Prologue
On the surface, it was a town like everywhere else.
Well, calling it a town was a bit of a stretch. It was mostly a residential area where the affluent people from the nearby city lived.
Though it wasn’t directly linked with the city, it was perhaps ten miles outside by way of the highway. Its location has meant that it has become the de facto suburban area of the city.
It has a relatively small population, about a thousand houses or so, housing the richest families in the city. Nearly all of these houses were pristine and immaculate, having been built during the last decade or so. They featured expansive lawns and expensive architecture, just the kind that showed off the wealth of the people living there.
But there was one single oddity.
A main road ran through the entire suburb, connecting directly to the highway. About a mile into the road, there was a left turn. Go down a few hundred meters and then take another left turn. There would come a desolate area, boxed in on all sides by lavish houses. Weed was growing everywhere, and there was a sense of darkness even in the brightest of days.
And within that area stood a house, a stripped-down, ramshackle building, covered in moss, its paint peeling in layers. Years of neglect had given the house a dark, eerie feeling.
No one knew who built the house. It had always stood there, even when the suburbs were a simple town. When the builders arrived, they attempted to demolish the building.
But for some reason, everyone just forgot about the house whenever it came time to do the deed.
So, people built around the house, never paying it more than a passing glance. Those who became curious soon forgot about the house as well.
If one were to ask the residents near the house about it, they would look surprised and say, “There’s a house there?”
It existed in the back of the people’s minds, but no one paid any attention.
And that is how it was until one day, something strange happened.
A car broke down right in front of it.
“Dammit!” Molly swore, kicking the car in the tire, before wincing and pulling back. She had no idea what had happened. This was a new car, a recent gift from her husband to mollify her for his continued absence.
At least it was a good car.
Until now, that is.
Molly looked around. She was in a strange area of the town that she had never been in. How she ended up, she had no idea.
Molly scratched her head and looked at her car. It had never given her trouble before, and she had no idea what was wrong with it.
There was only one house nearby, but it looked abandoned.
Molly mulled her choices before deciding she better see if there was anyone in the house. They lived in a safe area. Crimes were essentially nonexistent. Outsiders were rarely allowed inside, and those who lived there did not need a criminal life.
She walked up to the house and knocked.
She stood there for a good five minutes waiting for a response. But there was none coming.
Molly was about to turn when the door opened.
Molly’s breath got stuck in her throat as she looked at who opened the door.
It was a woman, not a girl. Molly couldn’t decide. She looked young and mature at the same time. She had white hair, not silvery, not gray, but pure white. Her eyes were silver. She had a small face, slightly round, giving her an innocent look. But her lips looked pouty and full, making her sultry.
She was wearing a strapless short white dress. It barely covered her magnificent boobs. Molly had big boobs, but the woman had her beat in that department. They were full and round, spilling over the top of the dress.
The dress ended just below the girl’s ass. Even though she was facing Molly, she could clearly see the roundness of her behind as the dress jutted behind her. Her thighs looked soft, and her calves looked inviting in the high heels she wore.
“Yes!” The girl had a musical voice, finally snapping Molly out of checking out the young girl.
Molly gave a slight blush. “I am sorry; my car broke down, and I need some help!”
The girl looked at where Molly had parked her car and frowned. Molly’s heart sank. Perhaps the girl couldn’t help her.
Seeing Molly’s expression, the girl immediately smiled. “Let’s see what’s wrong with it.”
She touched Molly’s shoulder. A strange sensation spread through her body.
“Everything okay?” The girl asked, concerned.
Molly shook her head. She was acting decidedly unladylike. “Yes. Thank you for your help!”
They walked to the edge of the property. Molly was entranced by the swaying hips of the young girl.
But she stopped just at the edge, some distance away from the car.
Molly looked at her questioningly.
“Why don’t you start the car now!”
Molly looked dubiously at the girl and then shook her head. She was the one asking for help. She had no right to question her helper.
She went inside the car and pushed the ignition button.
Immediately, the car started.
Molly groaned. What a stupid car.
She drove up to the house and lowered the window.
“Sorry about that.” She shouted. “Everything seems fine.”
The girl nodded and waved her goodbye.
Molly drove out, not noticing how the girl’s eyes flashed red. As soon as she left the weed-infested area. All thoughts of the encounter left her mind.
It wasn’t until a few days later that the effect of that strange encounter started showing. Though Molly wouldn’t know about it for some time.
“Jenny!” Molly shouted at the top of her lungs. “Honey! Will you please come down and help me with the chores?”
As usual, however, she heard no response. Ever since Jenny had entered her rebellious years, she ignored her mother more and more. Her behavior had become even worse since she entered high school.
Molly was one soul, and she had no help in taking care of the house. Her son, Stan, who was the complete opposite of Jenny, was already off to college. Her husband was too busy with his office work to give any attention to what was going on at home. Which was a shame, because these days if Jenny listened to anybody, it was her father.
She put down the vacuum cleaner and decided to check up on her daughter herself. She climbed the staircase and knocked softly on the door to her daughter’s bedroom. However, there was no response from the other side. After waiting a few moments, she turned the handle and entered her daughter’s room.
“MOM!” She was blasted by the screeching voice of her teenage daughter. Jenny was lying on her bed on her stomach in her pink pajamas. Her ears were stuffed with AirPods that she had taken out to scream at her mother. Her blue eyes were staring accusingly at her.
“Why are you disturbing me, Mom? I am busy!!”
Molly raised an eyebrow at that. From where she was standing, she could clearly see that her daughter was busy texting her friends and nothing else.
“Well, I wanted you to help with a bit of cleaning. Your brother’s not here, or I would have asked him, you know.” Molly tried to be conciliatory. She knew from her personal experience that getting angry at hormonal teenagers does not solve problems.
“Ugh, Mom!” Jenny rolled her eyes. “Cleaning again? I don’t want to get dirty. Go do it yourself.”
Molly felt a surge of anger as she saw her daughter put the AirPods back in her ears and return to listening to some boy band that was popular these days. She clamped down her emotions and closed the door.
Throughout the day, Molly struggled to control her anger. Her daughter’s behavior towards her was beyond bitchy now. She needed to be taught a lesson. She needed to learn that she had to listen to her mother. But how?
As she pondered over the workings of the mind of a hormonal teenager, she came upon a devious idea. The only thing that was on the minds of teenagers was sex, and she knew how to use it to establish her own dominance over her daughter.
That night Jenny saw that her mother was unusually cheery and felt a strange sense of fear creep into her mind. Somehow, she knew tomorrow was not going to be very good for her. But in typical teenage fashion, she just batted it away, falsely believing that her mother did not have the spine to do anything bad to her. The most she would do was get her a scolding from her dad. Though she personally preferred to be spanked by him. Those rough, big hands landing on her soft derriere enflamed her passion like nothing else. Feeling herself getting wet, Jenny excused herself from the dinner table. She did not even bother picking up her plate and depositing it in the sink, let alone washing it. As she walked up the stairs, she failed to notice that her mother did not chide her for her untidiness like usual.
The next day, Molly’s husband was leaving for a week-long conference. As such, she knew that there would be no hindrance to her plan. She had a whole week to train her daughter to behave properly. Today was the first day of Jenny’s training, even though she didn’t know it.
She kept her anger in check at her daughter during the breakfast. As the summer vacations had already started, Jenny spent most of her time locked in her room when she was not out with her friends. Once Jenny had retreated to her room. Molly picked up her car keys and went out.
The area that they lived in was pretty suburban. Most of the inhabitants were respectable people who stayed out of each other’s business. Stuff like rumors were rarely passed around. However, like any other residential area, it had its own bad seed. Molly had her eyes on such people. More specifically, two young bad seeds.
Molly had known about Brett and Rob ever since their parents moved into the area. They were a bunch of rowdy kids who would rather smoke weed than go to school. They were also, to put it mildly, a bit on the dumber side. As such, they were perfect for Molly’s plan.
It took only a minute before Molly spotted them from her car. It was a secluded area, the kind used by rowdy teenagers for their nefarious purposes. As the area that they lived in was quite decent, the number of rowdy teenagers that hung around these areas was pretty low. Today, as it happened, there were only Brett and Rob.
Molly pulled her car in front of the tree that they were sitting under. She pulled her shirt down a little to show a bit more cleavage. Now Molly was a beautiful woman. She had long brown hair, a small face, and tiny lips. Her breasts were massive, and her ass was the tightest in the neighborhood, as per the collective judgment of the men in the area. So she was pretty confident in pulling off her plan.
“Hello, boys!” Molly called out to them. She leaned out of the window to put more emphasis on her boobs. As expected, the boys’ eyes went straight to her puppies. Molly gave an internal chuckle. This might be easier than she thought. She motioned for them to come closer.
Both Brett and Robb had known Molly for a while now. They knew that she was a close friend of their mother and, as such, were wary of what she would tell their parents. They exchanged hesitant glances with each other.
Sensing their worries, Molly tried to placate them. “I am not going to tell your parents anything that you are doing. In fact, I am here with a fun proposition for you.”
Brett and Robb looked at each other and shrugged. There was no harm in listening to her.
Once they were standing near her window. Molly reached out and stroked their chest slowly. Both of their eyes widened.
“You must be feeling hot out there. I know you don’t want to return to your nagging mother. So why don’t you come back with me and spend a few hours with me and my daughter?”
Molly winked at them.
Brett and Rob gulped and looked at each other. They might be a bit slower than normal, but even they were not dumb enough to not realize what this sexy MILF was saying.
They replied in unison, “Of course, Mrs. Stanton.”
Molly gave them a sultry smile. “Then get on in, boys. We are going to have a lot of fun.”
