No, but it was close

You quickly dress, unable to find you boxers you just pull your joggers on and head downstairs. Mrs Chartwell is in the lounge. She had always been a little prudish since her husband had passed away, attending church every sunday, often setting strict rules for Chrissy and dressing conservatively barely exposing any skin.

"Hi Mary, we're finished with Christines paperwork, she just having a shower and then i think we're going to go for a walk. How was church this morning?"

"Oh hiya Greg" Mary smiles "the church was quiet today, not many people there, but enjoyable thank-you, I'm so happy that you and Christine are spending time together you seem to drift apart when you went uni"

You walk over to Mary and help her taking her jacket off, you savour the scent of her perfume and the sight of her bra through the delicate silk material of her blouse. "I'm sure your church would be full if all the ladies looked as beautiful as you Mary, you look very glamorous and sexy"

"Oh, oh thankyou Greg, but I'm not sure that's an appropriate thing to be saying" you notice her skin flush with embarrassment and she is moving awkwardly.

"I'm sorry to embarass you Mrs Chartwell i was just taken a back by how beautiful you were when i saw you this morning" you reach out and gently touch her hand, you stare into her eyes, she really is stunning you think.

"No need to appologise Greg, it's just that I've not had a man compliment me like that for many years" she retracts her hand and looks away.

"Hi mom" Chrissy interrupts "can you please stop flirting with Greg for one minute" Chrissy appears atthe top of the stairs wearing jeans and a tight crop top

"Christine, don't be so rude, and before you go out you can have some lunch with me. But first you can go a put on something more appropriate whilst Greg helps me with lunch. Christine roles her eyes "it's called fashion" she moans and heads back upstairs.

Mary beckons you into the kitchen "can you carry these please Greg" indicating a pile of plates, she gently touches your arm as you lift them up, "thankyou for the help, it's nice to have a man to talk to sometimes." Is she flirting with me you ask yourself, maybe the girl next door kink has worked on her as well as her daughter.

"I'm glad to help Mrs Chartwell, i like spending time with you." She blushes again before returning her attention to lunch.