Rate this story My mother used to send me up the street to help a single mom with chores around the house. At first I hated it. Then I discovered her lingerie in the laundry and started trying it on. She never found out, but I often fantasize that she did. This is one such fantasy. Mrs. Robinson was like a little sister to my mother. I wasn’t even sure how they’d first met, but she was always around when I was growing up. When I was in junior high she’d gotten married and bought a house just up the...
