"Mom..." I pushed open the door to Mom's room slowly, not sure what I would find.
The familiar scent of her perfume hit me first — soft, floral, and comforting. She was sitting in front of her mirror, carefully setting her long black hair. She was wearing only a black lace bra and a pair of tight black jeans that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs like they were painted on. The sight stopped me in my tracks for a second.
Her back was smooth and elegant, the gentle curve of her waist leading down to the flare of her ass. The black jeans stretched tightly over her full, rounded cheeks, the fabric pulling slightly as she shifted in the chair.
Her massive breasts were barely contained by the lace bra, the heavy, overflowing globes spilling over the cups, creating deep, soft cleavage that jiggled slightly with every small movement of her arms as she brushed her hair. The bra straps dug gently into her pale shoulders, and I could see the faint red lines they left on her skin.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall, shiny and smooth, brushing against the middle of her back.
She looked so beautiful and mature, like a woman who knew exactly how desirable she was but still carried herself with that casual, motherly grace. The way her heavy tits moved when she raised her arms to fix her hair, the soft sway of her ass when she adjusted her posture in the chair, it all made my throat feel dry.
"Mom… are you going somewhere?" I asked, trying to keep my voice normal.
Mom turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. She gave me that warm, loving smile she always had for me. "Robbie? When did you come back from Sofia's?"
"I came in the morning. I was in my room. It's only been a few hours," I replied, stepping a little further into the room.
She turned back to the mirror and continued fixing her hair. "I'm going to meet some friends. It's been a while since I went out."
Her massive breasts jiggled noticeably as she moved, the black lace struggling to contain them. The jeans hugged her ass so perfectly that I could see the outline of her panties underneath. She stood up, and her tits bounced heavily with the motion, the soft, heavy orbs swaying as she reached for a designer top. She slipped it on, the fabric stretching across her chest, the deep neckline showing a generous amount of cleavage.
Mom smiled softly, her massive breasts jiggling slightly as she walked around in the room. "And how is Simon? Is he taking good care of our Sophia?"
"Yeah, he's fine. Works hard. He even brought steak for dinner yesterday," I said, watching her top that stretched tightly across her chest making futile attempt to contain them there.
Mom laughed lightly, the sound soft and melodic. "Steak? Lucky you. Bella has been complaining about my cooking lately. Maybe I should cook it too."
I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere. I kept wondering where she was really going. The way she was dressing up, the perfume, the way she was acting, it didn't feel like she was just meeting friends.
She picked up her handbag and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Don't wait up for me, okay? I might be a little late."
Then she left.
I stood at the window and watched her walk out of the house. My mind was racing. She's going to Max's house. I know it. But I still want to see it for myself. The doubt was eating at me. I grabbed my jacket and quietly followed her, keeping a safe distance.
The trip to the mall was uneventful. I stayed far behind, heart pounding every time she turned a corner. She looked like she was looking for something specific, walking with purpose through the crowded halls. Eventually, she stopped in front of a small shop tucked in a quiet corner.
My eyes widened in shock as I saw the sign of an adult toys shop.
She hesitated for a second at the entrance, looking around nervously, then stepped inside.
I waited outside, heart hammering, unable to follow her in without being seen. The minutes felt like hours. When she finally came out, she had a small, discreet bag in her hand. She looked a little flustered but kept walking.
I continued following her. Eventually, she reached a familiar big, rich house, Max's place.
I stopped at the corner, staring at the house as Mom walked up to the door and rang the bell. She was let in quickly. The door closed behind her.
I stood there for a long time, my mind reeling. She lied to me. She's really here with Max again. The images from New Year's night flooded back, her on all fours, moaning, taking their cocks, the creampie. The jealousy and arousal mixed together in a sick, heavy feeling in my chest.
Suddenly, a hand landed on my shoulder from behind.
"Rob?"
I jumped, heart nearly exploding in my chest. I turned around to see Ethan standing there, looking surprised.
"Woah, what happened, man? You look like you saw a ghost," Ethan said, raising his hands in surrender.
I took a long, shaky breath, trying to calm down. "What the fuck bro."
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Why are you standing outside? Did you come to meet Max?"
I stuttered, trying to come up with something. "Yeah… I just… um, yeah."
Ethan smiled and put his hand over my shoulders, guiding me toward the house. "Then why were you just standing here for? Let's go in."
We walked toward the front door together. My mind was spinning. I had no idea what I was walking into.
To be continued...
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