MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

William E

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 cheek.

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

"I will, dad," I smiled and waved at them as they drove away.

They're going to spend two weeks in London for their anniversary and they left me under the care of their friend, Veronica.

My parents trust her so much that they didn't ask for so much assurance from her.

I understand that they can't cancel their trip anymore, but I'm grown up and I'm capable of taking care of myself.

I was about to open the door and go back inside the house when I heard a honk from a red Ferrari parked across the street.

I looked up and saw Veronica waving at me with her striking blue hair in a bun.

"Who's that?"

I asked myself.

I don't know any adult with that kind of hair color.

Wait… Veronica?

The only thing that I know about her was the name and the fact that she was mom's friend.

I stood there at the front steps, hesitating.

I don't know what to do.

I've never seen Veronica before and I'm not sure if that's her.

But she waved at me again and this time, she smiled.

She was wearing a black tank top that showed her cleavage and black leggings that showed her ass.

Her breasts were big and round, and her ass was so plump that it made my mouth water.

I walked down the driveway and crossed the street.

As I got closer to the car, I saw that she was wearing designer sunglasses and her nails were perfectly manicured as they gripped the steering wheel.

The morning sun glinted off the car's polished surface as I approached.

She rolled down the window, releasing a wave of expensive perfume into the air.

"You must be Christine," she said, her painted lips curving into a smile.

"I almost didn't recognize you - you've grown so much."

"Yeah," I replied, feeling a little shy.

I was only 18 and she was so much older than me.

She opened the door and stepped out, tossing her purse into the backseat.

"Get in, honey. I'll show you around."

I slid onto the leather seat, feeling the coolness of the material against my skin.

The interior of the car was luxurious, with a soft hum of air conditioning enveloping me.

Veronica climbed in beside me, adjusting her sunglasses as she gave me an appraising look.

The engine purred to life beneath us as she started the car, and I felt a flutter in my stomach.

"Ready to go?"

Veronica asked, glancing at me with a manicured hand draped casually over the steering wheel.

"Yeah," I replied, gripping the door handle tightly as she accelerated quickly down the street.

We zipped through the neighborhood streets, Veronica chatting about her plans for our time together - shopping trips, pool parties, staying up late. "And maybe I'll teach you how to drive this baby," she said, patting the dashboard lovingly.

My stomach tightened at the thought of being behind the wheel of this powerful car.

But Veronica seemed confident in my abilities, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of learning from her.

As we sped towards her house, I couldn't help but steal glances at her profile - so poised and confident behind the wheel.

"Veronica, why did my parents trust you so much?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

She laughed softly, a hint of mystery in her voice. "Let's just say your mom and I go way back, and there's a lot more to our friendship than meets the eye."

"What do you mean?" I pressed, sensing there was something more beneath her words.