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Make Mommy Feel Pretty, by Jezebel Rose

I met my father’s mistress the other day. I was just exiting the grocery when I caught sight of the familiar strawberry blonde head. I opened my trunk to load my groceries when her heels clicked my way.

She had big round shades and long dangling earrings that swayed with her tits as she strutted past me.

My blood boiled the longer I stared at the homewrecking slut. It wasn’t long ago she seduced a man 20 years older than her and somehow convinced him to leave everything for her.

My eyes instinctively scanned her from top to bottom. Her tight yoga pants emphasized her camel toe; I imagined how tight it must be and how her clit must be rubbing against the fabric with each step.

Is her pussy that amazing, I wondered, that it ruins lives?

“Excuse me?” she turned around and snapped at me. Her Starbucks drink in had slushed as she rapidly spun on her purple heels to face me. Her mouth drops open. Her long fake nails grab her shades and lower them.

“It’s you.” She says, sounding bored. Her thick lip-glossed lips wrap around the thick straw as she slurped. “What did you just say behind me, was my pussy that amazing?”

Shit. I did not just say that out loud.

I was not about to take it back now.

“Yeah. Have not seen my dad in months, figured he got lost in that loose coochie of yours.”

Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Listen here. We’re just about the same age, right? I bet you’ve been laid by some other slut like me.” She takes a long sip. I slammed my trunk shut as I stared her down in the afternoon sun. “You’d be lying if you think sex with pussy like mine is not any better than the dried-up box your mom packs.”

“Just leave,” I growled through my teeth. “You do not get to talk about my mother like that. Go before I do something I won’t regret.”

She scoffs. When I thought she’d say something else, she turns her heel and heads into the grocery store. Beads of sweat dropped from my forehead. I wipe my face, flicking the sweat on the concrete ground as I get into my car.

I start the aircon and cool off for a bit.

I mean, my mom is not the typical middle-aged mom. She does not look that bad. For a woman her age, I would admit, her body is quite tight. I do see her wear yoga pants as tight as the whore has and her ass is as plump and firm as they come. I do catch glimpses of her camel toes too, my eyes finding it hard to look away from the mound of her pussy. She has gained a few pounds since my younger sister, a small pouch of fat hangs from her belly. But they only add to her curves, and her breasts are definitely the biggest curves.

Rummaging through the laundry once, I found her bra to be a D-cup; and that’s bigger than any girl I’ve taken to my room to fuck.

My mom is a beautiful woman, my dad was just an idiot. She has not bothered dressing nicely or doing her hair since this whole disaster. Guess it shot down her self-confidence.

If there could be something I could do, you know? Anything to see her smile again.

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I get home and take the grocery bags in one trip. My mom sees me through the windows and opens the door.

She wore a plain gray baggy shirt and basketball shorts with my school’s logo.

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