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Welcome to the neightborhood! - Part One, - Introductions.

If enough people like my writing style and ability, then I'll continue the story! >>Test Story<<
Ellen watched in disbelief as her daughter, Samantha, 'Sam' to her friends, dashed down the stairs. She had ten minutes to get to work and she'd only woken up five minutes ago. Apparently her alarm hadn't rang, but Ellen knew her daughter - more likely she'd forgotten to set it, or completely ignored it.

Samantha ducked into the kitchen, offering a quick, "Thanks for waking me! Gotta' go!" while pawing at a slice of toast.

A moment later, she was gone, leaving a tutting Ellen in her wake. Her hair was all over the place, as was her uniform and no doubt the girl's less-than-kind boss would pick up on those details and give her an hour-long lecture on arriving at work on time. As if trying to put Ellen in a bad mood, she'd left the keys to her car on the counter in her haste to get something to eat and Ellen had to pick them up and trot out to her daughter - wearing nothing more than a pair of curve-hugging pyjama bottoms and a black-lace bra. Her 40F breasts bounced and swayed temptingly, as she rushed to her daughter's car - a 2007 Nissan Micra, which she constantly whined over - to find her frantically searching her purse.

Ellen rapped twice on the window, lifted the keys and shook her head.

When Sam had the window rolled down, Ellen said, "Are you trying to get fired? Go, go!" then dropped the keys onto Sam's lap and took a step back, motioning her sarcastically forward.

Sam was soon speeding away, narrowly avoiding a lamp-post in the process and left Ellen to turn back toward her home, with a second shake of her head. Only then did she notice the bulk of a moving van parked in front of the next-door-neighbor's house and a young man, around 18, maybe 19, lugging boxes back and forth. She blanched slightly - she was used to living next to an old, private woman who never peeked out her door and an empty house on the other side. She hadn't even given rushing outside half-naked a thought, but now she felt a little exposed. Still, in the time she'd seen him, the boy had spotted her and while he had only turned a little pink and began working again immediately, she noticed a change in his attitude toward it already - he wasn't lugging the boxes in a slouched movement now, but lifting his shoulders and puffing his chest out.

She almost giggled at the sight, "Boys!"

Still, it would be rude to stand and stare, so with confidence renewed, Ellen strolled over to the fence and leaned, waiting for the boy to catch her gaze. When he did, she waved him over with a kind smile.

"Welcome to the neighborhood. My name's Ellen." she said, as he stumbled toward her - clearly shy.

"O-oh, uhh.. Hi, my name's Chase. Thanks. Me and my mom just moved in, though she's sort of abandoned me, to go shopping," was his reply, adding a little nervous chuckle at the end.

He had good reason to be nervous too, considering he was about four inches taller than her, and she was leaning on the stomach-height fence, offering an eye-popping view of her bountifully soft mounds in that constricting bra. She acted like she hadn't noticed though.

"Really? Well that shouldn't be too much work for a man like you, hmm? What, with arms like those..." She cooed, teasing him lightly.

Chase's cheeks, however, turned bright scarlet at the compliment and Ellen had a hard time ignoring the sudden bulge in his trousers.

'My my', she thought, 'Easy to tease.'

His reply confirmed nothing. "Well, it's not the work really, just the new place, new people... Not sure of myself, you know?" His tone was calm and certain, which surprised Ellen.

"Well, you needn't worry. Very few people around here socialize much, most are secretive, so you shouldn't be unsure of yourself. In fact, you're the only person around here who's caught my interest in a while - because you're so young, I mean. Ahah... because this place is littered with the older crowd, is what I really meant!" She replied, pretending to make a little mistake in what she had meant, to see how he'd react - a MILF looking for a young man? Just being kind? Playfully flirting?

She couldn't really gauge which he'd think, but she'd have plenty of time to tease and literally, get a rise out of him. Her reply seemed to have inspired a slightly larger rise, because that bulge kept growing - and with it, her interest in him. He could easily be eight or nine inches and she hadn't had a man in almost half a year now. Maybe he could be more than just a boy to tease?

"Well, I guess that will help, but it's still a new area. I don't know where anything is, or have any friends right now. I even had to quit my job, so I don't have anything permanent to do during the day. It's all a bit much - but my mom had to move here, so I'll deal with it," was his reply, again pushing down the actual thoughts going through his head.

He hadn't even visibly acknowledged that he was aroused, which took quite a lot of skill to act out, in Ellen's experience with men.

"You're really responsible, aren't you? Giving up so much to help your mom out. Definitely mature for your age. Speaking of which, how old are you? You didn't mention school and you mentioned a job, so I'd guess... 18? 19, maybe?", She replied with casual interest.

She got a hasty reply of, "Oh, I'm 19. My birthday was two weeks ago... Ummm, I'm sorry to do this, but will you excuse me? There's nothing in the house yet and I'd really like to stock up before my mom gets back. Plus, I need a bottle of water after lugging those boxes back and forth.." He replied, offering an apologetic smile - though she could see the real reason for his sudden need to be dismissed.

His hands were fidgeting around his pockets, seemingly unsure of whether to slip in and try to mask the erection he'd finally noticed, or stay put and act casual. Well, she certainly wasn't about to let him get away with that.

"I'll drive you to the store if you like? Though, if you're thirsty, I have bottled water, soda, orange juice, anything really, in the fridge. I don't mind offering you one!" She said, and waited for him to crumble.

He couldn't excuse himself without being rude, and she figured he still thought she was unaware of his bulging trousers.

"O-oh... well, that's really nice of you, but... uhh... ah, okay, thank you," he stammered, eventually offering a weak smile before motioning to the house. "Just let me lock up, alright? Don't want anything getting stolen right off the bat, y'know?"

With that, he zipped off and left Ellen to walk back to her front door. He joined her a moment later, bulge almost gone, but she knew it'd take about ten seconds walking behind her for that to change.

Turning, she pushed her own door open and stepped in, offering the boy a good view of her lusciously curved ass as she looked over her shoulder, "Come in, come in. Now, what would you like..?"

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