A woman and her son

You open the door and peek out. A Hispanic businesswoman with sunglasses parked in front of your house and just got out of the SUV. She's about your mom's age, but you are pretty sure you don't know her.

As you're thinking she's just a passerby, she notices you and animatedly waves her hand: -Hi! You are Kim, right?-.

You are caught off guard: is she a friend of your sister? You never thought she frequented elder ladies. And what if she wants to enter? The other you and the other-other you are still in the living room!

You are tempted to close the door and hide, but that would be hard to explain later. Better see who she is and send her away.

-Uhm... yes, I am. Do we know each other?-.

-Of course we do! Don't you remember me? It's been ages!- So what, is she Kim's old teacher? Anyway, you should get closer to talk to her. She's a beautiful woman, her way of clothing and her pose suggest she is very expressive and informal.

"So this is what it feels like to walk in a skirt. It's odd, but I feel less restrained than with shorts. The air is a bit cold on my cunt... fuck, I forgot to wear panties!".

-I, I'm sorry, I can't recall.-.

-My my!- She exclaims when you reach her: -You sure have grown up! Last time we met each other you were half the fence! My name is Trish, I'm an old friend of your mother.- then, addressing her car: -Sweety, come here and say hello to Kim!-.

The door opens and a boy of yours (Tom's) age gets out. He nods at you, and you do the same with courtesy. Trish flashes a smile that seems almost **** and asks: -Is your mom at home?-.

You open your mouth to answer, but you hesitate for a few seconds. Maybe it's this uncomfortable situation, but you feel a strange vibe when you look at her, like a thrill, which you can't tell if it's pleasant or not.

-Ehm... no actually, she went out some minutes ago. I don't know when she will be back.-.

-Oh, that's a shame! I haven't seen her for years! Mind if we wait for her inside?- She takes a step, but you quickly stop her.

-No! I mean, yes, I mean, home is a mess because we-we flooded the bathroom. My stupid brother Tom did so and mom went to call the plumber.- This is not completely a lie: it actually happened when you were ten. Luckily you remembered, being this the perfect excuse to send them away without raising suspicion.

Trish looks displeased, whilst her son, who hasn't introduced himself yet, crosses his arms and says abruptly: -So can we go back mom?-. Ugh, you already hate him, he's probably even more obnoxious than your brother. Shit, it's still Kim thinking.

-I guess so... wait, are you telling me she left you home alone?-.

-Yeah?- It's more a question than an answer.

She snaps her fingers: -Then how about you come to my house? You can update me about Jessica while we're going.-.

You blink, feeling once again that weird shiver. Even children know they shouldn't get in a car with strangers; on the other side, you're quite confident in your powers if anything goes wrong, and you are somehow curious about this woman.

-I don't know if it's the case.-.

-Please, I insist!- She puts a hand on your shoulder as if you were old acquaintances, moving the other to banish your doubts: -At least my house is not flooded, right? Besides, we just moved in nearby, it will take five minutes.-.