MILF Manor

A Pool Boy Story

This is an excerpt from my soon-to-be-released ebook MILF Manor.

Prelude

When my mom told me about the opportunity to be the Pool Boy and handyman at her new Airbnb in the Hollywood Hills I scoffed at the idea. I’m a Division One college basketball player home for the Summer.

How could my mother reduce me to the status of a Pool Boy for God’s sake?

“Kade, baby you will receive 20 percent of the weekly rental of $5,000.” Mom said.

I did the quick math. $1000 bucks a week to clean a pool that has a self-cleaning system and a practically new house. There must be some type of catch.

“Where will I sleep?” I asked.

“There is a Master Suite reserved for the Pool Boy. Or should I say Mama’s Pool Baby Boy?”

“Please, Mom. Don’t ever say that out loud again.”

“Son, you will be responsible for the tenants having a great time.”

“Kinda like what I do at the Frat House. My title is Big Brother Of Fun.”

“Exactly baby. I only rent to divorcees who are getting over the break-up of their happy homes. They can all use a little fun after going through such a traumatic experience.”