My high-school girlfriend Elaine was cute and sweet, but the problems in our relationship started when I met her mom.

We both grew up in the same small Eastern Pennsylvania town, but he was from money and I wasn’t. While I did drills, he mostly partied. However, whenever possible Craig would include me — especially because lots of the girls see the uniform and get wet, and he could thus score by being “the friend of the cadet.” We had a reasonably decent wingman system (pun intended), which worked out up until senior year when he got serious with what is now his wife.

Mrs. Georgia James.

She was blonde and curvy, with rosy lips, hips to die for, and heaps of Southern charm. The definition of a MILF, and boy, did I want to F.

Elaine never realized how much I wanted to... Read More