The doorbell rings.

Rather than buzz Layla in, you open the door for her yourself. As it swings open, you're met with a wonderfully familiar sight. As corny as it is, Layla's dazzling, warm smile really is the most beautiful thing about her, and considering how insanely hot she is, that's saying a lot. She's Afro-Latina, with skin like milky coffee and loosely curled black hair that she wears down to her sharp cheekbones. Familiar as her face is, it's all the more impressive how much her body has changed since you first met her. The girl you met freshman year was a little on the curvy side under her modest wardrobe, but nothing that would stand out. Now, you're faced with a MILF fertility goddess, so thicc it's almost unfair. Motherhood has swollen Layla's breasts to top-straining size, and the little black crop top she has on now, draped loosely over them, comes barely past her puffy nipples, exposing the bottoms of areolas that have darkened to almost pure black and grown as big around as tennis balls. Her hips can now only be described as "baby-making," barely contained by her skintight blue boy shorts, the waistband of which fails to cover the top of her thick, dark pubic bush. Her tummy still carries a little more weight than it used to, but she wears it well.

"Hey dude!" she chirps as she steps into the building entryway, thoughtfully cleaning her Keds on the mat.

"Hey!" you reply, a matching smile spreading irresistibly across your face as you usher her into your own apartment. "So were things okay with the date?"

"Yeah, it's all good," she says easily. "She was cool about it, and my parents can actually take Marcus again next weekend, so we just rescheduled."

"Oh, nice." Good that that all works out. "So who is this girl?"

"Just someone from OkCupid." As your door closes, Layla kicks off her shoes and heads for the couch without hesitation. It really has been too long since you had her over here, but it already feels like just yesterday.

"She a bad bitch too?"

"Of course," Layla chuckles. "I know what I'm worth."

"Hell yeah." Grinning, you settle in next to her. "You look fantastic, by the way."

She beams. "Thanks! I think so. God, y'know, I worried so much about my body while I was pregnant, but I fucking love being a MILF."

"I'm glad!" You are, of course; obviously, breeding Layla was fun on its own, but a big part of why you did it was to see how she'd look as a mom. You definitely aren't disappointed. "You're sexy as hell like this. I like the bush, too," you add, gesturing to her crotch.

Layla nods. "Yeah, I just figured it was better now, y'know? Like, shaving makes you look young, I feel like, but I think once you've got the mom pussy, you want the hair."

"I can get behind that. How is the pussy?" You fully intend to experience it for yourself soon enough, of course, but it's nice hearing Layla's thoughts for the moment.

"It's good!" she replies. "Y'know, I'm not quite as tight now, but I feel like I'm way wetter way more often. And it's, like, softer, y'know? It's hard to describe. But it's nice."

"No, I know what you mean," you assure her. "And yeah, I love that too."

"Of course you do." She shoots you a smirk.

"Can I feel?"

"Sure!" Hopping up off the couch, Layla faces you and slides her boy shorts down her hips, letting them fall to the floor. You're faced with the sight of her gooey MILF pussy framed by her thick bush, strands of glistening wetness sticking in her curls. Bringing your hand between her pillowy thighs, you run a finger over her lips, brushing her swollen clit. She lets out a little sigh as you slip your finger inside, her slick passage making it effortless. Her cunt is blazing hot around you, and you can definitely feel the softness, her walls spongy and cushiony. Fuck, you can hardly wait to feel them embracing your cock.

"Perfect," you proclaim.

She laughs. "Glad to have your approval." Glancing at the door, she shoots a look down at you. "So did you just want a booty call here?"

Withdrawing your finger from her snatch and licking it clean—sweet and salty—you consider the matter.