This is a story about a hot mom, Bobby's hot mom.
I say to you, if you believe anything believe me, she was one smoking hot sexy mama. The summer before college, I gained a whole new respect for the sexuality of older women that to this day I still get off on. That summer our crew of friends were hanging out a lot at Bobby's house.
Bobby's mom, Mrs. Archer, was a super nice lady who was always caring and accommodating to house guests. We'd get snacks and drinks. And watch television until whenever. I don't know why I never paid much attention before but Bobby's mom was MILF level hotness.
Over the years I had been noticing Mrs. Archer even more. She had worn mostly thin loose dresses. I enjoyed her fashion sense by searching the shape of her body underneath the flowing colors and finding the hidden curves of her very round breasts.
When she made certain movements her dress would pull real tight over her tits and you could really make out their smooth and ample fullness. When she stood sideways you could easily see her perky nips' pushing out through her dress. I wasn't the only one noticing? I'd look around at the other dudes around her, some hover way too long, were gawking it up around Mrs. Archer. I get it. But those guys were looking desperate and ruining it for me.
I imagined how the other male parents and teachers in the school were undressing Mrs. Archer all hours of the day. I even imagined how hot it would be if some of the ladies were fantasizing about undressing her too. But every once in a while, a jealous mom would shoot Mrs. Archer a passive aggressive scowl. She didn't seem to give two shits, either about the sexual attention from men, or the shade she was getting from the dried up prudes. She took it all in stride.
One day at a school-wide picnic, Mrs. Archer was there to help, just like the other parents. She was so jovial it was contagious, laughing and pawing at people. Her food table was never without a swarm of men until she left, and after she sold all her team's food in record time. I remember her sexy wardrobe must have pissed off those prudes who weren't selling shit: she wore a classy pink and red bra easily seen through a thin white shirt with low neckline, it looked like that shirt had seen a lot of love before, and was tucked into worn white daisy dukes that left just enough room for her beautiful unblemished ass cheeks to peek out underneath. Her hair was done up into a bow shaped bun, and she wore hot pink lipstick to match her freshly painted nails. I spent most of the day creeping around her too, to catch glimpses of her beautiful under cheeks.
After Bobby's dad left Mrs. Archer, who I heard he had another family in New York, it was then that I surmised the reason she ditched the loose clothes and started wearing more form fitting attire. She was a cougar on the hunt now.
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Bobby, Terrance, Eli, and I just finished a pick up game of b-ball with the local court rats. We'd lost 21-19. Nobody had bet money on the game, just street cred was lost and there was no time to win back the respect. The Sunday game had started on TV and so we booked it back to bobby's house on our bikes.
"Watch it, ass-munch!" Bobby shot at Terrance who pushed past him through the garage door.
Terrance raced to the fridge and was pounding down the orange juice straight from the bottle by the time Bobby, Eli and I came into the house.
Terrance grab the remote and plopped down on the couch in front of the television. The screen came on, the volume was peaked, the voice of the announcer blared. "...and the free throw attempt doesn't work again, shame..."
"Fuck dude, my mom is home, turn that shit down." Bobby shot again across the room. "I'm gonna take a shit now."
Bobby disappeared down the hall. He was in a hurry.
Bobby was sort of a junk-yard-dog and he took it upon himself to protect his mother and sister. Not that they needed protection, especially his sister (later that summer she would take Terrance's virginity, some would say by force, another story). I think he really had anger management issues. Maybe the divorce. Maybe just genes.
Eli nudged me.
"What?" I asked, eyes on the game.
Eli nudged me and nodded to the backyard. I turned and looked to what had to be the hottest fucking sight I'd seen in real life—there was Mrs. Archer. Bobby's mother was sunbathing on a lounge chair by the pool. Hot as the day, she was totally topless, full round tits pointing to the summer sky. The sun glinting off her tight nipple rings and reflected a radiant glow on her golden skin.
She was completely casual about reaching out to take sips from her tall glass of whatever Maitai it looked like she was drinking; either she was unaware anyone was here watching (which I don't see how since the TV was still fairly loud) or she was unconcerned about whoever was home, which fucking turned my dick hard.
Fuck me. Please. Fucking fuck me.
I was too young and immature at the time to be an exhibitionist for real, but I salivated at the fact when I saw other people who were sexually unencumbered. This was the first and only time I saw any of my friends' moms naked. And I am very glad it was Mrs. Archer.
Later I would go home and use this memory to inspire countless hours of masturbation but right now—Mrs. Archer, I'll just take you all in with my eyes and commit you to memory.
Terrance, oblivious still, was fixated on the game.
"She doesn't even know where here." Eli said. "Look at those tits! Look at how hard her nips look."
Seriously though. I think she does know.
"I want a fucking photo." Eli whipped out his phone.
Of course.
Bobby turned the corner, took one look at where Eli was pointing his camera and then shoved him into the couch where he toppled over onto Terrance. "Dude what are you doing? That's my mom douche!"
Terrance and Eli scrambled on the couch. "Hey man. I'm watching the game." Terrance pushed Eli to the floor without looking from the television.
"Yea I know. Your mom is hot!" Eli burst into laughter his back on the floor, arms extended up grabbing and squeezing invisible breasts in the air.
"Shut the fuck up Eli!" Then Bobby smacked me in the back of the head. "You too dork. Stop looking."
Sure thing dude. But how will I forget?
"Sorry dude. You know..." I faked sounding sorry. "Got anything to drink?"
Bobby already had the refrigerator open and was opening a couple brown bottles. He handed one to me gave the door a push and walked away like his warnings to us made his mom disappeared from sight.
"Hey what about me. What hospitality!" Eli jokingly complained.
"Get it yourself. Wanker."
While Eli and Bobby traded insults I pounded back the malty drink in the hopes that my boner would subside. But, I'd gone commando that day and combining the fantasy of Mrs. Archer with the soft rubbing on my cock against my pants was getting me harder, if that was possible.
I watched the game from the kitchen while Bobby and Eli engaged in some immature couch fight, and Terrance kept them at arm's length, visibly annoyed. But my eyes kept drifting to the backyard.
After the first half of the game, I saw Mrs. Archer sit up rub her hands down her body, around and between her legs and back up from her bubble ass to when she caressed her boobs and nipples in the most sensual way. She took a small towel and patting down her body starting with her neck, then stood and threw on a white sheer robe that did little to hide her body. She sashayed to the master bedroom through the patio doors but I swear she shot me a sideways look. A split second glance. A whole understanding delivered in that glance.
Did you enjoy young man? You like what you see? Wish you could have this don't you? Naughty boy.
Holy hell. I fucking am naughty.
