Chapter 1: The Lady from Church

I know it’s not the normal way to start a story like this, but I met her at church. She wasn’t stunning by any means, and neither am I, but she was good looking and fit. I guessed she was a little older than me, and her nose was a little crooked, but her ass filled her jeans well and she always wore nice tops that accentuated her body.

What really caught my attention were the girls. She had three daughters with her, none of which paid much attention to the service. The oldest one was definitely not wearing a bra and made sure it was apparent to everyone, the next one was wearing a soccer outfit, and the youngest just tried to get their attention with jokes and faces. That wasn’t what caught my eye though, what was most interesting was that they all had different hair colors. While the mom was a dishwater blonde, her oldest was a brunette, the middle was bright blonde, and the youngest was a redhead.

While they definitely caught my attention, three cute teenagers with an attractive mom suddenly showing up in church, I didn’t really think that much about it. Sure, I was recently divorced and was getting a little bored with Tinder, but I was fine staying in my world and not rocking the boat. I had a great job that paid me very well and a good house, plus plenty of activities to keep me active in the California sun. I probably didn’t need the mess of dealing with 4 girls anyways.

She kept coming to church for the next few weeks, always the same story. She listened intently to the pastor while her girls goofed off in the pew. I’m not sure if she was just ignoring them or had learned not to notice their antics. The oldest looked to be about 17 or 18, so she definitely should have known better. She had a nice full body without the pudgy physique of a girl who had gained the freshman 15. The other two girls, if not for the wildly different hair colors, could have been twins. I assumed they were about 14 or 15 by the looks of their bodies. The athletic one had the legs of a woman, but her upper body still looked young and the dimples and freckles made her seem even younger. The redhead was by far the cutest but still hadn’t formed any of the feminine features associated with maturity.

It was Tuesday night and I decided to try out a new Bible study…it wasn’t like I was busy most Tuesdays. I knew a couple of the people and said my hellos then sat down waiting for it to start. Then she walked in. Her body was really amazing for somebody over 40, and she must have known it. She didn’t go braless like her daughter, but it was obvious her boobs were a real C cup, and they still held themselves up. Her top hugged a stomach that was definitely tight, and went down to some hip hugging jeans that showed off a pair of shapely legs. She chatted with the hosts and sat down, seemingly oblivious to me staring at her.