Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help and making this a better story.
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Chapter 1 -- Dinner with Eva
I push the doorbell and hear, "Dingggggg, Dongggggg."
I am standing in front of Chloe's house. Chloe is the thirteen-year-old best friend of my thirteen-year-old sister Amy. I think they were born best friends back in the hospital where Eva, Chloe's mother, and mom met thirteen years ago. The two girls do everything together. Eva is helping the girls with their Halloween costumes. Mom would typically help, but she is helping her sister who fell and broke a hip. I had a choice and between watching over Amy or mom's sister. No contest.
The two girls, Chloe and Amy, alternate homes to play in after school. Today it's Chloe's house. At dinner time, I pick Amy up from Chloe's home. I really don't mind, I get to see Eva, my fantasy woman.
I am a lanky nineteen-year-old that is good looking and does well with the women. The local junior college is an excellent place to find hot women and attend school.
Eva looks like a Victoria Secret Angel. To say she is hot doesn't do her justice. She is medium height but has a full set of 32C breasts. These are the full and round kind; they almost look immune to gravity. She has spindly legs that lead up to a tiny bubble butt. Of course, she has long, straight platinum blonde hair and huge sparkling blue eyes. I am talking blue like you see on a magazine cover of the Caribbean.
She has a gorgeous smile on her face that makes me want to bend her over and fuck her right now. I don't, she is married. The guy is a real prick though, never liked him the few times I met him. The jerk is always overseas working several months at a time. How stupid can you be? Eventually, she will crack and take a lucky man. I want to be first in line.
Eva answers the door with a big smile and in a nurse's uniform. She isn't a nurse. The uniform is too small, it's straining to keep her breasts covered. Her breasts will pop out if she turns too quick. Fuck me, this is awesome. I strain to keep my eyes on hers. No way I want her thinking I am some pervert. Amy is behind her and has a half-finished costume. She must wear a t-shirt as only the bottom half is done.
Amy is near tears, "Mattttttttt, can I please stay until I am done? I need a costume for tomorrow."
Both Amy and Chloe say, "Pleaseeeeeeeee!"
I am firm, "Sorry kiddo, Eva has dinner to make and from the looks of Chloe, a lot of work to do still. You can wear last year's costume. Come on. Let's go."
Eva grabs my arm, a bolt of lightning shoots through my body, I tingle in excitement, and I am frozen.
Eva uses a breathy voice to ask, "Do you have a sewing machine? Can you use one?"
I am amazed that I can answer her, I trip over my tongue as I say, "Yes, I took home-economics, and mom taught me. I am best at straight lines. Forget about buttons and buttonholes. Why?"
Eva looks like a woman in lust, oh I wish she was.
Eva purrs as she tells me, "If you make dinner for all of us, I'll work through dinner, and then you can help sew the easy stuff. It will be fun." How can I say no? "I'll bring a bottle of wine ..."
I have seen enough Rom-Coms, "You had me at making dinner."
All three women hug me. I only remember the set of breasts in front of me, nearly smothering me. She has a shy look on her face as we stop the embrace.
With a higher-pitched voice than I would have liked, I say, "Give me forty minutes, and dinner will be ready. Cum when you want." Holy shit, did I just say that?
Eva smiles at me, "I will be coming ... over soon." My jaw drops.
Did she just say that to me? She giggles and pushes me back so she can close the door. I run home. Since mom did not expect to be gone, our meals were set for two adults, Chloe eats almost nothing, just like Amy. I usually cook as mom gets home after I do, so, I don't have to do anything different. I start my marinara. I can't stand jar spaghetti sauce, even as a base for a fixer-upper. No, I make my own sauce.
I start the water for the noodles, they will be here soon. Now I break open the partially baked bread. I cut it in half lengthwise and lather the inside with a combination of garlic, herbs, and butter. That goes in last. Now I can grate some fresh parmesan cheese. I made the meatballs earlier when I got home from school. I heat them up in the oven.
Now I go find mom's sewing machine and her sewing basket with the threads and needles. I am glad no woman can see me now. FUCK! That is precisely when Amy opens the door to let Chloe and Eva in. They see me with a sewing machine in my hands! Oh, so not manly.
Eva sees my embarrassment and says, "Oooooo, I like a domesticated man." Yeah, like she would have ever said that at any other time!
I start the bread, angel hair (how appropriate) noodles, and check on the meatballs. I almost dropped the whole sheet of meatballs when Eva looks over my shoulders as I am bending down and says, "I like the size of your balls. I mean your meat ... balls."
Thankfully she didn't say it loud enough for the girls to hear, they would have been teasing me all night. The last thing I needed was Amy saying in front of mom, "Hey Matt, I like the size of your balls." That would have been hard to explain.
With guests over, we eat in the dining room. I use our regular plates and silverware. Eva took two wine glasses, poured two large glasses of wine for the two of us. I serve the large bowl of pasta, sauce, a basket of garlic bread, and a large dish of my meatballs. The girls are served two glasses of milk. I have a small bowl of freshly shredded parmesan cheese. Everything was perfect and looked great.
They dig in, and I try not to stare at Eva's breasts. Her costume is gone, and she's wearing a halter top and very short shorts. That is almost mean, like she intentionally wanted to see what effect it is having on me. Ouch! I am nineteen, I have a boner all through dinner. Talk is about the costumes and what still needs to be done.
Dinner was amazing. Eva spilled sauce on her top and licked it off using her breasts as support. I almost shot my load under the table. Amy and Chloe go up to Amy's room to play, I clear the table. Eva looks terrific as she sets up the sewing machines and starts my thread and the first few stitches.
There is a lot of sewing to do for such small costumes. I can see why she wanted help. I was feeling great before, but after half a large glass of wine, the edge is off, and I am quite relaxed now. I can carry on a conversation with Eva finally.
Eva notices that I am at ease. She smiles at me; I smile back and have no idea why I am smiling at her.
Eva asks me, "Feeling good now?"
I snicker, "I don't drink. You gave me almost half a gallon of wine, yep, I've relaxed finally."
Now the questions start, "You've known me for almost fifteen years now, why do I make you so nervous?"
Oh shit, how the hell do I answer that and not sound like a pervert? Fortunately for me, the wine did all the work.
I smile as I say, "In case nobody broke the news to you. I'd say you are the most beautiful woman I have ever see. You ruin porn for me. Some would say yes, you're gorgeous, but you must be a bitch. However, I know for a fact; you are sweet just like most other moms. Except that you're much cuter. All the guys in the neighborhood know you are the ultimate MILF. A mother I would like to f... um, oh shit. Sorry."
Her head goes back, and she laughs hard at me. We both continue sewing while she talks.
Eva seems annoyed now, "Well, I hate to break the news to you. I'm nothing special. My husband would rather bang his secretary in London or Dubai than look at me. I'm old and have stretch marks."
I stop sewing, and I am much firmer than I intended, "I guarantee, you are a MILF every guy wants. You go into any bar; you are the hottest woman there. I don't know what went wrong with your husband, but I can tell you that you are one hot woman."
Wow, I had no idea that wine is a truth serum. No way I would ever say any of that. I continue sewing. I see tears in her eyes. Shit, I made her cry. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut.
Eva is having none of that, "What part of my body do you like best?"
Is this really happening? I am nineteen, sewing, and my sister's friend's hot mom is asking me about her body? Does it get any better?
I tease her, "O, come on. You're just fishing for compliments now. You KNOW that your breasts are fucking amazing. Look at them. They stand out, no-sag, and they are round like large cantaloupes. They don't just hang on your body; they are rounded and standoff your body perfectly like a supermodel. On your thin body, it doesn't get any better than that. Next is your tiny ass. Oh my, it's hard to look at it and not rub my hands all over you.
"Then, there's your torso. Girls my age are thin, like super almost sickly thin. They have no curves. You are rounded, and that is why older women are so desirable. I think if you look, men are watching. Your husband. He is a dumb ass."
I get to thinking and then ask, "Where are those terrible stretch marks that are the bane of your existence? I don't see anything."
Still tearing, Eva stops, stands up, then pulls her tank top up higher to the bottom of her breast and her shorts down lower. I almost filled my pants with my ejaculation. I look over, and I don't see anything that stands out.
I look at her, pleadingly, "Where?"
She points at some thin faint silvery lines in her skin.
I shrug my shoulders, "That all? I was expecting something like Alien to jump out of you."
She laughs and then calls the girls down. They both try on the outfits and are singing some song that I guess goes with the costumes.
Eva says, "Ok, take off your costume Amy, hang it up. Bedtime for you, it's late."