It all started during your middle school years.

You were a young little twerp who was forced to go on your sister's friend's birthday party. It was because of your sister trying to insist mom and dad to let her go that you had to be stuck in this stranger's house.

Your parents couldn't trust her to go alone, so they had to come along with her. They couldn't just leave you alone at home, so they decided you should come along with.

And that's why you were sitting inside by the window, watching your sister play with a group of friends from your school, none of whom you've ever met or knew about.

It was the most boring thing you've ever done in your life.

Your sister has tried many times to get you to play with her and her friends, but you always stuck your tongue out and ran away to avoid her. Like H E double hockey sticks did you want to get cooties from playing with a bunch of girls. YOU DARE TO SHUDDER AT THE THOUGHT.

So for the whole entire day, while the adults were hanging out in the living room, and the other kids were playing outside with the birthday girl, your eleven year old butt sat around mindlessly in the kitchen.

But then, that's when you met the most beautiful woman in your entire life.

A mature lady, with long flowing blonde hair, and really big boobies.

And I mean, like, REALLY HUGE BOOBIES.

Like, they were some serious honkers.

A real set of badonkers.

She was packing some dobonhonkeros.

Massive dohoonkabhankaloos.

Big old tonhongerekoogers.

Gigantic bonkhonagahoogs

Humongous hungolomghononoloughongous.

So, anyway, yeah, that was the day you went through your puberty REALLY damn fast.

Turns out, she was the birthday girl's mom.

She was preparing to add the final touches for the birthday party and was preparing the cake, when she noticed you and asked if you could spare a hand to help her out.

As you helped her finish her cake, she wondered why you weren't out there playing with all the girls.

You explained to her that girls had cooties.

She laughed, "Well, I'm a girl too. How come you aren't afraid of me?"

"Because you're really pretty." You admitted unabashedly.

"Well, isn't that just adorable?" She giggled, scruffing up your hair. "Well, if you really don't have anything better to do, maybe you can help me around the house to make sure the party will end up alright?" She offered.

You followed her around like a lost puppy the entire day, cleaning the whole place and helping her get it all ready for dinner.

After everything was said and done, and you managed to impress her with your awesome big boy labor skills, she kneeled down and hugged you. Her humongous hungolomghononoloughongous squish against your face, and you nearly fainted from asphyxiation.

"Oh, you are a life saver! You just saved me about an hour's work of time!" She praised, "What was your name, sweetie?'

"John Doe."

"Oh, you're Shelly's little brother, aren't you? My daughter Stacy is great friends with her! Stacy talks about you a lot." She exclaimed pleasantly, "Well, after all the help you've given me, I think you deserve a little reward, don't you think?"

OH BOY, A REWARD!

"Name anything you want, I'll do my best to give it to you, okay?" She asked, "Is there anything that you want in return?"

"Can you be my girlfriend?" You asked innocently.

Stacy's mom looked at you in surprise, before giggling, "You are just the most precious thing ever. I'm so flattered to hear you say that. Sadly though, I don't think a relationship would work out between us..." She shook her head sadly, but then offered, "Here, how about a kiss on the cheek instead? Will that be alright?"

You nodded excitedly.

She chuckled and leaned in to kiss your cheek.

And from that day on, you have grown into a man.

You really liked your sister's friend's mom.

"You know, if you really want a girlfriend who might grow up to be like me one day," she smiled mischievously, "You should ask my daughter instead! I know a juicy secret that I bet your sister never told you before..."

She brought her lips next to your ear and whispered, "Stacy has a crush on you, John!"

You blushed at the thought.

Some girl had a crush on you? And that same girl happens to be the daughter of the woman with the giant boobs in front of you?

Welp... Cooties never killed anyone before. Why not?

And so, later that evening, when Stacy blew out the candles on her Twelfth birthday cake, you gave Stacy a love letter that asks her to be your girlfriend as a birthday gift.

It was apparently the best gift she had ever gotten and she said yes immediately, much to the delight of Stacy's mom, and the confusion of your sister.

And that's how you got to know Stacy and her hot mom.

For the rest of your middle school and high school years, you've been together with Stacy as her boyfriend.

You liked Stacy a lot. She was a great girlfriend and you loved hanging out with her. She absolutely loves you to bits, always doing her best to make sure you were absolutely happy.

Stacy's mom seems to be happy with you two as well and was extremely supportive of you both ever since then.

Your two families have gotten close to each other ever since that fateful day. Stacy and her mom was practically extended family at this point.

You would take every opportunity to visit her and her mom each chance you got, coming over to her house every day to hang out, getting to know the both of them better and better with each visit.

Even though you were quite happy being with Stacy... You never forgot the day you saw Stacy's mom for the first time in your life, and the raging emotions that stirred within you.

A huge part of you deep inside still carried a torch for Stacy's mom that only grew and grew each year that passed. You could no longer deny it to yourself.

You loved Stacy's mom much more than you did with Stacy. And you wanted her.

You wanted her bad.

Even now, when it was your eighteenth birthday today. All you wished for this birthday was for Stacy's mom to finally accept your feelings and become the love of your life. Now that you were technically considered an adult, Stacy's mom had to start seeing you in a new light. You being underaged shouldn't be an excuse anymore.

You know for a fact that she had to at least feel some attraction towards you. You've seen hints, every time you visited her as you grew up.

She would give comments about how handsome and tall you've gotten. She would even compliment on your physique, feeling up your arms and thigh muscles. You swear she's even started flirting with you and giving you sexy bedroom eyes more than once.

Each year that passes by, she started wearing skimpier and sluttier clothing that really gives more attention to her hips and BREASTICLES, showing them off to you and even randomly doing yoga positions for no reason when Stacy wasn't in the room with you.

Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you. Maybe you were just imagining things. Maybe you were just hoping for the impossible.

But god damn it, you still wanted to believe that it was true.

So you decided to risk it.

Today, on your eighteenth birthday, you are going to tell Stacy's mother how you felt about her for all these years. She's all you've ever wanted, and you've waited so long for this moment.

Damn the consequences, because do you know why?!

Stacy's mom has got it going on!

Author's Note: I don't know why I made this. I don't even have a good plan or idea, I just got bored and also had writer's block. Maybe something will come to me soon.

Readers, you are more than welcome to add your own chapters and ideas if you want. I'm looking forward to collaborating with anyone who wants to give it a shot.