Ricky Takes All:
A Mother’s Solace.

By: Born Alex

Copyright © 2026 by Born Alex

All rights reserved.

CHAPTER ONE: JUST A VISITOR

When I arrived at Pamela’s home, it was already evening.

It was my first time in the area, so I was relying on my car’s GPS to guide me. I drove slowly down the residential neighborhood; I could see kids all around playing about. It was also a quiet place; it was clear that only people within the high-income bracket could afford to live here. And I was impressed.

“You have arrived at your destination!”  the map’s automated voice told me. I pulled the car to a stop, glancing around with uncertainty.

“Just look for the only house with lots of flowers,” Pamela’s voice rang in my head as I remembered the direction she gave me. And sure enough, I could see that I was at the right place.

“Here goes nothing,” I muttered as I switched gears and then pulled into the driveway before I parked the car one final time.

As I killed the engine, I remained seated in the car for a while. Using the mirror, I studied my reflection. My lipstick was on point, just as I wanted it, and my make-up was perfect. As it should be. Just because I was going through a messy period in my marriage, it didn’t mean I had to look a mess.

With a sigh of satisfaction, I picked up my phone and took my keys. I then stepped out of the car, locking it behind me. Once it was locked, I turned to the window and studied my full reflection this time. I was wearing a sundress with thin straps and a low neck, showing off the cleavage of my full and plump breasts. The dress was free on my body, which was how I loved it. I was also wearing a hat on my hair, covering my snow-white hair.

“Oh yeah,” I whistled as I studied my reflection. As the baddies said online, my body was definitely tea! If my dumb husband wasn’t smart enough to see what was right in front of him, then we had no business being together.

I unlocked the trunk of the car and took out my small box, which held all my clothes for the trip. I tried my best to travel light, so that whatever else I needed could easily be bought at the store. Once I had it, I rolled the box on its tires down the driveway to the front of the house. I could smell the fragrance of the flowers; they were pretty strong in the air.

From a young age, Pamela had always been fascinated with flowers and beautiful things, so it was no wonder she had utilized them in her home. The time Pam Pam spent learning and enjoying flowers, her elder sister Cindy spent it jumping from boy to boy. Gosh, Cindy, as a teenager, had really pushed me to my limits. But then, what could I say? She was her mother’s daughter, right?

I stopped at the door and knocked; the knock reverberated through the house. There was no response for a while. I then raised my hand to knock again, but then the door swung open from the inside, and suddenly, my dear daughter was grinning at me.

“Mom!!!” Pamela screamed, her arms wide apart as she jumped into mine.

I hugged her tightly. It’s been over a year since I last saw her, ever since she moved into the city, getting her to come around more often had been difficult as hell. Which was why finally seeing her again was just great. I had no idea I had missed her this much.

I stepped into the house, and as the door closed behind us, I took another look at my daughter. She was glowing! She was wearing a big polo and a mini skirt, both of which were rumpled. It looked like she had quickly tossed them on when she heard my knock. And not just her clothes, her hair was tussled as well, and there was a red spot that appeared to be a hickey at the side of her neck. I wondered briefly what exactly she had been doing when I knocked on the door. But at that moment, it didn’t matter at all, because I was psyched to see her.

“Just leave this here, Mom,” Pamela said, taking the box from me. She slid it out of the way to the side of the living room. “I’ll take you to your room later. For now, I want you to tell me everything. What the hell is going on between you and Derek?”

Derek was my husband, and we had been married for about ten years, after I divorced Pam and Cindy’s father. Things had been going so great, living our lives in retirement and traveling around the world. But then, for some reason, he came across this red pill content on social media.

“What the fuck?” Pamela cried. “Isn’t he too old for stuff like that?”

“We’re both too old for those things, dear. We’ve been married for ten fucking years, and all of a sudden, he wants to know about my past.”

“Your past?” Pamela shifted closer to me. “He does know that you were with Dad before him, right? If not, how else did you get two gorgeous daughters?”

“No, that’s not what he’s talking about. He wants to know about before your father, my time as a teenager and young adult. And honestly, I’m not sure I’m comfortable having that conversation with him. And for some reason, he just keeps insisting he wants to know. And it’s been causing serious fights between us.”

“Why don’t you just tell him anything at all to get him off your back?”

“Nah… I made a promise to myself never to lie to him. I’m not starting now, I’d either tell him the truth, or I’m not. Anyway, it should be my choice, not him trying to make me tell. I got fed up with his nagging and eventually left him.”

“It’s just a separation for now, right?” Pamela asked, “You planning on going back to him?”

“I don’t know yet. That’s also why I needed to be somewhere else for a while, clear my head, and think outside his space. Later, I’d decide what I’m going to do.”

Pamela nodded. She then took my hand and squeezed it affectionately.

“You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you wish.” She then gets up, “fuck me, would you like something to drink?”

“Yeah, anything chilled, please,” I told her. “This hot weather has me messed up.”

“No worries, Mom.” She said, “Your body will adjust to the house’s cooling system soon. You’ll be just fine. I have freshly squeezed orange juice in the fridge. I’ll get it for you. It might take a minute, though.”

“No problem, I’m just fine. It’s not like I have anywhere else to be.”

I relaxed into the couch as she walked out of the living room into the kitchen. Beside me, I saw the TV remote. I reached for it, but in the cracks of the couch, I noticed something wedged deep inside it. I picked it out, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw that it was a panty. It wasn’t just anyone; I knew it was my daughter’s because both Cindy and Pamela used the same brand. However, the panty was wet and sticky. It was almost like it was soaked with pussy juice and cum.

“What the fuck?!” I dropped it immediately, just as I heard footsteps returning to the living room. I shoved it back into the crack. I was going to pretend I didn’t see it.

When the footsteps got to the living room, I realized that it was way too heavy to be Pamela. I turned immediately, and sure enough, I saw Ricky for the first time.

This was only my first time meeting him physically; we had spoken over the phone and on video calls in the past. I had also watched his matches as well, so I knew what he looked like. However, being before him, it was different. He was exuding an aura, one that I couldn’t just put a finger on. He was bare-chested and wearing only really small shorts. I drank in the sight of him, and I felt a dryness in my throat. His ripped muscles and pacs were calling to me. And even worse, his shorts were almost skin tight, so I could see the bulge there. Was this motherfucker erect?

I felt butterflies in my belly as I stared at him, my eyes drawn to his groin area.

“Hello, Melissa,” he said with his deep guttural voice.

Then, before I could even do a thing to avoid it, he walked up to me and pulled me into a hug. I basically melted in his embrace, especially when I felt the tip of his cock poking my belly.

I realized then that my visit to Pamela was only going to make things worse for my already shaky marriage.

CHAPTER TWO: HER MOTHER’S DAUGHTER

Ricky held me close for about thirty seconds, his hands settled calmly over my lower back, and I felt my body react instinctively. I almost wanted him to grab my buttocks and squeeze them. I wrapped my arms around him. I just wanted him to swallow me whole.

Then, without a word, he pulled away from me. Almost immediately, I felt this aching void, and I just wanted to be in his arms once again.

Fuck! I screamed in my head as I sat back on the couch. It has been so long since a man affected me this much. And on the first meeting? What the hell, Melissa?

“It’s good to finally see you in person, and I have to say, the pictures don’t do you any justice to how beautiful you are.”

The compliment affected me more than I wanted it to. I found myself playing with the ends of my hair as I smiled at him, “You think so?”

“Of course,” he smiled back. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d have guessed that Cindy and Pamela were your sisters, not your daughters.”

“Oh please…” I couldn’t help it. I was charmed.

Just then, Pamela returned with a jug in her hand and two cups. Her eyes widened as she saw Ricky.

“Babe…” she muttered.

Ricky pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately before me. It was as if he didn’t even mind that I was there. I also saw how Pamela unconsciously pressed herself against his firm body.

“Oh my God, Ricky!” Pamela muttered after a while, when she was able to pull away from him. “My mom is here.”