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that I have never seen in the eyes of Joe’s
mom or Vanessa’s mom or any of my friends’ mothers.  Mrs. Brooks was different
in all ways possible.
    My
fantasy lasted a fraction of a second and I said, “I was going to grab a
coffee.”
    “Great,
I’ll come with you.”  She put out the cigarette and called to me.  “I’ll buzz
you in.  Come up I need a minute to put something on,” and she went inside.

With Cream on Top
     
    “I
just came out of the shower,” Mrs. Brooks said as she closed the door behind
me.  “Lyn just went in; make yourself at home. I will be back in a minute.”  She
went inside the bedroom and closed the door.  Her blond long hair was still
wet, and she was not wearing a bra under her robe. Her wet breasts clung to the
satin fabric, and they looked perfect. As I was about to sit down, she opened
the bedroom door just enough to tell me that there was some beer in the fridge
if I would like some.  I told her that I was fine, and I sat down.  She opened
the door again and said, “By the way, call me Becca,” and went back in and kept
the door slightly open.  From where I was sitting I could see the bedroom door,
and I was able to see Becca moving inside.  I wanted to keep looking and get a
glimpse of her naked body, but I reluctantly looked away, and tried to
concentrate on something else.
    I
loved Lyn’s apartment.  It was an open space with the kitchen open to the
living room, and on the other side, there was a door leading to a bathroom and
a bedroom next to it.  The bedroom was big enough for a double bed and a ‘woman
grade’ wall closet.  There was even a wood-burning fireplace in the living
room, but I am not sure if Lyn ever used it.
    Becca
was fast.  She came out wearing a navy blue V-neck dress, the same kind of
dresses that Lyn wears, but on her mom, it looks even better.  Becca had fuller
breasts, and her cleavage pushed up above the neckline of the dress, revealing
her ample curves.  She stood in front of me like little girl and swirled.  As
her dress lifted slightly as she spun, she turned and asked me, “What do you
think?”
    “You
look magnificent,” I replied, my throat dry and barely able to contain my lust.
    “Let’s
go, handsome boy. Oh! One minute.  Let me tell Lyn that we are going out.”  She
walked towards the bathroom door, knocked and opened it a little bit.  “Honey,
Richard and I are going for a coffee.”
    Lyn
came to the slightly open door and obviously didn’t know that I was there because
she opened it some more.  I was able to see her thighs and her right breast
dripping wet.  Still not knowing that I was there, she asked her mom, “Who’s
Richard?  My Richard?”
    “We
will be back in an hour.  Bye now,” Becca quickly said, not answering her
daughter’s question.
    I
turned to go to the door when Lyn saw me.  I didn’t see her, but I heard her
shout at her mom.  “Ma! What the fuck?  Why didn’t you tell me that Richard was
here?”  Lyn shouted as she closed the door a little bit and held her hand over
her breasts.
    “Who
comes out of the bathroom naked?”  Becca asked.
    Lyn
told her, “Just don’t take the key with you.  It’s the only one I got, and
don’t be late.  We are going for dinner,” then she shouted to me, “No crazy
ideas, Ricky boy, or my dad will cut your nuts off.”
    “Just
one kiss, I promise.” I said laughing.
    She
threw a bar of soap at me, but it missed me and hit the door.  Becca laughed
through all this and ran to the door, and we ran down the stairs. We went out
to the street, still laughing and pretending that Lyn was running after us,
naked and armed with a shampoo bottle.  I didn’t know that Becca was this
cool.  Lyn and I had never talked about our parents, although we were very
close.  She always said that her mom was a teenager wrapped in a grown up woman,
and that Lyn sometimes feels older than her mom.
    Becca
looked gorgeous walking beside me.  I never had