Gwen groaned when she heard the doorbell. She knew her mom was going to make her answer it, despite her having zero intention to do so. Her mom, Dana, had been anxiously primping for the last 45 minutes for some dumb dinner date.
Rolling over on her bed, Gwen toyed with strands of her long brown hair and gazed at her phone. She already knew this introduction dinner to her mom's new boyfriend, Scott, would be excruciatingly lame at best. It was her first break home from college, and her freshman year had been full of parties and freedom...so spending time with her depressingly horny mom and whatever loser she had found online was not her idea of fun. She was glad her mom was rebounding after the divorce, but this forced dinner meeting felt like too much.
Her phone blipped. A text from her roommate, Marissa.
"Come on. He can't be that bad..." Marissa had said. "Isn't he taking you all to Mexico for spring break or something?"
Gwen dashed off a quick "Pray for me" reply, followed by an eye roll emoji.
"GWEN! I'm not done getting ready. Go let Scott in!" her mom shouted down the hallway.
Folding her tan legs beneath her, Gwen grudgingly got up, glancing at her reflection in her closet mirror as she crossed the room.
Where Gwen's mom Dana was short (barely 5'0), Gwen was long and lean, 5'7 with shapely legs (thank you track team,) with a taught stomach. Thank God she had started to fill out towards the end of high school. As a freshman in college, she finally had to trade out her running bras to fit her growing 36Cs. Not as big as her mom's 38D's, but not bad. In fact, Gewn had noticed that the people around her were starting to notice her rapidly-shifting shape, too.
When she first came home on holiday break, her mom made her return a borrowed casserole dish to her DILF nextdoor neighbor, Mr. Callahan. Despite having babysat for Mr. Callahan's twin boys since she was 13, her handsome neighbor had muttered a surprised "Uh, wow, Gwen. You look so...grown up..." when he answered the door. She had noticed his eyes had snagged on her cropped running top and hadn't moved.
"Mr. Callahan! It's great to see you!" Gwen had answered brightly, stepping in to give him a quick hug.
"Oh please, you're an adult now. Call me Gabe." he responded, trying to sound casual as he reached for her.
Despite years of polite half-hugs when saying hello and goodbye, she had felt a change in this one. The way the gap between their bodies had closed, closer than they had ever been. She had noticed her breasts pressing against his chest, and had smelled a faint whiff of his cologne. Instead of his usual friendly dad pats on the shoulder, one of Mr. Callahan's arms had circled around her waist, pulling her in more closely than usual. He held her there, not for long, but firmly -- a full-body embrace that sent shivers racing down her spin and into her panties.
She couldn't lie: the whole thing had turned her on. Gwen was realizing she had an effect on men. And grown men -- not just boys from high school or college. It made her feel powerful: to be able to tease a man, to know that he wanted her, and to watch it unfold before her. Thinking about Mr. Callahan's chest against hers, how his arms had encircled her, had her nipples fully peaked beneath her thin black cami top. She gazed at herslf in her bedroom mirror, stroking her breasts idly with a sly smile at the memory.
The doorbell rang again, wrenching her from the memory.
"GWEN!" Dana screamed down the hallway.
"OKAY, OKAY, I'M GOING!" Gwen yelled back, adjusting her black tank top. It didn't leave much to the imagination, and it hugged her breasts tightly enough that she never bothered to wear a bra with it. She smoothed her hands over her gray leggings and ran her fingers through her silky hair a few times. Spending an hour getting ready for a man was another trait Gwen would not inherit from her mom.
Trudging downstairs, Gwen prepared herself to be bored by the latest loser waiting on the other side of her front door. At least her mom had promised she could finally use their hot tub after dinner, a recent post-divorce addition Dana splurged on while Gwen was at college.
She opened the door, tossing her hair over her shoulder. And blinked.
The middle-aged man standing on her doorstep was not what she had imagined. The others had been older gentlemen, with varying states of hair less and poochy dad bodies. This one actually reminded her of the athletic trainers she worked with at her college, but maybe 10 or 15 years older than those guys.
He had sandy hair that sprayed across his forehead, brushing just above his dark brown eyes. Gwen could tell he was fit by the way his pecs and biceps moved under his polo shirt, with a watch encircling a thickly muscled wrist. He wore slim-fitting camel-colored khakis, and held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a bottle of wine in the other.
Well, way to go, Mom.
"Hi - er, Gwen? Right? I'm Scott. Your mom told me all about you."
"Hi Scott." She held her hand out, and as he shook it, she reached her other hand out towards the bouquet.
"You shouldn't have!" she said, laughing coyly and releasing the hand she had been shaking. She brought the bouquet to her face and inhaled deeply. Lifting her hazel eyes to his face, she gazed at him over the tops of the roses. It wasn't one of those crappy premade bouquets from the grocery store, either. She counted at least 14 long stem red roses. Good job, new guy.
He seemed a little surprised, but was still smiling. "Those are for your mom. But of course, I'm glad you get to enjoy them as well."
"Well then...come on in, Scott."
Gwen angled her body to the side of the door, allowing him to pass her without fully moving out of the way. As he brushed by, she caught a smoky, musky smell that was so different from the acrid, overly-tangy body spray that all of the guys at college wore. She instantly wanted to smell it again.
"Hi Scott! We're so glad you could join us for dinner. And I have been just so excited to introduce you to my Gwennie," Dana said, bustling down the hall and cozying up to Scott's side.
"Thanks Dana. Though between the mention of a free homecooked meal and possible hot tub use, how could I really say no?" Scott smiled, revealing a deep dimple on one side.
Gwen grimaced internally. If that loser thinks he's trying the hot tub before me, he can fuck right off.
Dana's mom ushered them into the dining room, where they settled into a polite but awkward dinner. Gwen tried to ignore her mom's desperate horniness, and attempted to look interested over stories of how her mom and Scott met (at the gym, he had offered to help her with some weights and they started chatting,) and what Scott did for work (financial advisor at some big firm).
They were also chattering away about some all inclusive beach trip Scott was paying for, thanks to his fancy job. Gwen still hadn't decided if she wanted to play third wheel to these two horny losers on vacation, but a free beach trip was a free beach trip, after all.
During dinner, Gwen couldn't help but her let eyes wander all over Scott. She couldn't believe her mom had pulled this athletic, cute guy -- maybe he was a little boring and predictable, but there was no denying his classically handsome face and ripped arms. When Scott got up to clear some plates. Gwen noticed how his khakis fit snugly around his powerful thighs. Gwen rubbed her own thighs together under the table, still feeling remnants of pleasure from her trip down memory lane with Mr. Callahan earlier.
"So, Gwen, how is college? Enjoying freshman year?" Scott asked politely. Gwen, feeling bored and wanting to see if she could push any of his buttons, smiled back.
"Oh it's wild. Well, you know how it goes...a lot of late nights and crazy times. But this is a time to cut loose and experiment, right? See what I'm into? I mean, college is all about finding yourself, no?" Dana tutted, and Gwen turned to look at her unamused mother with a look of mock innocence on her face.
"Scott doesn't want to hear about that, Gwennie. Tell him about the track team--Scott, did I tell you Gwennie walked on as a freshman? That never happens at Cal State!"
Gwen sighed, glancing towards Scott. "Yep. All of that. Wow, go me."
Scott grinned, and she noticed a bemused look on his face that suggested he knew what Gwen had been prodding at with her earlier comments. "Oh, your mom is just proud. And she should be! That's a big deal. But you're both right--it's important to balance work and play. At college and beyond."
And that was basically that. Throughout the rest of the dinner, Gwen was polite but mostly silent, giving the grudging "That's nice," or "Oh, cool..." when provoked. But although her responses were tepid at best, her mind was oddly stuck on their new dinner companion.
"Gwennie, could you grab the bottle of wine in the kitchen? The one Scott brought?" Dana's mom called.
Gwen brought the wine into the living room, along with an extra glass for herself. She noticed her mom and Scott had curled up next to each other on the couch. Yuck.
Gwen set the bottle down on the coffee table in front of her mom and Scott, grabbing the corkscrew out of her pocket. Her off-campus waitressing job had equipped her to be able to open wine bottles practically in her sleep, but she wanted to test things with Scott. Just one last time.
She faced the couch and bent over at the waist so she could reach the bottle on the table. This position gave Scott a bird's eye view of her bountiful cleavage -- just as she intended. As she twisted the corkscrew into the bottle, her tits bounced gently, her black tank top hanging on for dear life.
After a few twists, she glanced up, and saw Scott's eyes instantly dart away from her breasts and onto her face. He looked startled, like he knew he had been caught looking somewhere he shouldn't. Internally, Gwen smirked. Game on.
"Excited, Scott?" Gwen asked, smiling brightly.
