Alex’s mother was the hottest mom in the neighborhood when we were growing up. When short shorts were in, she was always flashing her ass cheeks. When flowy dresses were in vogue, she’d step outside to deliver lemonade and snacks to us, and I’d catch the silhouette of her hourglass figure beneath her thin dress in the bright sunlight.

But there was more to Mrs. T than her banging body. She was truly nice. She laughed at our jokes and told us new ones. And before we all had our own licenses, she was always happy to give us a lift.

I envied Alex for his mom. I wished, sometimes, she was mine. Until I turned 18, and those flashes of thigh and cleavage meant a lot more to me. Suddenly, I didn’t wish she was my mother.

I wished she was in my bed, and I was fucking her.

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