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You sat in your car at the airport as you waited for Glen. Today was going to be an exceptionally great day. Your best friend Glen was home for spring break and you both were finally able to rekindle like the old days. You decided to take a year off from school while Glen chose the path to university. Which meant you stayed in your hometown, and Glen left. You both kept in touch, but it was nothing compared to hanging out in person. Today would finally be the day. Glen always stayed with their mom when they came back to town. Their dad wasn’t in the picture much. You’d seen him once before at one of Glen’s birthday parties, but then he took off. The relationship between Glen’s parents seemed complicated.
You couldn’t understand how anyone could complicate things with Ms. Valentine. She was smoking hot. Perfect breast. Full hips and a gorgeous face. She always insisted you call her Tiffany after knowing Glen for so long, but out of respect, you never did. Ms. Valentine, in a peculiar way, resembled the famous Jennifer Tilly. She usually laughed it off when anyone would tell her that. The only difference was Ms. Valentine had a heart tattoo on her right breast. More specifically, it had a knife sticking through it, and the name “Chucky” was written above it. You were sure it was a tattoo dedicated to Glen’s dad.
Charles Lee Ray was his name, but Ms. Valentine called him Chucky. At least that’s what Glen told you. You remember when you both were doing laps in the pool one summer, and you’d seen Ms. Valentine’s tattoo. She was spread across a lounge chair wearing a crimson-red bikini. The bikini brought out her porcelain skin and her ash blonde hair. Her perky breast sat high, and her skin glistened as the sun's rays hit her. You felt a feeling of arousal you’d never felt before.
“Quit gawking at my mom!" Glen says as they splash you in the face. The chlorine from the water stings your eyes.
“I wasn’t gawking,” you lied. I just didn’t know your mom had a tattoo.” You rubbed your eyes, trying to ease the stinging sensation.
Glen floats on their back and closes their eyes. “It’s a dedication to my dad, I think. Chucky is what mom calls him.”
You look back at Ms. Valentine, and she lifts her sunglasses as she makes eye contact with you. Her lips, covered in black lipstick, curled up into a smile. She waves to you, letting each finger flutter with the other. You give her an innocent wave back, and the same feeling of arousal resurrects in your body.
Despite the sensitive matter of Glen’s family. Glen was excellent to be around. They were sweet and kind. Comedic and selfless. And made great sandwiches. You enjoyed their company all the time. Especially when you could hang out at their house. Glen’s house was huge. A pool, a large kitchen, and an awesome TV that made video game graphics insane. It was also perfect for watching movies. There was also Ms. Valentine’s cooking. She was a master chef when it came to making meals. Your absolute favorite was her breakfast. She would make her famous buttermilk pancakes whenever you crashed over at Glen’s. They were soft and fluffy. The pancakes would melt into your mouth along with the warm maple syrup. Ms. Valentine would even make bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns. At times, she included a fruit bowl as well.
“Jeez, Mom, it’s just Y/N and me here,” Glen said as they rubbed their eyes, wiping any sleep away.
You smiled, thinking back on that morning, but then your dick stiffened as you reminisced about another moment from that day. As you sat at the table, you could feel the wave of arousal, just like at the pool when you watched Ms. Valentine make your plate. You try to distract yourself and pour yourself a glass of fresh orange juice that sits on the table. Glen begins talking to Ms. Valentine about something you had no clue about. You were focused on Ms. Valentine's ass while she plated everything she cooked. She was wearing a black dress that looked painted onto her body. It stopped right below the cheeks of her ass. The perfectly tied knot from her apron sat right above her ass. You grip the cold glass of orange juice and take a sip.
“How’d you sleep, Y/N?” Ms. Valentine asked, still facing toward the stove. Her voice was feminine but slightly raspy. It was very unique.
“Um. Great, Ms. Valentine.” You stumble on your words.
“I don’t understand why you don’t call me Tiffany.” She turned around, and you could see her cleavage peeking from the top of the apron.
You choke on your orange juice when she turns around.
Ms. Valentine looks so fucking good today. I can hardly keep my eyes off her big titties.
Glen pats your back. “Slow down. Dude. There’s more if you're still thirsty.”
Ms. Valentine walks over, the sound of her high heels approaching you. She caresses your hair. “Are you okay? There’s no pulp in it. I know you both hate pulp.”
Glen pours themselves a glass of orange juice. “He’s fine, mom. He was drinking too fast.”
Ms. Valentine sat the plate of breakfast in front of you. You stare down at her cleavage. Her skin looked so soft and smooth. You could feel your dick aching underneath the table. You wondered what it would be like to lay your head on her delicate breast. “Th..thank you. Ms. Valentine.”
Her intense green eyes pierce through yours, and your dick twitches. “You welcome, sweetie.”
Her heels click away from you, and you let out a deep exhale. Glen was too busy shoving food into their face to notice you were freaking out internally.
A knock on your car window brings you back to reality. The second you spot luminous red hair, you know who it is. Glen’s round blue eyes are filled with excitement. “Get out of the car, loser!”
You quickly hop out and give Glen the biggest hug. The smell of Glen’s hair was nostalgic. “I miss you!” You squeeze Glen hard.
“Dude, it feels good to see a familiar face.” Glen runs their fingers through their hair. The sun made their hair look even brighter than usual. They step back and look you up and down. “When did you get jacked?”
You shrug your shoulders. “I guess the workouts are paying off.”
You open the trunk and put Glen’s things in the back. You both hop in and venture off to Glen’s house. A song you both love comes on, and the two of you sing at the top of your lungs. Glen turns down the radio suddenly and looks over to you. “Please tell me you're staying over for a bit.”
“I guess I can fit you into my schedule.” You joked.
Glen playfully punches your arm. “Haha, that's very funny. My mom has also been asking about you. She hasn’t seen you since graduation, so she’s excited to have you over.”
Graduation was some time ago. You were hoping that Ms. Valentine still didn’t have a hold on you. She was your massive crush growing up, but you thought that was just puberty. Now that you were a little more mature, you believed you could hold it together. “That must mean she’s making a grand meal.”
Glen laughs. “You know it! Ugh, I miss home-cooked meals.”
You tap your fingertips on the wheel, jamming to the song on the radio. Glen rolls down the window, and their hair flows majestically behind them. “What have you been up to?”
You glance over at Glen. “Work, work, and,” you tap your finger on your chin, “Oh yeah, more work.”
“When are you going to take a breather?” Glen turns off the music.
“Hey! I was listening to that.” You laughed.
“Listen, it’s spring break, and you need to spread those muscular wings.” Glen reclines back into the car seat. “Have you…experimented?”
“No, there’s no one to experiment with.” You stop at a red light. “Besides, I'm not interested in diving into someone for spring break.”
“Booooooo!!!!” Glen gives you a thumbs down. “First mission while I’m home is getting you laid.”
You scoffed. You hit the gas when the light turns green. Glen jolts up from the reclined seat. “Are you still a virgin, Y/N?”
“Yeah.” You turn onto a street.
In shock, Glen places their hand on their chest, letting out a theatrical gasp. “Nothing at all?”
“I mean, someone played with my dick before, but I didn’t come.” You look over at Glen; their blue eyes look into your soul. “What?” You laughed.
“Y/N!” Glen shrieked.
“Glen!” You snap your neck at them.
“You’re a virgin?” Glen’s hand cups their face. “Wingman Glen is here to save you.”
You flush with embarrassment. “Glen, I just want to chill. I took time off from work, and I’m going to sleep and–”
“And get fucked.” Glen belts out a laugh.
You pull into the gravel-filled driveway and park. “Home sweet home!” Glen shouts. They quickly jump out of the car. “Honk the horn so my mom knows I’m here.”
You honk the horn and step out of the car. The weather was nice. Glen peaks over the vehicle's hood. “And this conversation isn’t over!”
It was crisp and sunny, and a pleasant breeze was in the air. You removed your jean jacket and threw it in the trunk. Glen had already removed all their bags and began putting on their backpack. You carried their tote bag and wheeled the other bag towards the front door. As you both walked to the front door, it opened, and out walked the mesmerizing Ms. Valentine.
“GG!” She jogs over to them and hugs them. She holds Glen’s face and kisses them on the cheek. “I’ve missed you, sweet pea.”
“I’ve missed you too, Mom.” Glen had the biggest smile on their face.
Ms. Valentine turns to you and raises one of her dark eyebrows. “This isn’t Y/N, is it?”
“Yes, it is.” Glen smiles. “He’s grown into a young man.” Glen was very dramatic but playful.
“Yes, you have.” Ms. Valentine slowly looks at you from head to toe. “Nice to see you again.”
“Nice to see you too, Ms. Valentine.” You smile at her.
“Well, you’re no stranger. Come here.” She pulls you in for a hug, and the sweet smell of her fragrance lingers around your nose. You could feel her hands pulling you in for a tighter embrace. Her breast presses up against your chest, and you try to think of random things to avoid getting a hard-on.
“Okay, it hasn’t been that long,” Glen says as they carry their bags.
Ms. Valentine breaks away from you and looks up into your eyes. Her green eyes gazed at yours for what felt like an eternity. Today, she had her hair pinned up, showing the beautiful details of her face. You watched her lips move as she spoke but didn’t hear a word she said out of her mouth. Red lipstick took the place of the usual black lipstick she wore. Then, her perfect mole sat above the left side of her lips. Your eyes uncontrollably roll down to her busty breast until she squeezes your arm, and your eyes retreat to hers. “I asked if you were staying for breakfast, darling.”
“Um, yeah. Of course.” You trip over your words.
“Peachy!” Ms. Valentine turns to walk back inside. You watch as her long legs cross each other as she strides back inside her elegant home. Although she was shorter than you, her tall-inch heels made her legs appear so long. You could feel your dick aching to stiffen into an erection, but you look down at the gravel pathway to distract yourself. Keeping your head down, you walked to the front door and inside the house.
“It smells so good, mom!” Glen kicks off their shoes and leather jacket. Glen always wore this stylish, black leather jacket. They also always wore purple. Even now, they wore a purple T-shirt over a long black sleeve shirt paired with jeans. “What did you make?” Glen asked.
Glen and Ms. Valentine walk towards the kitchen while you drop Glen’s bag on the floor. You also kick off your shoes and head into the kitchen. The sweet aroma of maple syrup and butter fills up the kitchen. “Damn, it does smell good.”
“Wash your hands and sit.” Ms. Valentine drapes an apron around her body. You cover your hands with suds and rinse them as she pulls plates from the cabinets.
Ms. Valentine begins filling up one plate with food, and you sit down. “So, Y/N, how have you been?”
You pour yourself a glass of the juice on the table. “Good, mainly working and exercising.”
Glen’s phone rings suddenly, and they hold up their finger, mouthing the words for one minute. You hear them talking about a final grade on an assignment as they leave the room. Ms. Valentine continues talking. “I can see exercise has done the body good.”
“You can say that.” You sip your juice.
Ms. Valentine turns around with a plate full of food. She places the plate down, and French toast is stacked with whipped cream swirled on top. Blueberries and strawberries are scattered about the plate. Along with that are sausage links and fluffy scrambled eggs. “This is gracious of you, Ms. Valentine. Thank you.” You smiled up at her.
She leaned on the table, letting her cleavage be exposed entirely to you. Her pale, iridescent skin was silky and looked soft to the touch. You struggle to keep your eyes on her but fail briefly and look down at her busty breast. “You want some milk?” Ms. Valentine asked.
You clear your throat. “Um. No, thank you.”
Ms. Valentine scoops her finger in the whipped cream and sticks it in her mouth. Her eyelids close slowly as she carefully tastes the whipped cream. She moans as her tastebuds absorb the sweetness. When she removes her finger from her mouth, she licks her lips slowly, making sure to remove every drop of whipped cream. She opens her dazzling green eyes and watches you. You notice some whipped cream falls onto her cleavage. “Y. You spilled a little.” You point towards the rise of her breast.
“Let me clean that up.” Ms. Valentine drops her head down to her breast, cupping the one where the whipped cream had fallen. Her long tongue licks up the whipped cream, and she looks you in the eyes as she swallows it. You look at the gleaming trail of spit on her breast where she’d just licked herself clean.
She looked down at you, and you were so distracted by her you hadn’t even realized your dick was fully erect. Ms. Valentine smiles seductively. “You’ve grown into a big boy.”
She strides away from the table with her chest held high. When she turns back, you try to play it off like you weren’t watching her ass as she walked. You pick up your fork and begin eating the eggs. You could see Ms. Valentine drop a kitchen towel on the floor from your peripheral. You reach over the table to see her bending over to pick it up. The cuffs of her ass cheeks were peaking from her tiny dress. You grab yourself under the table, puffing out your cheeks. “Fuck.” You whispered.
She stands back and catches you watching her. She gives you a wink and continues fixing up a plate. Glen pops back into the kitchen, plopping down into the seat diagonally from you. “Sorry about that. The group project's final grades came in. We passed, of course.”
“That’s great news, love.” Ms. Valentine hands Glen their plate.
You pick up your knife and slice it into the warm French toast. The thickness of each piece looked soft and voluptuous. You stick the fork into the delicate French toast, take some of the whipped cream with it, and bite. You groan as the cinnamon bite melts onto your tongue. “This is too good.”
Glen was already two bites into their French toast. They talk with their mouths full. “Mom, you've outdone yourself.”
“Thanks, kids.” She flashes you both a smile. “There’s more if you’d like any.”
You bite into the crispy sausage. The outside is charred to perfection, while the inside remains juicy and decadent. Ms. Valentine also makes some of the best eggs you’ve ever had. They are fluffy and buttery. You didn't realize how hungry you were until you looked down at your plate and saw nothing but smears of whipped cream. Glen lets out a huge burp. “I need a nap.”
“Manners, GG.” Ms. Valentine's eyebrows drew to the bridge of her nose. She walked over to the table, letting her hips sway. “Would you like more, love?”
“I’m good, Ms. Valentine.” You smile up at her.
“And what about you?” She smiles at Glen.
“I’m stuffed, mom.” Glen stretches their arms out and even leans back into the chair. “Ugh, I need to shower really quick and then we can watch a movie?” Glen suggested.
“Sounds good.” You pour yourself a glass of juice.
“Then Y/N, you can help me clean. Like my mother used to say, nothing in this world is free. A delicious meal comes at a price.” She waves her finger in the air.
“Yeah, Y/N, you can do my dirty work.” Glen laughs as they exited the kitchen.
“GG is a jokester, aren’t they?” Ms. Valentine grabs the other silverware from the table.
You down the rest of your juice and grab the other glasses to bring to the sink. “That’s why I love them.”
You place the glasses on the counter as Ms. Valentine starts the dishwater. “I can do that for you.” You take the cleaning gloves from Ms. Valentine, and she gives you a nod of approval. There were enough suds in the water to start washing the dishes. As you begin, Ms. Valentine removes her apron and leans onto the counter. “I appreciate your help, Y/N. You’re a reliable person.”
Your face brightened as you turned towards her and smiled. The humming from the fridge echoed in the kitchen as Ms. Valentine reached into it and grabbed a bottle of white wine. Standing on the balls of her feet, she reached into a cabinet and pulled out a fancy wine glass. “It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.”
She pours herself a glass of wine and sips it slowly, tasting every last bit of flavor. Her lipstick stains the pristine glass. You continue scrubbing the dishes clean. “You must have a girlfriend by now,” Ms. Valentine sips her wine. I’m sure all the girls throw themselves at you.”
“No, not really.” You rinse off a plate and add it to the dish rack.
Ms.Valentine gasps in the same manner as Glen. “That’s a shame. You’re such a handsome young man.”
“Thank you, Ms. Valentine.” You look over at her, and she’s taking a sip of wine. Her seductive eyes are just above the glass rim. You go back to rinsing off the dishes. “Glen’s objective during spring break is to get me laid.”
Ms.Valentine pours herself more wine as she listens to you. You look over at her. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that or even care.”
“You’ll know when the time is right, sweet face.” Her heels click closer to you. “If you ever need anyone to talk to, you can come to me.”
Her yearning eyes watch your lips and look back into your eyes. “My door is always open.”
Your dick twitches in your pants, wanting to escape the tightness of your boxer briefs. You could smell her sweet fragrance again and want to melt into her body. To rest your head on her soft cleavage. “Thank you. Ms. Valentine.”
“Of course, love.” She caresses your lean arm, squeezing it a bit to feel your muscles. “Can’t believe how much you’ve grown.”
You finish the last of the dishes and remove the cleaning gloves. “Yeah, I’m not so small anymore.” You laughed nervously.
“Is that so?” Ms. Valentine throws back the rest of her wine. “Maybe I’ll call you when I need help around the house.”
She picks up her phone from the counter and hands it to you. “Put your number in there,” she says.
Your palms felt clammy, and you tried not to lose your shit while you typed in your phone number. Ms. Valentine smiles. “I’ll call you so you can save my number. Now, make yourself comfortable in the guest room. You’ve helped enough.”
“Okay.” You begin walking out of the kitchen. “And thanks again for breakfast, Ms. Valentine. It was delicious.”
“Anytime, sweet face.” Ms. Valentine smiles.