I was living in a house in the country. I had one set of neighbors right beside me and we would often chat or help each other out. I had done multiple small carpentry jobs for them for just the cost of materials.
At the time I worked nights. So it wasn’t unusual for me to be at their house while the husband, Joe, was at work.
This afforded me to sight of mom once kids go off to school during her down time.
I’ll call her Jane. She was in her early forties. Short, with long blond hair that usually had highlights of color like red, green, blue, purple. Thick and well proportioned with green eyes. She also was not shy, often talking to me as I worked, rarely wearing more than the revealing pajamas she slept in or day clothes that showed off her build.
Once or twice I showed up with her in a towel fresh out of the shower or she would go and sunbathe nude in the backyard. But she was never overly flirtatious so I took it as just being comfortable in her own skin.