The middle-aged woman gestures for him to get in the car

The middle-aged woman gestured for him to get in the car. "Where are you going, honey?"

"I missed my bus," Matt admitted. "I live on the other side of the hill off Palos Verdes Drive East."

"That's pretty far out of my way." The woman was way older that Matt was interested in... probably over forty. She wore a white tennis dress that showed off thighs with just a little chunkiness to them. But her tits were large and seemed firm beneath the fabric of the tennis top.

"Sorry. You can just drop me wherever and I'll hitch the rest of the way."

She considered. "No. It's dangerous for a child to be out alone. Your mother should be ashamed of herself."

"My mother is at work," Matt said. He couldn't help feeling a little pissed that this woman felt she had the right to judge him and his family even though he sometimes resented them himself. "It's not that easy affording a place on the hill, you know."

She wrinkled her nose. "Oh. I suppose it's difficult for some." After driving a couple of minutes, she cleared her throat. "Are you interested in making some money."

Despite being angry about her prejudice, he couldn't help being at full attention... both with his ears and his dick. Could she be ready to suggest something... sexual?

"I'm Mrs. Adams, by the way."