Pleasing the Teen Futa

Linda stopped at the suburban house. She had to park on the street because it was already full of cars. She knew that already since she was late and she was going to meet five other housewives. They all had girls the same age as her daughter, and now when she had started to hang out with the other girls, they had said it would be good to meet. No other parents had done that, but now when they had reached the problematic age of 18 it seemed like a good idea to join forces to keep them out of trouble. Not that her daughter would do that, at least not on her own.

She knocked on the door and waited until another woman came to open.

“Hello, you are Mrs. Sullivan I presume,” the woman opening the door said.

“Yes, are you Mrs. Willems?” Linda answered.

“It is just Ms., please come in. Everyone else is already here. I hope you did not have any trouble finding your way here,” Mrs. Sullivan said as she led the way into the house.

She gave a careful “no” to the question even if it was not true. She had lost her way and instead of the 15 minutes early she had planned on being, she was now few minutes late. Not the impression she wanted to give on the other housewives.

The house was impressive with plenty of space and nice furniture. She had not known that Ms. Willems was so well off. As a single parent it was very impressive. Linda depended on her husband for nice things. She had worked hard when she was younger, but had stopped when they had kids. For the first few years she said that she would start working again, when they had all left for college. Now she was not so sure anymore. Working for eight hours every day sounded very foreign now.

“Do you know any of the others?” Ms. Willems asked as they reached the others in the kitchen.

“I have not had the pleasure,” Linda said after looking them all over.

“Starting on the left we have Mrs. Marie Wilson, Mrs. Deborah Weber and Mrs. Victoria Diaz. Mrs Elise Ellis will be with us shortly. She had some business to attend before she could join us in the kitchen. I am Julie. We try to use first name around here,” Ms. Willems explained.

“Nice to meet you all,” Linda answered after the introduction.

“And you are Mrs. Linda Sullivan? I got that correct right?” Julie asked.

“Yes, you can call me Linda,” she answered.

Julie offered her a seat and she sat down trying to remember the names. Julie was the one that lived here. Marie was blonde, Deborah was clearly a fake blonde with some darker hair sticking out, and Victoria was Latin. Hopefully she would be able to remember that. Now she only had to figure out which mother belonged to which daughter. She had only met three of the teenagers so far but she was certain the other two would come here way soon enough, now when they had all became close friends with her own daughter.

“Would you like some coffee, Linda?” Julie asked.

Linda looked around the table and saw all of the others had a cup and that there was one standing on Julie’s empty seat. She preferred tea, but this was not the best time to be difficult. She was here to make friends and make sure her daughter had a stable group of friends, not make the others think she was weird for not drinking coffee.

“I would love some, thank you,” she answered, taking the cup being held out to her before she even had the time to answer.

“Should we wait for Elise or get started without her?”

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