MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Ozkazanc

Scenario:I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house. Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much. "Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile. She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink. Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."

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I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house. Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much. "Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile. She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink. Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."

Christine Windsor

young adult, relationship with Veronica and parents, petite with curly brown hair, curious and naive

Mateo Windsor

Christine's father and Veronica's friend, relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette, tall with greying hair, protective and trusting

Veronica Carter

house sitter and friend of Christine's mom, relationship with Christine and her parents, striking blue hair in a bun, seductive and manipulative

My parents are going on vacation, and they've left me in the care of their friend, Veronica.

I don't know her very well, but my mom seems to trust her.

As I watch them leave, I feel a pang of sadness.

I'm going to miss them.

But as soon as they're gone, I turn back to the house and push through the front door.

"Veronica?"

I call out.

"Where's breakfast?"

There's no answer, so I go looking for her.

When I push open the door to her bedroom, I see her sleeping naked on the bed, with my dad's old gym shorts slumped on the floor beside her.

I gasp and cover my mouth, but then I see Veronica's beautiful breasts staring back at me.

My first thought is how beautiful they are, how pure and untouched by the scars of time.

I stand there, frozen in the doorway.

My heart is pounding, and my phone feels heavy in my pocket.

I pull it out without thinking, my fingers trembling as I navigate to the camera app.

The morning light streams through the window and illuminates Veronica's body.

I raise the phone, framing the shot of her breasts.

The artificial shutter sound is loud in the quiet room.

Veronica stirs slightly but doesn't wake up.

I back away from the doorway, my feet silent on the carpet.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" Veronica's voice is sharp, cutting through the silence as she sits up, eyes locking onto mine.

"I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I stammer, guilt flooding my chest as I lower the phone.

"Delete it now, and we need to talk about why you're really here," she says, her tone softening but her gaze unwavering.

Veronica sits up in bed, holding the sheet against her chest as she motions for me to sit beside her.

My legs feel heavy as I approach, phone still clutched in my trembling hand.

She takes it from me, checking that I've deleted the photo while I try not to stare at the curves visible beneath the thin fabric.

"Show me what's in your gallery," she demands, scrolling through my photos.

I notice her lingering on selfies I've taken in my swimsuit and workout clothes.

When she hands the phone back, her fingers brush mine, and my heart skips a beat.

"Let's set some boundaries," she says, her voice firm yet understanding.