When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who worked long hours and were frequently out of town on business.
As a senior in high school who had recently turned 18, I really enjoyed spending time with these hot, sexy older women. I was very attracted to most of the women on our street, and tried every excuse I could think of to be at their houses when their husbands were gone.
All of the adults on our street thought I was very responsible and mature for my age, and they had no trouble with me babysitting their kids and mowing their yards. I loved the money I received for these chores, but more importantly I liked being around the women of Mistletoe Lane.
One hot summer day, I was outside throwing a football to my little brother in our front yard. Our neighbor, Denise, came outside wearing short, white shorts and a light green tank top. Her skin had a dark tan from hours of sunbathing in her backyard. She looked great, as she herded her three small children out of the house. "You kids need to play outside, it is too nice to be cooped up in the house all day," she said to them. The kids ran over to our yard, and began playing with the toys scattered about.
Denise walked over and said hello to me. I smiled at her, returned her hello, and tried not to stare at her long, tanned legs or her huge tits struggling to stay inside her small tank top. She had brown hair, highlighted blonde from the summer sun, and looked delicious. My brother had dropped the football, and was now playing in the dirt with Denise's children. Denise grabbed my arm and asked me to come inside with her. "I want to show you this new video game the kids got, it's upstairs." I agreed, wondering why this mother of three would want to play video games with me.
As she gently pulled me towards her house, she told the children "Y'all play in the front yard. Do not leave the yard, and do not come inside this house. Do you understand?" They all nodded in unison, including my brother, as we entered Denise's house and she locked the door.