Chapter 1

In the last few weeks of our 7th grade year, my friend Dylan and I were starting to have more and more conversations about the girls in our school we thought were hot. It was fairly typical middle school boy banter, brought on by the surges of testosterone flowing through our veins.

“Can you believe how Tara’s tits came in over the school year?” I said to Dylan as we were walking to class together after gym.

Dylan, “No man, that girl is so fucking hot. Best tits in the grade by far! I would bang the shit out of her.”

Me: “Yeah, wouldn’t any of us?”

Dylan: “You coming over? Mom’s out tonight for a work event, so we can turn the movies up loud.”

I frequently went over to Dylan’s house, or his grandparents, during the school year. I didn’t have much going on and Dylan was from the rich side of town.

Me: “Of course man. I’m there. We’ll watch Pulp Fiction” (don’t judge, this was the mid-late 90s.) We were a small town in the Midwest, so a couple hundred thousand would basically get you a mansion. My favorite part of their house was their basement. Had a walkout patio with a hot tub in the back and a well-stocked bar. I will admit, as horny as I always was, I never was even a little interested in drinking alcohol ... but the bar looked really nice with all the bottles backlit against the wall.

But the crème de la crème was the entertainment center. Huge TV, surround sound speakers, and an insanely comfortable (and huge!) couch and lounge system. It was always great going to his house and getting to watch our favorite movies.

Lately, Dylan and I had been experimenting with each other. We were both a little awkward around girls, and we had both had a couple girlfriends, but the dominant conservative Christian culture in the area seemed to prevent most of the girls from wanting to fuck with us. But, it seemed, we were more than happy to turn to each other.

Over the last few months, mostly while hanging out after school or riding bikes at night, Dylan and I had exposed our cocks to each other, had stroked each other a bit, and had shared our fantasies about the hottest girls and women. What neither of us had told each other yet was how hot we BOTH thought his mom was.

Kathy was a 5’8, pretty typical housewife and mom with a lovely body. Deep auburn hair down to her shoulder blades, a 28 inch waist, and a bubble butt with hips a bit wider than her waist. You could always tell that she had big round tits that she was trying to mash down and hide to stay ... I guess respectable in our town. I was a fan of big tits and could never be around her without staring. Like I said thoughshe always kept them covered, as she was very active in one of the local churches.

Dylan and I had very similar body shapes. Average for middle school kids. Nothing spectacular one way or another ... at least that’s what I thought. By some chance of fate, we were likely in the top 5% in size range for cocks of the guys in our school. Oh sure, there was Donk, the 6’3 monster of a kid that had a 10 inch dick already ... he was the kid everyone made fun of in the locker room but couldn’t help stare at that horse dick. But Dylan and I were no slouches in the package department.

He was a pale skinned kid, German ancestry. His cock was a solid 7”, thick for a cock on a young kid, with a fat circumcised head on the end of it.

I had darker skin (adopted, but never met my birth parents), jet black hair. My cock was a bit longer, but I was uncircumcised. I was always proud that when I got hard you could see my veins better than his, but I also loved his cockhead and wished I had one like that.