Jen Roza awoke one Friday morning feeling the best she had in days. She felt up to anything, and she felt like she could look even more perfect than she felt then. She was right, and even right out of bed was an exquisite beauty. Confirming this by getting up out of bed and walking with her regular slightly swaying gait over to her full-body mirror, Jen did as she always did after waking up.
She put herself in her most seductive pose and raked herself up and down with critical eyes. She always started at the top and worked her way down to the bottom, pointing out every error she could find and then fixing them, even though it could sometimes take hours. Today she stuck her hip out to the left, showing part of a generous butt, and leaned her upper body slightly to the other side while putting one hand on the hip that was outwards.
She also spread her legs just wide enough apart that she caused eyes to glance towards her womanly parts, and put her shoulders back far enough to make her all natural 40DD breasts clearly visible but not obnoxious. She tossed her wavy brown hair with streaks of shining blonde over her shoulder, but left enough still in front to drape over her right breast, slightly tickling and giving her a small bit of hardness to her nipples as she breathed.
She started immediately after that, and her eyes focused on themselves, and Jen was struck, as she was every day, by her gorgeous green eyes that reflected the light perfectly while still retaining an intoxicating quality that was really the reason why so many people wanted to get in Jen's pants.
She then moved slightly downwards, to her barely open mouth surrounded by perfect, full lips that she licked every once in awhile. That mouth had been in many places, doing many things, and Jen smiled at the thought, revealing white, straight teeth that had been achieved through braces when she was eleven, and dedication to having a flawless smile. Her eyes settled farther still, on what Jen considered her best quality- her breasts.
As mentioned before, they were 40DD and natural, which was a rare trait, and better yet, Jen always made sure that her cleavage was available to look at by anyone who wanted to. Now she wore a bra from Victoria's Secret that showed off most of her boobs, and even though the straps hurt, Jen was use to it, and swore she would never get a breast reduction. Her toned skin below her breasts was fine as well, and Jen flexed her abs, showing a finely muscled core, but not disgustingly so.
She swayed her hips that stuck out the perfect amount, and turned around to look at her second-best quality- her ass. Her butt wasn't ridiculously jiggly, but she could really work it if she wanted to. Its arc was so elegant that the mere sight of it reduced most men, and lots of women, to staring idiots unaware of their surroundings. Jen's long legs were incredible that day, the way the morning sun shone on them perfectly accentuated the graceful curves of her thighs that swept down into calves that were as finely exercised as her abs.
Her examination complete, Jen declared that day successful so far, and went into her closet to get dressed for work. When she came out, she looked even more stunning than she had before. Despite the fact that her top that showed a little of her belly and lots of her breasts and her bottom that hugged her ass like it was the last lifeboat on the Titanic pushed the dress code a little too far for most people's likings, her 50-year-old boss with absolutely no chance with Jen was ridiculously infatuated, and let it slide.
Jen wondered, as she ate her breakfast of steel-cut oats with strawberries and a cup of hot coffee, why she went to so much trouble to look nice. It wasn't like she had anyone to impress, after all. The true love of her life had been discovered to be cheating four days before they were to be married, a year ago when he was forty-nine, a bit old, but Jen was fine with him until then. Jen was revolted at his unloyalty, as was his son from a previous marriage, seventeen and in his junior year of high school at the time.
Jen believed that unfaithfulness was the worst thing you could do to someone outside of murder, and obviously the man's son was too, as he had decided that he would like to stay with Jen, if it was okay with her. Jen was delighted to take in Ben. After all, they had grown especially close in the time of Jen and his father's relationship. Jen decided not to pursue custody, because Ben turned eighteen two months after that incident, in July.
His father had been one hundred percent fine with this agreement, saying that if his own son didn't want to be with him then he could do whatever he wanted. Jen pushed her thoughts back to her own question, and realized something so simple she laughed. She was Brazilian, of course. Her mother was an immigrant to the U.S.A. when she and her parents were robbed by a street gang who threatened to burn down their house if they didn't hand over all their money. Jen was four years old when it happened, and remembered none of it.
Luckily, her parents made a fortune by investing in Microsoft, and after her father landed an executive position at the Brazilian Embassy, their money troubles were solved. Jen had lived a happy life ever since, and as she grew to the age of sixteen she began to worry. Her developing body was already attracting attention of men way above her age, which went against everything she believed in. What could she do about this predicament other than wait, her friends told her, and at least she never had the problem of finding a boyfriend.
Her friends were right, and when she went off to college and finally lost her virginity, she was happy about her assets. Jen loved sex from the first time she had it, and she embraced her body, as any good Brazilian girl would do. Jen also believed that her body was a gift from God, and she thought that anyone had the right to look at her body, or at least however much was exposed. This belief helped with her now day-to-day struggle, which was to find a sexual partner.
Of course, it wouldn't be a problem if she stayed out every night at a bar and seduced some horny man or woman, as Jen was open to sex with whomever wanted it. But she couldn't, because she worked for a business and was the head of advertising. So she would take off her jacket, or whatever concealed her body from the public, and wait for someone to start staring. When someone did, she would grab their arm, bring them close to herself so that her breasts were pressed up against their chest, and say, "Do you like what you see?" while giving them the sexiest look she could muster.
This worked most of the time when Jen didn't have a romantic partner, but occasionally she wasn't satisfied. When this happened, she would go home and masturbate. The reason Jen went about this every day was because, as stated before, Jen loved sex. Jen loved it so much that she had to have it every day, which was one of the main reasons why she had a harder time than most with holding down a girlfriend or boyfriend.
However, sometimes she would meet someone with a particularly nice personality, and of course that someone would have to have great sex. Most times, a man, but a lot of times a woman would appeal to Jen as well, and she would invest in having a relationship with this person. Jen had just now broken up with her latest girlfriend, a white girl who was a nice twenty years old to Jen's twenty-five, and had 34DD breasts, but wasn't willing to have sex with Jen every day.
There were plenty of fish in the sea, Jen thought to herself as she ate. Today was going to be a good day, and Jen wanted to have some of the best sex in the world, and just thinking about how hard she would come made her wet already. She squirmed a little, trying to contain it, and kept eating. Then she realized something that she had completely forgotten about.
Her stepson, Ben, still had school today, and it was ten minutes until he would be late. Jen leapt out of her chair and ran up the stairs, thinking about how fast Ben would need to drive to get to his classes on time. It was probably a little over the speed limit, and if he ate, it would be hopeless for Ben to even try. Must have forgotten his alarm again, thought Jen, as she rounded the corner to Ben's closed door.
Remembering how hard he slept, Jen opened the door with a crash and yelled, "Ben, get up! You're going to be late for school! Just skip breakfast today or else..." She trailed off as she realized what was before her eyes. Ben was sleeping on his back, not stirred in the slightest by the raucous noise, with no clothes on. Jen's eyes immediately fixed on his nether regions. What she saw made her gasp and redden in the cheeks.
Ben's cock was standing on end, with what was probably nine inches fully awake and throbbing, and Jen was astounded at the tingling she felt in her crotch. This was the biggest cock she had ever seen- but this was her stepson, Jen chided herself, wrenching her thoughts away from what would have been an amazing morning fuck if her pussy had control over her brain.
