The table only allowed me to see just over her knees and I wondered what she was wearing; maybe a nice tight pair of shorts, or perhaps a skirt? Melanie worked in an office during the day and generally wore skirts that, although not improper, tended to be above the knee.

“I'm all set mom." Joe answered.

“What about you, Phil, would you like some iced tea or a Coke?"

“No thanks, Mrs. Wilson." I replied, trying to refocus on the task at hand rather than the legs of my best friend's mother.

“Hey, Mom, Phil said the computer's okay; he just has to put a free program on it."

"Really?" Melanie squatted down so she could look at me "That's great Phil! Thank you!"

I couldn't answer right away for fear of my mouth opening and staying open. Melanie was wearing a short black skirt and when she squatted, not only had it ridden up, but her legs were wide open.

I could see straight up her skirt and was confronted with the view of a white thong between her tanned thighs. Melanie was not exactly slender; having a delightful set of curves to her mature form and her lush thighs looked soft and inviting.

Not as inviting as that thin strip of white material looked, but I was sure they would be fun to kiss before getting to the sweet spot between them.

"Phil?" she prodded.

“Yeah, um, n...no problem." I stammered, forcing my eyes from between her legs.

That was a mistake as my eyes widened at the sight of her large breasts protruding from her low cut sleeveless red blouse. This was one of her waitressing ensembles I was a huge fan of and even on all fours under the table my cock was stirring.

The tops of her well rounded tits were tanned, but I could see the creamy skin of her lower breast down the shirt. Under the revealing top was a red bra which consisted of such flimsy red lace I could make out the shadow of her nipples.

“Earth to Phil!" she whistled and I felt myself blushing and hoping to hell she hadn't noticed me gawking.

“Oh, sorry!" I held up the cord to their speakers, “I was just trying to figure out where this goes."

“Beats me," she shrugged, causing her tits to jiggle, “All I know is the tab always goes in the slot." She sighed, “At least that's how I remember it, but it's been awhile."

"Mom!" Joe exclaimed.

"Mom, what?" she rolled her big brown eyes, "You guys are nineteen, not nine." She gave me a huge smile, her teeth white and perfect between her full ruby red lips, "Not boys anymore, but men. Right,

Phil?"

Feeling like a horny kid, I nonetheless agreed, "Yup, young men."

"Good looking ones as well." My eyes widened as those words were accompanied by a wink. She was still squatting and had to know she was giving me a show; was she flirting with me? Don't be an idiot;

I thought even as I took in her long curly sandy brown hair and wondering what it would look Like across my stomach.

“But what I was saying Phil before you got distracted by..." she gave a meaningful pause that deepened my blush, “Where to stick your plug, that it's not Mrs. anymore, I'm divorced remember?"

“Sorry,” I nodded as I plugged the USB into the back of the computer.

Her crack about thinking about where to put my plug had my hand trembling as I imagined my personal plug slipping into a soft, wet, and much older slot.