I was always watching him. He had no self confidence, and was completely unaware of how delicious his young body appeared, lightly tanned, his muscles long and lean under his t-shirts that were always a little too short. I was lounging on my porch one Saturday morning as he was washing his car. As he worked his shirt grew wet and soapy and clung to his flat stomach and strong chest. My mouth was watering as I imagined crossing the street, lying him down on the hood of his car and giving him the experience of a life-time. I'm not quite old enough to be his mother, but old enough to be considered perverted to be lusting after this hot 18 year old. He looked over at the same time I was staring at his hot young body.
He dropped the hose and walked across the street looking concerned, "Mrs. "
"Craig, I've told you a million times to call me Lainie."
He blushed a little. I longed to lick his throat where the blush began and bite his earlobe until he couldn't stand it and pushed me to the ground and ravished me. Instead he said
"Lainie, are you ok? You looked like you were about to faint."
I ran my hand up my taut stomach and brushed lightly against my breasts.
"Thank you, Craig, I think it's the heat."
"Um . . .Mrs . . um Lainie. . . "
"Yes Craig?"
"I was wondering if I could ask you to help me out with something.?"
My mind went wild. Yes, Craig, I would love to help you discover what you can do with that hot young body and energetic long cock,Yes, Craig, I would love to show you what it feels like to be deep inside a woman while she wraps her legs around you and moans your name. Yes, Craig, I'd love to show you how to use that sweet tongue of yours on a woman's body until she begs.
"Lainie, will you teach me how to dance."
My hopes dashed to the ground so hard I was amazed that he couldn't hear them shatter.
"Is that all? You look so flustered I was thinking it was going to be something . . . . Huge."
"Lainie, there's this girl I want to ask to the school dance. And if she says yes, I don't want to look like a complete idiot."
This was not the time to tell him that if he could use his tongue and fingers in the right way, no one would care if he could dance or even walk upright.
"Of course, Craig. I would love to help you out."
He smiled such a happy, innocent smile that I almost felt bad about what I was plotting to do. Almost.
"Mrs. . .. .Lainie, I would do anything you need to have done around the house, free, if you'll help me."
Who could resist an offer like that?
"Should I go, change?