Jim sat on his bed wondering if this Saturday night would be any different to every other Saturday night in his 18 years on the planet. Sure it was his 18th birthday and sure he was throwing a party that night but what could possibly happen that would make his life different? "I could have sex, for starters" he thought to himself. Jim was still a virgin, even at the age of 18. As far as he knew nearly all of his friends had had sex at least once, he had even caught some of them in the act. And they all made it known that they had done it, who they had done it with and what they did exactly. He felt like he would never get laid.
"Tonight," he whispered to himself, "tonights the night."
At 8:00pm the first guests started to arrive, all carrying cases of beer and bottles of spirits just in case the alcohol Jim was providing ran out. Jims mother and father were away unfortunately but they had asked some family friends to chaperone, even though they trusted him they knew he couldnt be everywhere at once. The family friends were their neighbours, Jack and Carol Dawson, whose daughter Erica was at school with Jim, and Mike and Kim Willis whose son Tristan was in Jims football team.
Carol Dawson was the epitome of the term M.I.L.F. She was 42, 54," 135 lbs with dirty blonde, shoulder length hair and deep blue eyes. Her breasts would have been close to a 34D before she had children (Jim had seen pictures) now they were enormous and had a slight sag that somehow made them even sexier. Her waist was still narrow and her figure tapered out to her luscious ass which was perhaps her best feature. And what a feature it was! It was like God had made a giant peach and put it where her ass was, it was just perfect. Kim was almost as sexy. She was 40, 52," 120lbs with very short dark brown hair which she always wore messy. Her figure was second only to Carols; she had 32C breasts that were still perky (Tristan had been adopted), a very slim waist probably only 9 or 10" acro... Läs hela novellen
