The Korean Daughter & Mom
I was forty-nine and approaching my 50
th
after my divorce was finalized. My son who thankfully lived with me was at his second year of college and not home yet but we had a summer of fishing and hiking planned so I waited in anticipation.
My neighborhood was great--safe, quiet and very comfortable. Next-door was a nice Korean family I had seen their oldest son grow up to be a good person and their daughter had just finished high school and was looking forward to college. Kimmie was the typical Asian daughter--hard studying and ultra respectful and when she saw me always addressed me as 'Mr. Jackson'. In short she was a nice kid. I kind of felt bad that she had not inherited her parent's good looks--Kimmie was almost an ugly duckling. Her parents were friendly and as a matter of fact Kimmie's mother, Janie, was hot but had seriousness about her. I had two Korean girlfriends in the past that could be summed up that way as well in public and be stoic but in the bedroom a lot of fun and great lays.
After a fun summer my son left for college again and Kimmie went off to Boise State. Her parents worried about her going off so far and what affect college life and other girls may do to pollute her mind when we spoke. Her mother told me that she was changing and not for the good when I would chat with her. I figured Kimmie's mother was just being overly protective and critical when she complained about Kimmie was dressing a bit too womanly and now wearing make-up. I was not home during the breaks at Thanksgiving or Christmas so I did not see her and the transformation her mother was complaining about.
It was early June and I was in my garage doing a project when I heard my name called out.
"Hello Mr. Jackson."
I looked up and did not recognize the face but the voice was a little noticeable to my ear.
"It's me Mr. Jackson, Kimmie. Remember me," she said with her known giggle that was always so sweet. Her parents were with her as they were getting into the car to go somewhere.
But Kimmie did not look as sweet as nine months ago. There were big changes and I could see what her mother was complaining about. Kimmie was not the ugly duckling anymore. I thought how could a person change so much in such a short time. Kimmie looked attractive and I'll say it--- she looked hot. Her hair was longer with cut bangs and a little eye make-up that made her look like her early 20's. She had grown about three inches and lost her baby fat. She had some curves and great legs.
"Hello Kimmie. How are you and how was your first year?"
"It was better than I expected and I got all A's and the football team was fun to watch."
"Good to hear it. Tell me about it sometime."
"Sure." Kimmie's parents smiled and waved as they got into the car.
As they were pulling away Kimmie looked at me and gave me a little smile and wave in a way that she didn't want her parents to see. Kimmie's smile was different. And she looked good... too good. My cock twitched which surprised me a bit.
Over the next couple weeks I saw Kimmie come and go with friends and she looked like she was enjoying her summer. Her mom told me that they were allowing Kimmie two weeks of fun in the beginning and one week at the end but in the middle it was study to get a head start for the upcoming year.
I was in my garage and waxing my car and I saw Kimmie walk out to the mailbox in some little shorts and a t-shirt--she looked so fuckable and very eatable.
"Hi Mr. Jackson. How are you?"
"I'm great Kimmie. Are you enjoying the summer?"
"Yes and no. My mom is cracking the whip on me and for the next five weeks I have to study four hours a day."
"Ouch. Well it will pay off later."
"Yeah I know. But I want to have fun," she said with a little grin.
Kimmie had definitely changed. I was trying not to look at her legs. Also her hot Asian nipples were showing a little.
"So you got all A's and that's great."
"Yes. But the temptation to go out and not study was so strong. I didn't even date. Groups of us would go to games and pizza but that was it. Plus the guys there are not my type. They are so immature."
"Oh well maybe next year you will meet someone."
"I doubt it," she said with a giggle. "Well I better get back to the books. Talk to you later."
"Okay. Nice talking with you Kimmie."
Kimmie walked away and I noticed a slight wiggle as I glanced at her hot little ass saunter away. Then just as she hit her front steps she turned around and smiled at me with a little grin as if to know I was watching her.
I was busted. I was watching her ass and wondering if she was shaved and wearing little panties. Then I thought to myself to take a step back. She was just 19, lived next door and I knew the family. But Kimmie looked so hot.
Kimmie was not to be seen the next couple weeks. I figured her mom had her schedule filled so she could not have much fun. I would see Kimmie and her mom go to the gym every other day and the tight yoga pants that they both wore had to turn heads at the gym.
"Hi Mr. Jackson."
It seemed as soon as I opened up my garage door Kimmie made a trip to the mailbox. I also noticed that both of her parent's cars were gone.
"Hi Kimmie. Now that you are going into your second year of college you can call me Greg."
"Thanks. But around my parents I'll call you Mr. Jackson. My mom is into the respect thing so much you know."
"I understand." My cock was raging.
We talked for almost an hour and Kimmie seemed to like attention. Finally she went back home and the looking and her turning around to check if I was repeated itself. Man I wanted her ass.
The following week I was in a Mexican restaurant with friends watching a baseball game and I saw a group of girls at a big table. I took a closer look and there was Kimmie--with a margarita. She must have got a fake ID because this place carded just about everyone. I wanted her to see me so I could tease her. I decided to get up and took a longer route to the restroom so I could walk by their table. When Kimmie saw me she froze. I just winked at her to make her know that her secret was safe. The rest of the time we exchanged glances and she even gave me a couple of hot little looks.
Two days later she came over as soon as my garage door opened.