Chapter 1

Mary had always been a very loving mother to Jake, a tall, gangly boy with sandy blonde hair and a penchant for daydreaming. From the moment he was born, she had doted on him with all the tenderness and devotion she could muster.

Even when Jake was a rebellious teenager, prone to getting into trouble and pushing boundaries, Mary never wavered in her love. She would stay up late at night, worrying and praying for his safety, waiting anxiously for him to come home. And when he did, she would embrace him tightly and tell him she loved him.

From the time Jake was a child until now, at 18 years old, Mary never hesitated to spoil him and fulfill his every wish.

Mary had always been a stunning woman, with her long blonde hair falling in gentle waves and her piercing blue eyes that seemed to captivate anyone who looked into them. Standing tall at 5’9”, she was as tall as her son Jake, but where he was lanky and awkward, she was graceful and poised.

Mary exuded a mature and feminine charm with her perfectly placed curves. Her hourglass figure gave her an air of motherly appeal that drew people in. While she did have a shapely rear, it often went unnoticed due to the attention-grabbing size of her ample bosom which gave her a classic P-shaped body.

But it wasn’t just Mary’s physical appearance that drew people to her. It was the warmth and kindness that radiated from within her. Her gentle smile could light up a room, and her compassion knew no bounds.

In her teenage years, Mary was a breathtaking young woman with captivating curves. Despite not having as large a bust as it is now, her alluring E cup still captivated many admirers. One such admirer was Tony Greyson- Jake’s 40-year-old father and a billionaire in his own right. Coming from a long line of old money, Tony had inherited his vast fortune from a distant uncle who had no other heirs. However, even with his immense inherited wealth, Tony was relentless in his pursuit for more. Using his sharp business acumen and strategic investments, he turned his inherited billions into tens of billions, solidifying his place among the elite class.

At just eighteen years old, he tied the knot with Mary and welcomed their son Jake into the world a year later.

Tony’s death was a shock that rippled through the Grayson household, leaving Mary and her son Jake in deep mourning. One rainy evening, as Mary sat alone in the quiet of their home, she reflected on the man who had been her husband and Jake’s father. The news had been almost too sudden to absorb—a storm, a malfunction, and then Tony was gone, leaving them with a vast fortune that she had little experience managing. She was now the guardian of not only Jake’s upbringing but also the weight of Tony’s empire, a role that felt alien to her.

Mary’s gentle nature and open heart had never prepared her for business. Her days had been devoted to Jake and to the warmth of her family, and she found herself struggling under the pressure of her new responsibilities. With her tall, curvaceous figure and striking blue eyes, she drew plenty of attention—but those who saw her beauty rarely imagined the weight she now carried.

It wasn’t long before Mary’s inexperience led to her first slip. A persuasive “business partner” managed to talk her into funding an extravagant pet fashion line. With excitement and good intentions, she had signed away a substantial amount, picturing fashionable little coats and hats that would delight pet lovers. What she hadn’t anticipated was that the scheme was more flash than substance, leaving her with warehouses full of colorful pet accessories and a very sheepish smile whenever anyone asked about it.

Just as Mary began to feel truly overwhelmed, Cassandra reappeared in her life. Tony’s former secretary, Cassandra was a striking woman herself, with deep green eyes and an effortless elegance that seemed to command any room she entered. At 5’11”, she stood just a bit taller than Mary, and her figure was every bit as generous in all the right places, her full curves rivaling Mary’s own. While Mary’s chest was a centerpiece of her soft, nurturing beauty, Cassandra’s full but slightly smaller figure was framed with the same allure and strength she carried in her presence.

When Cassandra arrived, it was as if a wave of calm washed over the household. She immediately stepped in to help Mary unravel the pet fashion debacle, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she gently advised her to be cautious with new ventures. Cassandra’s understanding of the business world was precise, and it soon became clear to everyone that, while Mary was the family’s manager in title, it was Cassandra’s steady hand that steered the ship.

In those early days, Cassandra brought stability that Mary so desperately needed. She was an intelligent and composed presence, contrasting with Mary’s warmth and naivety. While it would have been easy for Cassandra to exploit Mary’s trusting nature, she never did; her loyalty to Tony’s family was absolute, and she held their best interests at heart.

Mary, for her part, was grateful for Cassandra’s help and trusted her completely, despite Cassandra’s sharper, more businesslike aura. Though they shared a similar captivating beauty, their personalities were worlds apart, each bringing a different kind of strength to Jake’s life. Together, they formed an unspoken partnership, each woman filling a vital role in guiding Jake and preserving Tony’s legacy.

Even when Jake was just ten years old, Mary’s trusting nature and boundless affection made it easy for him to coax her into doing just about anything. One sunny afternoon, young Jake had set his sights on a rather ambitious goal: convincing his mother to let him have two whole tubs of chocolate ice cream. He knew Mary was a pushover where he was concerned, especially when he flashed his best “innocent smile” and a twinkle in his blue eyes that matched hers.

“Mom,” he’d said, tugging gently at the hem of her blouse as she looked down at him with her usual adoring smile, her hand resting on his shoulder. “I’ve been really good with my homework lately, haven’t I? Don’t I deserve a reward?”

Mary, her heart melting, hadn’t noticed that his “good behavior” consisted of barely finishing his assignments. “Oh, sweetheart, you absolutely do,” she’d said, her voice filled with pride. “You’re such a good boy. Let’s get you that ice cream.”

Not one to do things halfway, Mary ended up filling two bowls full of ice cream for Jake, watching with unfiltered delight as he polished them off with enthusiasm. Later, she’d caught on to his antics, only to laugh and ruffle his hair, saying, “You’re a clever one, Jake. You’re lucky I love you so much!”

But even now, at eighteen, Jake hadn’t quite outgrown his knack for getting his way with his mother. Whenever he wanted a night out or something indulgent, he’d turn on the charm, teasing her in the same playful tone he’d used since he was a child. “Mom, you trust me, right? Just this once?” he’d ask, knowing that her resolve melted in the face of his mischievous grin and pleading eyes.

Mary, too soft-hearted to deny him, would often find herself giving in with a resigned but loving smile. She knew, on some level, that Jake was still taking advantage of her gentle nature. But deep down, she didn’t mind. He was her only son, after all, and she’d always been happiest when he was happy—even if that meant indulging him a little too much.

By the time Jake was seventeen, he had grown into a confident young man who had mastered the art of charming both his mother and Cassandra, each in her own way. He knew that Cassandra was far from naïve; she was sharp-eyed and always on top of things. But Jake had a knack for sensing the small chink in her armor—a soft spot she seemed to reserve just for him, though she tried not to let it show.

One weekend, Jake had his heart set on borrowing one of the sports cars from his late father’s collection. He knew Mary would never approve on her own, but Cassandra? She could be persuaded, with the right approach.