Back when I was in middle school, I was friends with these two Jewish brothers that had a ridiculously hot mom. Out of the several hundred moms I have ever met throughout my life, she was by far the hottest, and it wasn't really even close. On the downside, she was Jewish, so other than being something hot to look at, she was absurdly annoying and she kvetched a lot, and was basically the stereotypical terrible Jewish-American-Princess personality that I get nightmares about even to this day, just like all the other terrible Jewish chicks I was surrounded by back when I went to a private Jewish elementary school (I shudder even thinking about them), that can in the span of 3 seconds make my dick go from soft to hard to soft again, as a result of looking at her ridic supermodel-sexy face/body, getting an instaboner from it, and then watching her open her mouth and be audo-slapped harshly across the eardrums by all those horrible horrible screechy female-Jewish noises that would always come out of it, instantly deflating my boner, causing my bloodstream to go on such a roller coaster ride that I felt like I might vomit or pass out. I felt like it was unhealthy for me to be around her. My body couldn't handle the polar extremes that her contradictory body/personality sent it on. This posed a problem, obviously, since they frequently invited me to sleepovers at their house, so I was always seeing her in her skimpy nightgowns and shit on practically a weekly basis, looking all hot and ultramilfy and whatnot. She was also one of those young-moms, since she had them when she was really young, so, she was only like 30 or 31 or something at the time, even though we were like almost 12 years old at the time.

I remember their bedroom was separated from her computer area in their living room by this thin folding door thing with those horizontal wooden slats that you could see through, especially if you were looking through them from a diagonally above-looking-down point of view, which I was since I always took top bunk in their bedroom (and, unbeknownst to them, this was actually the reason I always called top bunk and refused to sleep bottom bunk ever no matter what whenever I slept over at their house, lol). So, since I was one of those weird kids who would lie in bed wide awake for hours before being able to fall asleep (even when alone in pitch black darkness of my bed at home I had this problem, let alone when at a sleepover at a friend's house with a ridic-hot mom on display directly in my line of vision), obv I would always just prop my pillows up against the headboard, and just lie there in bed staring at her while she typed away on her computer oblivious that I was watching her through the slatted folding doors separating our rooms (the bedroom was dark, so, although I could see her, she couldn't really see into the bedroom at all, even if she looked in our direction, which she rarely did anyway, since she thought we were alseep, since the bros were conveniently snoozing in their little nerdy insta-snoreville landz that they were able to slip away into within seconds of closing their eyes, leaving me wide awake with their milf of a mom as my only source of (albeit unaware on her end of the equation) company/entertainment till I eventually finally fell asleep myself a few hours after them.

This was 1997, so, AOL was still all the rage back then, and she, being a hot young milf, and being separated from her husband, was constantly chatting it up with dudes in AOL chatrooms and IM convos deep into the night, and I liked to stare at the side of her face and body while I lay there, and just watch her facial expressions while she typed away with these random dudes who she was e-attracted to and e-flirting with. I liked to watch her eyes flicker and watch her smile, and bite her bottom lip bashfully/embarrassedly (presumably when the dudes she was talking to typed dirty stuff to her) and giggle quietly causing her flawless petite-yet-supple tits to bounce and jiggle gently into the wee hours or the night, and watch her constantly reaching back, arching her back while she habitually kept re-arranging her hair into various ponytails/updos with her elastic hair rubberband thingies. She did this whenever she was deep in thought reading some IM response, whenever she wasn't typing, the way how some men stroke their beards or play with their lower lip or whatever the equivalent is when we are reading/thinking in private. It was so fucking hot. Every time she arched her back stretching her hands behind her head to arrange her hair, her breasts got streched into elongated ovals sorta, you know, the way when a chick leans back and stretches her arms back over her head like that, if they have perfect hemispherical flawlessly perky non-saggy-at-all tits the way how their tits turn into like oblique oval shapes or whatever stretched vertically across their chest kinda if they have that tight, firm, yoga body. Mmmmmmmm. Just watching her like that, for hours, in her skimpy night blouse that was so thin it was almost a tiny bit see-thru, and when she leaned back, not only could I perfectly make out the shape of those awesome tightly-stretched tits on her taught silky-smooth-skin-texture petite little chest, and that hot little groove that runs down the middle of the chest/stomach area of chicks who are perfectly fit, where they have like a tiny little valley running straight down the mid-line of the front of their torso, if you know what I'm referring to. And the front of her night blouse would get pulled up as she leaned back, so I could see her belly button while she arched herself like this, every single time. I got such ridic boners from watching her like this for hours at a time, every time I slept over at their house. I honestly think out of all the things in my sexual development growing up through puberty/pre-puberty, this more than anything probably shaped me into the voyeurism-obsessed weirdo that I am today. Sighlolz.

Anyway, so, getting a little off track with all that, but yea, so I remember this milf had this minimalistic looking piano keyboard that looked as though it was specifically designed to be used strictly with a computer. Like, it didn't have any built-in speakers, and it was small and thin/light etc so it easily fit on the desk where you would normally put your computer typing keyboard, but instead would put this, and plug it into the computer via USB or something like that, and then it would display the keys on the computer monitor, and when you pressed the right keys while playing along to a song it was teaching you, they would display in green on the computer monitor, or if you fucked up, it would display as a red keystroke and make an error noise or something. And I think if I remember correctly you could even click a record button on the computer screen in the program, and then anything you played on the keyboard it would record and you could play it back as a song that you just composed on the fly, and it would be stored on your computer if you saved it. And you could have it show you a few bars of notes ahead, and it would display the keystrokes on the computer monitor, so you could see what you were supposed to be doing to play the song, and then try via trial and error to replicate it until you got it down pat. It seemed like a really simple/effective way to quickly learn to play some piano songs. I watched her play on that thing a bunch of times in the middle of the night during those sleepovers, but, I recently remembered about it when I was reminiscing about her hot ass just now, and realized that I want to have one of those made-for-computer-use pianoboards that plugs into your computer. But, whenever I search for electric piano keyboards, the results are always just for regular traditional style ones that have built-in speakers and are intended to be played on their own, not specifically designed to be used via a computer. Does anyone know of the type of keyboard I am referring to and know a good brand/one that I could get that is like this? Thanks!

Just came into this thread to see how long bfactor's OP would be when his title said everything needed to be said.

Then I lol'd.

I type lots of words, therefore I am.

seems like a job for mspaint

<3 jewish women. (while they're still young, obv)

you don't need a special keyboard, btw, just a USB MIDI keyboard interface kit. Should come with all the software you need, Psycho.

find a pic of her.

give me her name

Strangely enough I have a keyboard made for use on a computer. Its in my basement, in the box, never used. If I remember to do it I'll try and take a pic of it after I put my kid to bed.