Chris rang the doorbell and waited in the late evening sun. Nothing happened so he rang again. At last, the door opened, and there stood Pete, in his underwear. Pete was one of Chris' oldest friends, they had known each other for years, and they went to school and college together. So this was nothing new to Chris.
"Fuck, you're not ready, I knew you wouldn't be..." Chris exclaimed, but he was cut off.
"I just need a quick shower, I'll be five minutes, ten at the most," Pete said as he hurried back upstairs. Chris walked through the hall into the kitchen and sat by the table at the far end. He had been chatting on his phone for just a minute or so. When the back door opened suddenly, Pete's mum Tracy, entered breathing heavily and sweating.
She wore black leggings, white trainers, and a short loose-fitting light gray t-shirt. She wasn't a tall woman by any stretch of the imagination. She was also very curvy which made her look a little on the plump side. Her large breasts, though held securely by a sports bra, lifted the front of the t-shirt. Showing off her little belly, which bulged, in a surprisingly sexy way, over the top of her leggings. Her large round, lycra-clad bottom, jiggled as she moved. And, judging from the crease between her cheeks, she was either wearing a thong or no underwear at all.
Chris watched her as she crossed the room in front of him. Seemingly oblivious to his presence. He had got hard over his best friend's mum many times before. She had this way of dressing so casually, yet so provocatively. It drove all Pete's friends wild, but of course, none of them could tell him. This time was no exception, and Chris felt a pulsing sensation in his groin. He shifted in his chair which scraped loudly on the floor.
"Ooohh," Tracy gasped, spinning around so fast her long wavy dark auburn ponytail slapped her in the face. "Oh for fucks sake Chris, I didn't see you there, nearly gave me a heart attack."
"Sorry." He said sheepishly, embarrassed by what he was thinking of doing to her just before she spun around.
"Let me guess, you're waiting for Pete?" Chris nodded. "I'll just see if I can hurry him up," Tracy said and left the room. He watched her bottom as it juggled down the hall and disappeared upstairs. Then he heard her, shouting something through the bathroom door. There was a minute of silence until she reappeared at the foot of the stairs and headed back into the kitchen.
From his seat, Chris could see right through the hallway to the front door. He watched Tracy as she approached. Both arms were in the air, pulling her mass of hair back into a ponytail and wrapping an elastic around it. Her t-shirt raised high as she struggled to control her hair. Her belly was on display, her wide hips swaying as she walked down the hallway toward him. There was something else different but he couldn't focus on it because of, well, her.
As she entered the kitchen she dropped her arms and then he saw it. She had taken her bra off. Two little mounds poked through the thin gray t-shirt. Her large breasts swayed and bounced as they moved. The t-shirt clung to her perspiration-soaked skin and followed every contour.
"Oh fuck." Chris whispered to himself and tried not to look, pretending he was engrossed in his phone instead.
"He says he won't be long," Tracy explained, "I'm just making one of my shakes, can I get you anything?"
"um, ahem, er," Chris struggled to speak, "no thanks Mrs Davis, I'm good."
"Now Chris," she moved closer, one hand on her hip, the other pointing at him. "You know damn well I was divorced two years ago, that isn't my name anymore. Besides, you're an adult now, like me, so please call me Tracy."
"OK, I'll try." She smiled at him, then turned and walked to the far corner of the kitchen. There she bent forward, keeping her legs straight, and started searching the cupboard under the counter.
"Oh my fucking god," Chris whispered to himself again. The front of his trousers bulged as he watched her. The little T-shirt fell forward with the weight of her large breasts, displaying the underside of her beautiful pale globes as they hung inside the cotton top. He tried to stop himself, but couldn't resist. His phone was in his hand and he raised it just a little. He focused in on his friend's mum, and silently took a photo. Then another, and another.
His hand was trembling as he tapped the screen again and again. Then he noticed it, the little black smudge by her right breast. He quickly searched back through the photos to one that showed the mark a little clearer. It was a tiny tattoo of a bird swooping, like a swallow or something.
He was sure he had seen this before, somewhere else, on someone else. He wracked his brains, trying not to be distracted by Tracy as she moved around the kitchen preparing her shake. He thought he remembered, and opened a browser on his phone. Found the site and logged in. He scrolled through the list of accounts he had friended and finally found the one he was after.
NawtyMILF77, he tapped on her profile and quickly flicked through the photos she had posted. Yes, there it was, a small black bird on the right-hand side of her chest, just by her breast. Hands shaking now he flicked through the photos. He couldn't understand how he hadn't seen it before. He recognised the sofa and parts of the living room. The bathroom and the tiles and cupboards of the kitchen. It couldn't be, could it?
There was a rattling noise and Chris looked up. Tracy stood facing him, one hand on the counter, the other holding a plastic bottle and shaking it violently up and down. Her bobs bouncing and jiggling just as violently. An expression on her face like she had just asked him a question.
Then it hit him, like a good hard slap around the back of the head. She was doing it on purpose. All this time, Chris and his friends had been feeling guilty and ashamed for the things they thought, and said, about Pete's mum. But she knew exactly what she was doing, the effect she was having, and she was clearly enjoying it.
"Oh my god, you kids and your phones, you didn't hear a word I said did you?" Tracy sighed in mock anger. Then she turned and went to the counter with her drink. Chris looked down at her web profile displayed on his phone. Quickly reading her bio, her likes, desires, and fantasies. Then he rose to his feet and walked over to her.
"Oh jeez, when did you get so tall?" She joked, turning to face him as he appeared close behind her. She looked up at him and clearly realised there was something wrong. Chris looked down at her, still trembling. Then at his phone which he placed carefully on the countertop. Tracy's eyes followed his and there was a moment of silence as she took in what was displayed on the screen.
"Oh shit," she whispered, then looked back up at Chris, her eyes wide in panic, genuine fear on her face. She tried to speak, but only faint little whimpers came out. Her eyes filled with tears, and she began to tremble. Her secret was discovered, scared of what this would mean.
