Growing up we moved a lot....I mean a real lot, sometimes twice in a year, which as a kid sucked, I mean just when I started making friends someplace we would have to move, as an only child it was frustrating, maybe if I had a brother or sister it would have been easier.
By the time I reached High School I was rebelling more and more about any move. We had been in the same place for almost 2 years and I had made some real friends and when the time came for us to move on I just flipped out...it was the beginning of my senior year and I wanted to finish where I was.
After much yelling and crying and planning an agreement was struck for me to stay with what was now my best friend Steve's family. Steve lived in a big old house with 3 floors; he had an older brother who was a pain in the neck and a younger brother who was very shy. Everyone had their own bedroom, and they had a couple of extra rooms up on the 3rd floor.
From the first day we met Steve and I clicked, we liked the same things had a similar sense of humor and we were both a bit nerdy. Even our birthdays were just days apart, we both turned 18 together at a party thrown by Steve's family. Steve's mom was hot (what we would call a MILF today) and his dad worked nights and was rarely around.
My dad agreed, much to my relief, to send money every month to cover my expenses and give me a small allowance. Within a couple of weeks I had moved into a small room up on the third floor...it really wasn't much bigger than a typical bathroom but it was warm, it had one window, space for my stuff and a desk, and chairs, and I had privacy. I was the only one up there as the other much larger room was used for storage.
Steve and I hung around together constantly and often we would do our homework upstairs in my cubby hole as I called it so we could escape from his brothers. His mom would often come up and check on us bring us snacks drinks and so forth.
One night she came up to bring some snacks to us all she had just a t shirt on, no bra and short shorts. I could see her dark nipples showing through the thin fabric. She stood leaning in the doorway and all I could do was stare at her tits as she talked to us. My cock growing harder by the second. A crooked smile was on her face as she walked into the room bringing some snacks.
I could tell she had been drinking her speech was a bit slurred, as she put a bowl of chips on the desk she stumbled and fell into me knocking me back onto the floor and she landed right on top of me, my hands instinctively went up to stop her from falling on me and I grabbed hold of her tits....when she landed on me it took what felt like forever for her to right herself and for me to let go of her tits.
