After posting that photo-illustrated blog about the time I found your Mom's phone, the response was tremendous. But I never expected to get messages from Moms out there who wanted to show me what I might discover if I found their phones. For instance, what if it happened to be Tina's phone? She's a mom of two and told me it was obvious the kind of women I like and was quick to reveal that before she had k**s she was a 34C but now she's hanging proudly at 38F and was kind enough to display one for me: http://67.media.tumblr.com/a24e372e9e10e0d21190b3b7b28faae8/tumblr_ngd4c6q… 続きを読む

My mom, being single in her 40s, liked to have friends over often. She didn't throw ragers or anything like that, but she did put together fun things for her and her girlfriends (some divorced, some not) to do on a Saturday night. They'd do movie nights and Paint-and-Sip nights and sometimes even have someone who sold candles, makeup or even lingerie come over for a sales opportunity. As her college-aged son, I'd wander in and out and knew once the "gaggle of old ladies" (as she called them) showed up, it was a good idea to be out of the house. It was a lot of talking, cackling and laughing… 続きを読む

Remember when you went away to college and I stayed home? You asked me to look out for your mom because she was living alone for the first time. Well, I was happy to oblige. I didn't really know your mom that well, but I did know she was always quick with a smile and a very genuine person. I never understood why your pops left her and the more I got to know her, the less I understood it. We actually hit it off really good. She loved my motorcycle. We're both into classic rock. We both like burger joints. Did you know she likes to get high? Heh. You know what else she likes?… 続きを読む

Remember when you went away to college and I stayed home? You asked me to look out for your mom because she was living alone for the first time. Well, I was happy to oblige. I didn't really know your mom that well, but I did know she was always quick with a smile and a very genuine person. I never understood why your pops left her and the more I got to know her, the less I understood it. We actually hit it off really good. She loved my motorcycle. We're both into classic rock. We both like burger joints. Did you know she likes to get high? Heh. You know what else she likes?… 続きを読む

I could often fake an illness to get out of school better than anyone. I enjoyed my days off watching TV and lounging around the house by myself, but I often got bored. That's usually when I'd get in trouble. But on one particular day, my boredom led to one of the great discoveries of my youth. My window faced the side yard toward the neighbor. They had older k**s that I really didn't know well. I knew the mother a little just by a wave by the mailbox or if I rode my bike by her house, but that's it. I'd often look out the window towards the house, but not at anything in particular. Just… 続きを読む

I was walking the dog when I hear something buzzing in the leaves. It could have been a large insect or maybe an electrical wire, but when I leaned in for a closer look, it was, sure enough, an iPhone. Whoever was calling blocked their number. I let it finish buzzing until it went to voice mail. I put it in my pocket and brought my dog back to the house. I wandered off to the side of the house and inspected the phone. It was white. It had a designer skin over it and a beach scene as the wallpaper. Had to be a woman's phone, I thought. Amazingly, the four-digit code was 1-2-3-4. Who does… 続きを読む

Josh hung up the phone. He was definitely turned on now. His pants open, erection in hand, Josh got up to go grab some jergens and go to the computer. He thought he had some time before his mother got home to check some porn and maybe blow a load. But once he turned the corner, he saw his mother in the kitchen. Elaine looked right at his hand, holding his cock. "Oh shit...." Josh stuffed his cock back into his pants. "How long you been home?" Elaine studied him carefully. "Long enough," she said. Fuck, Josh thought, now I can't bust this nut. Josh went to continue to his room… 続きを読む

I was fresh out of high school, working over the summer before college at a department store. I befriended a middle-aged woman named Jean who had a vivacious personality that gave off a young energy for a woman who openly admitted to being in her 50s. Jean had no reason to apologize, she had such an infectious energy. Everyone loved her. I adored her. As the summer went on, I grew to absolutely love her. Jean took a liking to me, too. I was 18, tall and lean with messy brown hair. She would joke to girls who I may have been talking to that "he's all mine, you can't have him!" Everyone on… 続きを読む

I met Antonio at the local college in my freshman year. We were both the same story: couldn't afford to go away to school and undecided on our major. We shared two classes together in our first semester and decided to team up to help each other through the confusing maze of the commuter college experience. Antonio was, like me, a bit nerdy but he was handsome, with tan skin and dark eyes. We were both a bit socially awkward, which is probably why we bonded. We'd spend time in the library between classes and walk to the commons for lunch. We got close enough to talk about our ambitions, goal… 続きを読む

He climbed the tree to her window, feeling energized by the anticipation, the anxiousness and the chilly air of the early spring night. She left it unlatched, as promised and he slid it up slowly. In the distance, a dog barked. The neighborhood was otherwise still. Midnight was at hand. Her parents were gone for the weekend. Her brother was fast asleep in his room. With a swift agility, he pounced into the room. Her sweet perfume scent filled his nose as he inhaled. He could already feel his body tensing up. Every muscle in his young frame pumped with blood and adrenaline. She laid st… 続きを読む

The accident wasn't all Lisa's fault, but she carried the guilt with her as she often did with things in her life. The car came out of nowhere and demolished hers with quick v******e. But it wasn't the car that had her upset. It was what happened to her teenage son, Josh, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Both of his wrists were broken from the impact of the accident. Both arms were put in casts for eight weeks. For the first week, it was like he was a baby again. She had to help him dress and even feed himself. He eventually mastered the ability to hold a spoon and took a liking to dr… 続きを読む

[Note: This is very long and detailed. Some who prefer to just get to the "action" may want to scroll down to where you see this: *****. Others who may enjoy a detailed backstory/preamble may appreciate the effort. Either way, enjoy...] Jason almost ignored the opportunity he'd been waiting for since as long as he can remember. His iPhone vibrated on the futon next to him as he mowed down the enemy while playing Call of Duty, listening to young dudes barely old enough to pee straight cursing each other on the network like grown men. "Kill yourself, noob!" one screeched in a prepubescent… 続きを読む

Katie had just finished soccer practice when her phone buzzed a reminder. Dentist appointment. She was late. Practice went longer than expected and the team had a meeting to hash out some of the drama that lingered from a party that weekend. These are the issues of playing on a women's college team, you not only have the straight girls who have guy problems, but the lesbians also have issues with each other. The team captain had to clear the air about something that happened between two girls on the team. Katie, being a freshman, was still new to this world and so listening to two of he… 続きを読む

Josh paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked back. Shelly was laying on her side, under the cover, with her head propped up on her hand. She could have been a Renaissance Era painting. She looked voluptuous and beautiful. Her smile was impish and her cheeks were flush. The eye contact was minimal, however, because both understood just how far beyond the realm of acceptable they had gone. Shelly looked away and then rolled to her back. She spread the sheet over her torso and closed her eyes. Josh for a moment considered the alternative. Allow her to remain in "savasana", another yo… 続きを読む

Josh was excited about his new set-up in the basement of his mother's house. While most guys his age were creating man caves for their video game systems, he built a tranquil, spa-like room for his latest ambition: the****utic massage. He had been studying it for the past few months at a holistic center in the town where he attended college and came home to reveal that he was close to earning status as a licensed massage ther****t. It was good experience to have as he planned on attending medical school after college. Josh always liked helping people. He felt a personal enjoyment out of… 続きを読む

Christopher walked down the path from the school and by Ms. Palmer's house for the first time in what was almost 10 years. There she was, sitting on her back porch, smiling and enjoying her manicured yard filled with wild flowers and blossoming trees. Christopher passed the bushes that he once ducked between and instead opted for the side gate. She greeted him with her usual smile and a bottle of water. There weren't many things Christopher cared to remember at the 10 year reunion, but Ms. Palmer and her house was the first place he wanted to visit. They remained in touch through the years,… 続きを読む

Another trip to Mr. Brown’s office. My sneakers squeaked the down empty hall in a slow pace. I was in no hurry, I’d been through this routine enough. I wandered into the office and gave Mrs. Russo, the secretary, my usual grin. “He’s waiting for you, Edward,” she replied with some impatience. Brown was sitting at his desk and looked up at me with bifocals sitting on the edge of his pointed nose. “Close the door,” he ordered as I stepped into his office. I turned and shut the door, catching one last peek at Mrs. Russo. She gave me a secret wink before picking up the ringi… 続きを読む

The old man came home drunk again. Michael could hear him clumsily closing the front door and dropping his keys on the floor. The he trudged up the stairs and down the hall. He could hear him mouth breathing as an out-of-shape old bastard does. He was probably sweating, too, as usual. Michael knew what was next. He leaned his ear on the wall in the place he knew he'd hear the best. The old man stepped into the bedroom and Michael heard the bed squeal in pain from the mound of drunken flesh that dropped its weight on it. Michael pressed his ear against the wall more as he made out their voic… 続きを読む

I made one of those bold mid-life decisions a few months ago when I decided to leave a company I spent 15 years at to start my own business. The idea of waking up, lounging in my house all day needing only a computer, fax machine and a cell phone to consider it a work day appealed to me. I took my client roster with me and in no time business was a success. One morning, sitting at the breakfast bar in my kitchen, scanning the finance pages on my laptop. It was a lazy, warm day for me as I sat in an undershirt and boxers. This is one of the perks of a home office. Bored from… 続きを読む

I woke up sitting on the papasan in my dorm room, my textbook over my chest and my bottle of water spilled on the floor. My attempts to study were fruitless as my mind wandered from Greek mythology to erotica. I had a throbbing erection in my jeans from the images in my dream. I got up, stripped out of my jeans and into a pair of shorts. It was 11:35 and I knew my roommate was out for the night. I locked the door and switched off the light to go to bed. I noticed my laptop was still on. Before I could power down, I felt the urge to log in. Why, I don't know. But I did. A few hours ear… 続きを読む