I flick the pages of my vogue magazine while I eat my special k for breakfast, suddenly I hear my mum driving into the garage with her BMW boyfriend number 3 got her and refused to give back when she broke up with him. she walked up the path to our house in her Gucci heels, she opens the front door poking her head “hello im home” in a dumb cheer leader voice that I hate with a passion, I hop out my seat and give her a hug “hey mom” with the most enthusiastic voice I could pull off I couldn’t help but think who on earth she has brought home this time a model, a gym instructor or a beefy race car fanatic what was it this time. I kept looking at the front door as I helped mom with her bag to see who the next one would be.
I walked into my mom’s room helping her with her bags and setting them on her bed I casually made conversation by asking how it went and so on, I was waiting for her to tell me about the new guy she met but she didn’t say anything which was making me wonder has my mom really gave up going out with guys 20 years younger than her.
“Hey babe where do you want me to put these bags” a masculine young voice called from behind me.
I jumped at the unexpected male voice which formed Goosebumps on the back of my neck I quickly turned my head to see where the mystery voice was coming from.
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moms new boyfriend
RomanceMy mom's new boyfriend There before me was the most handsome man with gorgeous dirty blonde hair and tanned skin. His eyes were brown and indulging like chocolate which put me in a state of lust I couldn't believe this man was so attractive and in m...
