She was hot. She was athletic and in great shape, but she didn’t have one of those overly muscular gym rat bodies. Any straight guy would be attracted to her — and I was one of them. She also had a presence to go with all those bodily goods, a sensual vibe that turned heads. Her name was Clarice.

There was only one problem. She was the mother of one of my friends and co-workers. That put her about 20 years older than me. The gap was just so big.

Also, you don’t fuck around with your friend’s mom. Everybody knows that without having to know it, you know?

I had met Clarice at a softball game. I worked at an auto shop, and we played ball with some of the crews from other local businesses. Ike’s mother showed up at one of our games. I played third base, and Clarice sat in the... Read More