It was just the usual lunch with the guys at work when Jeff noticed her.
Check out the M.I.L.F. 3 o'clock, He blurted a bit too loud.
I didn't know who it was at first I just felt a petite woman brush by me her perfume leaving feminine floral scent behind her. Turning my head instinctively I saw tan muscled legs in sheer black hose leading into a tight formal black skirt.
"Shit! I don't believe it! That's Mrs. Robinson!" Greg gasped as we turned the corner on our way home from the gym were we both worked.
"Mrs. Robinson; like in the movie?" I asked.
"Not really. I told you about Karen, didn't I?" he continued, "this is her mum," as we walked towards a middle aged, tartly dressed, bottle blonde, woman who was just the right side of being fat.
"Oh! Karen!" I grinned as stories of Greg's teenage sexual conquests shot through my mind.