Move in day

The moving truck stopped at the Miller's old house on a hot and humid Saturday in July. The Miller's dad took a job in Chicago and left our sleepy suburban town in the south far behind.

I watched from my second story bedroom window. Posters of blockbuster 80s and 90s movies were taped haphazardly on my walls. Comic books and sketch pads were strewn about the floor. I was so bored. Middle of summer with nothing to do. Too young for a drivers license and I lived too far to ride a bike into town. Like all stories that start off with bored teenage guys, I swiveled my HD telescope toward the Miller's home to surveil the forthcoming neighbors.

A rather fat and greasy middle aged man in blue coveralls exited the orange moving truck. Sweat was already glistening off of his balding head and dark wet spots mottled his uniform. He was sweating like, well, like a fat guy in summer in the south. His apparent coworker was a pimple faced skinny redheaded in a similar uniform but his hung loosely off of him, probably two sizes too big.

A white SUV pulled on the street in front of the house. A kid my age and size emerged from the front passenger door. Unbeknownst to me at the time, this would become my best buddy chum, Tommy. All thoughts of future friendship fled my brain as the hottest mom I'd ever seen in my life stepped out of the driver side of the vehicle. Tommy's mom aka Mom I'd Like to FUCK, (MILF).

First off, Tommy's mom was not just a MILF, she was 'THE' MILF. I remember like it was yesterday... She appeared tall with a messy brown pony tail trailing down her back. Her attire consisted of short jeans shorts which emphasized her toned ass and long legs and a gray tank top. The rack was high and full which the telescope observed a healthy amount of cleavage. I was smitten. She said something to Tommy and circled around looking at their new neighborhood.

My adventure and peril both hinged on this moment. Tommy's mom finished her circle viewing the neighborhood and looked up. Maybe it was an odd twist of fate or maybe my telescope glinted off the sun. Time seemed to stop as she looked directly at me with large circle sunglasses. Her hand raised to her sunglasses and lowered them slightly so I could see those pale blue beauties. Her other hand rested on her cocked hip and then Tommy's mom gave a knowing hint of a smile. The smile that could cook an egg on a summer blacktop. The smile that could stop a man's heart. The smile that could launch a thousand ships. You get it... m

Tommy and I turned out to be best buds. We were constantly at each other's houses. We were inseparable. He used to joke with me about how hot my mom was and how he was going to bang her someday. This made it easier for me to reciprocate the sentiment. It was an ongoing joke but I really did ache bang his hot mom.