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    MILF Rocker
    MILF Rocker
    MILF Rocker
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    MILF Rocker

    By CJ Blake

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    Are YOU ready to Rock! Home for the summer, college student Sammy bumps into his blonde MILF neighbor, Mrs. Kennedy. She needs his help cleaning her basement. While cleaning, Sammy finds a box of cassette tapes. One is of the greatest rock band ever, The Wicked Wolves. Mrs. Kennedy surprises Sammy with tickets to The Wicked Wolves reunion concert where they make some sweet music of their own.

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    For the first time in months I was excited to wake up.
    It was the first day of summer vacation. I threw the covers off and jumped out of bed.
    As I got dressed in a pair of comfortable shorts and my favorite blue t-shirt I thought about how tough the year at school had been.
    My freshman year at Ford State didn’t go exactly as I had planned. I barely squeaked by with a C average, and worst of all, I still don’t have a girlfriend.
    I walked across the hall to the bathroom and brushed my teeth so they were nice and shiny and my breath was minty fresh. It sure was great to have a bathroom all to myself. Back at the dorm I shared it with a dozen other guys, and let me tell you, there was always a smell.
    I ran a comb through my short brown hair and looked in the mirror. I wasn’t a bad-looking guy, I just got all tongue-tied and nervous whenever a pretty girl was around. I couldn’t help it. I had had a few chances with girls this year at parties, but it always ended in disaster, me saying something stupid, or the time I stumbled and spilled my drink on a poor girl, or the time I accidentally knocked a girl’s phone out of her hand shattering the screen. I shuddered just thinking about it.
    I hurried downstairs and went straight to the kitchen. I opened the big stainless steel door of the fridge and grabbed a bottle of orange juice, the little blast of cool air felt great. Next, I went to the pantry and grabbed a granola bar, the delicious kind with all the chocolate.
    I closed the pantry door and Mom was standing right there in a pink robe, her hair pulled back, no makeup on. It kinda startled me.
    “You’re up early,” Mom said. “Joining us for breakfast?”
    “Sorry, Mom. Not today. I’m headed over to Tim’s house.”
    “I thought you would,” Mom said with a smile. “When’s the last time you saw your old friend?”
    “Christmas break,” I said.
    “Well, have fun,” Mom said as she shuffled over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs.
    “Bye, Mom.”
    “Bye, sweetie.”
    I devoured the chocolate granola bar in three bites on my way to the garage. I’d love to tell you that a sports car was waiting for me in the garage, like a Porsche or a Ferrari, but there wasn’t. I grabbed my bike (a ten-speed Huffy) and opened the garage door.
    I slung a leg over and sat on that familiar well-worn seat. I hit the garage door button, pushed off, and rolled out into the driveway as the big door rumbled down. I loved doing that, it made me grin, it always reminded me of being in an adventure movie, dodging a booby trap in an ancient temple or something.
    I stopped in the driveway and put my feet down. It was a beautiful morning, bright and sunny, birds chirping as they flew from tree to tree, squirrels hopping around and feeding their faces until their cheeks bulged. I finished off my orange juice. I tossed the bottle in the recycling and sat there enjoying the sweet and tangy aftertaste.
    I lived on Hawthorne Street and my buddy Tim lived two streets over on Fern Circle. I lifted my feet and coasted down the driveway. I didn’t even make it to the road before someone called my name.
    “Sammy, is that you?”
    I stopped at the sidewalk and looked around to see who was calling my name. I saw Mrs. Kennedy walking toward me. I froze.
    Mrs. Kennedy moved next door to us after she got divorced. I was in middle school at the time, and ever since the first day I met her I’ve had a huge crush on the woman, despite the fact she’s over twice my age. I’m ashamed to admit how many hours I’ve spent thinking

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCJ Blake
    Release dateJan 23, 2022
    ISBN9781005390273
    MILF Rocker
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    CJ Blake

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