It was my best friends 18th birthday and I was over for dinner. It was the end of July so I was home from college and we had been hanging out a lot. I had known him since I was twelve and we had been best friends since we were 13. His birthday was less than a month after mine, so I had just turned 18 and I was still a virgin.
His dad was out of town working on some construction project so it was just my friend, his three brothers, his three sisters, his mom and I. Around seven o'clock, she made a delicious dinner of tri-tip and then had cake. I was going to spend the night and then the next day we were going to go see a Giants game. After dinner and cake and a while of talking, she went up to put the kids to bed. As she walked up the stairs, I noticed for what had to be the millionth time, since I had first seen her, the way her tight rear shook as she went up the stairs.
After she left, I leaned over on the couch to my friend and whispered, "Damn, your mom is hot." He swung at me playfully and I leaned against the side of the couch and kicked my feet up as we switched the TV to ESPN. Now it was around nine-thirty and I said I was going to go up and change into more comfortable clothes. He threw a pillow at me and said something about not doing his mom and we both laughed.