MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Colton66

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

"See you in two weeks, baby," Dad kissed me on the forehead.

"Take care of yourself and be a good girl with Veronica."

"I will, Dad," I smiled and waved goodbye as they drove away.

I always loved it when they showed their affection to me openly.

I love my parents and they love me too.

They are. going to spend two weeks in London for a vacation, and they trusted my mom's friend to keep an eye on me till they come back.

I know nothing about this Veronica woman, but according to mom, they've been friends with her for a long time.

I never bothered to ask about her looks or anything.

I'm just curious to know who she is.

"Christine!"

I heard her voice from behind me.

I turned around to see this woman with striking blue hair in a bun.

She was gorgeous, no doubt, but a bit too much for her age.

"Hi Veronica," I smiled widely.

"You must be Christine," she grinned mischievously at me.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"How do you do?"

"Fine, baby," she caressed my cheek and I flinched away.

"Let me get you something to drink," I said, retreating to the kitchen.

I could see her from the doorway, unpacking her suitcase.

She was doing it slowly and deliberately, like she was putting on a show.

She pulled out a skimpy bikini and dangled it in front of her.

My hands were shaking slightly as I poured two glasses of lemonade.

When I returned, she was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

She took the drink from me, her fingers brushing mine for longer than necessary.

I sat in the armchair across from her, keeping my distance.

"So, Christine, what do you like to do?" she asked, her eyes drifting down to my legs.

"I prefer to keep my interests private," I replied, meeting her gaze with steady resolve.

She shifted on the couch, her eyes never leaving mine.

She took slow sips of her lemonade, her gaze lingering on my lips.

The living room felt smaller by the minute.

I stood to leave, but she reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down.

The ice cubes clinked in her glass as she set it on the coffee table.

Her other hand slid up my arm, making me shiver.

I tried to lean away, but she followed, perching on the edge of my armchair.

"Christine, you remind me so much of your mother when she was your age," she murmured, her voice low and intimate.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh, just that she had the same fire in her eyes," Veronica replied, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Her fingers traced patterns on my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

The living room seemed to shrink around us, making me feel claustrophobic.

I shifted uncomfortably in the armchair.

When she leaned in close, her perfume enveloping me, I jerked away, stumbling to my feet.

She laughed softly, following as I backed toward the hallway.

My shoulder blades hit the wall, and she placed her hands on either side of me, caging me in.

"Don't be scared," she whispered, her face inches from mine.

"I just want to get to know you better."

My pulse pounded in my ears as her lips hovered near my cheek.