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Just treat her like another slut

When the phone rang, Kathy was looking down the street from her living room window, at the teenaged boys carrying beer into her neighbor's house. "Is Jeff home?" "No," said Kathy. "Is this Randy?" "Yea," said the voice on the phone. "Randy, I thought Jeff was with you." "No, he said he was going to Kurt's house." After Kathy hung up the phone, she thought, "Jeff is going to Kurt's house! Kurt's house is the one down the street that the beer just went into! My teen-aged son is going to a party with drinking!" She looked down the street at the line of cars in front of Kurt's house. The party had been going on for hours now. Kathy started to fume. Not only did she not approve of her son drinking, she didn't even like him associating with Kurt and his friends. Kurt had grown up on this street, and he'd always been a snotty smart-alecky k**. He never behaved when he came over, he just talked back. Kurt had grown up with that same insolent little sneer as his dad, a spoiled upper- middle-class k**. She remembered the humiliating time a few years back when Kurt was over playing with Jeff, and she had been undressing in her bedroom, and he just opened the door and leered at her in just her panties, staring at her naked breasts. She remembered how angry she'd been, and yet, later, perplexed at finding that her panties were wet. Kurt's friend Mike, who lived behind Kathy's house, was just as bad. He was a big bully, loud and arrogant, just like his father too. Only last year, Mike ...

... was in the back yard with some friends when Kathy was pulling weeds, and as she bent over, he'd groaned and made some lewd comment in front of his friends. She went inside in disgust, but again was surprised to find that her panties were soaked from the experience. Kathy wished her husband wasn't out of town on business. He's gone so much! And now she would have to handle this alone. Kathy decided to go get Jeff. She stepped into some shoes, and stopped in front of a mirror to brush her shoulder-length blonde hair. She looked at herself sideways in the mirror, in a light blue tank top and beige denim shorts over her still trim 5' 4" frame. Her breasts weren't large, but they jutted out nicely, she thought absently to herself. Her legs still looked good and her stomach was pretty flat for a forty-one year old woman too. She walked deliberately down the street, and knocked on Kurt's door. A teen-aged boy she recognized but didn't know by name opened the door. He had a plastic cup of beer in his hand, and his eyes were slits. Kathy stepped in and asked, "Is Jeff here?" The boy just shrugged. Kathy looked down the hall that led to the f****y room. The hallway was filled with loud, d***k teen boys. She recognized many of them from Jeff's school. Not seeing Jeff, she began working her way down the narrow hall, having to press her fanny and boobs against the boys to get by them. Some of them said "hi," other just smiled and leered at her. Several hands brushed against her body. The ...