. as she began taking much longer, stronger strides, like a distance runner. As she ran another hundred yards around the track, her butt became more d...fined and more muscular. As the changes became more visible, Jada ran at ease as she started another lap. As she ran, she shed her sweat jacket and dropped it on the trail behind her. I could see her sports bra straps under her tank top.Her upper body was slowly taking shape – from her narrow waist up to her large breasts. The flab under her arms. I quickly find myself crushing on him. He tells me to come and sit next to him. He doesn't offer me a drink or a snack. He just starts on the scripts. I rollmy eyes and flop down next to him on the couch. "What is it?" he asked me. "Can I have some water?" I asked him, standing up again. "Yeah sure." He begins to rummage through the cabinets for a glass and hands me a cup of water and I drink it slowly. My blue eyes staring at him over the rim. "You have nice eyes Megan." He takes my glass and. " You did?" You left me the credit card." You can't pay yourself with the company credit card," I said."Why not? I'm keeping the books. And I didn't actually pay me any cash. We just used it for the things we needed while you were gone." But that's going to be a nightmare in the books," I objected."Well, you're the boss. What do you suggest I do?"I thought that was obvious."We do transfers of your salary from my bank account to yours," I said.She blinked."But that would mean I have access to. She doesn’t wear a bra in the house so I’ve seen the outline of her big areolae at times. I’ve seen how men, young and old, look at her when she goes to the market for shopping. There was this time when I noticed a scoundrel vegetable seller peering into her cleavage when her pallu fell and nicely felt her boobs with his fingers while handing the vegetables to her, which I think mom didn’t notice.Now coming to the main story, I was in 5th class that time, and my mom was around 36 years old. Me.