Chapter 1

At 53, Mary wasn’t your average older woman. She stood 5’6” with a blonde bob haircut and striking blue eyes, looking undeniably cute with a fit, curvy figure that was rare for her age. She had more curves and meat on her than most of the chicks Lester dated back in his junior year, and now he was with her daughter, Diane. He and Diane met at the same university and clicked hard just a month before they graduated.

After that, they started introducing each other to their parents, making things official on both sides. Diane often drag Lester to her parents’ house whenever she wanted to visit. Lester and her parents, especially her mom, Mary, hit it off right away. They were into the same stuff like funny movies, dark humor, and even silly jokes, laughing together over corny punchlines despite how ridiculous they were.

Diane couldn’t wrap her head around how fast her mom and her boyfriend got so close, like they’d been pals forever. She’d smile or even crack up when they started tossing jokes back and forth or roped in her dad, Robert, who was usually glued to wrestling matches on TV but would jump in and roll with the joke making the house filled with giggles and loud laughter.

One sunny morning, Lester stopped by his girlfriend’s parents’ house, carrying a box of cookies Diane had baked. She’d asked him to drop them off to make up for not visiting in over a month, as both of them had been swamped with work. Unfortunately, Diane couldn’t come along because of an important client meeting, so Lester went alone.

He walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, waiting a few seconds. When no one answered, he tried the knob and was surprised to find the door unlocked. Stepping inside, he headed to the kitchen, noticing how eerily quiet the house was. He called out for Mary or Robert a couple of times but got no response. At first, he figured they might be out, but then he remembered the unlocked door, which made that seem unlikely.

He set the cookies on the kitchen table and started walking back toward the front door. Halfway there, he glanced up and saw Mary coming down the stairs. She looked like she’d just stepped out of the shower her hair was dripping wet, a bit of soap clung to her ear, and she had a white towel wrapped tightly around her curvy figure tucked at her chest to keep it in place.

Lester’s eyes couldn’t help but roam over Mary’s current state, making him swallow a lump that had formed in his throat the moment he saw her.

“Oh, Lester, it’s just you ... I wondered who was ringing the doorbell. I was in the middle of my shower,” Mary said, carefully stepping toward him. “It’s been a while since you and my daughter visited,” she continued, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

“We’ve been swamped ... but I came to drop off the cookies Diane made,” Lester managed to say, the words stumbling out after what felt like forever, as his girlfriend’s mother hugged him, her body wrapped only in a towel, her soft breasts pressing against his chest through the thin fabric. The sweet scent of her coconut shampoo filled his nose, lingering in the air. They eased out of the hug a moment later.

“Always so busy, or is it just some excuse to dodge me ... maybe you two are sick of seeing me?” Mary teased, giving an exaggerated pout with no real bite in her voice. Lester grinned, shaking his head. “No way. We missed you so much, that’s why I brought over those cookies Diane made ... they’re on the kitchen table.”

“Really now?” Mary’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Yeah, but Diane couldn’t make it she’s stuck in a client meeting,” Lester added, shrugging. “Alright, hang out here for a bit. I’ll finish my shower and meet you in the living room,” Mary said, turning to head upstairs, her towel clinging to her curves as her hips swayed with each step. “We’ve got some catching up to do, and don’t you dare sneak off!” she called out, her voice playful but firm as she disappeared up the stairs.

Lester strolled into the living room, a crooked smile tugging at his lips as he sank into the plush couch. He stretched his arms wide, letting them drape over the backrest, and leaned back. His mind replayed her teasing sway, and he shook his head, chuckling softly to himself as he reached for the TV remote, trying to distract himself from the unexpected heat of the moment.

As Lester waited for Mary to come down, he messed with the remote, turning on the TV. He planned to find a new movie, but a wrestling match on the screen grabbed his attention, the fighters locked in a rough, intense clash that kept his eyes glued.

A few minutes later, he heard steady footsteps thumping down the stairs. When he glanced over, he saw Mary step into view, wearing a thin yellow dress that clung to her body. She headed toward the kitchen, her hips swaying. Lester yanked his gaze back to the TV, but the image of his girlfriend’s mom in that dress, its fabric accentuating her full breasts and curvy hips, made his head spin.

Lester had always thought Mary was gorgeous, the kind of woman people now call a “MILF.” Truth was, he had a secret crush on her, but he tried hard to hide any sign that he was into his girlfriend’s mom. He felt jealous of her husband, Robert, imagining him getting to kiss her, touch her breasts, and do all the things Lester fantasized about doing if he were in Robert’s place.

Mary opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of chilled beers, their bottles clinking softly as she set them on the counter. She reached for two tall glasses from the cabinet, then scooped up the box of cookies Diane had made from the kitchen table. With the beers tucked under one arm, the glasses in one hand, and the cookie box cradled in the other, she carefully made her way toward the living room, her steps deliberate to keep everything balanced.

Lester, still seated on the sofa with the wrestling match blaring on the TV, caught sight of Mary out of the corner of his eye. Noticing her struggle to manage the beers, glasses, and cookies without dropping anything, he sprang to his feet “Damn, Mary, you should’ve hollered for help!” he said with a grin, quickly taking the glasses and cookie box from her hands to lighten her load.

Mary chuckled, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “Oh, I had it under control ... mostly,” she teased, her laughter infectious. Lester couldn’t help but chuckle too, shaking his head as they set everything down on the coffee table in the living room.

“Seriously? It’s way too early to be getting plastered,” Lester chuckled, dropping back onto the couch. Mary brushed some hair off her face as she settled next to him, laughing. “Oh, come on, don’t give me that crap. The last time we had a drink was Robert’s birthday two months ago. I’ve missed this, Lester, so stop whining, or I’ll think you’re really sick of my ass,” she teased, her tone playful with a hint of sass. Lester shook his head, grinning. Mary flipped open the cookie box, grabbed one, and took a bite.

“Mmm, these are damn good. Didn’t know Diane picked up my baking skills,” Mary said, savoring the chocolatey flavor. Lester snagged a cookie too, nodding, but in his mind, he was stuck on one thing his girlfriend didn’t inherit from her mom those tits

They spent the afternoon sipping beers, swapping random stories about the past few months, and tossing out silly questions that had them both cracking up the wrestling on TV long forgotten. “So, any word on you two tying the knot?” Mary asked, raising her brows, her face a bit flushed from the beers they’d been downing for the last hour and a half. Lester paused for a second before answering. “We haven’t really thought it through. It’s not that we don’t want to, but Diane and I want things to be just right before we get married and start popping out kids,” he said, nursing his beer. “Plus, we’re still having fun, you know? Once you’ve got a family, it’s all work and kid stuff.”

Mary nodded, smiling. “I’m glad you’re not rushing. You’re right enjoy the hell out of it while you can,” she said, taking a swig of her beer. “My one regret? Jumping in too fast. Too eager to get laid,” she said, bursting into laughter. Lester laughed hard too.

“I should’ve waited for the right moment and had some fun with a few different ... options,” she added with a smirk, making them both lose it again. “You’re unbelievable,” Lester said, barely getting the words out through his chuckles.

“I mean it, though,” Mary said, still grinning. “But honestly, I’m happy with how things turned out marrying Robert, having Diane. Still, if I could go back, I’d probably do exactly what I said.” She laughed, popping the last piece of cookie into her mouth.

“Different options? You mean a man or—?” Lester asked, flashing Mary a sly grin. She burst out laughing. “Oh, come on, you weren’t born yesterday. You know damn well what I meant!” Mary leaned down and, in a bold move, squeezed his dick through his pants. “This,” she giggled, pulling her hand back. Lester froze, his brain short-circuiting as he processed what just happened. But he couldn’t lie it sent a shiver down his spine.