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My Mothers Boyfriend

My Mothers Boyfriend

Chapter 1

Janet leaned against the sleek glass window of their 27th-floor condo, watching the city bustle below. The lights danced like fireflies in the darkness, a mesmerizing sight that usually brought her solace. But tonight, on Valentine’s Day, her thoughts were elsewhere, occupied by the arrival of her mom’s new boyfriend Mark.

Her mom, Sarah let the dust settle in her messy divorce for over a year before diving into the world of dating apps, seeking companionship. But no matter how much time passed, Janet couldn’t accept that Sarah needed to move on. She felt a sense of loneliness gnawing at her heart—a longing for the dead-beat father she had lost contact with and a growing fear that her and her mom were beginning to grow apart. Deep down she yearned for the sense of completeness, and belonging, that had eluded her since her parent's divorce.

The sight of her mom preparing for her date with Mark only served to amplify her sense of emptiness. Sarah glowed with happiness. Janet longed for the kind of connection like the one her mom shared with Mark, a connection that seemed to fill the room with warmth and laughter.

Janet looked at her mom who was applying make-up on in the mirror. Sarah’s chestnut locks cascaded in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her face and highlighting her hazel eyes. Every curve of her figure was accentuated by the form-fitting crimson dress, which hugged her shapely silhouette, accentuating her slender ...

... waist and ample bosom. The neckline dipped provocatively revealing her alluring cleavage that hinted at her large round breasts, while the hemline grazed her thighs sensually showing off her firm calves. As she added the finishing touches—a sweep of scarlet lipstick, a spritz of her favorite perfume—Sarah couldn't help but smile at the reflection before her.

Sarah's gaze lingered on Janet in the mirror, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes. "Are you going to dress up for dinner?" she asked, her voice laced with gentle encouragement.

Janet met her mother's gaze, a faint trace of resistance in her eyes. "Why? I am dressed fine for dinner?" she replied, as she pointed to her camisole and yoga pants, her voice tinged with annoyance. The prospect of the evening hanging out with her mom’s new boyfriend weighed heavily on her mind, stirring up a mix of emotions she couldn't quite shake.

"You want to make a good impression, don't you?" Sarah pressed, her words carrying a subtle plea. Deep down, she hoped that Janet and Mark would hit it off—that they would find common ground and forge a connection that would bring them closer together as a family.

Janet hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor as she considered her mother's words. Despite her reservations, she knew that Sarah wouldn’t let the issue go. Her “fuck me” dress said it all, Janet was extra baggage. With a resigned sigh, she nodded slowly. "Okay," she conceded, her voice softening with a hint of ...