I'm Derek and had seen a high school crush the other day. But it wasn't a girl I went to school with, it was her mother. I saw her at TJ Maxx purchasing some pantyhose.
Her name is Mary, but I called her Mrs. Cote. She was about 5'5" in heels and was pushing mid to late 50's at this point. She was wearing a brides maids type dress that squeezed her large breasts together making them pour out and created some never ending cleavage. Her daughter Jessica, who I dated in high school, was getting married to her college boyfriend and she was dressed for the occasion.
Her face was aged a bit with crows feet around the eyes, rosy plump cheeks, and a double chin. She had a toothy smile and a pointy upturned nose. Thin lips and she was fairly pale with blue eyes.
She gave me a hug after our exchange and handed me her realtor card. She mentioned to contact her if I was ever in the market for a new house. I watched her sway her maternal hips left to right as she clanked her heels towards the register.
I remembered where Mrs. Cote lived when I was dating her daughter so I decided to stop by her house that night after the wedding. I was peeping in her window at night and noticed that Mr. Cote wasn't there. It was just her in the master bedroom peeling that skin tight wedding dress off her ample bosom and dimple covered buttocks. Then she began pulling her pantyhose down her thick thighs. I started jerking off as she stood there in front of the full length mirror with just her bra and granny panties on. After seeing her in the window, I knew I had to see her in person again,
I made an appointment with Mrs. Cote that following Sunday for a private showing of a house only a couple miles from where I lived. I waited in the driveway for a few minutes and then received Mrs. Cote's text saying she was running a little late after her spin class.
While I was waiting I flashbacked to 15 years ago when I was in high school she was about 250 lbs and was big all over, but still had a pretty face. I would always sneak a glance down her blouse whenever she came to watch her daughters soccer games. I'd grab the bleacher seats directly behind her to get the best view and then go home to beat off to her voluptuous image that same night. Since then, she had to have lost at least 50 pounds mostly around the midsection and arms and kept most of her weight in the top and bottom areas.
Mrs. Cote finally pulled into the driveway in a fairly beat up Chrysler caravan. She had her grayish light brown hair up in a clip. She was wearing see through black capri leggings that went down to her mid calf and sandals that had a small heel to them. Her black v-neck T-shirt was tight, but only showed the top of her cleavage. Even with a bra her tits were still hanging down to almost her stomach. Her glasses were round and gold framed which hung off the top of her cleavage.
She seemed frazzled. "Sorry I'm late! I just got out of my spin class and didn't even have time to take a shower. I probably smell horrible!"
"No worries. You're fine!" I said in a reassuring tone as I followed her into the house. I could tell she used a generous amount of perfume and lotion to disguise any body odor from her workout.
We caught up with our lives while she gave me the tour of the coloniel style house. Her husband apparently had cheated on her a year or so ago and she found out. It was with a women on Ashley Madison and she was thin, blonde, and was much younger than Mrs. Cote. His mistress had D cup tits that he bought for her and when she divorced him, she began working out to shed some pounds which was noticeable.
I congratulated her on the weight loss and she replied, "I'm nowhere near the weight I want to be."
"If you ask me it's all in the right places."
"Oh stop it, Derek!" As she slapped my arm in a playful way.
We went to the kitchen next, which she had staged with cookies out on a platter. It smelled like apple pie from the plug in air freshener making it feel homey.
Mrs. Cote noticed me taking in the aroma. "I probably should have made it a beer smell to grab your attention haha." She giggled.
She kept bending over to show me the lower drawers in the kitchen and I could see the outline of her panties riding up into her deep asscrack.
After Mrs. Cote finished the tour of the house she could tell I wasn't interested. She sat on the couch and her boobs would not stop jiggling and the cushions sank in a bit. I sat right next to her as she proceeded to cross her legs towards me which was a good sign.
"Be honest are you even looking for a new home?"
"Well...no I'm not." I scrunched my face trying to be cute.
"So why are we even here then?" She seemed annoyed.
"To be honest, I saw you at TJ Maxx and I wanted to see...those again." I looked down at her heaving chest.
"See what again? My tits?"
"Yes?" I gently grabbed her shoulders to spin her around. And...that." I pointed at her massive wobbly ass cheeks.
"And my big ass?"
"You're a hot piece of ass, Mrs. Cote. A MILF that needs to realize her body is perfect the way it is."
"Oh shut up. My husband left me for a toothpick. You guys dont find bigger women attractive."
"So you're not going to buy the house?" She reconfirmed, as she started walking towards the door.
I quickly responded, "It depends...do you come with the closing?"
"If I said yes, would you put in an offer?"
"Yes I would."
She cackled, "you're kidding, right?"
"Mrs. Cote, I'd even take just an hour of having my way with you."
She was shocked, but didn't seem offended. "I'm sorry, hun. I'm flattered, but I can't. It would be too weird since you dated my daughter."
I wasn't actually going to put an offer on the house, but was curious how she'd respond.
As we stood there processing this indecent proposal, I noticed her tights had white crusted stains that traveled down her thigh. It looked like glue that dripped down and dissolved. Her upper chest and cleavage was also glistening which appeared to be from a fresh coat of jizz. I immediately called her out on it.
"You didn't just come from spin did you? You gave some lucky guy a tug job."
"What?! No! Why would do you think that?"
"You clearly have cum stains on those leggings from when this stranger came on your tits which drizzled down to your thighs. So who is this guy?"
"Ok fine! It's my daughters new father in-law and I feel just awful. This affair started a week ago when he came to my hotel room the night of the wedding looking to have a night cap. I was alone and figured I'd take him up on it. We had a few drinks, some laughs and...well...you know the rest. Can you keep a secret?"
