It started out like any other fall day. I went to school and came straight home to take care of my little brother. It was my senior year and I was anxious to graduate, but I was not anxious to leave home and go off to college. It's not that I was scared, not that at all. The reason I didn't want to leave was that I loved being around the women of my neighborhood.
Our family lived on a nice, shady street in a quiet suburb. It was the kind of neighborhood that attracted yuppie families with some money. Good looking yuppie families with some money I should say. The ladies that lived on my street were gorgeous.
There were at least 5 beautiful women on my street alone. They all had young children, and their husbands were always at work, often on long business trips. I couldn't imagine leaving these women alone like they did, but I was glad. Being the only eighteen year old male on the street certainly had its advantages.
I made decent money mowing their yards and babysitting their children. The kids loved having me around, and I think their moms did too. They were always inviting me over for lunch or a cold drink on a hot day.
All of the women were active: they played tennis, jogged, or played golf, which kept them in shape. They had a lot of free time on their hands. And they were always giving me compliments: how smart I was, how good I was with kids, how good looking I was. And I ate it up!
On this particular day I was over at one of my neighbor's. The lady of the house was Grace, a tall, blonde, leggy woman with a great smile. Grace, myself, my little brother and Grace's son were outside playing basketball. After a few hours, it was time for me to leave. Grace pulled me aside and said, "Have you heard about the burglar that has been breaking into houses in the area?" I told her I had not heard of any such news. Grace explained she was scared to stay alone since her husband was out of town on business. She asked if I wouldn't mind spending the night. I told her I would be happy to help in any way I could.
My brother and I returned home for dinner. I explained to my parents that Grace and her kids were scared to stay alone and that I wanted to stay over at their house. My parents approved and I packed a few things to take over.
As I walked back to Grace's I began to envision scenarios with the hot, lonely mom I was about to be alone with. My cock grew hard just thinking about the possibilities. When I arrived at Grace's she opened the door for me with a smile, and told me how grateful she was I was spending the night. She was wearing a white terrycloth robe, and I guessed by her wet hair that she had recently showered. She smelled wonderful, and looked even better.