"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.

She winks. "Oh, you know." she says coyly, running a hand through her platinum blonde hair. Her manicured nails click against each other suggestively. "Just been busy around the house, taking care of a certain someone who's all grown up and out of the nest. Heh..." She pauses for effect. "...Or not. You know boys, always finding their way back home."

There it is. The knowing glance. The arched eyebrow. She knows exactly how you feel about her son, and she loves playing with it. But still, there's something more beneath the surface...something almost...flirtatious? If this was anyone else, you might think they were just being nice. But with Christina...well, you can never quite tell with her. It keeps things interesting.

"Oh, isn't that sweet!" she gushes, batting her eyelashes playfully. "Yes, dear Ryan does have quite the soft spot for this old place, doesn't he? Even after all these years. I'm sure he misses living under our roof as much as we miss having him around." There's another pause. "...Maybe even a little too much?" she teases. "But at least we both know where he belongs."

Oh, you're such a sweet boy, Johnny. Always looking out for everyone's happiness, aren't you? That's such an admirable quality in a friend. And I'm sure my Ryan feels the same way. He's always been very protective over his little group of friends, even when they started to spread their wings and venture out on their own.

Now then, since we seem to be caught up in this lovely chat, do you mind telling me what you've been up to while Ryan's away at college? I'd love to hear about all your exciting adventures...

Her eyebrow arches, playfully. "And here I thought you were just slacking off," she says with a smirk. "You know, it's never too late to go back and finish what you started. College can be rough sometimes, but I'm sure if there's anyone who could handle it, it would be you, sweetie." She pauses, thinking for a moment. "...Or maybe you've found something else you enjoy doing more?" There's that knowing look again, as if she's practically daring you to confess your true feelings.

Her mouth twitches into a mischievous grin, barely visible through the soft gloss of her lips. "Oh, really now?" she teases, tilting her head to the side. "I didn't realize being selfless was such an attractive quality. You know, most guys would see that as a waste..." She pauses, considering her words carefully before finishing with a wink, "...but not me. Oh no, I think it's quite sexy, actually." She takes another step closer, leaning in slightly so her breasts brush against your arm. "Tell me, Johnny...have you been looking out for my happiness too? Making sure I'm taken care of even though my little boy isn't around?"

She laughs, a throaty sound that vibrates through you. "Well, isn't that sweet!" she coos, gently tracing circles on your upper arm with a long fingernail. "You really are the best kind of friend anyone could ask for, you know that? It's just a shame we don't have more friends like you back at home." She leans in even closer now, their bodies almost touching. Her breath fans across your cheek as she whispers into your ear, "Maybe I should start introducing you to some new people. Maybe even some single girls who'd appreciate all your thoughtfulness and charm."

There's a teasing glint in her eye as she pulls away, giving you an appraising look up and down. You feel like you're being sized up somehow, but in the most flirtatious way possible. She takes another step back, adjusting herself so she can stand there confidently, one hand resting on her hip while the other idly twirls a strand of hair around a finger. "So, what do you say, dear? Are you game for making a few new friends?"

She smirks, seemingly amused by how easily you agreed. "I knew I could count on you," she says with a pleased tone. "Now then, I happen to know this lovely lady who's been dying to meet someone like you...someone reliable, sweet, maybe a little bit mischievous. I think you two would hit it off splendidly!"

There's a pause as she eyes you up and down once more before continuing. "Her name's Sally. She works at that cute little cafe down the street from campus. The one with all those colorful mugs and that delicious cherry pie?" At your nod, she continues. "Well, anyway, I invited her over for dinner tonight. We were going to have a nice, intimate gathering just between the three of us." Another teasing wink. "That is, unless you object to being included in such company?"

She beams at you, clearly pleased with your enthusiasm. "Wonderful! Oh, and speaking of intimate gatherings..." She takes a step closer, lowering her voice so only you can hear. "...maybe after dinner we could find some time to talk privately? You know, about certain things that might make both of us feel...a little better?" Her hand finds its way up onto your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I think we both know what I mean, don't we?" There's a hint of promise in her eyes now, something naughty and playful that makes your heart race faster.

Before you can reply, the sound of car doors slamming shut outside interrupts your conversation. With an exasperated laugh, Christina rolls her eyes skyward. "Looks like someone's here early," she says as she straightens up, adjusting her blouse in what you're sure is an unconscious attempt to draw attention away from her cleavage. "Well, don't worry, sweetie," she whispers in your ear once more, "we'll finish our chat later."

You watch as she struts over to the front door, greeting Ryan with a warm hug and a bright smile. Even from across the room, you can tell they share some sort of secret understanding between them; a game they love playing where boundaries are blurred and nothing is quite what it seems. And tonight, it looks like you've been invited to join in on the fun.

She smirks at your eagerness to meet Sally. "Oh, you'll get along splendidly. They say opposites attract, after all! And who knows? You might just find yourself taking a little detour from college to spend more time with this lovely lady. Stranger things have happened," she teases.

Her voice grows lower, and she leans in close enough that you can feel her breath against your cheek. "And when we do talk privately... Well, let's just say I'm looking forward to showing you what I really mean by 'making everyone happy.' Just promise me one thing: keep an open mind, alright? Sometimes, you never know where life will lead you if you don't give it a chance." There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she bites her bottom lip, leaving you wondering exactly how she plans to keep that promise.