croaked, pressing my lips onto hers. While we French kissed, I slowly eased into her tight channel. Her eyes twinkled with blissful joy, feeling her cunt fill up with hot, fleshy cock.

She moaned in my mouth as my spear gained ground in her tightly clasping pussy, an inch at a time. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me to her, smashing her breasts into my chest. When our groins nestled together, she croaked, “Fuck, that’s good. You’re right, Melissa. The feel of his cock stretching me the first time is fantastic.”

“It’s great for me, too, Mom,” I murmured. As I had done to Mom, I fucked her wildly, knocking the wind out of her. She panted and groaned, and within ten strokes, her pussy contracted and squeezed my cock, releasing a torrent of oily, pussy juice.

“I’m cumming already!” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe how good it feels. Keep fucking me!”

Mom leaned in close and softly spoke, “Encourage your son, Angie. Tell him what you’ve had bottled up for all these years. This is the time he needs to hear your hidden desires.”

“Do you like fucking Mommy? Does your fat cock feel good sliding in and out of your Mommy’s horny pussy?” Angie asked, her voice cracking with lust.

“You know I do, Mom,” I replied, plowing into her at a rapid rate. The sounds of our panting and flesh slapping together filled the room. “I love fucking your tight, juicy pussy. You’re so hot, Mom!” I exclaimed.

After another ten minutes of glorious humping, I gazed upon her bliss-filled face. She was in another world—one where her son was the one fucking her. Her head flopped side-to-side, her short hair swishing across her pretty face, momentarily covering it. Her joyful expression spurred me on to fuck her faster, escalating both of us to our orgasms.

“Harder,” she whimpered, humping her hips off the mattress.

Granting her wish, I gripped the top of her shoulders, flexed my hips, and slammed in until my spongy head banged against her cervix. Her eyes rolled to the top of her head as she wailed with carnal lust.

“Wrap your legs around him, Angie,” Mom yelled. “Pull yourself into him and swallow as much of his hard cock as you can.”

Obeying Mom’s instructions, Angie’s lithe, muscular legs wrapped around me and squeezed, her hips rising off the bed. Her body went into overdrive, her pussy convulsing with mini-orgasms, while her pelvis writhed and twisted around.

My balls tingled as my cockhead expanded, increasing the stimulation in Angie’s vibrating, quivering quim.

“I’m going to fill your womb with sperm, Mom,” I gasped. “Do you want my baby? Are you ready to be bred by your son?”

“Oh god, yes!” she screamed. “Fill me full. I’m ready to cum on my son’s cock. Fuck me hard!” Her fingernails dug into my flesh, pulling my mouth to hers. Our tongues danced while maintaining eye contact, staring into each other’s souls.

She bucked into me and paused, her body stiff as a board. Her eyes widened and her cunt walls narrowed as a major orgasm overtook her body. Her collapsing channel triggered my climax and when the first spurt of sperm-laden cum ejected from my tip, my bloated head was lodged against her cervix.

Her nails anchored into my back as her body came alive again, thrusting up and pulling me in deeply each time a blob of baby-batter painted her walls. We released our mouths, gasping for air, our breathing rate akin to a marathon runner completing a race.

Her groans and bliss-filled face filled me with a feeling of satisfaction, knowing the beautiful woman below me was experiencing the fantasy she had dreamed of for so long. Sloppy, sloshing noises overtook all other sounds as our groins slammed together, the large volume of mixed cum overflowing from her flooded pussy.

Her eyes stared deep into my eyes as we concluded, her mouth wide open but silent. Her cute brows furrowed and knowing what Mom would want at this point, I pressed my lips to hers, sealing our intimate connection. When her nails released me, her hands stroked my back as we gently kissed. I knew that the euphoric bliss displayed on her flushed face mirrored mine as endorphins flooded our systems.

Her hips dropped to the bed and when she began to unlock her legs, Mom stated, “Angie, hold him tightly and keep your pussy plugged. We wouldn’t want any more of his sperm to escape.”

She tightened her thighs and uttered, “God, that was fantastic. Thank you so much.”

“You were unbelievable,” I replied. “You’re a wonderful lover.”

“That was very erotic,” Mom said. “Your fears of not being good enough of a lover for your son are unwarranted. You’re more than ready to enjoy the same incestuous relationship Sam and I enjoy.”

“I hope so,” Angie replied, her voice lacking confidence. “He seems so distant at times and has never made an advance.”

After a few moments of silence, Mom rolled out of bed and dressed. Angie watched her and said, “Thanks so much for everything. I’d like to keep your son here forever, but he’s done his part and I’m grateful for it.”

Mom smiled and responded, “You can’t have him forever, but he will spend the night. I’ll pick him up in the morning. There is one other position that will increase the chances of pregnancy he can demonstrate to you later. One thing I can promise you—you won’t get much sleep tonight.”

“Whee!” Angie squealed in delight. “I can’t believe it. Thank you so much. I’ll take good care of him and don’t worry about my lack of sleep. He’s the one who’ll need to rest when he returns home tomorrow.”

“His wife would be upset if he didn’t come home exhausted,” Mom replied, giggling. “I’ll use the key you gave me to return in the morning and prepare breakfast. Enjoy, you two.”

After kissing us goodbye, she departed, leaving us to ourselves. After fifteen minutes, she lowered her legs and said, “All that fucking has made me hungry. How about if I fix dinner for you?”

“I have a better idea. Since I don’t have a car, would you mind driving us to a restaurant my mom and I like to dine at?” I asked.

“Wonderful,” she replied. “It’ll give me a chance to boost my confidence, appearing in public dressed as you and your Mom suggested.”

We shared a laugh when the shortest skirt she owned still covered her knees. “I guess I’ll need to buy some new clothes if I want to attract a man,” she stated.

“The more you showcase those beautiful legs, the better,” I replied, resulting in a broad smile from Angie.

After selecting a thin blouse that hugged her braless tits, she swiveled and modeled her outfit. “You’re absolutely stunning. Let’s present the new you to the world,” I proudly stated, anxious to make her night enjoyable.

When we arrived, I helped her out of the car and intertwined my arm with hers as we walked to the entrance of the restaurant where Lisa had previously worked. Angie’s perpetual smile reflected her delight in going out on a date, an experience I was certain she hadn’t enjoyed for decades.