Neighborly Mom

One night when I was eighteen, I was lying in bed. I was totally enjoying myself when suddenly in the window, I saw my best friend's mom watching me. The window was open and she whispered for me to come over (they lived next door). When I went to her house, she was already in bed. She lifted the covers and told me to get in so we could cuddle. I did so, and it wasn't long before she was teaching me things that an eighteen-year-old boy could usually only dream about. We still have sex now. I am twenty-six, and she is fifty-six.

— Julio, 26