All characters are over 18.
MaryBeth Grant didn't exactly live in the kitchen, but if you found her anywhere else in the house, she was either just coming out or on her way in. She loved cooking, baking, and trying new recipes. If she weren't cooking or baking, she was inventorying or reorganizing her spice cabinet, or she was going through the pantry.
Don, her husband was the beneficiary of her passion for food. You couldn't recognize him from his wedding photos having lost most of his hair and more than doubled his weight. His passion was sports. You'd find him watching a game or tuned into SportsCenter. His spot was in the family room on his Stressless leather recliner, a beer in one hand, the remote in the other. He usually had the volume turned up, not that he minded MaryBeth's singing, but he didn't want to miss a word when tuned in to some event or program.
MaryBeth was no svelte supermodel nor was she fat. The best term would be pleasantly plump. You'd have no problem recognizing her from her wedding photos and she'd gained just 15 or so pounds, all of which seemed to settle in just the right places. She was two cup sizes larger and her full ass would split the seams on her wedding dress. She looked like a mom, like a housewife. She never wore slacks or pants, preferring dresses. They always worked well with her collection of aprons and she was able to move more freely when squatting down to use the oven or get out a cookie sheet.
The Grant's house was a popular spot for their son Jimmy's friends. Sports on the TV, beer if desired, and more importantly, freshly baked cookies or other sweets. Then there was the most important yet unspoken attraction at the Grant house. MaryBeth. Even Jimmy wasn't oblivious to how great his Mom's ass looked though he was more circumspect when the topic came up. Every one of his friends said that they'd 'tap that' given the chance. He always told them to shut up but he'd had those same thoughts.
It was a warm summer day, late July. Jimmy and a few friends were watching the Dodgers in the family room with his Dad. They were all due to go away to college in the fall, all to different schools and they were spending a lot of time together knowing that their time was coming to an end. It was a good game, Clayton Kershaw was having one of his typical great games but the offense was able to score just a single run. Jimmy, Jason, Theo, and Vic were glued to the screen. 1-0 Dodgers in the fifth.
Vic excused himself to grab another beer and headed into the kitchen. He stopped and admired Mrs. Grant's wonderfully plump ass as she bent over to take a tray of steaming dinner rolls out of the oven. He could almost tell if she had on a thong or panties as the back of her dress rode up.
MaryBeth looked back and smiled, "Changed your mind?" she asked as she put the try on a cooling pad.
"What? No, I mean about what?" he stammered having been caught ogling her ass.
MaryBeth nodded at the empty beer bottle, "Came up for a beer but then saw something you like more?" she asked.
"Um, no. I was...OK, you looked..." he said inanely.
MaryBeth chuckled, "I looked...go on. You're going to be in college composing essays and if you go for a doctorate there'll be orals. You need to think quickly. I looked what?" she said.
Vic looked at the woman, wide stance, a smirk on her face, her hands on her hips, and her dress opened appealingly exposing generous cleavage. "You looked great...oh fuck! I wanted to bury my face between those ass cheeks of yours, OK?" he said quickly. "You looked good enough to eat."
