Yes

Kim would cut it short and tell her to leave, as you are tempted to do. But that was the old Kim: the new one can take her own decisions. Furthermore, it's your chance to act not like the usual Kim, but like the girl that you want to be. She will know only this Kim and she will think it's the same girl of that time, she won't suspect anything. You're excited in advance. And, finally, you can't wait to put your hands on those big mammaries leaking out of her blouse.

-Ok Trish, you convinced me.-.

-Splendid! Jump on!- She and her son get in the front, so you take the backseat. Trish looks at you in the rearview mirror, then when you buckle up she starts the car, without worrying about taking off her glasses.

-Do you want to listen to some music?- She asks politely.

-No thanks.- You answer. You notice the guy peeking at you, then you realize you're sitting with your legs spread. Fortunately, your skirt covers your groin, but you quickly close your knees feeling embarrassed.

-Daniel, your belt.- So that's his name.

-Yes mom.- She finally leaves. You watch her dainty hand move the gear, and you wonder what those manicured fingers would feel around your cock, if you still had one. Otherwise, her driving is plain as expected.

-So, how do you know my mom?-.

-We went to college together, but after that, I moved out of the country. We just moved back and I wanted to meet again my old friend Jess. How is she? Still sweet as sugar?-.

That's not easy to answer, since she's now possessed by you and has become a sex beast.

-Kind of.- Then you frown: -Didn't you say you knew me when I was a kid?-.

-Yes, I did. I visited her once or twice. But tell me about you, are you studying? Or are you working?-.

-I'm going to Uni. And you Daniel?- He just says he's finishing high school, so he must be Tina's age. You're more relieved than annoyed that he's mostly silent, since he acts as his mom dragged him there. Trish curves; you're now in a residential quarter with terraced houses. She must be a bit wealthier than your family if she lives here. Indeed, the car slows down and enters a garage. You dismount, and for a moment you fear that this stranger will trap you in; on the contrary, she cheerfully tells you to follow her. Her high-heeled sandals clomp down the alley as she seductively sways her hips.

"Nice ass." You think.

The inside of the house is quite sumptuous, but not tacky. If they have just moved in, they must be done with the boxes already, as the furniture is complete, ornaments likewise. She let you on the sofa and asks Daniel to prepare some tea, then she sits in front of you, finally revealing a pair of brown eyes. She questions you again about "Jess", but also about Tom and Tina. You try not to let Kim's personality take over and you describe your "beloved brother" as "the best a sister can dream".

-I thought he flooded the floor.-.

-Ehm, yeah, he's a bit clumsy. Men, right?-.

-Don't tell me! My ex-husband... oh, the tea. Honey, bring the sugar too, please.- You're almost incredulous, you're having one of those women chats you saw in movies. And you honestly like it! Well, at least a little. You drink composed, as a proper lady, maybe even better than the real Kim. Curious: tea tastes differently with your sister's palate. Not worst neither better, just different.

-Tell me, do you have any boyfriend?- She asks you before taking a sip. You flinch and pose your cup: -Not exactly.- you reply.

-Really? A cutey like you? But you'll have tons of suitors, I bet!-.

"One for sure." You think sneering inside: "Mmm, judging from Danny's face right now, I would say two.".

Trish gets up stating: -Well guys, if you'll excuse me I need to use the toilet. Oh, how silly of me, I didn't ask you if you need it!-.

-Don't worry Trish, I'm fine.-.

-Excellent.- She smiles, and her smile is different from your mom's warm ones, it seems... fake, sort of. Not that her tone seemed suspicious or anything, it's just the way she wides her lips... well, that's not important.

You're now alone with Daniel. He just stands absent, like he's lost in thought. Admitting he has any. You can have your fun with him, though: perhaps a pair of blue balls will teach him good manners.

-I should go to study.- He declares, but you've got other plans.

-Maybe I can help you.- You offer.

-It depends. Are you familiar with parametric surfaces?- He asks skeptically. You smirk: Kim would be completely clueless, but Tom has already dealt with them.

-Bring me your notes.- You state firmly. He complies and disappears into another room. Now that you're alone, that weird feeling fades. You take advantage of it and paws silently around the room, browsing through the photos and objects. Trish appears to have no other children; maybe, you think maliciously, this one was enough for her. No sign of her husband, only a self-made, satisfied woman. What's that frame? You read the paper... so Trish is a lawyer, uh? That explains her money. Strange though, your mother didn't study law at college.

You hear steps getting closer and the thrill grows back, so you sit back and readjust, briefly fixing your hair and lightening your throat. You smile at Daniel and you motion him to sit next to you. After some hesitation, he opens his copybook and you press your hip to him, placing the book between his and your hairless legs. His vacant eyes linger for a few seconds, until you start to talk.

-So, what did you not understand?-.

-Actually, almost everything. Can you explain it to me?-.

-Of course.- You purr, moving your finger smoothly on the page: -Mmm, you have such elegant, beautiful handwriting.- you casually touch his thigh. His gulp is a promising sign.

-Well, let's say you have a two variables function, which is your surface, and a portion of their dominium where you're interested in checking the area.-.

-Uh...-.

You shift both your legs over his thigh, so that you can look at him better. He winces, but you pretend not to notice.

-For example, let's say this...- You draw a square on his chest, being careful to tickle his skin: -...is your dominium, and this...- you open your palm and pass it over. His skinny form palpitates at your brush.

-...is your surface. Do you follow me?-.

He nods, but he's probably lying.

-Obviously, we can have the same dominium but a different surface... in fact...- You kindly grab his hands and make him plot the same square around your bosom. He's pink in the face, and you tease him more gently stroking your legs on his one.

-...but now the surface is... this...-.

Slowly, softly, his palm touches your breasts. The notebook falls on the floor as you move on his lap. You take his head between your fingertips and you look intently into his eyes. You feel his bulge pressing downstairs, he must have realized you aren't wearing anything under your skirt.

The boy is in your power. Once again, adrenaline is pumping through your veins. He wants you. He needs you. It's awesome. You bring your lips close to his, you rotate your head, close your eyes, perceive his breath on your nostrils... and then you jump to your feet, leaving him dazed. He opens his mouth and stares at you, confused and heartbroken.

You chuckle.

He simply walks away.