MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

MOMO

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

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

Mateo Windsor

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

Veronica Carter

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

I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until she would knock on the door.

At first, I was furious when my parents told me they had arranged for one of my mom's friends to house-sit while they were away on their vacation.

I didn't want a babysitter—I was eighteen and more than old enough to take care of myself.

But my parents wouldn't budge, and now here I was, waiting for her to arrive.

The only interesting thing about the situation was that she was attractive.

Really attractive—stunning, even.

I had seen her in pictures from my mom's visits with her, and now I couldn't stop flipping through the album, looking at the shots of her and feeling a flutter in my stomach.

She was older, of course—my mom's age, or close to it—but that didn't stop me from feeling drawn to her.

I wondered what she would be like now.

Had she gotten more attractive since the last photo my mom had taken?

Was she nice?

Would she try to be a good replacement parent for the week, or did she have no intentions of watching over me at all?

I didn't have long to wonder before I heard her knock on the door.

My heart leapt, and I felt a smile spread across my face.

I stood frozen at the door for a moment, my hand hovering over the brass doorknob.

I could see her silhouette through the frosted glass, shifting impatiently.

I could trace the curves of her body with my fingers, remembering the photos, feeling my throat tighten.

The house felt smaller all of a sudden, and I felt a little breathless.

The AC hummed quietly in the background, a steady rhythm matching the quickening pulse in my neck.

Then she knocked again, more insistent this time.

I swallowed and forced my hand to move.

It trembled slightly as I turned the knob, the sound of the mechanism clicking loudly in my ears.

The door swung open, revealing her standing on the porch, her blue hair shining in the porch light.

She was even more beautiful than I had imagined.

Her tank top hugged her curves in all the right places, and her leggings showed off her long legs.

She towered over me, and I felt a little intimidated by her height and presence.

She stepped forward, and I felt a wave of perfume wash over me, making my head spin.

I stumbled back, trying to create some space between us.

But she followed, rolling her suitcase behind her on its clickety wheels that echoed through the empty house.

Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, lingering longer than they should have.

My mouth went dry as I tried to speak, but she beat me to it. "Hi," she said softly, her voice low and intimate.