Finish the Morning

Rose and I showered, and she got me hard again and blew me in the shower. We then dried off and made out.

"I have to leave," I told her.

"Dinner tonight?" she asked hopefully.

"We'll see."

She kissed me again and left. I was wearing blue linen shorts and a white tennis shirt. I grabbed a notebook and pent and drove to the tennis club where my parents were. I found them in the cafe as they had finished their match. They were having mimosas with friends. They were surprised to see me, but I told them I wanted to see them play but slept in too late. They bought the lie. I was really there to scope out MILFs.

"I'm going a paper on single women over 40 in the modern dating scene," I told my parents and their friends."

That seems rather fortunate for a handsome young man like you," said one of their friends, a male.

"I have a partner, she chose it," I lied.

"Oh, well I know Maggie Bustolo and Claire Norman are," your mom said. She pointed to two women sitting at nearby table.

"I know, Maggie the blonde is 45, and I'm pretty sure Claire is over forty, but may not look it," said your mom. "They are both divorced, but I have no idea about their dating or personal lives."

"Well, I know I can't ask their ages," I said, "I'll see." I got up and walked over to Maggie and Claire's table. "Excuse me, ladies."