"I got a chance to stay a couple of extra hours tonight."

“Cool, I picked up hours last night, we keep saving we can go on that trip to Florida this summer." I whistled into the phone, "Nude beaches, Steve!"

“Yeah, I know, but about that favor?"

“Oh, sorry, I was thinking about tanned tits." I laughed.

“Get laid, Tom." He laughed in return, “Tits are all you think about." "You don't?"

“Well...yeah, but I have a pair I can play with."

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes, "That's some way to ask for a favor." "Sorry," he said sounding anything but.

"I have class tonight and planned on having time to go home and eat and grab my book. Can you swing by my house and grab my Anatomy book and the notebook on top of it and drop it off here?"

“Aw, come on, man! You should have called ten minutes ago I was right by your house, I just got home."

"So it'll only take a half hour to grab the book and drop it off."

“Can't your mom do it?" I asked, “I worked all night and had class all day, my eyes are burning.

“She's not answering; she might be out by the pool and doesn't take her phone outside with her, says that's her time to not be bothered."

I didn't answer right away, instead I pictured Steve's mom, Karen by the pool. Saying my best friend's mom was hot was like saying Bill Gates had a few bucks, the woman was smoking! Last time I slept over Steve's, I'd spent a good part of the afternoon lounging by the pool with my sunglasses on so Karen, and Steve for that matter, couldn't see me ogling her. She'd been wearing a two piece red bathing suit some girls my age wouldn't wear and looked just as good in it!

I'd known Steve for five years and lost track of how many times I'd spanked it to his mother. Every time I slept over his house it was inevitable. I'd wait until I was sure he was asleep and laying there on the spare bed, not five feet from him, I would blow a load to the thought of Karen blowing me.

“Hello? You there?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," I answered, stopping at my front door and adjusting the raging hard on in my shorts. Jeez I needed to get some.

“I was..." I grinned, “Just thinking about your mom by the pool."

"Don't be an ass." Steve replied, "I get that enough from the other guys." “Hey, that frat Jack belongs to voted her cougar of the year!" "I know."

“Hey, I'm just goofing with you, Steve." I eased up sensing he was annoyed.

I didn't blame him, Steve had been enduring comments about his mother since his friends were old enough to know what sex was and although he usually laughed it off, it did get to him sometimes. I felt a quick pang of guilt. I was his best friend and he was right, I didn't need to bust him up about it.

“Yeah, I get it, but it gets old." He replied, "So anyway, I know it's a hassle, but can you grab my books? I don't need them for a couple of hours if you need to do other things."

I now felt like a jerk and responded quickly, “No worries I'll head over now that way I and drop them off and come home and pass out."

“Hey, thanks, Tom! You're a real friend, buddy!"

“Remember that and see if Cindy has any single friends." I told him.

“Will do!" he laughed and hung up.

Well, at least I could probably catch Karen by the pool and perv on her a little without Steve around. Yup, that was me, a real friend.

I pulled in front of Steve's house and before I exited the car, paused to run my fingers through my dirty blond hair, fixing a few strays that were sticking up. Getting out, I took a minute to tuck in the sleeveless black t-shirt I'd changed into.

After a glance at my reflection in my side mirror, I rolled my eyes and pulled it out. The fact I'd changed into it at all was idiotic. I'd been hitting the gym and getting some sun and a couple of girls at school had made remarks I was looking pretty good.

For whatever reason I always tried to look good around Steve's mother, well at least since I'd noticed she was a hundred percent bona fide Milf as hot as any of the ones I watched on the porn sites. In fact it was my best friend's mom who had unwittingly got me into checking out milf and cougar porn in the first place. I'd sit there and watch those lucky young bastards getting taken for a ride by a hot woman twice their age and wonder if any of that stuff ever really happened,

I supposed it did, but not that much. Steve's mother was hot, but she had a professional job, was always a mom first before anything else and acted pretty reserved around me and his other friends. Then again, that damn bathing suit. She had to know it drove me wild.