The Good MILF

Jace Hollis -

Community college hardly fit me. I was top of my class and I didn't even try. It was the second semester of my first year and I still haven't figured out what I want to do with my life. I was just getting my basics done here, so I had a little bit of time, but I could feel the days ticking down until I had to make a meaningful decision in my life. Mom said I could go to the state college so long as I lived at home... and I was perfectly fine with that, but I told her save the cost per credit for something worth while... once I figure it out. So I sat on a bench in the round, mulling over my life and waiting for my mom to pick me up.

"Jace!" Boy-band Blake, named for dashingly handsome face and manicured apparel, shouted over to me as he and the other guys bee-lined my way. My class got out early, but I was still waiting. Always waiting. "Is your ride not fixed yet?"

"No, it's still in the shop." I reply. I had gotten in a crash the week prior and mom said I need to pay out of my own allowance to get it fixed. Even though I didn't work, mom said it built responsibility. I'm not sure how. Dad still sent me money despite the divorce, so I dug into some of my savings. No big deal, besides a sprained wrist causing me to jerk it left handed for a while.

"So, you need a ride, or what?" Chance, chimed in. "We're headed to my place to shoot some hoops." Basketball was usually a good time. Maybe its Chance's black heritage, but he could always dunk on all of us. Although, I could shoot 3 pointers like no one's business. "Maybe you would give these guys a chance." He chuckled, rubbing his chiseled jaw.

"Not today... my mom's picking me up... and we're going to hang out." I reply scratching my head and looking for her arrival.

"Man, if my mom was as hot as yours I would hang out with her too." Chance replied.

"True." Blake responded. "I don't mind waiting around if only to see her walk away."

"Wow! Really guys...? She's gonna be here any moment. Plus, you're coming over tomorrow. I hear you talk like that around her... I don't mind fucking one of you up." I stand and get in Blake's face.

"Chill man," Chance says, laying a hand on my shoulder. "We get yah. But you can't say it ain't true. Even the hottest chicks I've dated... and you know I can score... don't hold shit to your mom. It's kind of unreal."

Gavin, the comedy relief of the group, took that moment to pipe up. "Your mom's a MILF duuude. I would pay money for a night alone with her."

"I know she's attractive, but I don't think about her that way," I reply.

Blake spoke. "Thought experiment, bro... take the hottest chick you've met... got it?" I nod. "Now put her next to your mom. Who's hotter?"

"Clarissa Gaines. Clear winner." I ponder.

"Dude," pipes up Chance. "I've fucked Clarissa Gaines.

"Not shit!?" echoed Gavin, with the appropriate level of surprise.

Chance continued "...She's stacked, but I don't think you are being objective. Your mom has something special. I don't know what it is."

"It's that MILF-iness." Gavin interjected.

"Not a thing..." I dismiss.

"How about this..." Blake said. "I would pay you a $1,000 to fuck your mom?"

"Easy. No deal. No amount of money would help me help you do that... plus, she wouldn't anyways."

"Are you so sure? You know I've got moves..."

"Pssh," Chance mocked. "Your game is weak, Blake. I could have her begging. How about we make a wager?"

"No wagers..." I try to shut it down before the guys commit to something idiotic.

Blake proposes a challenge. "If one of us can fuck the now single Miss Hollis, the others owe them a $1,000."

"Sounds good. Prepare to lose, bitch." Says Chance, gripping his hand and bonking heads.

"Fucking Deal." Says Gavin, gripping Blake's other hand and joining their head huddle.

"You in, Jace?" Blake asks.

"What the fuck do you think?" The nerve.

"I'll take that as a yes. Boys, we have a pact."

I'm fuming at this point. I wrap my arms around them and git in real close. "I swear to God if you try your stupid moves on my mom tomorrow. I will kick you the fuck out of my house and game night is officially over. K'peesh?"

"K'peesh." They repeat solemnly.

"Party pooper," Gavin retorts.

"What's going on here? Are you cuddling?" my mom asks with a sing song tone, high heels coming to a stop behind me.