My Friend's Hot Mom Housewarming Party

By Laura Lovecraft

For Danny, life just keeps getting better. Not only is he doing well in school, but he has a good job as a bartender and best of all? He just got his own place right over the bar. Now that he has some privacy, Danny can't wait for the next time a young woman shows some interest in him and he can take her upstairs. At this point Danny doesn't think life could get any better, but he's wrong.

Tonight is ladies night and who walks in, but his best friend's hot mom, Allison, who helped him get the apartment. Surprised to see her, especially dressed as provocatively as she is, Danny asks why she came by. Allison tells him she that she came by to see his new place and to give him a special housewarming present.

For Danny life is about to get even better because Allison plans on giving her son’s good looking best friend a housewarming party he will never forget.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura Lovecraft
• Release date: Aug 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311703446

Laura Lovecraft

Support me on my new Patreon!Like her famous namesake, Laura was born, raised and still resides in historic Providence, Rhode Island. This Lovecraft's writing however, brings thrills of a completely different kind! Don't let that pretty little pout fool, erotica’s bad girl is not for the faint of heart!Although Laura has dabbled in many genres and kinks, she's most famously know for keeping it in the family. Over the years, Laura, who with tongue firmly in cheek, refers to herself as the queen of the taboo, has built a reputation for having a unique style.Aside from some of her 'one handed read' anthologies and an occasional short piece, Laura is known for writing long, slow burn stories full of conflict, character development and an attempt to make such an extreme kink as incest, somewhat realistic and believable. In the words of Laura "My smut has depth dammit!" but no worries, she knows what taboo-and all erotica fans come here for-and she delivers the heat as few can.So don't stop at this bio, check her out for yourself and browse her over 200 titles

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My friend’s Hot Mom: Housewarming Party

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Laura Lovecraft

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My friend’s Hot Mom: Housewarming Party

Copyright © 2014 by Laura Lovecraft

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Chapter One

I jumped at the sound of the phone ringing and reaching out, fumbled around on the nightstand. My hand closed around my cell phone and still laying there with my eyes shut I slid my thumb across the screen and grumbled, Hello?

Danny! It’s Jack, get your ass down here!

Down, where? I asked, sitting up and rubbing at my eyes.

To the goddamn bar, you dumb ass. Jack snapped in my ear, It’s five of seven; you’re going to look like an idiot being late when you live upstairs!

Shit! I exclaimed, swinging my legs off the bed, I stood up, looking for where I tossed my clothes. I’ll be down in five.

Better hurry, Mitch ran out to pick up some things we’re low on, but he’ll be back soon. He’ll be pissed he doesn’t see you here.

Okay, thanks Jack.

Thank me by getting your ass down here I want to go home.

I ended the call and dropping the phone on the bed, located some clothes on the small chair in front of my desk. I slipped my jeans on over my boxers and began looking around for a shirt. I hadn’t unpacked all my clothes yet and becoming impatient, dumped a trash bag full of shirts onto the chair. The bar was usually warm so I grabbed a sleeveless black t-shirt and put it on. I slipped my shoes on and walking over to the mirror mounted to the back of the bedroom door, took a minute to finger comb my short black hair.

I frowned at the red around my normally bright blue eyes and wondered if I had time to hunt down the visine. Mitch was always making cracks that all guys my age were stoned all the time and didn’t want to give him any ammo tonight. Truth was my eyes were red from a full course load and bartending five nights a week at Mugshots, a hole in the wall pit that nonetheless did well because it was near the PC campus.

The last three days, I’d had less rest than usual, but for a good reason. Last week Mitch had mentioned they had finished renovating the three room apartment over the bar and had asked me to help him run an ad for it. When I found out he was only asking a hundred a week and it came furnished except for a bed, I asked if he would let me have it.

Mitch balked at first, saying he didn’t want to rent to a kid. When I pumped myself up and declared I was twenty and not a kid, he’d laughed until he had gone into a coughing fit. I’d reminded him that I had worked for him for over a year and never taken a night off and he trusted me to close out the drawers and handle his bank deposits.

When I added having me upstairs would mean that if the alarm ever went off I could just run downstairs instead of him having to drive out in the middle of the night to check on the place, he’d started to listen more seriously. I made enough to afford it and it was closer to school than where I lived with my folks and I certainly would never be late for work and a staircase away if Jack or Janice, the other bartenders, ever called out.

Seeing him swaying I told him how badly I’d been wanting to live on my own, not