NOTE: This story takes place in my Sex Mage World setting and is also a revised version of an earlier story of mine called Sandy the Psychic Cougar. I didn't really care for how that one turned out, so I decided to do a new version, incorporated into the SMW.
As Sandy stepped out of her house to collect the mail, she noted her next door neighbors busily loading their car with luggage. Hank and Greta Jones were packing up for a two month road trip across the states. Sandy walked over to the edge of the fence. “Time for the voyage already?” she called.
Hank huffed as he tossed the last suitcase into the back of the car, and said, “Yep! Okay, Greta, anything we’re forgetting?”
“No, I don’t think so,” said Greta, checking to make sure she had the keys. “Let me just wake Max to let him know we’re leaving…” As she said this, their son Max, a tall, lanky, blond haired young man of 19 stepped sleepily out of the house.
“Aw, you guys are ready already?” he yawned. “I could have helped.” He waved to Sandy, who smiled and waved back.
“No problem,” said Hank. He gave his son a hug and said, “Well, take care of the house, and if anything goes wrong, you can call Sandy here.” He turned to Sandy and grinned. “Make sure he stays out of trouble, huh?”
Sandy laughed, and said, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll watch him like a hawk.” She winked at Max, who smiled sheepishly. Sandy smiled back as she sensed the slight buzz of his loins, a mixture of just-faded morning wood and a spark of attraction as he looked at her.