Jessica continues to transform herself both physically and mentally into a sex-driven milf. She has an agenda: depravity.
The relationship with Brandon gets closer but also more complicated. Borders blur ever more. At the same time an old danger encroaches on her.
What happened before:
Jessica, a freshly divorced mother of 36, moves to a new town with her 18-year-old son Brandon to start a new life. She hopes for peace and reorientation but is quickly drawn into the world of the Football Moms Club--a group of hypersexual, cougars.
Through the week, Jessica encounters Michelle (brash, surgically enhanced, sexually dominant) and Theresa (mysterious, powerful, and perceptive), both of whom are senior players in this seductive underground sisterhood. Brandon her encourages her sexual liberation.
By midweek, Jessica joins a gym, flirts with ideas of becoming a MILF/cougar, and explores Michelle's and Brandon's sexual openness. The line between maternal propriety and taboo curiosity starts to blur.
Sunday, at a football-moms private party that reveals itself as an exclusive sex orgy, Jessica fully embraces her desires. After witnessing her son Brandon have sex with Michelle, she has her own sex encounter with his teammate Gage--openly and proudly.
Monday Morning
Yesterday's events blended into a dream.
In it, Jessica had hovered above a garden. There were young minotaurs playing touch football. Gorgeous women were strolling around in the nude. Occasionally a minotaur and a woman would dance, their bodies merging into one.
Half awake, she rolled out of bed still half in the dream, and stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen nude as she was and started making breakfast looking out into her garden.
Michelle's hot bikini still lay there, indicating that yesterday had not been a dream. 'You wore that thing,' she thought, 'in public! You looked like a slut!' Hubby would have chided her. And she knew she had loved it, just for that reason.
Next week will be another orgy. 'I will not stumble into it unprepared like yesterday. Next weekend a new Jessica will step out into the world.'
In her mind, a plan for this week began to form itself.
While still taking Brandon to school and settling into her new house and finding a job, she would transform herself.
Left over from yesterday her barbecued veggies were also there, prepared by the old Jessica. All a bit dark because the new bikini Jessica got distracted. Today with some garlic and olive oil, they would make a salad like Italian antipasti. Her hands did the chores by themselves, while her mind was in two separate worlds simultaneously. One, this house, job, school, all bricks to lay a foundation of her new life. They meant peace, grounding herself, standing on her own feet again. But the other was pure thrill. 'Transforming myself, I will be both the canvas and the artist.'
Brandon came downstairs for his breakfast, attracted by the sizzle and smell of bacon, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Halfway down when he turned the corner, they widened in surprise. "Mom! Eww, what the hell?! You are naked!"
"Shit, where was my mind when I came down?" But somehow embarrassment was not, rather amusement. She mumbled, "Oops, where was my mind when I got up?" she smiled, her eyes still unfocused like a trance.
"Oh, now I remember. I had a wet dream. No, it wasn't a dream. Someone had sex. I remember that much."
"Seeing you yesterday, man, I just realized this morning how gross this actually is. Yes! I saw my mother suck off my classmate. I am still trying to process that."
"Same-same. I saw my son pounding his mighty erection into the pussy of a milf porn star. You really fucked her right in front of your mother. I thought of running away, but I couldn't. Could not even look away."
"She is not a porn star, she is Jayden's Mom."
"That makes it even worse. You fucked the mom of a classmate. And she sure acts the porn star with all her looks."
"You do too, running around nude," he said, but was unable to take his eyes off her body. And obviously aroused and not embarrassed anymore.
Brandon tried to look elsewhere like walking on a tightrope and trying to avoid looking into the abyss to prevent his mind from swirling. But as you cannot turn your head away from an abyss, he could not keep from stealing glances at his mother's nude body.
"Come on, you weren't shy looking at Michelle's tits yesterday. I know hers are bigger than mine."
"But yours are pointier."
"Aah ha, interesting how you look at your mother's tits? Interesting to hear that. When did you start leering at them, probably not just yesterday!"
Jessica turned towards the stove for bacon and eggs. Without even checking, she asked, "Are you enjoying my derrière? Do you also have a word about it?"
"Mmm-hmm, yes. It is perfect." Brandon regained his confidence and stayed on the tightrope.
"I think, after what we saw of each other yesterday, being nude is not much of an issue anymore, or is it? Do you like what you see?"
"Ok, I admit, you look hot. But you are still my mom," he said, but was not shy of the bulge in his pants.
"Yeah, you keep reminding me. But I am just naked. It's not an issue, not after yesterday. I won't get on you. Just get used to your mom being a free spirit. Kind of like in Europe."
Her tone changed from banter to serious. Brandon noticed and looked at her intently. Jessica went on, "We must talk about something else. I saw a peculiar car in the street when we left the party. It looked like your dad's."
Brandon looked into thin air for a moment, "No, I didn't. He can't have been there. We now live two hours apart."
"You are probably right, but still. It was not just the make, but the color and his 'enhancements' were all there."
They kept arguing if it could really have been Brandon's dad, as they walked to the car and drove to school. Brandon unable to diffuse Jessica's uneasy feeling. But for now she could not do anything.
As they arrived at school, Michelle and Jayden also just arrived behind them at the same moment.
Jayden and Brandon walked off together, and now it was Jessica who strutted with confidence towards Michelle. She handed her the borrowed bikini.
"I need to tell you something odd that happened yesterday," Michelle said.
"Odd? Yeah, you could call yesterday odd. You fucked my son, for starters!"
"So? He is a great fuck, you should be proud of him. Like I am of Jayden." Michelle winked conspiratorially for a moment then got serious: "Please listen; it's something else. Someone broke into my house yesterday."
"What? When? You mean in the afternoon, during the party? OMG."
"Yes, someone forced the back door open. And upstairs a window was open that shouldn't have been. But nothing is missing. It doesn't make sense."
