Chapter 1: The heartbroken boy meets milfs

"What do you think? Can I make it your first time?" She pressed him against the bed, her loose robe sliding down her shoulder and revealing more of her big and beautiful breasts.

Her hair was still wet from the bath, her skin flushed pink thanks to the alcohol.

Arthur gulped audibly, hesitating for a second. Not even in his craziest dreams would he have expected to be in his teacher’s apartment, just one day before his first day of college.

Well, technically, she wasn’t his teacher yet, as his first class was still to happen.

"Yes..." he answered with a slow nod, growing mesmerized by her beauty. Especially after the woman slowly removed her glasses.

It was really hard to believe she was a 38-year-old woman.

But it was even harder to believe that only two months ago, Arthur had been on his knees, convinced his life was over.

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But this story’s true starting point was the man’s last year of high school, which Arthur would forever label as the worst year of his life.

It all began with a broken leg that forced him to stop playing hockey. The injury came during the game where his team, from a small countryside town, miraculously qualified for a national tournament.

He never got to play in that tournament, and the rehab was brutal. Not to mention the extra pounds he’d put on because he couldn’t exercise properly.

Of course, he could still train his upper body, but the devastation of missing his shot at the big stage made his motivation crumble.

But the bad news was just beginning.

Arthur cried his heart out at his cat’s funeral. The small, fluffy pet had been with him since he was only a toddler, and letting go was harder than anything he’d ever done.

And not more than two weeks later, Clarice, his longtime girlfriend, broke up with him.

The two had grown up together and had always been together, so everyone more or less expected they would date and marry one day. And even if their relationship had never progressed much beyond a few clumsy handjobs, they already had plans for the future.

Or at least, Arthur had.

He had trained hard so he’d be able to work and one day inherit his mother’s inn and restaurant. Before that last year of high school, he had been sure of how his future would look.

Seeing Clarice start dating again just a week later, and hearing her tell him that Josh, the son of a wealthy landowner, was a much better man than he was, was painful. But losing the future he had imagined since childhood was even worse.

Then, perhaps as a final coup de grâce, he stumbled upon Josh and Clarice seconds away from having sex in public, by pure accident.

The accident stopped them, but it felt terrible when he remembered how Clarice had always talked about how she would only have sex after marriage, on their incredible honeymoon.

For a solid week, Arthur believed his life was over. He didn’t even want to go to school anymore.

Luckily, his life was far from over. He had a great friend who came over to his house every single day to play video games and cheer him up. And his mother and older sister were the best support system anyone could ever dream of.

Life is sometimes cruel, but rehab finally reached its end. Arthur studied hard, and surprisingly got accepted into a college in the big city. He was determined to restart his life there.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" he nearly screamed to his mother from the bottom of his heart the moment the acceptance news arrived.

Unfortunately, his older sister was off traveling again, so he couldn’t share the moment with her.

"I knew it! I knew you’d get in!" Anne, his mother, practically launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around him so tightly he could barely breathe.

Her eyes were already glistening with tears, shining with pride for him. She pulled back just enough to cup his face in both hands, her thumbs brushing his cheeks as she smiled through the blur.

"You have no idea how proud I am of you. Now, pull yourself back together, puff out that chest and show the world what you can do!" she said with a silly smile, before pouting and resting her hands on her hips.

"Yes, ma’am!" Arthur joked, remembering the days his mom was in charge of teaching him how to run an inn... she could be quite the brutal teacher.

Anne smiled and gave him a light tap on the chest. She was a little sad that he’d decided to leave their small hometown, but it was a great chance for him to grow and get away from everything that still made him sad.

"You better come back a well-accomplished man," she said, stepping closer. "Be careful, be responsible, and, more importantly, be true to yourself, because that’s the path to happiness."

"I will!" he said with conviction, pulling his mother into another hug.

She was considerably smaller than her giant of a son, so he scooped her right off the ground, spinning her around in his arms as she shrieked with laughter, pounding playfully on his shoulder for him to put her down.

"I love you," he said, finally setting her back on the ground.

"I love you too," Anne said, taking a small step back. Then her expression shifted, from emotional to businesslike in the span of a heartbeat. "Now, listen. You don’t think I’d let my boy go off to the big city without a plan, do you?"

Arthur blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Your mother knows a lot of people, you know," she smiled proudly, resting her hands on her hips again. "I have good friends there who can take care of you."

She pulled out her phone, and before Arthur could even process what was happening, she was already dialing. The conversation was short and full of laughter.

Three minutes later, Anne hung up, tucked the phone back in her pocket, and turned to him.

"You’re all set. You’ll have a place to stay the moment you arrive."

Arthur stared at her in disbelief. His mother’s network, apparently, was faster than any housing website on earth.

〇〇〇

A few weeks later, Arthur stepped off the bus in Valenbrooke, a sprawling city that made his hometown look like a postcard tucked into someone’s drawer.

There were so many people, cars and buildings, that he felt lost before even trying to take the first step. Luckily, he barely had time to try anything, before he spotted three gorgeous women standing near the arrivals bench.

He blinked in shock, but they soon waved to him, confirming they were his mother’s friends.

The first to reach out for him was Iris, of whom he had already seen a picture. After all, she was going to be his art history teacher in college.

But the pictures on the official website, and the one his mother had shown him, did her no justice whatsoever. She was a stunning, dark-haired woman. It was hard to believe she was a day older than thirty, though she was actually just two years shy of forty.

And what no photograph could have ever prepared him for was her body. Arthur needed every ounce of his willpower not to let his eyes drift downward as she came forward to greet him, her boobs bouncing at each step.

He wouldn’t have much time to interact with his future teacher, though, she was apparently catching a bus to her parents’ hometown in just a few minutes. It was pure coincidence that he’d gotten to meet her so soon at all.

"See you later," Iris said with a warm smile, leaving him in the care of the two other beauties.

"Hey, boy, your mother asked me to take good care of you." If with Iris Arthur needed all of his willpower to resist ogling, with that blond bombshell he simply failed.

Vanessa had a confident smile, short stylish hair, and the confidence of a predator. Her deep cleavage reminded everyone of her big assets, and her strong perfume was hard to forget.

She was actually the owner of the apartment complex Arthur would be staying in. Normally she worked with single or divorced women, but she would make an exception for the son of such a good friend.

"There is just a small problem; I think an apartment will open up in about a month," she told him. "But don’t you worry; until then, you’ve got a roof over your head."

She gestured to the third woman beside her, one he knew quite well. After all, Amanda, another bombshell, often visited him and his mother, she even worked as a cook at their restaurant for a while.

Growing up in a small countryside town, he believed that, aside from his family, there was no girl as beautiful as Clarice. However, just as he arrived at the big city, he met at least three girls at the same level, if not even better looking.

He was not planning on dating anyone again anytime soon, but maybe his dating prospects could prove to be great?