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Chapter 1 — Post-Divorce Checklist

Sunday Night. June 21st.

Tiffany smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The brunette mother of two liked what she saw for the first time in years, and part of her credited that to her recent decisions. Filing for divorce was long overdue. She may have loved Brad twenty years ago, but plenty had changed since their original courtship, and she grew to hate the man she once adored.

It wasn’t as if her ex-husband didn’t hate her either. They fought constantly, never had sex, and genuinely disliked each other’s company. The last ten years of misery was more than enough for them to finally call it quits, and she thoroughly enjoyed being a single woman for the first time in over two decades.

Her twenty-two-year-old daughter split her time between the apartment that she shared with her two best friends, and her father’s new place. That didn’t come as much of a surprise to Tiffany either. Laura had always been a daddy’s girl, and Brad clearly preferred their daughter’s company to anyone else. They really were a perfect match for each other.

Her eighteen-year-old son was a much different story, however.

She’d always viewed Owen as her best friend, and she was overjoyed when he informed her that he would be living at home and commuting to college for his first semester in the fall. Actually, he’d asked if it would be a problem to continue living at home–presumably experiencing guilt because his older sister had moved out at nineteen–and she answered his question with a resounding no. Her incredible son could live with her for the rest of his life if he wanted! She loved having him around!

Her life had certainly improved after Brad moved out back in January. She remained in their suburban home, joined a gym and consistently worked out four times a week, and received both alimony and child support payments from her now ex-husband as well. Did she feel guilty taking a chunk of his paycheck every month? Maybe a little? Truthfully, she felt as though she deserved financial compensation for over twenty years of being Brad’s personal chef, maid, and nanny. He never came close to carrying his own weight throughout the course of their relationship.

The gym had absolutely paid major dividends as well. Like most mothers, Tiffany had let herself go a little bit over the years. Her formerly fit body was a thing of the past, and had been replaced by a more voluptuous figure. Her hips had grown wider, her butt bigger, and her stomach unfortunately followed suit, but she saw a noticeable change in the latter after improving her lifestyle. Her tummy actually looked sexy now!

There was one part of her that hadn’t changed, though.

Whether she gained weight, lost weight, or never shifted a single pound, her C-cup breasts always disappointed her. They just didn’t fit her body! Plus, noticeable sag accompanied her rather lackluster assets now that she was forty-three, but she never considered doing anything about it. Why would she? It really didn’t matter that much. She wasn’t a Hollywood starlet.

But it still bugged her.

The influx of new money into her life provided an opportunity to do the unimaginable. Plastic surgery was something for younger girls and trophy wives. Divorced moms shouldn’t concern themselves with superficial worries, but she was tired of always hating her bust whenever she observed her reflection or saw a picture of herself. Maybe it was time to do something about it?

Chapter 2 — Life Without Dad

The Following Morning. Monday. June 22nd.

Owen smiled to himself as he looked out the kitchen window. Was this a sign? Maybe he was meant to lounge around his ass for the next two and a half months, because his first day of work ended before it ever started.

His phone promptly dinged, and the text message from his buddy confirmed his hunch. His friend’s older brother’s landscaping business didn’t operate on rainy days, and it poured outside his house on this Monday morning. It looked like today would be spent playing Xbox before eventually hitting the gym later.

As awful as it sounded, he actually enjoyed life without his father. Mom seemed a million times happier without Dad around, and that was what mattered most to him. Dad was gone, Laura had moved out, and he savored the many benefits of living all alone with his mother.

Did Mom spoil him? It wouldn’t be truthful to say no. Not to mention that she constantly bought him gifts ever since the divorced was finalized. It was almost as if she went above and beyond to make him happy now that he was the only one left in the house, but he didn’t need lavish presents to treasure his spectacular mother. No, her mere presence was more than enough.

Maybe he would never move out? Why would he? He was the lucky son of an incredible mom who escort bayan loved to cook for him, buy him all kinds of gadgets, and hear about his day when they sat down for dinner. Not to mention that she adored him more than anyone else in the world. It was a particularly enjoyable situation to come home to every night.

“Good morning.”

He looked to his right to find his mother in a black bathrobe, her long brown hair and pretty chestnut eyes demanding his undivided attention–per usual.

“Hey, Mom,” he returned her greeting.

“It looks like someone’s off today,” she noted after taking a peek out the kitchen window.

“You can say that again,” he nodded in agreement. In fact, he was ready to go back to bed for a few hours. What was the only thing better than video games? Sleeping late, of course!

She turned on the coffee maker and rubbed her brown-haired son’s muscular shoulder softly. It was her go-to move whenever she wanted to butter him up. “Can you do me a big favor today, sweetheart? Since you don’t have to work.”

He didn’t like the sound of that. “What do you need?”

“Can you give the house a real good cleaning?” she asked, smiling up at his six-foot tall frame. “I have to stay late today for a meeting, and I haven’t had a chance to tidy up around here in a while. It would be very much appreciated if you could do it for me.”

He let out a deep exhale while turning back to the window. Unfortunately, heavy thunderstorms wouldn’t bail him out today, because he simply couldn’t say no to Mom. If she wanted something, then he did it.

“Sure,” he grunted, not a particularly happy-camper at the moment. So much for an entire day of playing Call of Duty online with his friends.

“Thanks so much,” she thanked him again.

“I’m happy to help.”

She didn’t believe him for a second. What eighteen-year-old guy wanted to clean? Hell, what guy of any age liked cleaning? Her ex-husband definitely never chipped in when it came to picking up around the house, but Owen never told her no when she asked for a favor. It was the number one difference between him and his father.

But as thankful as she was for his acceptance to do her job around the house while she was gone today, she also needed him for another daunting matter. She did a little thinking last night while trying to fall asleep. He may have been her son, but he was also the most important–and pretty much only–man in her life, and his opinion meant more than anyone’s.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

“He poured himself a bowl of cereal while he watched Mom take a seat at their oak kitchen table. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Listen, you’re eighteen now,” she reminded him.

His body immediately filled with terror. Uh-oh. Was this the precursor to a talk regarding their living arrangement? What if Mom wanted him to move out? What if she was ready to rejoin the dating scene, and didn’t want the burden of living with her son while she looked for a new man? Or what if she just didn’t want him around anymore?

He nodded nervously as he joined her at the table.

“So, you’re old enough to have an adult discussion with me,” she said.

This was it. Everything would officially change on the first real day of summer vacation. Mom may have loved him, but he’d clearly overstayed his welcome, and she was ready to express her honest opinion loud and clear.

“Right?” she asked, encouraging her stoic son to acknowledge her statement.

He nodded.

“You’re also not a little boy anymore,” she continued with her thoughts. “You’re a man now.”

“I’ll start looking for my own place.”

Her groggy eyes squinted in confusion. His bizarre declaration certainly helped to wake her up completely. “What did you just say?”

“I’ll start looking for my own place,” he repeated himself. “Craig and Jesse just moved into an apartment together, and I know that they have an extra room. I’ll talk to them about renting it.”

She hastily shook her head, horrified by the idea of him moving out. “Where is this coming from?”

“That’s what you want to talk about, right?” he questioned. “How I’m not a little boy anymore. How I’m a man who’s old enough to have an adult discussion with you.”

“Oh my God, sweetheart, I don’t want you to move out!”

Relief flooded his body from head-to-toe. “You don’t?”

“Of course not!” she reacted passionately. “Honey, that’s my worst nightmare! Please, please, please don’t ever feel in a rush to move out. I would love to have you live with me forever.”

He wasn’t sure about living with Mom forever, but it sure felt nice to know that he was wanted. Why had he jumped to the worst-case scenario? When did Mom ever show him anything other than affection? Of course, she would always want him in her life! She loved him!

“Did I do something to make you think that I don’t want you around?” she questioned, her voice unusually shaky. “Because that couldn’t be further from the truth. tuzla genç escort I absolutely love having you live here. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

“I don’t know why my mind went there, to be honest. Maybe with Dad moving out and Laura having already moved out a while ago? So, I just kind of assumed that’s what you were addressing when you reminded me that I’m eighteen.”

She needed to make one thing extremely clear. “Promise me that you won’t move out anytime soon.”

Thirty seconds ago, he’d dreaded the possibility that his mother wanted him out of the house. Now, she requested that he guaranteed to stick around for the foreseeable future. It was an awesome turn of events.

“I would love to live here until I finish college.”

“At least until you finish college,” she added her two cents. “You should give yourself some time to save money for a house after you get a real job too.”

He liked the sound of that.

“So, you can move out after your fortieth birthday, deal?” she proposed with a slightly sarcastic smirk.

She laughed along with her son, but she honestly wasn’t joking. Ideally, her baby would live with her forever. He was the only man that she ever felt such strong emotions for, so she would savor every remaining second with her angel. Oh, and she would do her absolute best to give him plenty of motivation to stay by treating him like a king.

“Are you done terrifying me with thoughts of moving out?”

He nodded with a smile.

“Okay, so let me get back on track,” she started again. “Now, I want to discuss something with you, and I’m fairly certain that it will make you extremely uncomfortable.”

He prepared himself for anything.

“I also wanted to wait until you finished high school. That way none of your friends would tease you or anything.”

Her strange choice of words definitely captured his attention. She didn’t want his friends to tease him? What in the world was she talking about?

Tiffany took a deep breath and went for it. She’d made an effort to work on her confidence lately, after all. If she wanted something, then she went for it. Her days of holding back were over.

“I’m thinking about getting a boob job.”

His spoon fell from his hand and crashed to the wood below, the sharp sound amplified by the lack of noise in the kitchen. Owen was far too stunned to properly express himself, while Tiffany wouldn’t dare make a move until her son verbalized his thoughts. Confident or not, she couldn’t help but value the opinion of the man seated across the table.

“Bo-bo-boob job?” he inquired with a flabbergasted stammer. “You want to get a…boob job?”

She decided to let her baby into her personal life. “I’ve never liked my boobs. Even back when I was younger. I always thought that bigger boobs would fit my body better, and I started to wonder why I never did anything about it. Why not make myself happy, you know?”

He couldn’t argue the fact that big boobs would be the perfect addition to his mother’s curvy frame. At five-foot-three, her big ass and juicy hips demanded the attention of every man she came into contact with on a daily basis, and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how unbelievable she would look with a big set of tits to match. Maybe she was onto something with her wild announcement?

“Well, you should be happy,” he voiced his honest thoughts.

She smiled from ear-to-ear. He was so much different from his mediocre father. “You wouldn’t have a problem with me doing something like that?”

“Mom, it’s your body, so it’s your decision. No one’s opinion should matter other than yours.”

She fought the urge to get up and give him a big hug. It was the exact support that she’d always craved in her life! Her ex-husband constantly let her down, but her angelic son always made her feel like she could take on the world.

“I’ve actually done a little research about the doctors around us.”

“You’re that serious about this?” he asked, collecting his spoon and helping himself to a bite of his cereal.

She headed over to the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee before soon returning to her seat. “I am. I’ve really been thinking about it for a few weeks. You know, about what size and stuff like that.”

His eyebrows perked up.

“What’s that look for?” she asked.

“Um…what size were you thinking?”

She blushed, unable to hide her smile as she looked down at the kitchen table. She couldn’t believe what she was about to discuss with her favorite child–as inappropriate as that was to admit. She loved Laura, but she absolutely adored Owen.

She looked up and locked eyes with him. “You honestly want to know?”

“Yeah, I do,” he nodded, his nervous energy fading away. He loved that Mom felt comfortable enough with him to talk about such personal matters.

“I want big boobs.”

His cock twitched under the table. “You do?”

“Mm-hmm,” she confirmed before taking tuzla kendi evi olan escort a sip of coffee. “I always have. I think they would really complement my body if they were larger than average.”

How could life keep getting better? Not only did he have Mom to himself, but now she wanted a boob job. And not just a minor upgrade, but big boobs! It was his ultimate turn on!

Was he sexually attracted to his mother? Absolutely. Something would be wrong with him if he wasn’t. She was beautiful, sweet, and simultaneously bubbly, and he loved her beyond words. If she possessed a flaw–and he would argue intensely against such an absurd notion–then her underwhelming bust would qualify as the one less-than-stellar part of her. Mom was right. Big boobs would serve as the perfect addition to her thick body.

And he planned to tell her exactly that. After double-checking, of course. She was still his mother at the end of the day.

“You want my opinion, right? I assume that’s why you brought this up to me.”

“Yes, I want your opinion,” she verified, her gaze swarming with anxiety. She couldn’t help but worry that he would view her negatively after what they discussed. They were talking about a boob job, for God’s sake!

“Listen, Mom, you’re gorgeous. You really are. I think you’re beautiful just the way you are.”

Her stomach dropped. As flattering as she found his compliment, his lack of support disappointed her. Or maybe she had unrealistic expectations? She’d seriously thought that her son would encourage her to get plastic surgery? Really?

“Now, with that being said, I think that you would look absolutely unreal if you went through with this,” he finished.

Her eyes lit up with excitement.

“Truthfully, my biggest concern is all the attention you’ll get,” he said. “Men will be drooling over you more than they already are now, and I really don’t like that.”

Had she ever felt better about herself? Owen had just told her that she was beautiful, commented about how many men loved her body, and also managed to reaffirm how protective he felt of her. If a better son existed somewhere in the world, then she wanted to be introduced to him, because her perfect angel really was the greatest.

“Sweetheart, I’m not interested in dating anytime soon,” she calmed his worries. “I need a long break from men after dealing with your father for twenty-two years. Trust me, I’m not doing this for attention.”

That was music to his ears. “I say to go for it then if it makes you happy.”

“I love you so much,” she reminded him, basking in his onslaught of praise over the past few minutes. “Never forget that.”

“I’ll try not to,” he laughed.

She watched him eat his cereal like only a truly smitten mother could. She knew that she would never love anyone else even a fraction as much as she loved him, and she honestly didn’t want him to leave her either. She would gladly sit at the kitchen table with him every morning for the next twenty years.

“I’m going to make you super uncomfortable one more time, okay?”

He looked up from his breakfast, unsure if Mom could pull off such a feat after their conversation so far. He’d just suggested that she get a boob job. How much wilder could their morning get?

“Now, you’re a very fit guy,” she pointed out, observing his athletic frame and many muscles. “You’re also very active and energetic, so I’m sure that you have a high sex drive.”

Owen gulped.

“I’m saying this because I’m sure that you watch porn.”

Mom was right about making him uncomfortable. Somehow, she’d taken things to an entirely different level.

“Well…um…I mean–“

“Sweetheart, it’s fine,” she cut him off, encouraging him to move past how awkward he behaved when they discussed sex. “You’re a healthy young man, so I’m sure that you watch it all the time. Hell, your father watched a ton of porn and he isn’t in half as good of shape as you are!”

Dad watched porn? The shocking revelations truly never stopped.

“I’m saying this because I know how incredible some of those girls’ boobs are,” she said, reflecting on the many times she’d looked through her ex-husband’s browser history.

He definitely couldn’t call Mom a liar.

“So, do you know of any girls with my type of body that had boob jobs? It would really help if I could see some examples. It would help me to put things in perspective.”

While a few girls immediately came to mind, only one stood above the rest. She also just so happened to be his favorite porn star of all-time. Now, he possessed the ability to influence his mother’s decision. It may have seemed outlandish only fifteen minutes ago, but he could turn Mom into his ultimate dream woman.

He retrieved his phone from his athletic shorts and did the unimaginable. A quick search resulted in thousands of images of his go-to porn star, but sliding his phone across the table was what he still struggled to comprehend. He never would’ve imagined showing his mother porn.

Mom’s eyebrows perked up when she observed the numerous images on the screen. “Whoa.”

He crossed his fingers that he didn’t step over the line. The last thing he desired was to ruin their relationship.

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