Epilogue

On another Sunday afternoon, like many before it, you find yourself killing some time downtown. As you wander the sunny streets of a shopping district you've never had much call to explore before, you catch sight of a storefront bearing a bold pink sign with a flower motif. For a second, your eyes almost gloss over it, mistaking it for a women's boutique. Then you get a better look at the displays in the front window, and realize they're not just clothes, but lingerie. A second look at the place confirms its true identity: a sex shop.

You're about to pass it by when you remember that you're running low on lube. Deciding you might as well take the opportunity while you're thinking about it, you push open the door and step inside.

You're met with a bright, welcoming shop floor filled with tables displaying a dizzying array of sex toys, intimate apparel, and other fun stuff. Even more line the walls on shelves. Another couple who look close to your age are browsing the wares, speaking in hushed tones and sharing little we're-being-naughty smiles. Behind the counter, a younger guy with glasses and a beard stands ready to handle purchases. As the chime over the door signals your arrival, he shoots you a smile and a wave. "Hey! Can I help you find anything?"

"No thanks," you wave him off, sure you can manage to find your brand of lube on your own if they have it. As you give the store another scan, you notice one more person: a woman who, judging by the fact that she's scanning items on one of the shelves one by one and recording what you assume are inventory numbers on a tablet, you guess to be another employee.

She's a Black woman, maybe late twenties or early thirties. Her hair is done in a lot of little braids that form a bob, framing a heart-shaped face adorned with a gold eyebrow ring. Now that you've spotted her, you can't help but notice her outfit, or the body it barely attempts to conceal, an incredible Venus figure with enormous breasts, a soft tummy, and gloriously flared breeding hips. Her bright orange top is made from some sheer material, and barely comes down over her large, puffy nipples, which you can clearly see are pierced with gold barbells. As bottoms, she wears a pair of tiny panties in a similar color, which are completely inadequate to contain her thick, untrimmed bush of dark pubes, spilling out around the little piece of fabric.

You're struck by a powerful familiarity, and your suspicion is confirmed when you look a little above her crotch, where her slightly plump belly is marked below the navel with a small ankh tattoo.

Approaching, you offer her a wave. "Hey, uh, Safiya, right?"

She looks up from her tablet, blinks at you. Recognition lights in her eyes almost immediately, and she favors you with a small but warm smile. "Oh—yeah, hey!"

You feel a grin break out on your face. "What's it been, like, three years?"

"Almost four," she says with a nod, sounding quite certain about the figure.

"Right, right." Thinking about it, of course she would be. "You, uh, you look great!"

Her smile widens. "Thanks! Yeah, got that MILF body now. It's different, but I'm liking it." Raising a hand to her chest, she idly lifts up one side of her top, fully exposing her dark nipple with its glinting studs. Cupping her pendulous breast, filled out immensely since last you met, she toys with the piercing with her thumb and forefinger.

You shake your head clear with maybe a second's delay. "So how's the kid?"

"Khalid," she fills in the name. Her expression takes on a dreamy kind of happiness. "He's...he's so great. You wanna see a picture of him?"

A little warmth lights in your chest. "Yeah, sure."

Letting go of her breast and letting her top fall back down, Saf reaches behind her to pull her phone from her waistband. Pulling up her photos, she shows you one of a smiling toddler with a head of thick black curls. He doesn't really look much like you, but you don't find yourself disappointed. In a way, that's probably for the best.

"He's beautiful," you say, the truth coming easy.

Saf still has that dreamy look. "Yeah." She smiles lovingly at the picture another moment before putting her phone away.

"So you're doing okay?"

She nods. "Yeah, y'know. Making it work. Got a man now, actually—makes a pretty good living, so things are easier."

"Nice." It really is great to hear she found someone who makes her happy—although it's no surprise, of course, a bad bitch with an incredible MILF body like hers.

Speaking of which.... "Well, hey, since you're rocking the MILF bod now, I can't miss this chance to breed you again."

She chuckles at that. "I had a feeling you wouldn't."

You find yourself grinning again as she drops her panties and bends over a nearby table, glad you happened to come in here.