Jake was getting tired of all of the games he was getting from girls his own age so tonight he decided to head to a bar famous for the cougars who patronized it. Jake got a drink and started to scope out the area when a woman came up behind him and grabbed his ass.
"Hey hot stuff," said the woman, "Oh my god Jake?" she asked when she saw his face.
"Mrs. M?" he asked in disbelief, she was wearing a tight red dress with high heels and her breasts pressed up and practically bursting out of the swooping neckline.
"This is embarrassing," said the woman as she pulled her long brown hair to her cover her breasts, "and please call me Maura."
The two get a table and some drinks.
"So," said Jake, "you're a cougar."
"I know," said Maura, "I don't get a lot of time to meet guys having a full time job and being a mom, so when I do meet guys its usually for a fling."
"I don't want to stop you from having a good time," said Jake, "maybe I can be your wingman."
Maura caught Jake glancing at her breasts and brushed some of her hair out of the way.
"Maybe we can just have a few drinks and catch up," says Maura, "It's been a while since we spoke."
A few hours later the bar was emptying out while Jake and Maura were still talking.
"It's hard being a mom when your daughter is doing bondage in the next room," she said, "especially with she's going to Europe in a few weeks, I'd feel better if there was someone I could trust there with her."
"Holy crap," said Jake as a Bartender yelled, "Last Call."
"I need to call a cab," said Jake.
"I can give you a lift home," said Maura.
"Are you sure," said Jake.
The two headed to the coat check and Jake helped Maura get her jacket on.
"What a gentleman," she said as they left the bar.
