Mrs. McConnel… MILF.

It was a warm summer day, the 23rd of July to be exact and I had a long day ahead of me. Today, I turned 21. Me and a few of my friends had made some big plans for the night, plans to go clubbing. Here in Miami, you have to be 21 years of age to enter bars after a certain time of day so we decided tonight was going to be my night. It was mid-day, around noon when I had decided to pop over to my friend, Jeff’s house to pick him up. We had made plans the previous nights to go out during the day to get some shirts, go play pool; you know. The usual. I got into my 2001 VW Jetta and left for his house.

I arrived there around 2:15pm and noticed that his car was gone. None the less, I figured that his mother could have borrowed it to go run some errands so I parked my car in his place and exited the vehicle. As I approached his walkway, I noticed the curtains moving and figured that someone was home.

You see, me and Jeff grew up together. We’ve known eachother since we were around 6 years of age so we treat eachothers homes like our own. Ie: Walking in without knocking.

I opened up the door and called out. “Jeff… Jeff you home?” I heard the water running in the kitchen and could smell freshly cooked food. “He’s gone to meet Robby, he told me that you might drop by. It’s okay by me if you want to stick around and wait Jeff. The remote is on the couch, make yourself at home.” Ah. His mother. “Oh ok Mrs.McConnel. That’s fine. I’ll just watch some TV and wait for him.” Wow. Jeff’s mom. She’s not too hard on the eyes let me tell you. In fact, she’s very attractive and fit for a women her age. I’ve never asked her age but she has to be at least in her late 30’s or early 40’s. Appearance wise, she looks like a 25 year old. I mean it. She’s about 5’9″ and weighs about 130Lbs. About 15Lbs of that 130Lbs can be blamed on her tits. She has a washboard stomach, long slender legs, and the nicest CSL’s I have ever seen. Even nicer than those of Angelina Jolie. Her skin is tanned, toned and looks to be well moisturized. She has big brown eyes and dirty blonde hair which she usually keeps back in a pony tail. As I flick through the channels on the TV, my mind begins to wander. In fact, it wanders back to when I was 17 years old and spending the night here because my parents were out of town and didn’t trust my party-throwing ways.

I can remember hearing the shower running while I was trying to sleep. The constant sound of the water was bothering my bladder, causing me to have to urinate. I waited for the shower to stop before climbing up out the bed in the spare bedroom right next door. The bedroom is right between the bathroom and Mrs.McConnel’s room. As I opened the door, I rushed out without looking; bumping into someone and knocking them to the floor. “Hello?” I asked, nobody answered. I reached into the room closest to me and flicked the switch. I was both astonished and afraid because what I saw excited me and made me nervous.

Mrs.McConnel lay there, dazed and confused. Holding her head. Naked as a newborn baby and spread eagle. The towel on the floor beside her. She slowly noticed me standing there and quickly covered up. “I’m sorry Mrs.McConnel…