friend's nude mom

At the end of 7th grade my parents bought their first home in a suburb of Los Angeles. It was a nice home, but the real win was that I quickly found two boys about my age as neighbors. Directly to the left of us was a a boy my age and the next house over was another boy about 2 or 3 years younger.

My parents were in their mid-40’s, both worked full-time and they were/are very religious, proper and straight arrows.

My next door neighbors were a hispanic family, also in there 40’s, that owned a bodyshop. She ran the front office, he ran the garage and they worked every single day. All my memories are of them are in their work uniforms – always. Their son, let’s call him John was the same grade and age as I was – but he went to a public school.

The neighbor on the other side of John was an anglo family in their 30s. We was a very tall man, always in shorts and flip-flops scientist or “math” guy that worked on airplanes and he traveled a lot. Mom was stay at home, very bohemian – not voluptuous, but very natural and pretty. Their son was younger and quiet but a good kid – let’s call him Steve.

The rules were simple, the three boys could hangout, play, go to the park, ride within a few blocks of our homes and be home when the street lights turned on. And one more important thing, Steve’s mom was the only parent home – so if we needed an adult, we should go to her. Steve’s mom was open about smoking pot so neither John’s parents nor mine wanted us in their home – unless it was an emergency.

For about 2 years everything was like a Disney story. I would get dropped off after school, the three of us would play catch, ride bikes around the neighborhood or the park a few blocks away or we would simply sit and talk sports or cars. There was a store on our block that sold sandwiches for 50-cents (not a typo), so John’s parents and mine would leave us each a dollar so we could grab some food if we got hungry.

Then one afternoon at the start of 9th grade while we were in John’s backyard playing catch he says – “I found my father’s playboy magazines, do you guys want to see them”? We bolted for the garage and were treated to a library of playboy, penthouse and I think OUI? Anyway, it was a big score for us and we were very entertained for days.

A few days into this, trying to impress us Steve says, “my mom, is always naked”. John and I paused our magazine review and looked at Steve. He continued with, “do you guys want to see her?” Obviously, we said yes. So he takes us to the fence between John and Steve’s house and we are all looking between the slats trying to get a peak.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, here comes mom “naked as far as we could tell” – walking around the house and going about her business. We were all too scared to jump the fence and look in the window, but we wanted to see more. So a few days into this John suggest we go on his roof.

Steve’s house was sort of shotgun with living room, dinning room, kitchen, laundry, master and master bath running along the side that faced John and two bedrooms of the laundry facing the other way. So basically, we could sit on the roof and watch Steve’s mom walk naked all day.

After a few weeks, we decided it was time to get in the house and take a closer look. We decided we would do this by asking for a glass of water. We had been instructed that if we needed her, we would were to go knock on the sliding glass door that was directly off the dinning room and wait for her.

So one day, I decided to just try it. I walked around their driveway to their side slider and knocked on the door. Sure enough, I saw her peak around the corner, say “hold on” and she came out in a little robe, opened the door and asked “what’s up”. So I said, “may I have a glass of water?” She invites me in, I have my water hand her back my empty glass and leave. A few hours later, I do it again and same exact result – robe is still on.

The next day John gives it a shot and no luck, she put the robe on for him as well. So after a few hours of trying to game the system, I go back and knock on the side slider. She comes out in her robe and she says, “let me guess – you want a glass of water”. I nod yes and she let’s me in and gives me my glass. She crosses her arms, leans on the sink and says, “for three years you boys play every afternoon and not once have any of you guys ever come looking for water. What’s up? Is the hose broken?” All I could say was – just thirsty, I guess.

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