My dad left when my sister was very young and my mom struggled to make the money to raise us both. The only other significant person in our lives was ...my mom's best friend Lisa. She was a stunning example of the perfect MILF- slim, busty and as curvy as you could hope and she was the focus of much of my teenage angst. She was often over at our house, babysitting my sister and I when my Mom worked late at the hospital. I spent many an hour in my bed fantasising about how those luscious big. My cock was still in my hand and her knickers to my face.She stood there for a second before saying “ come with me”. She turned and I was half expecting a telling off but she walked in to her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.“You dirty bastard,” she said “so you like sniffing my dirty pants?”Before I could respond she started to pull down her dark blue tracksuit bottoms. She sat there in her white knickers. “Take my pants off” she ordered. I took hold of the side of her knickers and eased. "But I know you can do without me from here on in. Be happy, you two," he said as he opened the door. "You deserve it."That's that, thought Mike as he merged his car with the traffic on the Santa Monica Freeway. Those two kids are going to do all right. He looked around, groaned as he saw a rush hour traffic jam forming in front of him. He was in a special hurry to get home that evening: Lisa was fixing his favorite meal, complete with champagne, to celebrate his promotion to Captain. The. If you wouldn’t mind a little secrecy I suppose I could teach you after he leaves.” “That sounds great to me but are you sure? I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.” “As long as you’re willing I would be happy to teach you Aubrey.” “Perfect. I’ll be here tonight at 945 then?” “Sounds great.” The rest of the Jason’s day went off without incident. His classes were fine and he got to joke around with his friends but he couldn’t shake the thought of his upcoming secret class. He knew nothing.