"Fantastic!" My smile broadened and I'm sure mom just thought it was because of staying with my best friend.

That was a big part of it, but the mention of Mark's mother, Melanie, had me excited for another reason. I hadn't seen her in close to a year and missed being around the woman who'd inspired my wet dreams from the first time I'd met her back when I was a freshmen in high school. Damn she was hot and the thought of not only seeing her again, but spending two weeks checking her out whenever she or Mark wasn't looking was icing on the cake.

“Couple of things though." Mom said.

“Sure, what are they?" at this point I'd agree to anything.

“one, you swing by and visit your grandparents, both sets, they miss you too.

“No problem." Visits I could handle.

“Two, make sure you thank Melanie, its very gracious of her, she wouldn't even let me give her any money to get you guys pizza or buy extra food or anything.”

“I will thank her the second I get there." I promised, thinking I was now looking forward to seeing her as much as Mark.

“Last one, you know Mark's parents got divorced a few months ago and he works and goes to school. You're pretty handy so if Melanie needs anything taken care of around the house, help her out."

I recalled how upset Mark had been on the phone when I spoke to him during the divorce and he had mentioned his mother had been moping around the house for months. On that note I figured there was more than just the house not getting taken care of and right there in front of my mother found myself wishing she'd ask me to help her out with that.

"Steve?

"Oh," I grinned at her as she cut into my waking fantasy, “Count on it, mom, I'd do anything for Mark's mom."

I pulled into the driveway at Mark's house and called him from the car to let him know I was here.

“Hey, buddy He chirped into the phone, "What's up?"

“Downstairs, man. Just pulled in."

“Oh, good timing! I'm just getting us into a group for Call of Duty, so grab your bags and come on up

“okay, but give me a minute I want to tell your mom thanks before I head up and get lost in the game."

“Sure, she's in the back planting flowers, I think."

I got out of the car, and after grabbing just the smaller bag for now, walked through the fence and into the back yard. As I did I noticed the door that used to be there had broken off its hinges and was leaning against the fence.

I saw the hinges were still there, just bent. That would be my first project. A couple of minutes with a hammer and some knew screws and it would be as good as new, I walked through the side yard around the back, noting a couple of spots where the fence needed to be fixed and the deck could use painting.

I was starting to make a list in my head of a few things I would need down at Home Depot, when I turned the corner of the house and saw Melanie in the garden and totally lost my train of thought.

Mark's mother was on her knees facing away from me and my eyes locked onto her ass. Melanie was wearing a pair of tight denim cut offs that were not only short, but with her bent over had ridden up higher.

I could see the sweet curve of her ass cheeks and watched as she wiggled it back and forth while digging at something in the garden. I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes moving back and forth with her ass as if I were being hypnotized.

She stopped moving and my eyes wandered down to the backs of her supple, tanned thighs and calves. Melanie sat up on her knees and reaching up, fumbled with her black hair that she had pinned up due to the heat.

Melanie was wearing a tight white tank top that was low cut in the back and seeing the sweat slicked smooth skin of her back all my teenage fantasies came back as if they had never left.

I remembered countless nights of sleeping over and sitting on the floor of the living room watching movies or playing video games while sneaking furtive glances at Melanie as she lay on the couch watching TV with us or reading.

She never dressed slutty, but had no issue with wearing shorts that stressed the word short or the little dresses she would wear when she went to sit by beach and would leave on when she came home.

Melanie was a dance instructor and had the legs to go along with it. My eyes would run up and down those legs imagining my tongue doing the same. At night when I knew Mark was sleeping I would slip into the bathroom and jerk off thinking of those legs, as well as her lips, wrapped around me.

I hadn't seen Melanie in close to a year and while at school my fantasies had turned towards the numerous hot young coeds I saw every day, but after less than five minutes of staring at her ass, I was reminded of why she'd been my go to fantasy from day one.

Melanie finished messing with her hair and started to lean over to attack the flower bed, when I cleared my throat, "Mrs. Kennedy?"