Mrs. Taylor

In the reflection of the mirror I can just make out Mrs. Taylor.

Oh my gosh, she is getting ready for bed!

I freeze and watch silently. My heart is pounding. She pulls her shirt over her head and puts it neatly in a drawer. After, she begins brushing her long dark hair. All I can see is her smooth tanned back and the blood is already rushing to my penis.

Not wanting to get caught I quietly slipped back downstairs.

Well I better beat this boner down before I go to sleep.

I go into the bathroom and shut the door behind me and go to work with images of Mrs. Taylor in my mind. After a few minutes I hear a soft knock on the door...

"Chris are you grunting in there? Is everything OK?" asks Mrs. Taylor's sweet voice from the other side of the bathroom door.

Oh shit! What is she doing down here?

"Uh...yeah, I am fine." I reply stupidly.

"Ok, I was just checking on you boys before I go to bed. Good night" she says back. And goes back upstairs.

Well that was embarrassing, hopefully she doesn't know I was in here beating my meat to her.

The rest of my time at Zack's goes by uneventfully and before I know it, he is off to college while I'm stuck at home.

I lay on my bedroom floor and throw a baseball into the air, letting it fall to catch it, and toss it back into the air. The past couple days had been kind of boring with Zack gone to college. There is not really anyone in the neighborhood to hang out with.

"Chris come down here!" my mom yells from downstairs. I sluggishly pull myself off the floor and follow her voice.

"How is saving money coming?" she asks me.

"It's going alright." I reply.

"Well I found you a little side job. I was at breakfast this morning with Zack's mom, Danielle, and she mentioned how her yard is too much for her to keep up by herself. I told her you would come work in it for a few bucks." my mom tells me.

Work in Mrs. Taylor's Garden? I would pay HER for the chance to do that.

"Thanks Mom." I say gratefully.

"Yeah well just do a good job for her and make sure she's happy." She tells me, "I told her you would go over tomorrow."

Oh I would do almost anything to make Mrs. Taylor happy.

I head back up to my room and spend the rest of the night there, wondering what tomorrow will bring. I go to sleep and wake up the next morning and get ready and head out...