After I broke up with a college girlfriend Randi, I found myself hanging out with her mother Carissa. This isn’t as odd as it sounds. Carissa was a pretty middle aged widow, semi-retired already, in her mid 40’s, who spent a lot of time gardening, volunteering, and cooking. She and I got along from the git go, often better than Randi, who was often a high maintenance cunt on wheels. So after I was no longer banging her slutty daughter, I was spending afternoons and occasional evenings over with Carissa, doing handyman work, mowing lawns, reaching for things off high shelves, or just hanging with her watching TV or playing cards.
There was never anything sexual or inappropriate between us, not at first. Not that I would have minded, since Carissa, although plump, had amazing curves, huge breasts that she kept locked away in monstrous bras, lovely black hair, great skin, flashing eyes, and a glinting smile. She was smart and funny, and, I think, a little lonely, and she appreciated having a young man hanging around. As for me, it was a good place to escape my loud dorm at college, a quiet place I could read or study, where there was always a fridge stocked with great food, and the pleasant company of a well-rounded (in all aspects) and friendly, good humored woman.