Chapter 21: Choice

Arthur felt cornered by Vanessa’s smile, his mind bouncing between choices like a coin that refused to land. He wondered, briefly, if he could simply refuse to pick any of them. But the look in her eyes said that option had never existed.

"What even is this MILF club?!" he complained, throwing his hands up. "The way you set it up, I have no choice but to choose this."

Hearing that, the blonde woman smiled, satisfied, and stepped closer. Then she lowered herself onto his lap, her firm, massive ass spreading across his thighs like she owned the place.

"Well, I can see why the second option is impossible. Anne is scary..." Vanessa commented, looking up at him with an impossibly seductive smile. "But you still have two options."

Her ass cheeks clenched around the obvious hard-on she could feel beneath her, and her lips curled smugly.

"Or perhaps," she continued, rolling her hips just perfectly, making him gasp, "you’re considering that the prospect of never having sex with me is an unbearable loss. A young stud like you can definitely find better women. Why even worry about an old lady like me?"

She began shaking her hips just a bit, stimulating his cock even more.

"Please..." Arthur groaned.

"I couldn’t hear you properly."

He swallowed. His voice came out rough, barely a whisper. "Please... stop teasing me."

Vanessa laughed, a low, warm sound that vibrated right through him. She leaned in until her lips brushed the shell of his ear.

"Then answer me properly, sweet boy. Do you want to hear about your father right now? Or..." She shifted her weight, grinding down just enough to make his breath hitch. "...can it wait? Because I have other plans for you tonight."

Arthur’s mind went blank. His father. The MILF club. Her. All of it tangled together in a knot he couldn’t untie.

He took a shaky breath. "The... the MILF club. I want to hear about the MILF club."

Vanessa’s smile softened into something almost tender. "Good boy."

She didn’t get up. Instead, she turned her back to him, settling against his chest like a cat finding its favorite spot. The difference in their heights and sizes made her fit against him perfectly.

Arthur tried not to look down, but failed.

Her robe had slipped again, sliding off the sides of her shoulders, and from this angle he had a clear, unobstructed view of her bare chest. He tore his eyes away. Then, traitorously, they drifted back.

Vanessa, of course, noticed.

"Eyes up here, boy," she purred, not even bothering to fix the robe. "Or would you rather I stop talking and let you stare?"

"Talking," Arthur said quickly. "Please. Talking."

She laughed again, settling more comfortably against him. "Fine."

The MILF club, Vanessa explained, had never really had that name. It was just a fun name she’d always used for the place.

"Most people called it the Gentle Community," she said, wrinkling her nose. "A name so bad it could only have been Anne’s idea. But as the founder and leader, she could have her way."

Arthur smiled. "That does sound like her."

The group, she went on, was nothing more than a club to help women who were having problems with their relationships, or with breakups. Mostly, it was Anne reaching out to women in pain and helping them put themselves back together.

"At the time, Iris was dating someone, and I was already married to my trash of a husband," Vanessa said, her voice dipping with distaste. "But we were close friends with Anne, so we helped however we could."

"Anne founded the club after her husband died," she added, quieter now. "You know how harsh she tends to be with herself."

Arthur nodded slowly, thinking back on how his mother acted. "Yeah. I know."

"So when your father died..." Vanessa paused, and her voice softened. "Anne was one month pregnant with you. And she dealt with her sorrow the only way she knew how: by working nonstop."

Arthur felt something tighten in his chest. He could picture her acting like that. To this day, Arthur didn’t even know what his father looked like, because his mother never talked about him. But he could guess she had never fully healed.

"She helped a lot of women back then," Vanessa continued. "Most of them already had kids. That’s why I called it the MILF club." A small, fond smile crossed her lips. "And it helped that Anne was insistent on helping each woman look as good as they could. She used to say the pride and worth of a woman is her appearance."

Arthur nodded with a small, sympathetic smile. He remembered how harsh his mother had been with Amanda when she was living with them and learning how to cook from Anne.

The club, Vanessa told him, had even connected her with some rich widows, women who helped with the initial financing of her business. She owed them more than she could ever repay.

"But then Anne left the club and the town," she said. "She wanted to give more attention to you and your older sister."

"You probably don’t remember any of it, because you were only four years old when you all moved to that small village and she opened the restaurant."

Arthur shook his head slowly, trying his best to remember. He could think of flashes, a time when he didn’t live in the village, but it was hard. "Yeah, I can’t really remember anything."

"Of course you don’t. You were just a little thing back then." Vanessa’s voice grew wistful. "Without their leader, and with Iris and me focusing on other things, the group just... crumbled."

She was quiet for a moment.

"I regret it, you know," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I regret not taking Anne’s place. I think about it sometimes... about recreating that place. Bringing it back."

Arthur didn’t know what to say to that, so he said nothing and let the silence sit between them.

Then, slowly, Vanessa rose from his lap, and her robe slipped to the floor, revealing her naked ass in full, massive glory.

Arthur’s mouth went dry.

Vanessa turned to face him, and there was something in her smile that made his heart stutter.

"I’ve told you enough for now," she said. "This should give you a better understanding of your mother."

Arthur opened his mouth, but she held up a finger, silencing him.

"If you want to know more, you need to be a good boy."

She stepped closer, leaning down until her face was level with his, her voice dropping to a velvet whisper.

"Now, as promised... you will obey me until I fly off."

Arthur swallowed hard.