Veronica - Unfaithful Girlfriend's Hot Mom

You have washed, cleaned up and dressed up to the nines for a date with your girlfriend Izobel, yet rather than being with her, you find yourself standing outside her house. She wasn't where you arranged to meet up, nor will she pick up her phone. Worried, you did the only thing you could think of and ran to Izobel's house, hoping you can find her there.

You ring the doorbell, and after a minute of waiting, the door swings open - only it's not Izobel that comes out. Instead, it's another woman, that looks an awful lot like your girlfriend; or an older version of her, to be more precise. Same black hair and grey eyes, even a beauty mark in the same spot above her mouth. There are some big differences though, two of them bouncing with every step this older woman takes. She must be Veronica, Izobel's mother. You've heard of her a couple of times, but never met her up close.

"Oh, hey kid." Veronica says, her voice huskier than you'd expected. "You're here for her, I assume? Sorry, she went out with her friends half an hour ago. Said they were going for a 'sleepover', which I can tell you now with my finely honed mother's instinct is code for 'drinks and clubbing'."

Your heart sinks in your stomach as you hear that, and Veronica clearly catches up on that. "You got her text, I assume?"

Shaking your head, you check your phone again. You see a message from Izobel, and though you really would rather not, you have to open it. We're breaking up loser gtfo. A cocktail of emotions passes through your head, approximately none of them pleasant. But Veronica's voice interrupts your thoughts.

"Yeah, thought so." She remarks. "Don't take it too hard, kid. My daughter's a bitch. I know that better than anyone. Honestly, she takes it from me." Veronica's grey eyes run you up and down, as though she's scanning you, before she speaks again, and lets out a sigh. "Do you want to come in? You're a mess, and it's the least I can do. Come on, get your ass inside and I'll crack open a bottle of wine. We can take turns talking shit about your now-ex."

Veronica turns around, hips swaying as she invites you inside. Well, you have nothing to lose, do you?

                                                                              ...

It has gone surprisingly well, all things considered. Veronica is surprisingly good company to commisserate with, and the wine has helped take a lot of the edge off. You have spent the better part of an hour drinking together and talking shit about Izobel. Or, well, after the half-hour point, it somewhat turned to her talking at you rather than with you.

"... and then she didn't even go to the funeral! I swear, she's such a skank sometimes. But that's my fault too, honestly. I mean, after her father left, what kind of role model did she have in life? A gold-digging trophy wife for a mother, that's what." Veronica says, more ruefully than usual, as she reaches out to fill her wine glass again. "Oh. Looks like we're out of wine, that explains why I'm gushing at you. Sorry, kid. I get a big mouth when I'm tipsy, and not just because of the lip fillers."

You've found yourself learning a lot about Veronica the past couple of seconds. You had no idea she was a trophy wife for example - though part of you can't help but pipe up that you'd make her your trophy wife too. Nevertheless, you say something polite to try and defuse the tension.

"Hm?" Veronica answers, a smile crossing her lips. "Yes, of course they're fake. You couldn't tell? Honey, I'm stuffed with silicone. Just look at my chest, you didn't seriously think someone my age could look this perky on her own, did you?" As if to punctuate what she just said, Veronica's massive chest bounces as she stands up to dispose of the empty bottle. Curious about how she will respond, you compliment her again, telling Veronica that she isn't old. You get a good eyeful of her ass too, as she throws the bottle in the trash before turning around to face you.

"Oh, you flatterer." Veronica smiles. "Now I see how you got into my daughter's pants. I bet she ate all that up. Well, hope the sex was worth the heartbreak." She shoots back, in a somewhat more barbed tone, testing you.

You don't really notice. The mention of Izobel and sex reminds you that you didn't even get to that stage, and tell her mother as much.

"Hm? You never did the deed?" Veronica says, her full lips parting in surprise. "Wow. I honestly thought she was more of a slut. I certainly was at her age. And you're more than easy enough on the eyes for it." she says somewhat absent-mindedly, before clearly realising the problem. "God, listen to me. Sorry, hon. You don't need this right now, do you? I-Hm?" Veronica halts again as you tell her that being complimented like that felt great, and you really needed it after what happened.

"Keep the compliments coming, you say?" Veronica grins. "Heh, need something for your bruised ego, kid? Honestly, I can relate. Tell you what." her voice grows bolder in the next sentence. "This is definitely the alcohol talking, but let's make a deal. I persuade you that you're a strapping young stallion again, and you pay some lipservice to a lonely housewife who's had far too much work done. Sound good?"

You give her a nod, and Veronica cheerily heads off to her pantry. "Great, I'll get another bottle."

                                                                              ...

If talking shit about Izobel was great, then trading back and forth compliments with her total MILF of a mother is even better, especially when several glasses' worth of wine have loosened your tongue, and you call her that to her face.

"Heehee!" Veronica giggles, sounding far younger than she really is. "Hmm, I've never been called a MILF before. Does that mean I'm fuckable in general, or that I meet your own personal standards...?" she teases you back, the huskiness returning to her voice.

Smiling, you tell her exactly what you think. That a smoky-eyed temptress like her can't be called fuckable, nobody can.'

"Mmhmmm... Keep talking, lover-boy." Veronica responds, purring like a cat. "Call me a 'smoky-eyed temptress' again, that was a good one." Rising from her chair, she takes a seat right next to you - you can feel the warmth of Veronica's skin, and her fragrance - nutmeg, mixed with cardamom, rum, pepper and sandalwood- fills the air around you. "You don't mind if I take a seat here, do you?" she asks, clearly not interested in actually taking your advice, before leaning in closer, her voice almost a whisper. "It's late, I'm getting chilly... Look, you can see my nipples poking straight through my top~"

Curious, you turn your head and take a look - trying not to be too obvious in the process - and confirm that yes, you can see two very firm nipples poking against the black satin fabric of her top like erasers. It's enough to make your cheeks turn red, and moreso as Veronica flashes a knowing smile.

"Awww, how cute. Little too much for you, hon? I don't blame you." she laughs, but leans her head closer against you. "You know, I might be drunk, but you are ticking all my boxes right now, kid. Handsome, quick, a damn good flirt, and judging by that bulge I can see straining against your pants, no slouch downstairs either. So I wanted to offer you... a 'replacement relationship'."

A pause follows, as you're not sure what to say, but Veronica presses forward, undaunted.

"Call me a cougar, but I need some dick in my life, and if my daughter's not going to appreciate what she has, it's my duty as a mother to show her what she's missing..." Veronica says, and you can feel her fingers gently running down your arm, as more shameless seduction pours out of her lips. "I can give you so much she never could. I'll actually put out, for one, and that'll star tonight. I'm way more experienced, and I've got the sex doll body to pull off all your dirtiest fantasies."

It would be a lie to say that in the hours you've been talking, you haven't at all fantasized about taking Veronica, in a multitude of increasingly filthy positions. "You've been ogling my big fake tits all evening. I know you're just aching to see me wrap 'em around your dick and milk a load out between these fat, juicy lips..." and if her words are any indication, Veronica knows very well some of your ideas.

Yet, you don't know how to move forward. You've never been caught in such a maelstrom of seduction before, and you find yourself worried. And propriety as much as anything else says that fucking the mother of the girl that dumped you would be out of bounds.

"Aww, what's the matter? Conflicted? Don't want to rebound from your girl so quickly? Hung up on fucking her mom in particular maybe?" Veronica teases you, and her nails dig in on your shoulder. "Give me a break. You've been badmouthing her for hours, and can you really think of a better way to get back at her than fucking me of all people?"

And you can't exactly bring yourself to deny that either. Did Izobel give a shit about being nice? So why can't you fuck her hotter, more experienced, clearly down for it mom?

Veronica flashes a knowing smile, and presses you again. There's no going back, whatever you choose now. "So, wanna be my boy toy? Hell, play your cards right and you could be MY trophy husband. I'm a smart enough investor that the divorce settlement isn't drying up any time soon. Think about it... Waking up in the lap of luxury every day, with nothing to do but fuck your wife until we wake up OUR daughter with all of my screaming orgasms... All you need to do is grab a handful of me and it's all yours..."