I met Paul in High School while taking an advanced math class. He had recently moved into the school district. We had quite a few common interests and quickly became friends. He lived a few subdivisions over from where I lived and we hung out at each other's homes after school hours, even as we turned 18 in our senior year. We were part of a small quiet population in the school where we were not nerds, not the athletes or popular kids, and not the anti social kids either. It was difficult for us to get a date much less maintain any sort of relationship with any girl in the school.
I liked hanging out at Paul's house more than my own. Paul had a younger sister who usually butted into whatever we were doing. When she became too obnoxious we usually razzed her about her flat chest and she would leave us alone for awhile. Paul's mom was very nice to us and I thought she was pretty cool for a mom. She had been married to a jeweler at a very young age. It was her first summer job was in his shop and she became romantically involved with the owner. After he died a couple of years ago was when Paul's family moved into my neighborhood. They were very well off because of a large death insurance policy but his mom worked anyway. I thought she looked young (around 35) and very pretty for a mom. Most of my other friend's parents and mine were in their 50's and their looks had seen better days. Paul was embarrassed sometimes by his mother's looks when his friends were around.
There was many a Friday or Saturday night where I spent the night at Paul's house and his mother would make us breakfast the next morning. She usually had a sexy outfit on in the mornings. My favorite was when she would wear this sheer blue baby doll top with rows of blue ruffles and matching blue panties. Sometimes she wore a bra underneath and sometimes not. When I first started to spend the night as his house, I asked Paul if his mother dressed like this all the time. His face turned red as he nodded yes. I could see that it did embarrass him in front of his friends and I never brought up the subject again but I continued to enjoy the breakfast show at his house.
Paul's mom was often the subject of my imagination when I was jacking off in my bedroom. She was slim and petite with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She was not large chested but had big nipples which I caught an occasional glimpse showing through her sheer blue nighgown. I dreamed of being naked with her in her bedroom and exploring her body. As a teenager I thought about many people as I stroked my cock, teachers, friends, students, movie stars. Paul's mother was my favorite fantasy. I even thought about Paul's sister on occasion.
Our senior year passed too fast as did the summer. I was going to the local university and Paul had a scholarship to an east coast college. Paul and I spent the last sleep over at his house talk about old times and how cool college would be. That morning during breakfast, Paul's mother invited me to come any time and visit even though Paul would be away at school. I thought her invitation was just being nice but Paul told me later that day that she was sincere. She would not have said that if she really didn't mean it and she liked me the best of Paul's friends. Two days later Paul was on a plane to his new life at college.
College started for me the following week and it was a big change from high school. It took several weeks to get used to the study routine and college consumed almost all my time that first month. I yearned for the recent past with an easy high school and good times with old friends. I called Paul one night to talk out my blues and we had a long conversation about our first college experiences. His situation was not much different than mine. He asked if I had called his house or stopped by. I told him that I had been too busy up to now but promised to stop by the following week.
Keeping my promise to Paul, I stopped by his house after classes. It was almost 5:00 PM and thought that his mother would be home from work by then. I rang the doorbell and his sister, Patti, opened the front door. She broke into a big smile and gave me a big hug. The hug was so tight that I could feel her rib cage press into my chest. She was very happy to see me then took my hand and practically pulled me into their living room. Patti explained that her mother was running late with traffic as we sat down to chat. She told me about her new year in school, I told her about college, and then we exchanged the conversations we had with her brother.
A few minutes later Paul's mom, Paula, came through the front door. She broke into a big smile and gave me a hug with a kiss on the cheek. She was very happy that I finally stopped by. I explained that my first time in college kept me very busy and apologized for not coming over sooner. We chatted for an hour and then Paula asked me to stay for dinner. I had to decline as I had a test that next morning but promised that I would take her up on her offer next time I stopped by. We chatted more and mainly repeated what I had told Patti earlier. I excused myself to leave although I really felt like staying longer but I knew I had to study that night. Patti waved goodbye and grinned while Paula gave me another hug before I left.
I made several more visits before the semester was over. Each time I was greeted like a long lost member of the family. In fact I started to feel closer to Paul's family than my own. They certainly seemed to be more interested in my life than my own parents did. Right before the semester ended, the college had a small art fair outside of the main cafeteria. The art classes were selling their semester projects. I found a lot of the work really cool and very cheap. I saw a couple of items that I thought Paula and Patti would like and decided to buy them. They had treated me so nice over the last few years that I wanted to give them presents for Christmas. A couple of days before Christmas, I drove over to Paula's house in the late afternoon to drop off the presents. It started out as a cold sunny day but as afternoon came, it became very cloudy and windy.
On the drive over to Paula's, I could feel the wind push my car and whistle around the windows. I saw her car in the driveway as I parked on the street in front of her house and knew she was home. I grabbed the two wrapped presents and pushed against the wind while walking to the front door. I could feel my face getting wind burn just being outside for that short time. Patti answered the door and let me in.
"Hey mom" exclaimed Patti, "Guess who's here?"
Paula looked through the kitchen doorway into the living room and said, "Hi there! Be out in a second."
"What smells so good?" I asked
"Mom's making Mexican tonight" Patti smiled, "Is that for me?"
"One of them is" I smiled back.
Paula came into the living room while drying her hands with a kitchen towel. She gave me a hug and asked, "Really good to see you. I hope you can stay for dinner. Semester is over and you have no excuses."
I laughed, "Of course I'll stay. I love your Mexican food."
Patti squealed, "Look what he brought us!"
"Just a couple of presents" I said, "Your family has been so nice to me these last few years."
"Can we open them now?" asked Patti.
