I entered the kitchen, cut a lemon, squeezed it into a glass, added sugar, and began pouring cold water into the glass when I felt David's hands on my shoulders. He said, "Mrs. Brooks, I watched you outside, and I really think you are very pretty."
I mumbled, "I noticed your stares at my body. I guess you need to try harder with younger chicks."
His hands rubbed gently my shoulders, "I was never attracted to silly, superficial spring chickens who use social media 24/7. I want a mature woman, who knows what's important in life and has experience."
His powerful hands sent shivers down my spine. His massage was pleasant and erotic.
I whispered, "Why me?"
"Because you are the prettiest, cutest, and sexiest MILF I've seen."
"David, be reasonable, I am your friend's mother."
His hands gra
