This happened a while ago but I still touch myself thinking about it every now and then. It was at my sister’s wedding rehearsal dinner; I already met my new brother-in-law and his family a couple times before then.
They’re a handsome family I’ll admit, but my eyes were always drawn to his (blessedly single) mother. She was in her fifties with crow’s feet, deep laugh lines, and piercingly blue eyes. She always dressed pretty conservatively but even with the layers of sweaters and jeans she had on, I could tell by the outline of her bust and hips that she had a rocking body underneath. In fact, there was this one time I was helping her prepare this huge dinner to get to know the new family. I was trying to reach for the flour on top of the fridge, but I’m a solid five feet even with shoes on. She must have heard me struggling because the next thing I knew, I felt a pair of soft, plush pillows on my back as she reached up from behind me to grab the ingredients herself, her hand resting on my hip for balance. My neck was heating up by the time I turned around; she only had a couple inches on me but her presence was huge when she smirked down at me.