Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 03

But he was already gazing upon her.

He didn't hear a word she'd said. The blood pumping in his ears drowned out all other extraneous noise. The only sense that seemed to be working was his sight, and it was hard at work. She was stunning. Gorgeous, sexy, she was one of the hottest women he'd ever seen. And she was the last person he needed to see.

Because she was, without a doubt, a stone-cold MILF of the highest order.

He couldn't place her age specifically, as she possessed an intense level of beauty that made her look younger than she probably was, even as her general vibe exuded a level of confidence and authority that could only come from an older woman. But she was probably in her mid to late 40's, even though she could pass looks wise for a woman younger than that. She had long, dark brunette hair, cascading in waves down her back, perfectly styled and sexy. Her complexion was creamy and smooth. Her lips were pouty and full, her nose thin and regal, and her hazel eyes were sharp and lively. She stared straight back at him, holding his gaze as he stared at her. But he didn't have the strength to stop himself from checking out the rest of her.

Ostensibly, she was dressed in the same outfit as the rest of the people here, a green t-shirt and a pair of pants. But she stood out from the crowd as she put her own distinct spin on it. Instead of wearing comfortable tennis shoes like the rest of the people here, she wore a pair of black, high-heeled sandals, her feet bare within them, her blood-red polished toenails catching his attention for a second. Instead of wearing a pair of practical work pants, she wore dark, stylish, skin-tight jeans, clinging to her long, firm legs, showcasing them in a setting where most chose something more functional. They looked so tight he couldn't imagine her being able to bend over in jeans that tight.

As he'd approached her seconds prior, he'd gotten an eyeful of her shapely ass while she faced away from him. In fact, it was the first place his eyes had gone to as soon as he saw her. The tight denim clung to the firm juicy cheeks of her immaculate ass, highlight its impressive shape and impossible perkiness. And the fact that she had heels on meant that her ass was being projected outwards, put on display for all to see. And Chad had appreciated the view, his mind making sure to consume the sight before he realized what he was doing.

And on her upper half, she wore the same shirt as the rest. But on her, it was different. For one, while it was baggy and comfortable on all the rest, to allow them to move around with ease, on this woman... it seemed that she had chosen a top sized extra-small, as it clung to her fit, slim torso and flat belly, leaving a portion of her midriff exposed. But not all of her upper half was slim, as it was revealed upon spinning around to face him that she had absolutely mammoth breasts. Her massive, round melons strained to escape the green material of the top, testing its strength, the logo of this charity adorning her giant boobs. They looked like overfilled water balloons stuffed in that tight top, packed together, wobbling with every subtle movement she made. They were incredible!

She made a modification to her top that no one else had done, cutting a split at the neckline to give her succulent cleavage a little room to breathe. It was the most divine tease, the upper cleft of the deep dark fault line between her big MILF tits on display, the smooth skin of her fleshy breasts threatening to ooze out of her neckline. And dangling from her neck was a thin chain, the bauble at the end a silver cross, glimmering in the afternoon light as it was stuck in place, lodged in her cleavage. He found his eyes drawn to it, unable to look away from it and the exposed flesh nearby.

Given the tightness of the top, and how it left nothing to the imagination, clinging to every graceful curve of her enormous, smooth breasts, one fact registered within Chad before his mind fully recognized it.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Holy shit! How could a woman with such big boobs not wear a bra when out in public, especially given the event they were at, in the shadow of the church and God and everyone? But there was no mistaking it. There was nothing between that shirt and her bare flesh. Chad could even see the slightest indents caused by her nipples. And yet, it made this display even more impressive, given how firm and perky her breasts seemed to be, vaulting out proudly from her chest, barely able to be contained.

"Renee, this is Chad Bethel," Deandra said, introducing the hunky athlete to the older woman. Deandra turned to Chad. "And Chad... this is Renee Fields. She's in charge here."

"Hi Chad..." Renee said softly with a knowing smirk, her eyes never leaving his as she reached out with her hand. Renee was reasonably tall for a woman, and her heels only added to that. But Chad was far taller, causing her to look up into his eyes as they greeted each other.

"Hi Renee..." Chad croaked out, returning the gesture, his eyes on her, too consumed by the sight to notice her finger lovingly rubbing against his palm.

"Well," Deandra stated. "I'll leave you to it, then." At this, she stepped aside, but not before glancing back at Renee, rolling her eyes and shaking her head at the brazen display she was putting on. But neither Chad nor Renee noticed this slight bit of disobedience. At the moment, their eyes were only on each other.

"Here," Renee said, pulling her hand from his only to take a step towards him and spreading her arms. "Let me give you a hug!" Before he could say anything, she stepped into his arms, wrapping hers around his frame and pulling herself against him. Both of them let out a small groan as their bodies pressed together. "Mmm... I think you'll find I like to touch..." she added, rubbing his broad, muscular back.

Chad barely heard her. All he could reckon with was the sensation of the older woman's giant boobs pressing into his fit chest, ballooning outwards as she held herself tight against him. They were so soft and firm, and the pressure they exerted against him was unreal. They felt incredible, and as she kept herself pressed against him, they also felt inescapable. Unavoidable. His cock stiffened in his jeans at the feel of her MILF tits against his chest, and it was lucky she finally took a step back or she would have no doubt noticed.

"Oh, look at this..." she said, stepping back to admire the young athlete, rubbing her hands on his arms, feeling his firm biceps, her fingers squeezing them ever so slightly. He'd worked out earlier this morning, so they stood out a little more than usual. "You will do quite nicely..." Renee said to herself, stealing one last squeeze of his arms before stepping back, the MILF looking the tall young athlete up and down appreciatively. He couldn't help but do the same, checking her out, only for his eyes to keep landing on her impressive chest. Screaming internally, reminding himself that he needed to be better than this, he met her twinkling gaze, seeking any distraction that would stop him from checking her out.

"So, what do you need me to do?" Chad croaked out. She looked up at him, the MILF smirking as she looked right in his eyes for a moment.

"Well, you're gonna stick by me all day," Renee responded, placing her hand on his shoulder. It was only now that he noticed her long nails, which seemed a bit impractical given the task at hand, but he nonetheless shivered as he felt them ever so slightly dig into his shoulder. "We've put your pretty face on all our advertising for this food drive, so people are coming here to see you. So, we're gonna put you front and center for everyone to see when they pull up. They will probably want pictures when they arrive, and we'll make you available for that. And I will be right next to you the whole time..."

He could take issue with being paraded around like a show pony for the sake of charity. Frankly, this wasn't the first time he'd endured something like that. But he was more nervous about the last part. Renee would be by his side the entire day. He would have a super sexy, hot-bodied MILF right beside him driving him crazy all fucking day. Those tits would be right there next to him no matter what he did. There'd be no escape. It was the last thing he needed. He needed to figure out a way to endure this.

He was struck by a desperate idea. He had to change his mindset for this to work. MILF meant "Mother I'd Like to Fuck." He just had to convince himself that he didn't want to fuck her. He had to change the image in his mind that she was this older, fuckable babe and convince himself that he wasn't attracted to her at all.

"How long have you been running this charity?" he asked. This could work. Someone being charitable is a lovely quality to have. It makes you a great, top-quality person. Jeanie had an incredible, charitable nature. A lot of the people he worked with in the rehab program had that same nature. Charitability makes you a good person, but for Chad, it didn't exactly inspire him to want to fuck. And that's why he broached this topic. Make this Renee a good, nice, charitable person... make her image in his mind squeaky clean, so clean that sex would be the last thing on his mind.

"Oh, um..." she paused, slightly taken aback, searching for an answer. "Let's just say five years?" she answered, as if asking him. Her reply was so casual and weightless, as if her charitable nature didn't seem to matter in the slightest to her. "Long enough where I've earned the right not to do any more heavy lifting, haha!" she replied, turning her fingers and wiggling them, displaying her blood-red nail polish and perfectly manicured nails as a point of pride, as if excited that she'd graduated beyond such menial work. Those hands were not gonna be getting dirty any time soon. The only way those hands end up dirty would be if they ended up covered in cum after stroking his dick to a monster orgasm... fuck! It didn't work... his mind kept flashing to images of sex with her. Her viewing herself as above the people around her, being that confident... fuck, it was really sexy. Somehow, this whole effort on his part to make her seem less attractive only ended up making her hotter to him!

"You have a family?" he asked politely, trying another tact. If she were a devoted family woman... again admirable, but not boner inducing. Immediately upon being asked this, her face transformed into an expression of displeasure.

"Oh, let's not talk about that..." she replied before continuing to talk about her family. "I try not to think about my ex-husbands, yet they think so much about me." But at this talk of family, she seemed to look at the young man in front of her with new eyes. "My goodness... you are young enough to be my son! What I would have given to have had an obedient young man around the house. But I wasn't so lucky. I was stuck with a pair of trash-bag, slut daughters. They are a total fucking nightmare!"

Fuck! Her personal life was a mess, not some flowery picture of domestic bliss. He couldn't fully explain why, the fact that her private life wasn't such a pretty picture didn't detract from her appeal. It only added to it. But why? In his past, he'd been with plenty of girls whose personal lives were a total disaster, as if their sole focus was to go out and party and hook up with guys, leaving the more important things by the wayside. The girls that had it together weren't the type to be out there like that. Women like Jeanie... they had their lives in order. They didn't have that wild, lawless streak that those other, much more sexually appealing women had. Perhaps he'd developed a soft spot for such a thing.

However, the way Renee spoke of her daughters pinged as odd to Chad, hearing such language from a churchgoing woman, but he didn't want to question her personal life too much. Following that line of thought, he inquired about her religious nature.

"So... you're big into the church?" he asked, again seeking something that would diminish her appeal. But even as he asked this in an attempt to distract himself from her overwhelming appeal, he couldn't stop himself from stealing a glimpse at the silver cross lodged in her cleavage, the sight making his body shudder.

"Oh, yeah, big time," she replied almost dismissively, in a casual way that again struck Chad as strange. As if realizing she missed her cue, she continued with a bit more focus. "I mean, YES!" she said emphatically, staring right at him. "I was, like... lost... for so long," she began with a knowing smile, even as she looked for the words to say. "I confess, I behaved very badly for years... decades... most of my life, haha! I admit, I was having a lot of sex! I mean, A LOT of sex! Like full-out, unholy fucking! I was a total slut!" Jesus... he did not expect that this unbelievably sexy MILF would come out and shamelessly admit that she was a stone-cold slut until she found the church, and the knowledge sent a rush of excitement through him. She glowed proudly as she said this, looking up at the tall athlete before slapping his chest playfully. "And from what I've read about you, it sounds like we have that in common, you stud!" Chad almost choked at her saying this. He did not expect this woman he'd just met to bring up his sordid past so bluntly. Seeing that he didn't take this with the humor she intended, she continued, regathering herself and adjusting her tone. "What I mean is, I read all those wonderful articles about you, about your path to salvation, and I just knew I had to meet you! I just knew we'd be really close friends, because we have so much in common! We both had our fun... a lot of it! We were both, no doubt, very good at it, haha!" she added, looking him up and down. "And when the time came, and we were all done with all that misbehaving, we settled down, found the church, got absolved of our sins, and got our spots set in Heaven!"

Chad was baffled by damn near everything she just said to the degree that her odd, somewhat cynical description of spiritual salvation was lost on him. He was more struck by how ruefully she talked about the time before that salvation, that she seemingly took such pride in how much sex she had had and how he should be able to relate to that. The bad thing about that was... he could totally relate! That was his exact journey, and it was the biggest thing on his mind recently, pining for the days where he could be so relaxed and carefree and not have to shoulder so many responsibilities. But he didn't necessarily want to be confronted about such things by a gorgeous MILF he'd just met who was already inspiring such complicated feelings within him.

But she clearly didn't sense his displeasure.

"I read those interviews you did so many times! Especially when I knew we were finally going to meet," Renee said excitedly. "I confess, I'm not much of a football fan, but I am a fan of you! You're number 1 fan!" She eyed him up excitedly, admiring the sight of the fit, tall, handsome football player standing right in front of her. "It's a shame we didn't meet before all this. Then we could have had some real fun, am I right?" she joked, and his eyes practically bugged out at the implication she was making. That if they had met at any time before this, that they would have definitely ripped off their clothes and fucked each other's brains out. All he could do was take a nervous gulp and try to hold back the wonderful images of her and him in the heat of passion. Practically seeing this painted across his face, Renee was spurred into action, ready to take her shot.

"You know, we can blow this all off right now and I can bl..." she began, before a voice from behind Chad interrupted.

"Renee!" that voice called out firmly. Chad was so distracted by the illicit thoughts playing across his mind's eye that he wasn't able to fill in the blanks in regard to what she was about to say, but someone else clearly could. Turning around, the football player looked upon Deandra, who'd stayed nearby as he and Renee conversed. He caught a stern expression on her face for a moment before she noticed he was looking, replacing it with a smile as she spoke to the older woman. "I think we have some work to do," she reminded her boss pointedly.

Renee's eyes narrowed in annoyance at the younger woman for interrupting her, but she nonetheless listened to what she had to say. Clearly stifling what she was about to say, she glanced at the tall young athlete in front of her and grinned at him.

"Deandra's right... we have some work to do," Renee stated, putting one hand on his back as she guided him with her other hand in the direction they were about to go. As they walked away, Renee gave Deandra a poisonous look for stopping her, but the young woman did not back down. There was a lot of time and money invested in this day. She was not about to let that older bitch ruin it by trying to make a hail-Mary pass on the first play of the game. No... they had a gameplan, and Renee had to do her part.

As for the event itself, it ended up going pretty straightforwardly. The idea was that people would pull up and drop off food for the drive. And the added incentive was the presence of the hot new quarterback to encourage that feeling of charitability. But with sports fans being as negative and fatalistic as ever, the loss in his first full game seemed to affect the turnout, as a lot of the men who pulled up seemed kinda skeptical of the hotshot young quarterback but were nonetheless there to be charitable. The kids who showed up with their folks were as excited as could be to meet the famous athlete, and that filled his heart with warmth.

Maybe it was due to the headspace he was in lately, but he took note of the fact that the demographic that seemed most excited to meet him were mature women. There wasn't a huge turnout from girls his own age, but the moms picked up the slack. Everything from sporty young moms, to divorced babes, to classic MILFS, or middle-aged women, and some who were probably older than his mother. He was in such a state that they all held a certain unexplainable appeal to him. He could feel a buzz in the air whenever he was around any of these women, and he could sense they felt it, too.

Even though he was a rookie, he'd gotten a good feel of these photo-ops, so he knew how to handle himself professionally, putting on a smiling face and putting his best foot forward. But having sexy soccer moms clad in team colors grinning brilliantly as they sidled right up next to him for their photo wore at him. He was almost happy whenever some dude who was a big fan of the team would show up and regard him skeptically, keeping things quick and painless. He found distraction in the physical exertion, but it wasn't that taxing, mostly involving him carrying packages of bottled water or trays of canned goods from cars to the denoted areas for each kind of item. It was a busy, well-oiled operation, as a lot of the girls there seemed to know what to do, carrying out this whole thing in a very professional manner. There were other stations where some of the girls were ready to receive donations, but as he was the star of the show, most wanted to interact with him. He smiled, kept his head down, and did the job.

But at every point of the day, Renee stood out.

Of all the people he was working with as part of this food drive, he couldn't help but think she just didn't fit into the operation. She didn't lift a finger in terms of handling any of the food getting donated, and all the work seemed to be happening around her. Maybe it was the blessing of being the one in charge, but it appeared as if she was playing no part in the operation. If she had a job, it appeared to be staying near Chad and making sure the VIP was happy with how the whole thing was playing out. That meant she was by Chad's side all day. In every photo-op with the people donating, they would be on one side of him, and Renee would be on the other, pressing herself right up next to him, making sure she was in every picture taken. She was always there. Always in his presence.