Putting Out for the Boys

Dara Keen was a stay at home mom. Married to a wonderful man. Mother to a wonderful teenage son. Great house in the suburbs. Wonderful neighbors and community. It was a great time to be happy at her age. She had done a lot of things in her life and now that she was here, it all seemed like a distant dream. She had made it out of the dregs of society's worse, and into a normal life of a family of 3. It was truly a beautiful time with lots of good memories to take with her into old age.

However, perfect as this time can be, there had been a few hiccups. The young men in the area were all a raunchy bunch. Her son, Tony, was in danger of falling in with them, buying in with their dirty talk and secret gatherings. Sure, the boys were sexually active and most seemed genuinely decent save for a select few, but she knew better than to let her only boy get too close to them. She knew they were trouble from the way they stare at her body, and from the way they whispered about her behind her back. At times, she hears some very naughty things, but she took it in her stride, even taking the initiative to talk to their parents about it. They brushed it aside as a growing up issue, as something they would eventually forget once they find their own proper girlfriends to settle with. Despite that, the staring and the whispering continued to make her uncomfortable. She felt as if they were planning something, but she had no idea what.