HGlock SM - Book Club.pdf (2025) [WRITING]

It was a warm summer evening and Marissa was getting ready for her weekly book club. At 55 years old, she had long since discovered the joys of self-love and self-care. Her husband Mark had passed away ten years ago, leaving her alone to raise their teenage son Jordan. But now at 30, Jordan had moved out into his own apartment downtown and was starting his own life. Marissa was proud of the man he had become.

Reaching up into her closet, Marissa pulled out her favorite dress - a slinky red number that hugged her buxom curves in all the right places. The years had been kind to Marissa. While she had gained some weight, it had settled pleasingly into soft, pillowy breasts and a round, juicy ass. Her thighs had thickened too, but her calves remained toned and shapely, perfect for showing off in a pair of sexy high heeled pumps.

Marissa stepped into the bathroom, carefully applying her makeup and styling her hair into loose, flowing curls. She anointed her wrists and neck with her signature perfume, a heady mix of rose and jasmine that always seemed to draw appreciative glances. Finally, she slipped on the red dress, zipping it up the side and adjusting her full breasts in the push-up bra.

Surveying her reflection, Marissa felt a rush of confidence and desire. She turned, admiring the way the fabric clung to her round ass and thick thighs. Her legs were encased in sheer black stockings that disappeared into a pair of strappy black stilettos. The heels made her already long legs look like they went on for miles.

Humming to herself, Marissa collected her purse and headed downstairs. She didn't notice her son Jordan sitting on the couch in the living room. He was typing away on his laptop, earbuds in and oblivious to his mother's entrance.

Lost in his writing, Jordan didn't even look up as his mother walked into the room. It wasn't until the black stilettos appeared in his peripheral vision that he glanced over, doing an appreciative double take. Holy shit, his mom was hot, he realized, feeling a sudden flush of guilt. What kind of pervert was he, checking out his own mother like this?

Chuckling under her breath, Marissa posed against the doorframe, one hand on her cocked hip. "Like what you see, sweetie?" she asked coyly, smirking at the blush spreading across her son's cheeks. "I was hoping to look good, for once. The girls in book club get so dressed up... I didn't want to look like a frumpy old mom."

"You look amazing, Mom," Jordan replied, shaking his head in amazement. "You're going to give those girls a run for their money!"

"Well, I may not be as young as they are, but I've still got it, right?" Marissa giggled, doing a little shimmy. The motion made her huge breasts bounce and wobble in her tight dress.

Jordan swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. God, his mom had the most incredible tits. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't tear his eyes away, watching them jiggle and sway with each movement.

Oblivious to her son's lecherous gaze, Marissa sashayed further into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. She plopped down on the couch beside Jordan, crossing her thick legs.

"See something you like, sweetie?" she asked with a wink, noting the direction of his stare. Her breasts were practically spilling out of her dress, the tops of her areola peeking out. She made no move to adjust herself.

Jordan just shook his head dumbly, his eyes glued to her chest. "N-no Mom, I swear! I wasn't... I mean... God, I'm sorry!"

Marissa laughed, reaching out to pat his knee. "Oh relax, baby. It's not like you've never seen my tits before. I breastfed you, remember?"

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