I didn’t go out of my way to chat up Rick’s wife, Laura, at the company picnic, but I certainly didn’t run the other way when the opportunity came up. She’d looked so yummy in the dress she’d worn to the Christmas party that I’d thought of her often since then, though this was the first time I’d actually seen her again since that night. I reintroduced myself and reminded her that we’d been sitting nearly across from each other during dinner at the Christmas party but she told me that she remembered me. I didn’t read anything into this, but I also didn’t think it would hurt to flirt a little bit, since she was a total MILF. She was probably close to my age, thin and blonde with tits on the smaller side that had clearly been unencumbered by a bra that night at the Christmas party. I did want to at least let her know that her dress made an impression on me, for what it was worth.
When i was in high school are group of friend would hang one of my buddies houses like all the time. I was there maybe like 3-4 days of the week at least for hours. His mom was pretty good looking lady. Full on milf status were talking here. 5’8ish Middle length dirty blonde hair firm body id say C tits easy.
I was just out of high school when it happened. I stopped by Brian’s to see if he wanted to go fishing. I knocked but no one answered. It wasn’t unusual for me to walk on in and head up to Brian’s room if no one answered so that’s what I did. As I got to the top of the stairs I saw a light coming from his mom’s room. I was going to head on past to Brian’s room but something made me stop in the hall outside her room. The door was open just enough for me to see inside.
One of my best friend’s mothers is about 42 or 43 years old and is absolutely gorgeous. She is about 5′ 7″, with long, smooth legs, and perfect breasts that are not too big not too small. They are natural looking, so they look perfect. She is the typical blonde stacked soccer mom who everyone wants to fuck in the neighborhood. She is a gardener and takes extra care of her bushes in front of her house and her gardens in the backyard.
…so I have a problem-child… My name is Nancy and my daughter is Heather…
She still lives with me at 18 years old while going to Community College nearby. Her father and I have been divorced for a few years now so it’s just the two of us. Heather is NOT one to follow rules so we often had fights about curfew, grades, partying…and having boys over when I’m not home.