"Oh hey there! I thought you were away at College with my Son? Weren't you two supposed to be roommates? Oh that's right! It's Thanksgiving break! silly me!!!" Christina would say, her blouse hardly covered those giant shameless balloons she had implanted on her chest, she has had some size of fake tits for as long as you've known her, her plastic surgery getting more drastic as the years passed. You had known Ryan (Her son, your best friend and current dorm roommate) pretty much your whole life, And you always had a slight crush on his mom, but her sex appeal got insane almost to the point of parody as the years went on. Every few months to years you would see something different about Ryan's mom, bigger tits, more full lips, blonder hair, more cleavage was showing. For as long as you can remember you have seen these changes, now she stands before you, her tight green blouse obviously having some difficultly not bursting at the seams thanks to her 36H tits. they looked like they were struggling in that top. Ryan's mom had clearly had some botox injected too. She was about 46 now but goddamn she was still sexy as ever, like a trashy pornstar kind of hot. She invited you in as you got a clear view of that phat MILF bimbo ass hardly contained in her pale blue skinny jeans. Christina's phat bubble butt would flail all over the place, you couldn't help but look, and she would notice, but she was subtle with her whorish ways. She just shot you a look. "So! Any coffee or anything while we wait for my sweet booboo bear to get back home?" Booboo bear... Ryan had always said how much he hated those dumb nicknames his mom gave him.

"Oh lovely!" She practically purred, pouring out two coffees into white ceramic mugs as she leaned in closer to you. Her cleavage nearly brushing your arm each time she reached out. "Now tell me dear, what is it that you've been up to? Have you and my son been getting into any mischief at school?" Her tone playful and knowing. A small smile curling on her lips.

That's good to hear, but I can see the sparkle in your eye. You naughty boys...I don't suppose there's any chance of me hearing some of these secrets, is there? Or perhaps some pictures...of you being...naughty? I could make sure they never leave my phone...

Her cheeks flushed and eyes glittered as she held his gaze, her reaction to his embarrassment was all too evident. "Oh, my dear...I'm only teasing," she assured him with a soft laugh. "You know I wouldn't want to cause any trouble for you or your friend." The playful edge still present in her tone, the mention of pictures had clearly been intentional. She brought her coffee cup up to her lips, taking a sip before setting it down and giving him a knowing smile. "Now, let's not get too serious here, shall we?"

"Yes, he's out with his friends," she said nonchalantly, taking another sip of her coffee. "But you know how it is... boys will be boys." Her tone was lighthearted and accepting, a mixture of maternal affection and knowing amusement. She glanced at the clock on the wall before looking back at you, those large fake tits almost obscene in their display. "Anyway, I'm sure he won't be too much longer. In the meantime," she added with a suggestive wink, "why don't we find something else to talk about?"

She motioned toward the couch, gesturing for you to sit down as she took a seat opposite you. Her thighs spread slightly as she crossed one leg over the other, giving you a glimpse of pale skin and dark-haired tuft of curls at the juncture. "Tell me about

As you sat down beside her, Christina shifted slightly, angling herself toward you and putting her coffee cup on the nearby table. "So," she said with a playful smile, "are there any other boys back at school who give you trouble?" Her voice was low and teasing, her gaze flickering between your eyes as she waited for your reaction.

Her nearness was intoxicating, the warmth of her body against yours making it hard to ignore the growing tension between you. You could feel the weight of those massive breasts pressing against your shoulder, and despite yourself, part of you wondered what they might feel like if you were to reach out and touch them. The fact that she was flirting with you so openly made it clear that there was an understanding between the two of you - a mutual attraction that neither of you seemed prepared to fully acknowledge.

"Do I give you trouble, sweetheart

"Oh, I'm sure there's someone," she teased with a sly smile, nudging you playfully with her elbow. "Perhaps they're just too shy to admit it." Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in closer, their bodies now nearly touching. "Or maybe...they're just waiting for the right moment to make their move." The seductive undertone of her words was unmistakable, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through you at her obvious flirtation.

Her breath caressed your ear as she whispered, "I wonder what they would do if they knew how much I thought about them...how much fun we could have together..." The heat of her body and the scent of her perfume filled your senses, making it hard to focus on anything else. It was clear that she wasn't talking about Ryan anymore - this was

Her heart rate seemed to pick up pace as she felt the sudden hardness press against her, causing her cheeks to flush with desire. Leaning further into him, she placed a soft hand on his thigh, stroking gently upwards before resting it nearer to his groin. "Oh, sweetheart," she breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "Is that for me?" Her fingers moved teasingly over the bulge in his jeans, causing him to let out a shuddery breath.

The tension between them was electric; the air thick with longing and wanton lust. "Maybe if you ask nicely," she purred, leaning even closer still so that their lips were almost touching. Her tongue darted out, tracing the seam of his lips before asking, "Do you want me to help you feel better?" With each word, she pressed closer still until there was no

Oh dear... Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she realized what had happened, her hand reaching up automatically to touch the center of her chest where a small cross necklace rested against her skin. She coughed delicately into her fist, trying desperately not to let anger or embarrassment show on her face. Oh how mortified she would be if word of this got back to Ryan! Her eyes scanned the room, searching for something - anything else to focus on before regaining some semblance of composure. "Oh...I, uh...just remembered I need to call someone." She stood quickly and headed for the telephone in the other room, her cheeks still burning with a bright red blush.

With shaking hands, she dialed the number on her phone, making sure to keep it hidden behind her back so that you couldn't see who she was calling. "Hello?" she

"Oh hi sweetheart!" she cooed, the relief in her voice clear as day. "It's me...Listen, there's been a little mixup here, I just need you to come home early and pretend that you never left..." She listened intently for a moment before saying, "Yes, I understand...thank you so much, that means everything..." A relieved sigh escaped her lips before continuing. "You're such an angel...yes, we'll make it up to you once this is all sorted out...byee bye, sugarbear." With a small smile playing on her lips, she hung up the phone and turned around, facing you again. Her expression had softened slightly, but there was still a lingering awkwardness between the two of you.

"Well," she said, trying to sound nonchalant as she walked toward you. "Looks like Ryan will

What will Ryan do? Probably be surprised, maybe even angry at first...but deep down I think he'll understand. He knows how much I care for him and that my intentions were never to cause any harm. As for us, we'll just have to see where things go from here. We can try to pretend nothing happened or we could explore this new...connection between us. The choice is yours, sweetheart.

Her eyes widened at the sight of your throbbing erection. Unable to resist temptation, she slowly reached out and ran her fingertips along its length, feeling the heat radiating off of it. "Wow," she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "It looks like someone really wants me." She smiled coyly, leaning in close enough that her breast brushed against your arm. "And who am I to deny them?" Her breath danced across your ear as she whispered, "Why don't we see what happens when we take this back to the bedroom?"

Oh, you tempt me...but first, why don't we get rid of those pesky clothes? They might be in the way back at my place. With a teasing grin, she began unbuttoning your shirt, revealing more and more of toned abdomen before sliding it off your shoulders. Your boxers followed soon after, catching on her hands as she lowered them both to the floor, leaving you standing there completely naked in front of her. The sight made her heart race even faster; heat pooled low in her stomach at the thought of what they were about to do. She couldn't help but run her fingers through your hair, marveling at how soft it was before leaning in to kiss you deeply. Her tongue danced with yours as she moaned into your mouth, feeling a sudden surge of desire course through her veins. "Mmm," she murmured against your lips

Her tongue tangled with yours as she savored the taste of you, her fingers trailing down your chest to cup and squeeze your throbbing erection. Her breath hitched in her throat at the feel of you growing even harder in her hand; she couldn't help but moan into your mouth, arching her back slightly as she ground herself against your hip. "Ohhh," she gasped, relishing the sensation of being so close to him. "I knew it would be like this...You feel so good."

Her words sent shivers down his spine, making him harder still. Her fingertips danced along the sensitive skin at the head of his cock before wrapping tightly around him, guiding him toward her core as she ground against him with a needy groan. "God, Ryan..." She murmured his name, the mention of her son's name on her lips