It was just a normal day at the house for Mary Rose. Mary was 40-year old brunette and married to Simon Rose, an insurance salesman in Florence. She was bronze-skinned and voluptuous, with 42DD tits and a big round ass. She had a (not-undeserved) reputation of being a slut, not helped by the fact that she loved to show off her curves in any way possible, from tight leggings, to shirts with plunging necklines. Her favorite outfits, however, were minidresses with low necklines, paired with stiletto boots. Today, however, she wore a simple t-shirt and sweatpants.
She wanted to show off for men because her husband was always away on business trips. She craved sex and she made no apologies for it. She had one-night stands with men (and the occasional woman), because, as she put it, "You only live once and you might as well have fun."
Justin was Simon's son from a past relationship. Justin was 18, 6'5 and a dominating athlete at Wilson High, earning varsity letters in football, basketball, track, and baseball. He loved to run shirtless, exposing his muscular arms and washboard stomach. He had his pick of chicks at high school, and he even caught the eye of several teachers. He fucked a few girls (and one teacher, for which she later resigned), but he had eyes on his stepmom, Mary. He knew he wasn't related to her, but he thought of her as his mom, and she his son, since he was five years old. Justin's fantasies of fucking her included bending her over the nearest table and fucking her brains out, her gobbling his shaft and swallowing his cum. He was jealous of all the guys that got to fuck her instead of him, but he kept it to himself. After all, Mary was the woman who raised him. He would have to settle for jacking off to his fantasies.
Unknown to him, Mary had lustful feelings towards Justin as well. She wanted him to fuck her, but she was grossed out at the prospect of fucking someone she raised as her own son.
Mary was folding the laundry, while Justin was in his bedroom watching porn, when the phone rang.
"Justin, could you get the phone for me?" Mary said.
"Okay," Justin said. He closed the laptop and headed to the kitchen to answer the phone.
"Hello?" Justin said.
On the receiving end was Simon.
"Justin, hi. Glad to hear from you. Listen, champ, give the phone to Mary. I have something important to tell her."
"All right."
Justin headed to the laundry room.
"Here," Justin said, "It's dad."
As Justin handed the phone to his stepmom, he lingered to check out his stepmom's tits, how they seemed to press the t-shirt's strength to its limits.
"Justin?"
"Yeah."
"Could you hand me the phone please?"
"Oh, yeah...sure," Justin said.
Mary spoke. "Hey, Simon, how are you?"
Simon's reply would shake her to the core.
"I'm leaving you," Simon said.
