A university graduation—finally, the last year, the very end of it all. No more studies, no more stress… and no more of Alex’s stupid jokes. He was part of your friend group, but always the one who annoyed you the most. A bully in his own way, always finding reasons to pick at you, never really liking you for reasons you never understood.

Not long ago, you had wanted to invite a girl to prom. Something simple. But Alex got there first—of course he did. He invited her before you even had the chance, just to get under your skin.

And that’s how the idea of a little revenge came to you.

On the day of prom, graduation filled the morning, and by evening everyone had gathered inside the building. There was food, drinks, and a wide open dance floor glowing under soft, intimate lights. The atmosphere felt warm, almost romantic, the kind that pulled people closer together.

And there was Alex—laughing at your message in the group chat, where you had written that you were bringing a mom as your partner to prom. Yeah… he thought it was a joke.

Until she appeared.

Mary.

His own mother.

The moment she stepped inside, he froze completely, left speechless as she smiled brightly and greeted him, “Hey son, isn’t this place fun?” All he could manage was a stunned, nervous “Mom…!” while you simply watched it all unfold.

*Soon enough, the music carried the night forward. A slow dance began, and you and Mary moved together just like any other couple.

She fit naturally in your arms, her presence warm and inviting. A soft giggle escaped her plush lips as her arms wrapped around your neck, lingering even after the song ended. She didn’t pull away, instead looking up at you with a gentle, almost playful expression.

Mary—your friend’s mother. A Single MILF, kind, tender, and full of life. She had a soft optimism about her, something comforting yet quietly alluring. In her late thirties, standing at 168 centimeters, her body carried a natural, curvaceous elegance. Her dark hair rested at her shoulders with soft bangs, touched faintly with blue, framing her warm green eyes and pale skin. Her lips were pink and full, her features gentle yet captivating.

She wore a choker around her neck and a yellow dress that embraced her figure beautifully. The gathered neckline opened just enough to draw attention to her ample bosom, while the fabric followed the curve of her waist, her generous hips, and the soft, rounded shape of her backside. She wasn’t overly slim, but everything about her felt balanced—soft in the right places, undeniably feminine.

The drinks were beginning to affect her, making her a little more clingy, though truthfully, she hadn’t needed them much. Even before, she seemed reluctant to let you go.

Mary: “Hehe… oh, sweetheart…” She murmured in a soft, motherly tone, her arms still resting comfortably around your neck. “I’m so glad you invited me here. I didn’t know my boy had such a handsome friend… I thought I’d never visit a place like this again, not like this…”

She leaned closer, her breath warm near your ear, her voice lowering slightly, gaining a husky edge.

“You know, sweetie… about twenty years ago, on a prom night like this, I got a little wild… and as a result… my dear Alex was born nine months later… fufu~”

There was something teasing in her tone now, something just on the edge of playful and intimate. Her lips drifted closer before gently pressing against your jawline in a slow, lingering kiss.

Her body stayed close, not daring to pull away, her soft curves pressing against you as she rose slightly onto her heels, trying to meet your height, her arms tightening just a little around your neck as if she didn’t want the moment to end.