TL;DR: Spent three years of my life fantasizing about my friend’s mom. My senior year of college she blew me in the shower then had me fuck her in front of her husband.
My roommate Eric’s mom, Linnea, was hot—like super-hot. She was a Swedish immigrant, so platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She must have had Eric when she was 16, because she could have passed as still in her thirties. She was tall—5’10—athletic and thin and spoke with the sexiest Swedish accent. I met her for the first time our freshman year when Linnea strolled in a pair of tight jeans and sneakers and handed her son a pack of toilet paper as I walked into our dorm.
Eric and I quickly became buddies and rushed together and even pledged to same fraternity. Eric came from money growing up in the suburbs of Chicago. I’m a good ol’ southern boy from south Georgia who got into a California school he could never dream of affording on an athletic scholarship.
Over the next few years, Linnea and I actually became friends. She would visit her only son several times a year, and anytime her visits coincided with one my games, she would be there cheering me on with Eric (when he wasn’t hung over).