Heavy On It !

My BestFriend's Mom

[unfinished:]

New York State University
Y/N POV

"AYO, Y/N WAIT UP!" A voice yelled behind me.

Without even turning around, I knew exactly who it was. My best friend, Ayden Maraj.

He jogged over, waiving between bodies in the crowed hallway. His broad shoulders stretched beneath the thick varsity jacket hanging off his frame, his jersey number and last name stitched across the back.

I slowed my pace, letting him catch up to me.

"Wassup?" I asked once he fell into step beside me. We stepped away from my locker and started the walk to my first class.

"I wanted to know if you had plans after practice?" He asked.

Both Ayden and I played for the university's sports teams. Aiden was the starting quarterback for the football team, while I played point guard for the basketball team. Normally, we finished practice around the same time unless Coach had us running extra drills or some extra punishment.

"I'm all caught up on homework," I said with a shrug. "Probably just chill."

"Wanna come over and hang out? Jump in the pool, then play a round of Madden?" He lightly bumped my shoulder, a smirk already playing on his lips.

I rolled my eyes at the look on his face. He knew I sucked at Madden. He whooped my ass every time, but he got off on seeing me lose.

He read the expression on my face, and before I could say no, he pulled the one move he knew I couldn't resist.

"Come on," he draped his arm over my shoulders, softening his voice like he was selling candy to a toddler. "My mom's has been boiling a big pot of curry chicken all night..."

This wasn't fair. He knew I loved curry chicken, and Mrs. Minaj was the one that made it how I liked.

"Fall-off-the-bone, juicy, tender chicken..." he trailed off, my mouth watering. "Fried plantains—"

"Aiight, fine." I caved, my stomach grumbling low at the thought of her cooking.

"Yo, you fat ass fuck," he teased,  shaking his head like he was disappointed at the bottomless pit I called a stomach.

He patted my shoulder, then gave it a light squeeze before he shoving me through the doorframe. I stumbled a bit before I regained my footing, whipping around ready to pull him into a headlock. But he was quicker, already halfway down the hall before I even had a chance to retaliate.

"Haha, gotta be quicker than that!" He taunted over his shoulder while he sprinted down the hall.

"Pussy." I mumbled, turning to walk inside class.

I took my seat in the back of the room, pulling my hood low over my head as I pulled out my books for class. While I waited for the rest of my classmates to show up, my thoughts slowly drifted to Ayden's mom.

Mrs. Maraj was the epitome of beauty and success.

Hips shaped like a Coca-Cola bottle, a tiny waist, thick thighs that looked like they could either suffocate you or save your life, and light stretch marks that stood as a testimony to her womanhood, and an ass so fat it looked like you could build a house on it.

After a successful career as one of the most sought-after defense attorneys in California, she finally retired a couple years ago, though "retired" was a loose term considering she still owned and operated several businesses on the side.

She was the finest woman I'd ever seen in my life.

She wasn't like any of the other girls around campus. Nah, Mrs. Maraj is grown-woman fine.