Note: Welcome to the first installment of my new series Milf Tails. Because each of these stories is a standalone featuring different characters this series will not feature chapter numbers, but be listed as Milf Tails and the title of that particular story. All these stories feature smoking hot milfs and cougars looking to play with a lucky young man. A common theme (but certainly not limited to) throughout this series will be the milf of the hour being the mother of our hero's best friend for a little added thrill. Note these stories are a little shorter and on the fun frivolous side as opposed to some of my more 'dramatic' stories. I hope you enjoy them. LC68
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"Can you fix it?" Joe asked from over my shoulder as I peered at his frozen computer screen.
"For the third time, I think so." I replied, bringing up the task manager, "And do you think you could back off a little? I like you, but you're not exactly who I want breathing in my ear."
"Sorry." Joe moved from behind me and sat in the chair next to me. "But all my school works on there, plus since dad took the lap top, my mother's been using this too." He sighed, "It's all we have right now."
"Hey, no worries." I gave him a confident smile, "I'll get it going."
Joe nodded and began tapping his fingers nervously on the old kitchen table he was using as a desk. I felt a pang of sympathy for my best friend.
His asshole father had been caught cheating a few months ago with his intern and the divorce had been ugly and cost Joe's mother her entire savings to be able to keep the house. Money was tight for them and I knew something like this was a huge deal.
Looking through the list of programs I wondered for the hundredth time why Joe's father cheated in the first place. Joe's mom, Melanie, was fucking hot; so hot that for three straight years the guys in our home room had voted her sexiest Milf.
Much to Joe's chagrin, I had showed a picture of her to the guys in our fraternity and it looked like she was going to win at the college level as well. What his idiot father thought he was getting from some young girl, he couldn't get at home, who knew?
Not that I had ever been with a woman older than me, but all the porn videos and even regular movies made older woman out to be a damn wild ride. One thing was for certain, I'd be lying if I ever tried to tell Joe I had never beat off to the visual of his mother taking me for said wild ride.
"I feel stupid," Joe cut into my less than pure thoughts, "But my father always handled the tech stuff. If it's not an art program I don't know what I'm doing."
"It's cool Joe. We're all good at different shit." I frowned at the screen. "Hey, says there's a program running on this called protect your pc."
"Mom went on a site and that popped up." He shrugged "Norton expired and it's pricey so she downloaded it."
"It's a virus itself." I explained, "It gets in your computer, slows it up then wants you to sign up for it so it can fix itself."
"So we're screwed?" he sighed.
"Nope." I waved my hand at him, "I'll upload AVG. It will wipe it out."
"But we don't have any..."
"Free." I put my hand up while shutting the computer down. "Before I upload it though, I'm going to go through that disaster under the table, make sure everything is hooked up right."
Joe looked down to the mess of tangled wires and plugs. "Yeah, dad hooked this up for me and as you can see he did a shitty job, I was going to try, but not sure what's what."
"I'll make it neat." I pushed my chair back and sliding off, crawled under the table and began unplugging everything from the wall.
"Man Phil, I really owe you for this."
"Hey, that's what friends are for."
"Yeah, but you don't have to keep fixing all the crap I mess up."
"I don't have to do anything," I assured him while tackling the tedious process of unknotting the wires and tracing them to their origin behind the pc and printer.
"Hey, you boys want anything?"
At the sound of Melanie's voice, I turned my head from the wires and found myself staring at her bare feet. Her nails were painted deep red and she was wearing a silver ring on the middle toe of each foot.
There was a small colorful butterfly tattooed on the top of her left foot and I could just imagine those feet against my shoulders, or bent behind her ears. I grinned at the thought you knew a woman was hot when even her damn feet could turn you on.
Forgetting about the cables in my hands I let my gaze work my way up her legs. Melanie had a rose tattooed on her ankle, the stem wrapping around her leg and a small unicorn on the calf of her other leg.
Those calves were pretty damn fine even when she was barefoot, but when she was in those fuck me heels she wore to her new part time waitressing job, they were mind blowing.
The table only allowed me to see just over her knees and I wondered what she was wearing; maybe a nice tight pair of shorts, or perhaps a skirt? Melanie worked in an office during the day and generally wore skirts that, although not improper, tended to be above the knee.
"I'm all set mom." Joe answered.
"What about you, Phil, would you like some iced tea or a Coke?"
"No thanks, Mrs. Wilson." I replied, trying to refocus on the task at hand rather than the legs of my best friend's mother.
"Hey, Mom, Phil said the computer's okay; he just has to put a free program on it."
"Really?" Melanie squatted down so she could look at me "That's great Phil! Thank you!"
I couldn't answer right away for fear of my mouth opening and staying open. Melanie was wearing a short black skirt and when she squatted, not only had it ridden up, but her legs were wide open.
I could see straight up her skirt and was confronted with the view of a white thong between her tanned thighs. Melanie was not exactly slender; having a delightful set of curves to her mature form and her lush thighs looked soft and inviting.
Not as inviting as that thin strip of white material looked, but I was sure they would be fun to kiss before getting to the sweet spot between them.
"Phil?" she prodded.
"Yeah, um, n...no problem." I stammered, forcing my eyes from between her legs.
That was a mistake as my eyes widened at the sight of her large breasts protruding from her low cut sleeveless red blouse. This was one of her waitressing ensembles I was a huge fan of and even on all fours under the table my cock was stirring.
The tops of her well rounded tits were tanned, but I could see the creamy skin of her lower breast down the shirt. Under the revealing top was a red bra which consisted of such flimsy red lace I could make out the shadow of her nipples.
"Earth to Phil!" she whistled and I felt myself blushing and hoping to hell she hadn't noticed me gawking.
"Oh, sorry!" I held up the cord to their speakers, "I was just trying to figure out where this goes."
"Beats me," she shrugged, causing her tits to jiggle, "All I know is the tab always goes in the slot." She sighed, "At least that's how I remember it, but it's been awhile."
"Mom!" Joe exclaimed.
"Mom, what?" she rolled her big brown eyes, "You guys are nineteen, not nine." She gave me a huge smile, her teeth white and perfect between her full ruby red lips, "Not boys anymore, but men. Right, Phil?"
