Jake was an 18year old boy that like most teenagers his age battled with raging hormones all the time. It seemed he was always horny and just the gentle breezes blowing his way was often enough to make his dick stand and salute. When not otherwise engaged in school or sports he thought of sex 24 hours a day 7 days a week. He was always looking for new ways to indulge in his passion and quench his thirst for the release he needed. Although he masturbated at least 3 times a day he never lost the urge to do it again. Only the social activities of life prevented him from masturbating more often.
At school he was often dreaming about the girls in his class, walking across campus or sitting in the library. He had sexual thoughts for some of his neighbors and even strangers in the street. If it was female he took the time to at least look and if she was well endowed then he might stare and follow her for as long as he could. He was always looking for a way to catch a glimpse of a girls cleavage if she bent over, 'accidentally' bump and maybe cop a feel of a girl coming in or out of class. Even some of his friends called him "The Perv" for his obvious actions.
So when one morning as he woke up to get ready for school his mother walked in to make sure he was up. Unfortunately he was 'up' and it was pretty obvious looking at the tent in the blankets. He saw his mother's eyes glance at the blanket and then tell him to get up and pee if he needed. Embarrassed, he yelled to his mom.
"I need a little privacy and I am awake, just leave!"
With a little giggle his mother left him to change and get ready for school. She told him breakfast was ready and it would only get cold if he dilly-dallied.
At least it was Friday. He got ready quickly and headed to the kitchen to eat. As he ate he looked his mom over, he'd always had a thing for a thing for his mom but could never admit to anyone, much less to himself. Still he found ways to observe her without her noticing. At 42 she was still a good-looking woman, her firm breasts, he learned by rummaging the laundry were a 42 D and she was slim, had a waistline a teenage girl would die for. Jake thought that her best asset was just that, her ass. It was it a full ass but firm and together with the rest of her body she was the "MOM" all his friends called a MILF. (Mother I'd Love to Fuck). When she went to work all the young guys and older men would stare as she walked past.