My buddy Nate’s Hot Mom

When I was 14, I had a friend named Nate whose house I used to hang out at a lot. Nate introduced me to Dungeons and Dragons, among other geeky escapes from the drudgery of Junior High. We were really good friends for about 2 years and then we went our separate ways. I’ve not spoken to Nate in probably 30 years or more.

I have no clue as to why, but I had a hot dream about Nate’s mom the other night. What’s funny about this is I don’t normally remember my dreams, plus I’ve not thought about her in YEARS. I don’t even recall thinking of her as hot back then, even as horny as I was in those days. I had a hard-on for just about every single girl whose name I knew that was even remotely attractive back then, but moms were just off my radar. It wasn’t until I was in my 20s that I got into older women.

Nate’s mom was in her early 30s when I knew her, but I can’t say for sure. Her name was Doreen (I think), but we just new her as Nate’s mom or Mrs. R. She was this short, slender brown/auburn-haired stay-at-home mom with small, yet perky breasts and a nice ass, which she almost always clad in extremely well-fitting jeans or tight cotton exercise pants.

I wake up early in the morning. Nate is still in a deep sleep. Not wanting to wake my friend I slip out of the room and pad down the hall to get something to eat. Wearing only a light pair of cotton pajama pants, I round the corner to the kitchen and head straight for the cabinet where they keep the breakfast foods. As this is not my first time here, I know right where to go to, even through my morning mental haze. In my grogginess, I completely fail to notice that Nate’s mom is on her knees, only a foot or two away from me, scrubbing the floor in her cleaning clothes.

Being that my ass is sort of flat, my pants don’t stay up all that much, save for hanging on the root of my cock and what little cheek I do possess. As I open the door to the pantry, I stand sideways, lit by the kitchen window. Moments later, Doreen senses my entrance into her kitchen. She rises to her knees, sitting on the heels of her feet, in order to say hello.