Mom turned fully toward me when she saw me approaching through the crowd, her face lighting up with that warm, proud smile she always had for me.
"Robbie!" she called again, reaching out and pulling me in without hesitation. "Come here, let me look at you."
Before I could say anything, she wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. My face pressed right into the soft swell of her breasts, the silk of her red qipao cool against my cheeks but giving way to warm skin where the front cut opened.
The high mandarin collar framed her neck elegantly, but just below it the dress had a deep diamond-shaped cutout that exposed the pale, smooth skin of her upper chest and the beginning of her deep cleavage.
My nose brushed the bare valley between her tits, the creamy tops rising and falling with her breath, so full and heavy that they pushed against my face from both sides. The faint scent of her perfume mixed with the natural warmth of her skin filled my lungs, and I felt my cock twitch hard in my pants again.
I hugged her back out of habit, placing my hands casually on her lower back. Even through the silk I could feel how impossibly thin her waist still was, narrow and firm in a way that didn't make sense for a woman in her forties who had given birth to three children. Her body curved out from there into wide hips that the qipao hugged tightly, accentuating every line.
We stayed like that for a few long seconds before she finally stepped back, hands still resting on my shoulders as she looked me up and down.
"You look so handsome tonight." she said, eyes sparkling. "Just like your dad when he was young."
The mention of Dad caught me off guard. She rarely talked about him and even with us kids it was always brief, careful. Her expression softened for a moment, a little wistful, like she was seeing someone else standing there instead of me. "You know… he proposed to me at a party just like this one. It was also New Year's Eve, everyone dancing, fireworks outside. He pulled me aside and got down on one knee right in the middle of all the noise."
Her voice had gone quiet, almost tender, and I could see the old ache flicker behind her eyes. She must have loved him so much even after he left, even after everything. It made my chest tighten in a way I didn't expect.
I cleared my throat to change the mood.
"So… who were you talking to?" I asked, nodding toward the two women standing just behind her.
Mom turned, smiling again. "Oh, these are my friends—Alexa and Katherine."
I looked at them properly for the first time. Both women were around Mom's age, late thirties to early forties, with that same mature confidence that made them stand out in the room. They had dressed to impress, each in her own stunning way.
Alexa had shoulder-length auburn hair swept to one side, and she wore a black velvet dress with a corset-style bodice that gathered her waist dramatically and pushed her heavy breasts up into perfect round swells. The neckline was sweetheart-shaped, low enough to show the tops of her areolas peeking just above the edge when she breathed. The skirt flared out into a short A-line that ended mid-thigh, revealing toned legs and black strappy heels. Every time she shifted her weight, the velvet clung and shifted over her curves, highlighting the soft jiggle of her chest.
Katherine stood beside her, taller, with long blonde hair pinned up in a loose updo that let a few strands fall around her face. Her dress was emerald green satin, sleeveless and backless, the fabric draping low across her back almost to the dimples above her ass. The front had a halter neck that left her shoulders bare and framed her large breasts, the satin clinging so tightly that the outline of her nipples was visible through the thin material. The dress was floor-length but had a thigh-high slit on one side that parted with every step, showing long, smooth legs and the curve of her hip. When she laughed at something Alexa said, her breasts bounced noticeably under the satin.
Mom introduced me. "Girls, this is my Robbie. All grown up now."
Alexa's eyes lit up. "Oh my god, look at him. He became such a big boy now."
Katherine leaned in a little, smiling wickedly. "Yeah, last time I saw him he was still a baby sucking on Elena's nipples. Time really flies, doesn't it?"
My face went instantly hot. I stared at the floor, wishing I could disappear. Mom rolled her eyes and swatted Katherine's arm lightly. "Oh, you two. Stop teasing my boy. He's still a kid to me, no matter how much big he gets."
Katherine giggled, looking me up and down. "Yeah, but he's going to be such a fine man. Look at those shoulders. Girls are going to be all over you tonight, Robbie."
Everyone laughed and I just stood there, cheeks burning, trying to smile like it didn't bother me.
Mom turned back to me, tilting her head. "Speaking of girls… where are your sisters? These two take forever to doll up."
"Sofia's ready," I said quickly. "She came downstairs with me a minute ago."
"Good. At least one of them is on time." Mom sighed dramatically. "Can you go look for Bella? Guests have already arrived and she's still in her room. Tell her to hurry up or I'm coming up there myself."
I didn't want to go. Bella's room was the last place I wanted to be right now. "Okay. I'll get her."
Mom squeezed my arm affectionately before turning back to her friends. I slipped away from the group, weaving through the growing crowd of people chatting, dancing, and refilling drinks. The music had gotten a little louder, the lights dimmed slightly, and the air smelled like perfume and alcohol.
I headed up the stairs with a sigh, the music from the living room fading a little behind me as I climbed, the wooden steps creaking under my feet. The hallway upstairs was quieter, the party noise muffled like a distant hum, and the air felt cooler away from the crowd.
As I reached the top and turned the corner, I noticed someone standing in the hallway just outside Bella's room door. She was leaning against the wall, one foot tapping nervously, fingers twisting together in front of her like she was anxious or waiting for something bad to happen. Getting closer, I recognized her—it was Lara, Bella's best friend. She looked up when she heard my footsteps, pushing off the wall quickly, her posture straightening like she'd been caught doing something wrong.
To be continued…
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