Review. Angie/Hekapoo/Marco Lemon. Human verse. Hekapoo is based loosely off of Erobuggy's version.

Angie Diaz busied herself around the small kitchen with a smile on her bright cheerful face. The forty year old mother of one was preparing a large welcome back meal for her son.
Angie considers herself a relatively lucky woman, a good job, a steady husband, a dutiful son and a body that just wouldn't quit! She has a pretty impressive set of hips, not a hint of sag to her large round firm orbs, her eyes were bright, her face free of wrinkles, her hair was long and normally in a tight ponytail. She sometimes even just stopped when she was getting dressed in the morning and teased herself throwing kisses and winks to her reflection.

She pauses what she is cooking and checks the time. She taps her heels and huffs.

"That boy." She mumbles rolling her eyes. He had said that he would be arriving within the hour, but his time was almost up! "If he doesn't get here soon." She scolds the air.

Her husband Rafael was also due back home soon. Angie couldn't wait to have her boys home, learn about what Marco was doing in college, what he was learning, what party's that he went to. Whether or not he had a girlfriend...

Angie grabs a bottle of wine and pours herself a good glass full of it before sitting down and curling her petite ankles underneath her nice firm strong ass cheeks. She thinks that she is actually in better shape now then when she had gone to college. Not by much, but she had a bit more size to her breasts, a bit more of a bounce to her step. She had turned a few heads on the streets. As she liked to say in private.

"Mama's still got it." She said sipping with a grin. She looks at the clock again. Marco has only started getting late after his last girlfriend had moved. Star Butterfly, Angie had liked that one. She was the first to admit that her son was a bit of a Casanova, he had a different girlfriend in every year of high school, and only got serious about the last one.

A cutie pie named Star Butterfly who had golden hair, an excitable energy and was a foreign exchange student. Which was too bad, because at the end of the school year Star had to move back to her home country. Which very nearly broke her and Marco since they had been incredibly close.

From what Angie saw on Star's Blog though it seemed as if the rich blonde girl had moved on, attending classes, getting involved in politics and even dating a cute boy that she met back in her home country. And the two were also very cute together. Angie almost wanted to resent the girl but she was just too darn charming to stay mad at.

Marco on the other hand had become increasingly depressed as time wore on and he had to almost be dragged off to college by his parents. They were sad that he had to leave and Angie found herself dealing with it the hardest since he had been such a cute and spirited young boy.

She was eager to see him, it had been so long...Angie nearly jumps out of her skin as the doorbell rings. She eagerly gets up, brushes herself clean and opens the front door to her husband. Rafael gives her a kiss to the cheek before darting inside.
"They are coming." He said Angie turns to look after her retreating husband.

"They?" She says in confusion before turning around. Her eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets at what she sees.

"Hey mom." Marco says nervously rubbing the back of his head. Her son has always been lean, but now he has put on some actual muscles, he was taller then her now too. He has short brown hair, the same cute mole and bright inquisitive eyes. Marco is wearing his favorite red hoody but it is open revealing that he now has a washboard set of abs underneath his shirt.

And he is holding hands with one dynamite looking girl.

The young lady's eyes are also bulging. She is glancing up and down Angie, her eyes pausing at Angie's ankles, her hips, her breasts before finally reaching her face. She is shorter then Angie but has a mane of wild red hair that reaches her ankles. Her eyes are bright and orange and it looks like there is a fire in them. Her skin is smooth and soft looking. Her teeth almost look like a pair of fangs. Her lips are full and kissable. Angie try's to judge her breast size. F? FF? G cup? It's impossible to tell. They hang free and Angie can make out a small line of nipple in them.

Angie gulps as she feels her face heating up. She has been checking out this wide hipped young lady when she should be greeting them and letting them into the house.

"Hello Marco! And...Marco's friend!" She says quickly before moving to the side. The young red headed lady's eyes never leave her body. Angie can't tell if the girls hair is dyed or not. It is just so bright and pretty. It almost looks fake!

"This is...Hekapoo." Marco says making his introductions. "Hekapoo this is my mom. Angie."
"Mrs. Diaz." Hekapoo says with a coy grin.
"Please! Call me Angie!" Angie says before gasping as she is brought in for a hug by the new comer.
"Okay! It's great to finally meet you. Marco has told me all about you!" She says. Angie feels her face heat up. The girl is equal parts firm and soft, as if she is pure muscle. Her biceps are nearly snapping Angie in half, and yet her breasts are so warm and soft.

"Funny. My son hasn't told me anything about you." Angie teases as she hugs back and gives Marco a quirked eyebrow making him chuckle and rub the back of his head. He grins nervously and pushes past the two hugging women, moving towards the kitchen.
"I guess I will help dad get ready for dinner!" Angie pulls back from the gorgeous young woman who is gazing at her with a very strange look in her eyes. Hekapoo quirks her head and Angie feels her cheeks heating up.

"Well I am famished! Let's eat!" Hekapoo says walking past her, her hip meating Angie's both women seemed to shiver at the contact.
"What is going on with me?" Angie wonders as she follows after the red head.

Angie is laughing heavily and covering her mouth in amazement. Hekapoo had just said something incredibly funny and very very raunchy. Normally Angie would not support this sort of language but coming from her she almost felt like she had to. As if she was...predetermined to do so...

"I think that now is a good time to tell them." Hekapoo teases Marco booping his nose and making him blush heavily.
"Are you sure? I mean it is still super sudden. I don't want to freak them out." Marco says nervously as she just grins and bites her lips.

"Tell us what kiddo?" Rafael asks with his good natured smile. Marco takes a deep breath and glances between his parents.
"Mom...Dad...Hekapoo and I have been dating for a little while now...and well we just think that...well..."he finally holds up his hand and Hekapoo's hand which is squeezed tightly between his fingers.

Rafael gasps and Angie drops her spoon in shock. On the young adults fingers are a pair of wedding bands.
"Yep. Later this year in fact." Marco says with a big grin that splits his face in two. Rafael is up in an instant and wrapping them up and Angie is smiling and blinking in amazement. She is also surprised to see Hekapoo gazing at her. Her eyes looked firey. Firey...and hungry...

Angie pushes open the sliding door on the porch and pauses as she sees the young woman smoking. Angie is finally convinced that she has pinned down Hekapoo's age. 25. Pretty old to be marrying her 18 year old son...

Hekapoo is smoking a joint and offers it to the woman with a dull smile on her face.
"Want a puff? You look like you could use it." Angie wonders if that is a dig at her. But then she just shrugs and takes the offered marijuana. She takes a puff and coughs a little before taking a deeper one. Hekapoo whistles as the joint is slowly smoked up by the 40 year old milf.

"Damn. Where did you learn how to do that?" Hekapoo says impressed as Angie passes it back nervously.
"Don't tell my husband alright? I used to be in a sorority. It was sort of...the party house..."sHe says giving a nervous chuckle. "We were the MILFS. Mu-Iota-something something." Angie says waving her hands and then giggling.

"And I just right now realized what it probably spelled out to anyone walking past." She continues to giggle and Hekapoo soon joins in.
"Well then we are pretty much sisters then. I'm in the SLUTS." Hekapoo said with a deep pride in her voice. "Sigma-"

"I know those! They were a sister sorority! I had completely forgot about them!" Angie says before embracing Hekapoo and giving her a big squeeze. "OOO! Sister! I can't believe it! What are the odds!" Angie babbles in amazement before she chuckles and untangles herself. Hekapoo keeps her arms firmly around Angie's hips and keeps their legs entwined.

Angie blushes as she stares into the younger womans eyes. Her full lips. Her round face, her sharp teeth, her very tanned features. She is breathtakingly lovely. Angie feels a strange shiver in her heart and in her loins that she could not entirely explain. She shakes her head and steps back. The weed was probably going to her head much much faster then she had anticipated.

"Well I am glad that you are taking this entire me marrying your son so well." Hekapoo said with a wink and a wiggle in her hips as she moves around the mother. She glances up and down and Angie finally manages to take a breath and control herself.

"How exactly did you and Marco meet? Where and when? I am sorry if this seems rude but you don't exactly seem to be..." She pauses thinking of the most diplomatic word.

"His type?" Hekapoo chuckles and nods. "Nah I get it. Let's just say that we met at a party by a very overly eager friend, then we became workout buddies. And then something more." She pops her moist lips and Angie shivers in amazement. Hekapoo winks at her and stubs out the last of the joint before going back inside. Angie following after her in a strange daze. She can't explain her feelings but she thinks that it is what clothes in the washing machine must feel like.

Angie and Rafael stand out on their front lawn as Marco and Hekapoo walk down it hand in hand. Angie gasps and covers her mouth in concern as Marco swings his leg over a motorcycle. Hekapoo joins him and wraps her arms tightly and firmly around his midsection. The red headed gorgeous woman nuzzled her head against Marco's back before rolling her eyes and putting on her helmet on Marco's orders. The two then practically flew down the street with the motorcycle making loud noises the entire way.

Angie feels herself nervously twisting next to her husband. Blinking after them as she tries to think of what these new and strange and wonderful feelings are. She bites her lips and a growing ember in her stomach seems to erupt. She grips Rafael by the shoulders and brought their lips together. They would not be leaving the bedroom at all that night!

Around a week after meeting Hekapoo, Angie and Marco were meeting at a small cafe. Angie was of course excited since she had not seen her son for a long time and he was the one buying her lunch.

Angie sat down at the table across from her son and gave him a hug. The coffee was brought over and the two caught up and talked for what seemed like hours. Angie tucked some hair behind her ear and finally noticed that Marco was staring at her intensely. He was blushing a little bit. She blushed as well.

"What is it sweetie? Do I have something in my teeth?" She asked smiling at him. Marco rolled his eyes in response.

"No. Well, this is sort of something with Hekapoo." He grinned nervously. "She sort of likes you. A lot. And she asked me to ask you something because well...she's a little nervous about it."

Angie sat up straighter and pressed a palm to her chest. "Oh my. Nothing serious I hope." She says nervously.

"No, but it is important. She was...well she likes you. A lot. And Hekapoo and I don't exactly have a...conventional relationship. It is a very open one. And she wanted me to ask you. To sort of...well...she was wondering if you want to sleep together." Marco pauses and taps his fingers together. Angie stares at him in amazement. Her mouth widens, her eyes pop, and she sets her coffee cup back down.

Angie gazes at her son, debates his offer and tries to think of a good response.

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