A Mother And Daughter Story

I divorced my wife, Elena, 2 years ago, after being married for 24 years. She used to be the love of my life. Elena was pretty, smart, funny, and a good partner in bed. Her only problem was her addiction to gambling.

I recall the first time I found out about it. It was 5 years after the wedding. Elena claimed she needed $5,000. When I asked her why, she gave a vague answer. I loved her and refused to think too much about it. I approved.

Two years later, one evening she returned home crying and begged me for $8300. I said, "Honey, if it's for something important, of course it's OK. What is it for?"

"A month ago, a guy came home to fix our broken air-conditioner. I forgot to send the bill and now they ask for a payment and 20% extra for not paying on time."

"Let me talk to them, and I'll sort it out."

"Please, Chuck, it was my fault. Let's just pay it and get it over with." Elena was so distraught that I gave her the money and let it go.

When a year later, she asked for $6800 without giving a good explanation, I got suspicious. I bought on Amazon a GPS vehicle tracking device and followed my wife's Toyota's routes. Ignoring her workplace and the health center, the most frequently visited place was... the casino. I had never heard from Elena that she was interested in going there! Most Tuesdays and Thursdays afternoons, she was there for about 2.5 hours, ensuring she was already home by the time I returned from work.

I was furious. Not so much about the lost money, but the fact that she lied and hid from me part of her life. I confronted Elena, and she started crying. She apologized and claimed she got hooked on gambling by her work's best friend. She promised to quit.

I continued tracking Elena's movements, and for a month her car did not go to the casino. I was happy and forgave her. After all, we are only human, and as such, commit mistakes in life...

Three months later, she came home late with her hair disheveled and said, "Honey, I screwed up. My friend celebrated her birthday at the casino and pleaded with me to join. I couldn't resist and put some money on Blackjack. I lost $1,800..."

It became clear Elena had a gambling problem. I told her she needed treatment. She vowed to never do it again, but declined to seek help. I blurted, "I love you, but that is the last time I let YOU take care of your addiction. If it happens again, I'll take you myself to a psychiatrist." She agreed.

For the next 2 years, I noticed several hundred dollars at a time disappear from our account without a clear destination, but the GPS did not show her being at the casino. I decided to change tactic and follow Elena myself the next Tuesday. I took a day off, and followed her to work. She was there until 1:30 pm. Then she exited the office with another young lady. Together they entered a Honda, and drove to the casino. I waited for them to be inside and entered the place. I've never been to the casino before, and it took me 15 minutes to see them at one of the crowded Blackjack tables. I shot a picture of the two women with my phone and drove back. When Elena returned, she was surprised to see me at home.

I inquired, "Where have you been?"

She chuckled, "Barbara and I went shopping. There was a sale at Nordstrom. I was a good girl and didn't buy anything, saving us money."

I didn't talk, just showed her the picture I took in the casino. Her face turned pale, and she stared at me speechless. I said, "You get professional treatment right now, or I am out the door." She sighed, "You are right. I'll do it."

To cut the story short, Elena saw 2 different psychiatrists and underwent a series of consultations. She even tried anti-opioid medications, but eventually went back to her bad habit. As time progressed, I lost the joy of our first years of marriage, our sex life deteriorated, the tension was always in the air, and I frequently caught her lying to me. Feeling bad about her and about the whole situation, I didn't see another option and divorced her. Fortunately, we didn't have children. We divided our wealth in half, and I moved to another suburb to restart my life again.

...

I was now 48 years old, living in a new neighborhood, not knowing anybody in that area. I still had a couple of friends, but neither lived nearby. My plan was first to meet my new neighbors and then slowly adjust to the new place.

I pushed the idea of meeting a potential mate to a later date. I wasn't very young, but at 6'1", 188 pounds of mostly muscle due to physical work as a supervisor at a medium size landscape company, I hoped to find a good lady to share my life with.

On the evening of the second day in my new house, I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened and saw a middle aged woman, about 5'4", 130 pounds, with wavy, shoulder length brown hair. I liked her face, especially because she flashed a nice smile.

She introduced herself, "Hi, my name is Loretta, and we are neighbors. I brought you an apple pie, hoping you'd like it."

I took it from her hands and mumbled, "Nice to meet you ma'am. I am Chuck. I am not used to getting homecoming presents... May I offer you something? Coffee? Tea? Wine?"

Through the open door, Loretta could see that the house was a big mess and she declined, saying, "Chuck, thanks, but not now. I see you are still working on organizing your stuff, so perhaps some other time. However, if you wish me to help you with something, or you are in the mood for a coffee at MY house, do not hesitate, but call first to verify I am home." She smiled again and left.

I stood with the apple pie in my hand and glanced at her as she walked back to her house. She wore a pair of old jeans and a simple blouse. She looked good.

Later that evening, I ordered pizza and ended dinner with a piece of the pie. It was fresh and tasty. I gazed through my window at Loretta's house. It was smaller than mine, with a neat grassy yard and a shady corner with 2 lounge chairs. I haven't seen anybody else, and had no clue if she had a husband or children.

In the following 2 afternoons, I organized the house to my liking. Well, what I mean is, that it was comfortable for my modest needs. The plumbing was working, and it had a comfortable bed, fridge, microwave, and TV. there were no curtains, carpets, or pictures on the wall, but these I'd take care of later.

In the next 2 days, I saw my other neighbors strolling along our street. They were in their 70s. We introduced ourselves, and then each one went his way. I saw Loretta on the third day in the local supermarket. She stood before the cereal shelves and looked up. I walked slowly in her direction and noticed she didn't move and had a funny expression on her face.

She didn't see me coming, and I tapped on her shoulder, "Hi Loretta. You seem lost. May I help you with something?"

She grinned, "Oh, thank you for being here. I tried to get the Fiber One cereal, but I couldn't reach it. Will you help me, please?"

I pulled 2 boxes and placed them in her cart. "Do you want me to bring you anything else?"

"No. You were very kind. Thank you."

We separated, and for the next 10 minutes, I walked between the aisles and grabbed everything I needed. We met again at the register. I paid and helped her place her bags in her Corolla. Before driving away, she said, "Tomorrow afternoon I'll be free. If you care for a coffee and chocolate cake, stop by between 4:30 and 5:00."

"Loretta, if I finish working early and have time to shower, I'll be happy to do it."

...

Luck was on my side, and the following day our team's work ended at 3 pm, which was highly unusual. I rested for an hour watching TV, and then shaved, showered, put on clean clothes, and rang her bell.

Loretta wore a midi-style skirt with a floral blouse. She looked much better than before. Her face was cute, and her legs were shapely. But the most impressive feature was her rack; it looked unusually prominent for her size...

She smiled and invited me inside. My first impression was that her house was very homey. It had EVERYTHING that my house lacked, from nice curtains to decorative lamps, scenery pictures on the walls... I was happy she declined my offer to enter for a drink the other day. Compared to HER house, mine was empty.

She led me to sit in the living room and promised to be back shortly. I examined the living room pictures. On the wall in front of the sofa, there were 3 large paintings of European scenery (Tuscany?). On the other wall, there were multiple personal photos arranged in chronological order. In the first one, young Loretta was standing by a handsome young fellow while holding a baby. In the last one, Loretta looked more like today, holding the hand of a young girl. Daughter?

Loretta came to the room carrying a large tray with everything on it. As we sipped the coffee, I said, "I saw the photos on the wall. Can you tell me a little about yourself?"

She grinned, "I married 23 years ago and have a daughter, Doris, who is now a senior in college out west. My dear husband died in a car accident 3 years ago. I work as a nurse practitioner in the cardiology clinic in a hospital downtown. Several times a week, I go to yoga classes or exercise at a fitness center. That's basically it. Fairly boring, isn't it?"

"I don't wish to sound nosy, but you said nothing about your social life."

"At the moment, it's on life support. Since my husband died, I am not in the mood to visit old friends. Except for 2 girlfriends who I have known since high school, I rarely go out. Chuck, enough about me. Tell me about your life."

"I am 48, divorced, no children, a supervisor in a landscaping company, and just moved here to stay away from my former wife."

Loretta laughed, "Short and to the point. Are you still bitter or grieving about your divorce?"

"Not anymore. All these bad emotions I suffered BEFORE the separation. Now I feel numb about the whole thing and hope to move on."

"That is good. For me, it's a little different. Frequently, I still remember happy moments I experienced with my husband god bless his soul, and dream about us a lot."

"It's 3 years now. Did you start thinking about going online to find another mate?"

"No! I heard so many stories about women who ended up robbed or even dead after these blind dates, that I am reluctant to do it. Unless god or fate arranges something safe, I'd rather stay by myself."

"Since I am alone too, how would you feel about joining me for dinner? What is your favorite food?"

"I like salads, seafood, and Italian."

"If I can reserve a table for two, will you come with me tomorrow to the new Italian restaurant downtown? It will be my treat."

"Chuck, that's nice of you, but if we go, I pay my share."

"No siree Bob! I invited you, so I pay, unless you want me to pay you for the apple pie, the chocolate cake, and the coffee."

Loretta chortled, "OK, Chuck. If you insist." I left shortly after.

...

The food at the restaurant was delicious. Loretta went for the risotto, and I took the Osso Buco. The chianti was the perfect wine for our food. We both ordered gelato for dessert.

When we exited the restaurant, we felt great and let our guard down. As we walked toward our car, out of nowhere, a short guy rushed toward Loretta's other side, grabbed her purse and was about to run away with it. She tried to stop him. Her desperate attempt resulted in a tear of her blouse but also slowed him a bit. He managed to free himself and was ready to escape. Instinctively, my hand grasped his collar and stopped him in his tracks. I slapped him hard, pulled the purse off his hand, and released him. His speed running away was close to Usain Bolt's world record.

I turned to Loretta, who was shaking with tears in her eyes. I hugged her gently, "It's safe now. Everything is fine. I'll bring you home, make you a cup of tea, and you'll be OK."

Her body was still shivering when we reached the car. I helped in and drove to her house. On the way, a few times, I turned to watch her face. Slowly she calmed down. However, it was the opposite for me: Her torn blouse exposed her soft pink bra and the tops of her creamy large tits. They looked tempting...

I parked by her house, waited for her to open the front door, and operated the tea kettle. I glanced at her. Loretta sat on the sofa with her eyes staring blankly at the wall. She must have been still shocked by the event. I sat by her and hugged her. Loretta just sat, unresponsive. She looked so vulnerable and pretty... Her chest was heaving with her breasts threatening to burst out. I couldn't resist and tenderly kissed her lips.

Initially, she did not react, and then, in slow motion, her head turned to me, and... she smiled. She leaned her head on my chest and whispered, "Chuck, thanks for rescuing me and my purse. My credit cards, health insurance card, social security card - Everything was in that purse."

"These days the streets have too many punks. I was lucky, that's all."

She smiled, "You are strong and have good reflexes."

I joked, "I have another good quality: I can make tea. How would you like yours?"

"Black tea with a single Splenda, please."

I prepared our teas. Of course, I forgot to bring them on plates, but she just laughed, "Men..." Loretta bent to take her mug, and her upper chest opened further to my eyes. I was mesmerized by her beautiful tits, and my pecker started stirring. My eyes moved away from her chest, but not before she caught me.

She lowered her gaze at the ripped fabric, and said, "I didn't realize this guy tore my blouse. Sorry if the sight caused you grief. Let me go and change."

"Why do you think it 'caused me grief?' Seeing it just verified you are an attractive woman."

She blushed and rushed to her bedroom to change. She came back minutes later, wearing a long robe. I stood by the door, ready to leave, "Loretta, I enjoyed your company and hope you'll soon forget the unfortunate encounter with the jerk. Whenever you are free, I'd love to see you again."

She just stood there, silent, and eyed my face. I wasn't sure what to do next, and elected to play it safe. I smiled, nodded my head, and left.

...

Two days later, I got a phone call from Loretta, "Would you like to join me for dinner at my house and watch a movie on Netflix afterward?"

"I'll be happy to. Is 6 pm OK?"

"Perfect."

I liked that she phoned me. Loretta seemed like a good match: An attractive lady, docile, non-pushy, just what I needed at the time. I got the impression she felt good in my company too.

At 6 pm, I was by her door. This was a completely different Loretta. She had a touch of makeup and red lipstick on, and with her loose, wavy brown hair framing nicely her cute face, she looked younger and a lot prettier than before. She wore a short, navy blue dress with generous cleavage and 3" heel matching color shoes.

I stood by the door with my mouth agape, hypnotized by her transformation. She noticed my reaction and grinned, "I thought we could make it a private party and dressed accordingly."

I mumbled, "Lady, you are gorgeous!..."

She grabbed my hand in hers and smiled, "I tried to look better for the man who saved me."

"Loretta, if you had told me before, I'd wear nicer clothes than jeans and a simple shirt..."

"Chuck, you didn't have to do it. You look great the way you are."

I was still somewhat uncomfortable with my clothes, but she blurted, "Big guy, just sit down, and your food will be right up. I apologize, but I forgot to ask if you were allergic to certain ingredients."

"Not as far as I know."

"Good." She arrived with a tray and placed it in the middle. It contained 2 large Cotolette Alla Milanese, mashed potatoes, and a fresh salad with sliced almonds and diced pears. I poured the Italian Merlot into 2 glasses. After the 'cheers,' we began eating. The cotoletta melted in my mouth! The veal was tender, expertly wrapped in a breaded covering, and a little lemon on top.

With my mouth full, I stuttered, "Ma'am, this is the best home food I have ever tasted. Will you marry me?"

She giggled. "Thanks for the compliment. It means a lot to me. I don't think you really meant what you said about marriage, but I'd agree to date you if you are interested."

I smiled, "I said it as a joke, but ONLY because I thought you'd refuse. I enthusiastically accept your offer! For both of us, it will be a new beginning."

Her face turned reddish as a smile decorated her pretty face. During the dinner, we hardly talked and now and then just glimpsed at each other. The atmosphere was heavy; neither of us had started a relationship in many years, and we were unsure how to move forward.

When we were done, she gazed into my eyes. I stood up, moved in her direction, and kissed her cheek, whispering, "Loretta, the meal was perfect. Thank you."

She refused my help and carried the used stuff to the sink while blurting, "Use the remote control, go to Netflix, and choose a movie. I'll be there shortly."

I imagined she'd rather see a romantic comedy than an action drama and searched for one. I had no idea what she already watched, and waited for her to make her selection.

Ten minutes later, she sat by me and said, "You are the guest, so it's up to you."

I mumbled, "It doesn't matter what I watch. I am simply happy to see it with you."

She murmured, "You are so sweet," and went through several movies I've never heard about. Then she paused at It Ends With Us, and asked, "Have you heard about this movie? It's the movie in the center of the ugly fight between Blake Lively and Baldoni. Would you like to watch it?"

"Sure. I heard vague rumors about these 2 celebrities, but I never cared much about gossip, so I am not familiar with the issue."

"Let's watch it then, and later, if you are interested, I'll update you with the whole fight between them".

"Deal."

We sat on the sofa. Loretta leaned on my shoulder, and the movie began. Like in many other romantic films, the actress falls in love with a handsome guy who happens to be a neurosurgeon. I won't tell the whole story, but at one point, she meets again her earlier love and the plot thickens. The movie itself interested me much less than who I was watching it with. Every couple of minutes, I turned sideways and gazed at Loretta's facial expressions and her... heaving ample chest. Once she noticed me ogling her bosom and smiled at me.

The longer the movie continued, the more Loretta became absorbed in the plot. She hugged me, and twice I saw tears in her eyes. I was too distracted to know why. I whispered in her ear, "Lady, it's only a movie."

She looked at me and whined, "At times, love may be so complicated..."

Loretta seemed so innocent and vulnerable, that my temptation was too strong. I lifted her chin tenderly and kissed her lips lightly. She eyed me, puckered her lips, closed her eyes, and waited for me to kiss her again. I did, but this time gently parted her lips and French kissed her.

I disengaged after 20 seconds and looked at her. She sighed and murmured, "I missed that feeling of blossoming new relationship with fluttering heart."

She smelled great and looked fantastic. I mumbled, "Loretta, you are beautiful and... sexy."

She chuckled, "I tried to focus on the movie, but noticed that you were eyeing my chest multiple times. Indulge me; let's finish the movie, and then we'll see what I can do to accommodate YOUR wishes."

I kissed her lovingly, "Sounds good to me."

Her intoxicating smell, the sight of her bulging boobs, and the promise to 'help' with my wishes triggered my dick. The anticipation was enough to expand and extend my rod, which created a big tent in my pants. I was stuck: Loretta's arms hugged me, so I couldn't move and adjust my stiffy's position... For close to 30 minutes, I sat helpless with blue balls and an achy pole, as Loretta's eyes were directed at the TV screen.