1. Sk1ll Zone


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: JollyBloke03, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    My name is Isaac Rothach. I'm a sixteen year old junior. I only turned sixteen a few months ago. I'm 5'9" and I'm slim, with a tight six-pack. My shaggy red hair reaches my shoulders and my piercing green eyes tend to attract girls. I kind of feel bad about turning so many of them down, but I don't want a girl who only wants me for my looks. Junior year has been rather pleasant so far. I haven't slept with anybody yet, mostly because of my parents. It's rather ironic that I can hear them having sex nearly every night, because for some reason they thought it would be a good idea to give me the bedroom directly beneath them. But that's of no matter. I'm here to tell a story, so let's begin, shall we? ***** I sit in a bean bag chair holding a controller in my hand. Sk1ll Zone is possibly the best video game known to man, and my best friend, Owen Oliver, would agree. Owen is just as tall as me, but has short mocca hair that doesn't even pass his ears. He keeps it neatly combed and he also has a set of black, square-rimmed glasses. He also has captivating brown eyes. "Skill shot!" he shouts. "Damn it!" I shout back. "Haha just admit it, I'm better than you." "Well I can't practice the game on the system every day like you can." "Oh don't be so jealous." "Jealous? I'm anything but jealous." "That's your ego talking. You're just not as good as me." "Oh shut the fuck up." We both laugh and get up. We fist bump and head downstairs to the kitchen. Owen's mom, Gwen, is there. She's a ...
    gorgeous woman, and is only forty six. She has full D cup breasts and stands only a head shorter than Owen and I. She is a very curvacious woman, and her hips are very enticing. Her long wavy brown hair is up in a bun for the time being. She wears a pair of black leggings that snugly fit her legs, a sleeveless floral white blouse, and a pair of dark purple flats. She wears her white apron over this, and holds a skillet in her hands. She flips a pancake a few times. "Oh hello, boys. I hope you don't mind, but I'm making pancakes for lunch," she says without turning around. "Oh, well that's alright, Ms. Oliver," I reply. She turns around to face us. She smiles kindly. "You can call me Gwen, you know." I blush and smirk. She turns back around and continues to cook. Owen and I go to the fridge and grab a couple of water bottles. We head back upstairs and Owen elbows me in the ribs. "You got a thing for my mom, huh?" he laughs. "Oh shut up man." I stayed over for the rest of that day. The day wasn't really what was important, it's the night we're going to focus on. ***** I lie on the floor at the foot of Owen's bed. He's sound asleep, and I get up to go to the bathroom. As I walk by Ms. Oliver's room, I hear moaning. I stop and quietly step sideways to her bedroom door. I press my ear to it and the moaning becomes clear. I wonder who she's with, but I don't hear a man and there is no shaking from the bed. I place my hand on the handle and hold it. I turn it slightly, making as ...
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