A Foreign Affair

My name was Annie Jaeger, and I was a single mother. I moved to Aurelia to accompany my son while he attended university, and the people living next door to us were an Aurelian mother and her son.

The mother, Kate Sullivan, had blond hair and striking blue eyes. She would often wear high heels with short skirts, showcasing her sculpted and elegant legs. She looked healthy and cheerful, and her full figure curved in a way that exuded confidence.

As a woman who had given birth before, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious in comparison.

Her son, Peter Danford, had a deep tan and carried himself casually. Every evening after his shower, he would walk around in beach shorts, and the fabric would sway suggestively as he moved.

I found myself both stunned and flustered. The size of it had left me wondering if I could even handle such a thing.

I hadn't experienced the touch of a man since my divorce. My loneliness had grown unbearable, and I often retreated to the bathroom for some private solace on quiet nights.

I would use the showerhead for comfort as I sat on the toilet, but it was never as satisfying or passionate as being with a man.

The yearning inside me felt like an overripe egg—pristine on the outside, but rich and bursting within. Still, I realized the Aurelian woman next door shared my deprivation.

What angered and unsettled me was discovering that Kate had been secretly "using" my son, Ryan Hackett, for her own needs.

It was no wonder her complexion had become so radiant recently, and her steps were so full of energy. Ryan had been the source of her transformation.

Ryan was in his prime, so he was full of energy and masculinity. It seemed inevitable that he could fulfill her needs. Still, I was worried. Could too much of this harm his health in the long run?

Since she had taken advantage of my son, I felt no guilt in turning my attention to her tall, muscular son.

One day, Ryan mentioned that he wanted to invite Peter and Kate over for dinner to thank Peter for helping him with his Aurelish. I agreed immediately and decided to cook something special that evening.

The thought of Peter, a tall and athletic university student, visiting my home stirred a mix of excitement and anticipation within me. I changed into a fitted dress with a daring slit that accentuated my curves.

Though I was middle-aged, I had taken excellent care of myself despite my lack of a regular love life. My skin was smooth, my chest remained firm, and my waist showed no sign of excess fat.

The dress I chose hugged my hips perfectly, highlighting my full figure. I paired it with sheer, flesh-toned stockings to enhance the look. They managed to emphasize my long, shapely legs.

The faintly translucent material added a hint of mystery, inviting the imagination to wander beyond the high slit of the dress.

When Peter and Kate arrived at my home that evening, I froze in shock when I opened the door.

Kate was wearing a crop top that exposed her toned stomach, paired with a short denim skirt. Her long legs were slender and impeccably straight.

Aurelians are known for their pronounced figures, and she wore a spaghetti-strap top that emphasized her well-defined upper body. It was clear—she had dressed this way to attract Ryan's attention.

"Hi, Annie," she greeted me politely.

"Hello, please come in," I replied, doing my best to remain composed.

Peter greeted me from behind her as well. "Hello, Ms. Jaeger. I've learned conversational Darlenian thanks to Ryan's help, and I'm very grateful to you both."

Peter stood an impressive six-foot-three, towering over me by at least two heads. His muscles were well-defined, giving him a rugged appearance.

But what truly caught my eye was… something down there. The outline was unmistakable even in his sweatpants. My knees nearly gave out when faced with such an overwhelming sight.