Sure...I don't mind.

“Sure, I don’t mind at all.” I heard myself stammer. My eyes drifted to the door of my own home, containing my wife, and the source of my guilty conscience. However, the caveman part of my brain quickly resumed its control over my eyes and returned them to ogling the newest resident in the neighborhood.

“Thank you Sweetie! Us girls can manage most things on our own but sometimes there is just no replacement for having a nice strong man to help out with the hard stuff!” Mrs. Lou Anne exclaimed, playfully squeezing my arm.

If she only knew how hard “stuff” was getting. Kaley was headed to the back of the vehicle to open it up. My eyes were firmly glued on those synthetic coated love bumpers and I felt my feet moving of their own accord as I followed this teenager like a lost puppy to see what duties she wanted me to perform for her. Sit, roll-over, beg…

Three trips later, up and down stairs, carrying nondescript heavy cardboard boxes from the Scion to the bedroom, Mrs. Lou Anne was waiting for me at the rear of the vehicle with a huge laundry-basket. “Here’s the last of it Honey! Thank you so very much.” She gave me a peck on the cheek and a smile as I took the basket from her. That’s me: boy-scout and do-gooder. Kaley retrieved an armload of the lighter items out of the passenger seat and led the way up the stairs.

I observed that I was carrying a load of what appeared to be multiple patterns and colors of skimpy shorts, bras, workout clothes, leggings, socks, thongs and panties. I’ve never felt the calling to be a panty sniffer but as I looked over the basket following Kaley into the house and up the stairs I had an overwhelming urge to pilfer a souvenir. As we started to climb the stairs my eyes were transfixed to the vision in front of me, a full rear view looking up at those spandex wrapped hams swaying from side to side around a gap of tight, torturous sin. I think Kaley felt her ass get warm because she looked over her shoulder and smirked mischievously at me. Just as she did a stuffed rabbit rolled off of the pile she was carrying and she bent over to retrieve it. If it hadn’t been for the laundry basket I think my nose may have went straight into her ass. I’m pretty sure it would have stayed there.

“I’m such a klutz today.” She quipped, her tight package wiggling back and forth temptingly in front of my face. From my vantage point, I couldn’t help myself from noticing that between her legs, I could see right up her t-shirt to the swaying under-flesh of her firm young breasts. Yep, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. I drank in the view as she managed to return Mr. Rabbit back to the armload and right herself.

Smack! I felt a hard slap across my rear. “Let’s get a move on up there you two!” I hadn’t noticed Mrs. Lou Anne following us up the stairs until now. My face turned beet red, and I was thankful that I was wearing jeans, because mini-me was doing jumping jacks in my skivvies. I don’t think I had ever put Lou Anne and a sexual thought together in my mind until that point but the moment inspired a vision of my face buried between young Kaley’s legs while Lou Anne spanked my ass and barked strict instructions on my technique. I wondered just how much of me lusting over Kaley’s assets Mrs. Lou Anne had observed.

Devil.

Kaley laughed and ran up the rest of the stairs. I shook my head and followed, my conscience going full steam while my little man throbbed in my boxer briefs. Lou Anne was chuckling, clearly pleased with herself, and three yapping dogs raced up the stairs around us chasing Kaley.

I went in the room and set the basket down thinking to myself, "Self? I need to get the hell out of here right now!"