While in graduate school, sharing a rental house, I got to thinking about writing a letter to Mrs. Schmitt, my childhood friend’s mom. I was avoiding my studies; I let my lurid imagination lead me to musing about sex. My cock twitched when I thought about Mrs. Schmitt making me eat her and blow my load on her tits. I thought back to her discovering me under her bed watching her in the bathroom when I was in High School. I had not contacted her since then; college had kept me busy with class work, drinking and hanging out with...
