Teen Boy Cleaning a Swimming Pool Seduces a Divorcee Mom.

On a clear, cool, cloudless sunny day in the quaint town of Canton, Owen Jenson strolled on the shaded, gated, tree-lined sidewalk. At 17 years old, standing at 5'7 with short light brown hair and hazel eyes, he was dressed in capri shorts, a shirt, and socks. Owen was on his way to the Smith House, where he had the opportunity for a summer job to save up for college.

An hour later, Owen arrived at the Smith House. As he made his way up the front porch sidewalk and the steps, the anticipation grew. Upon reaching the front porch, he confidently knocked on the door. After a brief moment, the muffled footsteps from inside the house reached his ears. The door unlocked, the doorknob rattled, turned, and the door swung open. To his surprise, Owen was met by Delia Smith, a 49-year-old woman standing at 5'8 with shoulder-length blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She was dressed in underwear, a bra, capri shorts, and a button-down shirt. Delia was not just an ordinary woman; she was a divorced and devoted mother of a 3-year-old toddler boy named Barry Smith. Delia's surprise was palpable as she laid eyes on a 17-year-old boy standing on her front porch.

“Hello, Mrs. Smith,” Owen greeted warmly, “Do you require the services of a Pool Cleaner? I would be delighted to take care of the maintenance of your Swimming pool for you,” he offered with a sincere smile as he met her gaze.

"Oh, yes! Will you please follow me to the swimming pool?" Delia answered, entranced by his sincere smile.

As Owen stepped inside the house, he gently closed the front door and trailed after Delia into the backyard. There, shimmering under the sunlight, was Delia's above ground swimming pool encircled by a wooden deck. Owen was captivated by the graceful sway of Delia's hips as she walked ahead. An hour later, she led him to the above-ground swimming pool surrounded by a wooden deck, pointing out the pool cleaner and supplies. As Owen attentively listened, he inched closer to her, his fingers gently caressing her hip, eliciting a soft gasp from Delia.

Owen gazed at her apologetically and explained, 'Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I saw a grasshopper on your hip, so I flicked him off for you.'

Delia expressed her gratitude with a warm smile, "Oh, well thank you, Owen," as she gazed at him.

An hour passed, and Owen began working on the Pool, absorbed in his task. Delia, on the other hand, retreated into the sanctuary of her home. Unbeknownst to her, as she moved about her house, Owen's thoughts lingered on her every move. He found himself captivated by the graceful sway of her body, the gentle curve of her form. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically as she spoke to him, a hypnotic cadence that captured his attention. Despite the distraction, Owen persevered with his work, entranced by Delia's presence even in her absence.

One hour passed, and Owen made his way back to the house where he resided with his mother, Maggie Jenson. Maggie, a 48-year-old woman with short light brown hair and hazel eyes, and his father, Henry Jenson, a 47-year-old man with the same features, joined Owen for dinner before they settled in to watch TV. Finally, they retired for the night. As Owen lay in his bedroom, thoughts of Delia consumed his mind. Vivid memories of her handing him change and a few crumpled dollar bills played like a movie reel in his head. He couldn't shake the image of her watching him walk away from her house. Each recollection caused his heart to race erratically. Eventually, his musings turned into more intimate fantasies. Owen yearned to embrace Delia, to caress her lovely form, to press his lips against hers, and even to take their connection further. It dawned on him that he was falling head over heels for her, despite the significant age gap - him being 17 and her 49. The realization that their prospective relationship would be deemed incestuous hit him. Deciding to keep these newfound emotions a secret, Owen resolved not to divulge his feelings to anyone, not even his parents.

The next morning, Owen arrived at Delia Smith's house. He quietly entered, making his way towards the swimming pool. However, his steps halted when he caught the sound of someone sobbing. Intrigued, he traced the faint cry until it led him to Delia's bedroom. There he found her, perched on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face, clutching a crumpled Kleenex. Without a word, Owen approached her in the dimly lit room, the air heavy with unspoken emotions.

Owen gazed at Mrs. Smith with concern and asked, "What's wrong, has something happened? Has someone hurt you?"

"Oh no," Delia exclaimed as she received a phone call from her ex-husband Marcus. "He's asking me to send Barry to spend Fourth of July with him," she shared.

'It's wonderful for a boy to spend quality time with his biological dad,' Owen exclaimed.

Delia started sobbing, admitting, 'I know, but I'll miss my little boy.'

With a gentle touch, Owen enveloped Delia in a warm embrace, tenderly stroking her back and spine. Gradually, Delia's tears subsided, and she began to find solace in his comforting arms.

"Are you feeling better now?" Owen asked, his eyes filled with love as he gazed upon her.

Delia smiled at him and slowly nodded her head, Owen started smiling back at her.