His Son’s Former Girlfriend

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For Bob Boland, getting used to being single again after 24 years of marriage wasn’t easy at first but he was starting to get the hang of it after he realized that he could now look at other women without being subtle, and that while he was 51 he was in decent shape and not all that bad looking.

After he had caught her cheating with another and they came to an agreement, Bob’s wife had pretty much kept up with her end of the bargain, having waited until their son Gary was through high school before pulling the plug on their union, although the boy probably hadn’t even arrived at his college last fall when Elaine started moving her things out.

Gary seemed to have taken the news well when he learned her parents were divorcing, likely having seen the writing on the wall along the way, and when he came home for the summer after his freshman year he was his jovial self for the most part when he visited his Dad.

“Oh no,” Gary had said to his father the night he got home when the phone rang. “If that’s Mary Ann, tell her I’m not here.”

“Mary Ann Panza?” I asked, recalling quite fondly his son’s old girlfriend who had been a fixture around the house for most of their high school years. “I know you two broke up, but why the hostility?”

“She won’t take no for an answer. She was okay but I’ve moved on,” Gary told his Dad as the phone answered itself and the neighbor girl’s voice left a message. “Besides, she’s like a cow now.”

Bob shrugged at hearing that, because while he had noticed when seeing the teen around town Mary Ann had put on a few pounds but she wasn’t morbidly obese by any stretch of the imagination and much of the extra weight seemed to be in the right places.

“If she comes by, tell her I’ve got a girlfriend at school,” Gary asked. “Tell her anything.”

“I won’t lie for you, especially to a nice girl like Mary Ann,” Bob cautioned his boy, who would be spending the next week at his mother’s new place with her new partner, a woman she worked with.

“It’s not a lie. I do have a girlfriend and it’s pretty serious. I told Mary Ann that.”

“Well then, I’ll tell her that too I guess,” his father replied, although he suspected he would be a lot more tactful than his brash son was.

***

That night before turning in Bob happened to overhear his son talking to a friend on the phone, although Gary talked so loud it didn’t take much to listen in to his son’s half of the conversation, and since the topic was sex Bob was all ears.

“She’s called here a half dozen times since I got home,” Gary told his friend, and that made it easy to figure out who the “she” was. “Yeah, I did hear that she’s gained a lot of weight. I don’t even pick up but the messages are pitiful. ‘Oh Gary, why don’t we get together one night?’ or ‘Gee Gary, we had such a great thing together and I’ll do anything to make it good for you. Didn’t I always do whatever you wanted?’ – how desperate can you get?”

“No, because if I give in and fuck her, I’ll have to break up with her all over again,” Gary contended. “Anyway, while I was gone Mark Goodman said he got Mary Ann drunk one night and did her in the woods. Said her pussy was so hairy that he had trouble finding the hole.”

“Yeah, I used to have to tell her to shave that thing, or at least trim it,” Gary told his friend after hearing the half of the chat his father wasn’t privy to. “One time I told her she had to trim that frigging jungle and she went, ‘I just did!'” Who wants that? This broad I’m seeing at college gets waxed from the neck down. Smooth as a billiard ball. Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

Gary’s father winced upon hearing that and mercifully the topic of the conversation changed, but as Bob Boland went back to reading the paper he couldn’t help to think that the acorn couldn’t have fallen farther from the tree.

Not only did the prospect of having sex with a female without body hair repulse the middle-aged man – his wife had herself began heading that way in recent years – trimming and trimming a glorious bush until it became just a little patch of fur – but the way his son derided the poor dumped girl to others disappointed him. He wasn’t a kid any more but nearly 20, and that was a childish way to behave.

Besides, Bob mused to himself, if his son was that bothered by women with body hair, he had better hope he didn’t get a glimpse of his mother’s girlfriend during the time he was over there.

Bob himself had seen his ex-wife’s partner Martha Woods as naked as a jaybird the day he accidentally caught them together, and that woman had obviously not only never taken a razor anywhere near her pubic forest but she didn’t seem to groom her body hair anywhere else if that brief glimpse was any indication.

Funny thing was, Bob recalled, was that despite his ex’s flame having a face like a bulldog, he had thought Martha was a lot more erotic looking than his wife had become to him.

***

“Just like usual,” Bob Boland said to himself after his son had left to spend a week of his summer with his mother and her girlfriend, and then he comically broke into casino siteleri a bit of the old Eric Carmen song, “All by myself, don’t want to be all by myself anymore.”

“Well there’s no need to stay home and pout,” Bob scolded himself, the idea that he was talking to himself a lot since Elaine departed more amusing than troublesome.

So after showering and getting dressed Bob tried to decide what to do later that evening, and having been unfettered for almost a year he knew the handful of choices where cougars hung out. While while at 51 Bob knew he wasn’t cougar bait, a couple times when the middle-aged gals got desperate as closing time approached he had gotten lucky.

Just last week he had moved in on a tipsy gal and after buying her a drink, ended up having the woman sucking his cock out behind the bar. What made it more memorable was after the fact when she gave him her name and number before departing, he remembered why she looked familiar. Somehow the idea that the wife of the first boss he had at his company – a real miserable SOB – was on her knees giving him head with her wedding ring on had an element of schadenfreude attached.

As Bob was puttering around he happened to glance out the window, and who by chance was strolling past looking up hopefully towards his house but the girl from down the road, the infamously jilted Mary Ann Panza, and as he watched the chubby chick walk by he thought his son was a fool.

Chunky? No doubt about that. While she was never a svelte girl Mary Ann had definitely gained some weight and might be packing 150 or so pounds on her 5’4″ frame, and the short bowl-like haircut did nothing to make her face look thinner either. Still, there was no ignoring Mary Ann was busty, although the ill-fitting bra she had on under her top was no help, and while her backside was plump as well it was nice to look at in those shorts and her legs were still shapely.

After Mary Ann disappeared Bob sighed and was prepared to go find something to watch on TV until Mary Ann came walking past the house again, this time pausing out front as she seemed to be debating with herself what to do.

“Come on up and visit,” Bob urged from behind the curtains, the idea of getting to talk to a female much preferred to reruns of Family Guy, and as if he had influenced the teen, Mary Ann walked up the driveway to the door.

Bob took his time after the girl rang the bell, not wanting her to think he was aware of her being outside, and in a way she seemed relieved when the elder Boland answered the bell.

“Hi Mr. Boland,” the cherubic teen said cheerfully.

“Hello yourself Mary Ann Panza! You’re a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you that,” Bob replied, trying to control his enthusiasm.

“Is – uh – Gary here?” Mary Ann asked tentatively, holding up a Blink 182 CD in her hand. “I heard he came home yesterday and I just wanted to give him this back and – uh – say hi.”

“Gary is back but he’s spending a week with his mother,” Bob explained. “We’re sharing the lad.”

“Oh, well could you give him this and tell him I…”

“Why don’t you come for a while? We can have a chat and catch up,” Bob offered. “I’m sure you have better things to do than yak with an old coot like me but…”

“No, I’d like that,” Mary Ann responded quickly, and as Bob held the door open wide and stepped aside so his boy’s ex-girlfriend could enter his elbow accidentally brushed against her breast, triggering a bit of an erection that made the older man shake his head as he escorted Mary Ann into the kitchen.

“So what’s new with you dear?” Bob asked after he got them both a soda and sat at the kitchen table.

“Not much. I start college in the fall. Community college,” Mary Ann said with a shrug. “That’s what you get when you have to repeat a grade.”

“Good for you regardless. I bet your folks are proud of you.”

“I guess,” Mary Ann said as she nervously played with the CD before setting it down on the table. “Gary? Did he say anything about me?”

“He told me you two had broken up, and I’m really sorry about that because I thought you two were a great couple and could imagine wedding bells somewhere down the road for you guys,” Bob admitted, and as he watched Mary Ann’s eyes well up a bit he looked down, preferring to look at her prominent breasts instead.

“Me too. He told me he had a girlfriend.”

“That’s what he told me,” Bob responded. “He claims they’re serious, but I don’t know. Never met her.”

“I…” Mary Ann started to say and then stopped, wringing her trembling hands instead of talking, and Bob found himself reaching over to pat them.

“Hey, I know it’s no fun when somebody leaves you. We’re in the same boat there,” the older man told her, but when it was clear that was no help he stood up and helped the sobbing girl to her feet because the kitchen was too starkly bright for this. “Let’s go into the living room.”

He managed to get the girl over to the sofa before she broke down, and as he eased into the couch Bob was at her side, holding her and trying to console the distraught teen while savoring slot oyna the softly floral scent of her hair.

“Big baby,” Mary Ann blurted out after she got a degree of control of her emotions, and as she took the box of tissues her ex’s Dad offered and dabbed her eyes she apologized. “Did this a lot at first, but I thought I was over it. Seeing you and this house again brings back a lot of memories.”

“I know. I live it everyday here,” Bob agreed, although to be honest the amount of tears he had shed since Eileen left was minimal.

“I was surprised that you and Mrs. Boland split up,” Mary Ann said, her red cheeks and eyes giving her face a bit of color.

“I was shocked too, especially when I came home and caught her in the act with her new flame, and added onto that was learning the other man was in fact a woman,” Bob said and then apologized adding, “Sorry. More info than you needed.”

“No, I knew – well – I mean I know a lot of women are bisexual,” Mary Ann stated, and the way the girl backpedaled made a thought cross Bob Boland’s mind that perhaps Mary Ann Panza had first hand knowledge that his wife wasn’t straight, but he shook that off as being just a horny man’s thought process.

“Anyway, here I am in a house too big for one but also something I can’t sell given the real estate market around here,” Bob explained. “Pretty sad, huh Mary Ann? I thought I had the good life up until a couple of years ago. Now?”

“I know how you feel,” Mary Ann agreed. “No fun being alone.”

“You? You’re still young and pretty,” Bod suggested, but Mary Ann shook her head.

“Nobody wants a fat girl.”

“You aren’t fat. So you have a few extra pounds on you. Who cares?”

“Gary must have, and other guys aren’t exactly lining up,” Mary Ann admitted.

“I wouldn’t let Gary’s silliness influence you that much,” Bob suggested. “He’s rather immature at times.”

“I loved him,” Mary Ann told the boy’s father. “I did anything he asked but it was never enough. After he dumped me and took off for college I was in a funk for months. I ate non-stop. I used to take a pint of Ben and Jerry’s into my bedroom with a spoon and eat the whole thing.”

“Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be eaten?” Bob quipped in an attempt to lighten her mood.

“Not when you’re always fighting your weight like I do, and then around Halloween my mother looks for the candy she bought to give out and couldn’t find it,” Mary Ann revealed. “I had eaten it all. Bags of peanut butter cups and Hershey bars. I just sat in my room doing my homework and eating junk. Now look at me. I gained 30 pounds.”

“I think you look wonderful. Not every guy is infatuated with anorexic models you know,” Bob told her as he put his arm around her shoulder, and when Mary Ann eased against him he continued. “Do you still binge on that stuff?”

“No, but the damage was done.”

“This doesn’t help, but there are worse things in the world than eating candy to ease the pain,” Bob advised as he inhaled the sweet scent of the teen. “Drugs and booze are worse.”

“Did that too. I started drinking out of my parents liquor cabinet, and when the weather got warm I started hanging out with the old gang in the woods, drinking beer and smoking pot,” Mary Ann confessed. “Some of the things I did are so embarrassing, and I’m sure word got around about me.”

“We all make mistakes honey, and you never now. Maybe my supposedly brilliant son will come to his senses and see what a great thing he let slip away,” Bob offered. “I’m not ashamed to admit that when my marriage started to fall apart and I would see you and Gary together, holding hands, watching TV and just enjoying each other, I was jealous of my kid.”

“Of Gary?”

“Yes. I found myself even wondering about what was going on in his bedroom when you two would go in there and lock the door,” Bob admitted. “Pretty sick huh?”

“Not much,” Mary Ann said. “In the bedroom I mean. Gary was always afraid that we would get caught when you guys were in the house.”

“We wouldn’t have broken down the door or anything,” Bob chuckled. As long as you two were quiet you could have done anything you wanted.”

“That’s the problem because Gary used to say that when I…”

“Well? Don’t leave me in suspense Mary Ann.”

“Gary used to say that I sounded like a seal whenever…” Mary Ann related, and after fumbling for the words settled on, “whenever I get excited.”

“Oh.”

“Now that’s more information than you need for sure,” Mary Ann said as her face turned pink. “Can’t believe I said that, but you’re so easy to talk to. You always have been.”

“Thanks.”

“That’s why I had such hopes for us because I saw the way you were. What a great husband you seemed to be, and what a terrific father you are, and so I figured that Gary would probably end up to be just like you, and we would end up living in a nice house like this.”

“I guess you know better now because obviously I was no great husband,” Bob shrugged as he squeezed the teen closer to him. “Pretty sad, the two of us moping around like this.”

“I…” canlı casino siteleri Mary Ann said as she started to say something but stopped, and that was when she leaned up and kissed the older man while pulling him close, and it wasn’t a peck either but a passionate kiss – almost an attack that stunned Bob and left him unable to do anything but let the kiss happen.

“I’m sorry,” a breathless Mary Ann said after ending the kiss, but then corrected herself. “No, I’m not sorry. I was afraid that if I didn’t make the first move you wouldn’t, either because you think I’m a kid or I’m – well let’s just say I know I’m not nearly as attractive as Mrs. Boland.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong,” Bob assured her. “You’re very obviously a woman and I for one think you’re very cute.”

“Then is it because of Gary?”

“Well,” Bob replied, the idea of making a move on his boy’s ex a bit bizarre.

“I know it’s over. I’ve known it for a while, The only reason I stopped by here was because – well – I guess I just gave that away, didn’t I?”

“It’s just that…”

“Are you worried I would tell Gary?”

“No.”

“You’re afraid I’ll compare you to Gary. That’s it isn’t it?” Mary Ann said while brushing her hair from the side of her face. “You think I would be like that? So superficial?”

Bob Boland said nothing because the conversation was heading into a very awkward area, but he knew what Mary Ann was referring to because one day he had accidentally seen Gary come out of the shower. It had been just a brief glance but in those couple of seconds he had seen enough to learn that while Gary resembled his father with some of his mannerisms and a bit facially, there was one part of the boy that he surely didn’t inherit from Dad.

“I kinda thought you liked me,” Mary Ann said to break the uncomfortable silence. “Maybe it was just wishful thinking.”

“No. Of course I like you. I did from the first time I met you.”

“I thought sometimes I would catch you looking at my breasts,” she said and then before Bob could deny it she added, “It was okay. Lots of guys do that, but you didn’t do it in a sleazy way. You kept being a gentleman.”

“I don’t know about the gentleman part, but you’re right. I’ve done my share of looking at you. It’s tough not to because – well – you’re a very well developed young lady,” Bob finally managed to say.

“See. That’s what I mean. You telling me I’m well developed is a lot nicer that being told, ‘Hey Mary Ann, you’ve got big tits’ and yes I’ve had a guy say that to me,” Mary Ann sheepishly smiled. “It’s not like they’re an accomplishment, they just kept growing, and getting fat didn’t hurt.”

“Chubby maybe. Not fat,” Bob said in a barely audible voice.

“If you insist,” the teen responded, and then she took the older man’s hand and lifted it up to her left breast, holding it there and helping him knead it until he was doing it by himself. “It’s okay. It feels good.”

Bob leaned over and kissed the girl’s full lips, a tender kiss but a passionate one, and when Mary Ann slipped her tongue between his lips he accepted it and as they dueled Bob felt the teen’s hand on his lap, searching briefly before whispering.

“You’re hard. Real hard,” Mary Ann said with a smile as she massaged the lump in the older man’s trousers. “That’s a good thing because anybody can just say you get them excited. I’m excited too. Can’t you tell?”

Mr. Boland nodded because not only could he feel the girl’s nipples get hard under his urging, the peg was visible even through the blouse and bra.. Without waiting for an invitation Bob brought his other hand up and kneaded the massive breasts even though his paws were overwhelmed.

“Here,” Mary Ann said as she too the bottom of her blouse in hand and lifted the top up and over her head. “I just bought this too.”

The teen was referring to the fact that the bra was too small, with her breasts being forced upwards, but Bob didn’t care as he reached around Mary Ann and attempted to unhook the harness.

“Front hooks,” the girl whispered in his ear, so he brought his hands to the front and searched for the clasps between the cups.

Once Bob found the top hook the others were easier to find, and after Bob undid the final one the garment flew out of his grip and the cups parted, releasing Mary Ann’s breasts out of their confinement. They were even larger than Bob had imagined, the enormous bell shaped breasts going down to her waist, and the older man wasted no time in resuming his manual fondling of the very doughy tits.

“Do you like them Mr. Boland?” she asked in a soft tone while the man leaned down and began to suck on the bulbous nipple closest to him. “Ooh. Here, why don’t you lean back for me?”

Eased away from Mary Ann’s breasts, Mr. Boland was nudged back on the couch so the teen could undo his belt and trousers, and then she was coaxing his backside so she could get the slacks down to his knees. That accomplished, the girl peeled the boxers down, and as she did her ex-boyfriend’s father’s dick sprang free, the pale nearly 6″ erection with the mushroom head throbbing and the skin of the shaft taut. To his shame, Bob Boland watched the teen’s face for a reaction at seeing his erect dick which most likely paled in comparison to what she had been used to.

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