One nice spring day, Mrs. Kelly Smith had the day off from work. Now this was interesting, because she owns a small craft business, selling stuff in shows, and making plenty of money. It was a very nice day outside, warmer than spring but cooler than summer. The kind of day that you can keep the windows open, and maybe get a nice light breeze. Sunny and a few clouds out there also filling up the sky.
She's your average middle-aged woman, happily married to her husband John, has one 18-year old son named Ryan, and she herself has just turned 40. Her husband and many men find her very attractive, as she could easily pass for 30. She has great sized breasts, wide hips, and the kind of beautiful body that comes naturally, that many people die for. Thin and nicely toned, but not muscular or overly skinny. Long flowing brown hair that always seems to stay well kept without much effort.
They lived in the same house for many years, even with Kelly's mother, who passed away a couple of years ago. Ryan was raised in it his whole life, and even plans to stay during college, so he can save room and board for things like a car. It's a three bedroom house, two bathrooms, large rooms and hallways, four floors (if you count attic, basement, street level floor, and the upstairs area underneath the attic ) .
She decided to do something that she hadn't done in about ten years. She was going to take a look around in the attic, and tidy it up, with a little spring cleaning. So, early that day, she went upstairs to look at what she was dealing with. When she saw the amount of dust and boxes, she knew she was going to need help. She knew her husband was getting ready for a two day business trip, so he wouldn't be much help. Or would he? She went back downstairs to see if he was still there. Upon arriving in her bedroom, she saw he was, tying his shoes, with pants on, but no shirt on.
"Hey, Honey!" said her husband John.
"Hey. Listen, the attic looks bad. I don't think I can do it by myself. Maybe I can do it when you get back, so you can help me out." She said to him.
"Hmm..! If you want, honey, that's fine. Or what about Ryan? Maybe he can get a few of his friends to help you out. You can get pizza and drinks for them, or something," said John.
"I don't think Ryan would want to," she said.
"OK, I'll ask him," he said. He got up and threw on a T-shirt he had on the bed. He then headed for Ryan's room. It was blasting some dance music, and the door was partly closed. John peeked in, knocking, and saw Ryan bobbing his head to the music, sitting at the computer.
"Can I come in, sport?" he asked his son. Ryan turned around and saw his father at the doorway. Just as he saw him, he hit a button on the computer, and the music went away. "yeah, sure, dad. I was just downloading some music. What's up?" Ryan asked.
"Your mother wants to tidy up the attic. You know I'm heading into Manhattan for the convention, and won't be back until Monday, so that leaves you. She can wait until I come back, or do it now with you, and if you help, you can have your friends come over and help also. I'll treat you to pizza and drinks, and they can stay over late, as you can play with your newest toy," said John.
"What toy?" asked Ryan.
"Only if you help your mother," said John.
"All right, Dad. Sure. I don't have any thing better to do," said Ryan.
"Good. Walk with me as you get your birthday present a month early," said John, as he left the room. Ryan followed, as they made their way to the main large closet. John opened it, and used the stool inside, to climb up and reach the second high shelf, which was very deep. He grabbed what appeared to be a large box, and brought it down. Once it came into view, Ryan's face lit up with such a smile. Ryan was just given a Playstation 2 by his father. The large box also had three games and a remote for the DVD part.
"Oh, Thanks, dad!" said Ryan as he hugged his father. "You got yourself a deal! let's get to work on that attic."
John spoke with Ryan a few more moments and it was agreed that Ryan would have one or two friends come over and help out his mother. Ryan went back to the computer, and punched up his friend Eric on the instant message. Eric was Ryan's best friend, and also somewhat secretly Eric fancied Ryan's Mom. He was 18 himself, just as Ryan was. Of course he agreed to help out, and was even allowed the chance to stay overnight. When Ryan tried to punch up more people, he had no luck, so it looked like it was Kelly, her son Ryan, and Eric, who would be cleaning up the attic.
John got up and left, in his car, just as Eric came by the house.
"Hey, man! What's up?" said Eric as he gave Ryan five. Ryan returned the gesture and greeting to his best friend.
"Hi, there, Eric," said Kelly, at the front door.
"Why, hello, Mrs. Smith. How are things?" said Eric to Kelly.
"Great. Thanks for coming to help out. I really appreciate it," said Kelly, as they all entered the house, and closed the door. "Now, let me know when you get hungry. I'll order pizzas, and get lemonade or something like that, OK?"
Both of the young men nodded and said "sure." Then Ryan made his way to his room, so to change into some comfortable clothes. This left Eric and Kelly there waiting for Ryan, as they both were already dressed comfortably. Eric was dressed in loose jeans and a T-shirt, while Kelly was dressed in a belly baring T-shirt that hugged her tits very nicely and loosely tight sweatpants that showed her figure very nicely but weren't obscene looking at all.
"So, where was Mr. Smith heading to?" asked Eric.
"New York. He's doing business there for us, at a convention," she said.
"And left you here? I'd never leave a pretty lady alone for one second. I'd miss her too much," he said.
She let a small smile come out, and her cheeks had a slight flushed look to them, like a light blushing. "That's sweet of you to say that. You're a very nice young man."
"I'm just saying the truth, Mrs. Smith" he said, just as Ryan came back into sight. When he did, they all made their way to the attic. They opened the windows up, and started to get to work. The two guys opened boxes and they organized things neatly, while she vacuumed and dusted everything up.
This went on for a few hours, and it wasn't heavy work, it was just time consuming, dusting, and putting other things in boxes. Most of it just involved moving boxes from here to there, and it was light, but needed more than one pair hands to be done quickly.
One of the boxes they opened up had some old vinyl records, and some other things. Kelly was tearing up when she saw them, because they were records she owned when she was younger, and once she danced to with her husband while they were dating. Eric and Ryan were surprised also, because they were fans of jazz music, and there were some great records there of the really good older jazz. She told them to bring the box downstairs, so they can include the contents in with their regular collection. Just as she did, a small paper fell out from the bottom.
When they went down with the box, she picked up the paper, and it was actually a picture. She was stunned because she didn't recall that picture ever before. It was a black and white picture, of her when she was really young, and of her parents also in front of the house, holding a small cuckoo clock. She smiled looking at it, and decided to add it to the family photo album. She went downstairs, thinking about it, and realizing that she never remembered that clock before in the house, and wondered if it was her mother's or not.
She made it to the living room, a couple of minutes later, where the two guys were looking at the records. They seemed very excited, especially when they saw a copy of the Beatles Sgt. Pepper album and pulled out from the box, seeing it was in great shape. She was shocked also to see that record. "that was one of the first records I ever bought myself," she said.
"Cool!" Ryan said.
"This is a collectable, in such great shape. You guys should hang onto this one," said Eric.
