Chapter 9 Babysitting a Big, Hung Boy

• As Mary walked toward the front door of her friend's house, she could feel the insides of her thick thighs rubbing and slapping against each other. It'd been a long time since she wore a skirt this tight, not to mention wearing it for a boy. But this time, it was far from a romantic purpose.
• Her friend, Elaine, had come to her for help to keep an eye on her unruly son, Jason, who had recently turned 18. And being once a teacher, she had agreed to help. She knew this was not one of the middle school children she had taught, but at least, he was still human. Her intention was to first come across as strict and tough, then she would talk to him and make him see the soft side of her and he would be as nice as a lamb.
• In her mind, it was a good plan. In fact, a perfect one. But one problem was that she did not know the young man in question very much. She could easily identify him and he could identify her too. But that was the limit of how much they knew about each other personally, apart from the things his mother had said about him of course. Mary could only hope that Elaine had not discussed her with her son because that could make it difficult for her to command his respect.