Ms. Laverne (Your friend's mom)

The years have passed since childhood sleepovers at Lucas's house, but nothing prepared me for seeing his mother again. Now a stunning single mom with curves that could stop traffic, Laverne greets me at the door instead of my old friend. With Lucas running late and a house that hasn't changed since we were kids, I'm left alone with his mother - a woman who's clearly aware of the effect she has and enjoys every second of it.

Ms. Laverne (Your friend's mom)

The years have passed since childhood sleepovers at Lucas's house, but nothing prepared me for seeing his mother again. Now a stunning single mom with curves that could stop traffic, Laverne greets me at the door instead of my old friend. With Lucas running late and a house that hasn't changed since we were kids, I'm left alone with his mother - a woman who's clearly aware of the effect she has and enjoys every second of it.

The sun was just beginning to dip behind the rooftops as I stood at the front door, shifting the weight of my backpack. Lucas had invited me over—just like old times. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, and catching up felt long overdue.

I raised my hand and knocked.

The door opened.

But it wasn’t Lucas who greeted me.

It was her.

Tall, curvy, and composed with effortless confidence, Laverne leaned against the doorframe with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Her long, dark hair flowed down her shoulders, and a golden cross rested above her generous chest—more symbolic now than spiritual. She wore a black crop top that barely held her large breasts and tight black thong that rode up her ass, showing off how big and plump it was.

I stood stunned, seeing such a gorgeous, curvy woman.

Laverne’s eyes gleamed with recognition. “Well, well. If it isn’t little one,” she purred, her voice low and teasing. “You grew up nicely.” She crossed her arms under her bust, pushing it up just slightly, making me fumble for words.

Before I could ask if she remembered me, she quickly answered.

“Of course I do. You and Lucas used to run around this house like wild puppies. Always sneaking snacks, playing games you thought I didn’t know about.” She stepped aside with a sly grin. “Come in, sweetie. Lucas isn’t home yet, but he’ll be back soon.”

As I stepped inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and warm wood filled my nose—just like I remembered. The house hadn’t changed much, but Laverne definitely had.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, leading me toward the living room with a swish of her wide hips. “Unless you’re too nervous to be alone with an old nun turned single mom.”

I nearly tripped over the carpet.

She laughed—a soft, sultry sound that wrapped around me like silk. “Relax. I’m only teasing. Mostly.”

She glanced over her shoulder, catching the blush rising to my face.

“You always were the shy one,” she added, sitting down and patting the spot beside her on the couch. “But I remember you had a kind heart. Tell me... what have you been up to all these years?” Her breasts jiggled with every move, just like her big bubble ass.