(c) 2015, 2022 by Sir Render
Melanie Jacobson had no plans to attend her high school's homecoming dance. Why would she? She had no boyfriend and felt certain no boys wanted anything to do with her. Melanie was shorter than almost all the girls her age, often an object of ridicule by both other students and some teachers, and she hadn't really developed much physically since her sophomore year. There was also the problem of her feeling, and vocalizing, that she was so much more mature than anyone else. She had book smarts and the grades to prove it, she would be attending a good college next year and it just seemed so clear to her that nobody really got what she was thinking.
Melanie's mother Marcy, however, was quite a stunner and those boys who paid enough attention to know that Marcy was her mother could not believe that a fit five foot nine inch, fiery red haired goddess with D or maybe DD tits could have spawned such a runt.
Marcy loved her daughter, as any responsible parent loves their child, but she realized that Melanie was headed down a path of isolation and resentment toward everyone around her. Attempts to talk with her daughter about opening up more and being less abrasive usually ended in her daughter getting philosophical and quoting lines of literature which Marcy knew only in passing from when she'd been in school.
The issue with Marcy was that she'd been blessed with such a great body and a mind to use it, so she had never felt she needed to be book smart and spent her teenage years partying with friends when their respective parents went out. She got pregnant the first time she had sex at one of those parties, and the guy she did it with did the honorable thing and married her. After giving birth to a boy, Mark, Marcy got pregnant with Melanie the very next time she had sex. She was a fertility bomb with a short fuse and so had been on the pill ever since then.
This, mixed with her still incredible body in her mid-thirties, had led to her and husband Michael's being inducted into a group of swingers and Marcy now had sex regularly with several different men without concern of being knocked up a third time. She did not go in for the girl-girl stuff, she was there for the men.
Marcy hatched a scheme to help her socially awkward daughter which fell along the lines of her already hedonistic lifestyle, and over a few weeks slipping innocuous questions into conversation with both of her kids she discovered who were considered to be the really cool kids. Mark had gone off to college, but being only a year ahead of Melanie he still knew who was tops at the high school.
There was one jock, a star on both the school's football and basketball teams, who would be perfect for what she had in mind. She could hardly believe as she held the ringing telephone to her ear that she was about to seduce a high school kid, eighteen years old yes but still way younger than herself and the same age as her daughter.
She arranged to have that jock, Rick Hart, come over one afternoon when she knew her husband would be out and Melanie would be studying at the city library. She invited him under the ruse of needing a strong guy to move some boxes in her basement, and thanks to the wonderful world of cell phones with cameras she was able to make a video call so he could see that she was wearing a bright yellow one-piece bathing suit which showed off a lot of skin. She also used her naturally full, puckered lips to her advantage, making pouty faces any time he seemed hesitant to accept. She wasn't offering very much money, but it was something, and she hoped he would be so interested to see her in her bathing suit that he would say yes.
He did say yes, and on that afternoon he came over immediately after leaving school. Marcy was alone in the house for a few hours.
She greeted him not in her bathing suit but in a very elegant and billowy white blouse with a high neck which was tucked into a below-the-knee brown skirt. This was pretty normal attire for Marcy when not going to a wife swap, but the secret she kept to herself, and it made her smile to know that others could not tell or at least could not be certain, was that she wore no undergarments in spite of the formal style of her outwear.
"Come on in Rick. Thanks for coming over."
"No problem Mrs. Jacobson. You have a lovely house."
"It's a chore keeping it clean all by my little lonesome. I'm here by myself for hours each day, and when I need something big moved there's never any strong guy around to help me. My husband won't be home until dinnertime and even Melanie probably won't be in for another hour, so it's just me... and you," she added with as cute a giggle as she could manage.
"You uh look like you're going somewhere," the eighteen year old jock said, pointing at her clothing.
She looked down at herself. "No, this is just what I pulled out of the closet. There's a little chill in the air today, I put on something warm."
"Right. So where's this box you need moved?"
"Well actually," she started, then trailed off, tapping a long painted pink fingernail against her jaw. "I could use some help in the bedroom as well." She let the statement stand there and watched for his reaction. He flashed a brief grin before looking down at his feet which he politely wiped on the welcome mat before stepping through the door.
