9 comments/ 35059 views/ 5 favorites Fucking Mrs A By: MichaelinChina These days I find myself attracted mostly to young women, ten, twenty or even thirty years younger than myself and have been lucky to have had several relationships with them. However, there was a period between eighteen and thirty or so when older women excited me very much. Women ten or twenty years older and even well-groomed and maintained women in their fifties and early sixties conjured up delicious fantasies of fucking with them. I want to tell you of one incident when my fantasies of screwing with an older woman came true. Mrs A - Daphne - was her name but I'll keep her real surname a secret, for obvious reasons. I had come to her house to do some plumbing work. It was mid-morning and she greeted me at the door. I had been there before to do other work and since getting her call, my mind had been constructing elaborate erotic fantasies of seducing her - or of her seducing me. She was about ten years older - about forty, with an incredibly long single brown plait that hung to her mid-thighs.I wondered what it would be like undone. Although she said I could come in wearing my work boots, I took them off before going in, conscious that my cock was starting to twitch nicely in my shorts. That felt good and my heart was beating fast. She led me into the kitchen and as she moved ahead of me I studied her bottom moving underneath the one piece ankle length dress she wore. I pictured it naked, each voluptuous cheek being cupped and squeezed in my hand. She pointed to the kitchen sink and the dripping tap and I opened my tool bag to take out the tools necessary to fix the problem. Standing next to me, she placed her hand gently on my shoulder as she peered in to watch what I was doing. Ordinarily, I prefer to be left alone to do my work, but I had designs on this woman and if she initiated some moves of her own, then all to the good. It showed me that there may have been a small degree of attraction on her part, but it also meant that getting into her panties may be a lot easier than I'd imagined. So, when she began caressing my neck, I almost dropped the wrench but recovered enough to begin to enjoy her distractions. The job done, she moved back to let me stand, and I couldn't help but notice the depth of her exposed cleavage and the size of her nipples as they jutted against the material. Now I knew how much she was aroused. And how I wanted to lick them. She picked up the electric kettle, filled it and, expecting me to linger to have a coffee, switched it on and busied herself spooning instant coffee into two mugs. Then, as she was quite short - about 5 feet tall, she dragged a stool over to kneel on so she could reach the top shelf of the cabinet in order to take down a cake tin. I watched, in between putting my tools back into the bag, as she did this and noticed how, with her fingers, she pulled the part of her dress that had become wedged into the cleft of her bottom. Wasn't she wearing panties, I thought? Was that space between her legs so moist that it clung to her dress in that way? And I didn't realise at the time, how much that single action was to feature in my fantasies in the years to come as one of the strongest images of that time with her. I wanted to poke it back in, enabling me to brush her wet pussy with my fingers, letting her know how much I appreciated that unguarded moment with me in her presence. She ushered me to a chair at the kitchen table where I sat waiting for the coffee and watched her bottom slightly jiggling as she cut a generous slab of rich dark brown fruitcake for me. Still, her nipples showed and I was sure she knew I could see how prominent they were, as she made the several trips back and forth ferrying, first the cake on a plate, and then the steaming coffee. This woman was showing off her body to me but doing so in such natural and necessary movements. So, I began a small show of my own. I spread my thighs as I sat, and watched as her eyes traveled south from my eyes to my crotch. I knew my cock was semi-hard and laying crosswise under my shorts. I was fully aware she was taking in the sight of the thick shaft straining and bulging through the material, wanting to be freed from the constraints of my shorts. Sipping my coffee, I allowed the thumb of one hand to hook into the waistband and the other fingers to drum on my concealed log. I felt sure she got my message because she licked her lips as she watched, almost mesmerised by the promise concealed there. "Yes darling," I thought. "It's all yours - if you want it. And I know you want it," I smiled, a wickedly innocent smile. She smiled back. So, we sat, chatting. I was throwing out subtle and not so subtle double entendres, and we seemed to be enjoying ourselves. Meanwhile, I was plotting a way to advance the situation. My chance came when she took the empty cup and plate away and stood at the sink to rinse them. I rose and moved to stand behind her, looking out her kitchen window at the street and the neighbours' houses, very close nearby. "Don't you worry about your neighbours knowing you are having a man in your house for such a long time?" I asked. "No, not at all. I don't care about them. They can think what they want. Do you want to go?" she answered. "No, well I'm certainly not in a hurry to go. I do have a job later in the day. So, if you want some company, I can stay awhile," I replied. "Good!" she said, and smiled. I decided to throw caution to the wind and I pressed my bulging hardon into the cleft of her bottom and she immediately pushed back, unleashing small moans of delight from the both of us. Putting my hands on her hips I drew them up and around, to cup those huge plump breasts of hers, finally being able to feel that pair of nipples between my fingers. I lowered my head to kiss the nape of her neck, and she cooed, as my lips slid over her ear lobe, knowing my hot breath was blowing seductively into her ear. She turned to face me then, and it was her turn to cup the cheeks of my bottom and to gently squeeze and pinch them, as I pulled her closer to feel her heaving chest on mine and allowed my cock to brush her mound. She put her small hand down the front of my shorts to grasp my rod, and, sinking to her knees on the kitchen floor, slid my shorts down to my ankles. Then she proceeded to give me one delicious lick from my balls to the tip of my cock as she began to stroke my steadily growing tool. And, leaning back on the sink, I moaned as she engulfed my prick and took most of my seven inches in her warm mouth, stopping short of gagging, and drawing a long strand of spittle as it emerged from her lips, rested a moment before taking it deep inside her throat again, and again, and again, as I wound what I could reach of her braid round my fingers, urging her to suck my cock and never stop. I was on the verge of coming and I begged her to stop, because I wanted to last longer. I wanted to fuck her, I told her. She nodded, and with a flick of her head, indicated the bedroom she shared with her husband. Understanding what she wanted, I slipped off my shorts and I picked her up, our lips locked together, her arms round my neck and with her legs wrapped round my waist, my cock nestled comfortably between her inner thighs, I carried her down the hallway towards the open doorway of the main bedroom. I lay her on the big bed, her head on a pillow and stood back to strip off my t-shirt while she spread her legs, and, after wetting her middle finger, slowly, teasingly stroked the fine line of hair that marked out the gash of her cunt. She gave me a sizzling 'come fuck me' look and I succumbed, moving to her, and, raising her to a sitting position, helped her lift off her dress where I finally was able to gaze at those massive globes of hers tipped with a pair of the finest brown nipples, now long and stiff. She lay on her back to let me put my arms round her thighs, and grabbing the other pillow, I stuffed it underneath her bottom to raise her lower body up for ease of dining on her now glistening folds. My tongue licked her from her puckered arsehole to the small tuft of hair that crowned her pubic area and on up to twist inside her navel, tugging on the dangling navel jewelry there. I kept going, travelling her body to those 'begging to be licked' nipples, giving each in turn my full attention for a good minute. Round and round my tongue went, from left to right and back again, squeezing them together with my hands so I could easily shift from one to the other, flicking my darting tongue across them, licking up and down the channel created between them, while I dragged my heavy hardened cock along the length of her increasingly wet pussy lips. She reached down and grasped my tool to use as a vibrator, moving it quickly back and forth against her throbbing clit, and then ploughing the knob into her parted lips. I sensed she wanted my cock inside her, but I had other plans. I wanted to finger-fuck her while licking her out, and by her pleasurable moans as I began, I knew I'd chosen the right thing to do. I also made use of her braid end, using it like a feather to brush and tickle her engorged clit in between my constant licking of her cunt. I felt her hand on my head and ears, as she guided me to where she wanted my tongue to go for her maximum pleasure. Soon, her thighs were clamping my head, and the sound in my ears was the ocean, and the way she was now writhing from side to side and arching her back, I knew she was experiencing the surging tidal waves of her own orgasm. "I want you to fuck me now - and hard!" she whispered loudly. And, while my cock pressing into the mattress was pleasurable enough I knew that her cunt was raging, wanting to be penetrated; to be filled, and filled again, and I couldn't wait to be the one to be pumping her with my hot pulsing shaft, to be driving in and out of her, with alternating deep and shallow strokes. I kneeled before her and grasped her ankles, lifting them high, repositioned the pillow below her and rested my cockshaft against her cunt, letting my balls hang, to press gently against her winking arsehole. Lifting her by the ankles and letting her drop slowly again to the pillow, I was able to tease her cunt and her clit with my stiff rod and the rim of my knob. She squealed with delight at this and I knew how much it was stimulating her, preparing her as it were, for 'the main event'. "Want me to fuck you, yes?" I teasingly asked her. Her nods and replies of 'yes' and "oh yes, please" were not unexpected, but I wanted to make sure how badly she wanted my cock inside her. "How much do you want my cock?" I asked, still rubbing the shaft along her cunt but also giving her arse a stinging slap, that brought a small tear to her eye. "You know how much I want it!" she answered. "Then fucking tell me how much you want it, you fucking dirty cock-teasing slut," I growled. "You fucking sexy bastard, I want all of your fucking big cock in me." she spluttered as I again gave her a resounding slap on the other cheek, making a distinct crimson handprint on her arse to match the other one. "That's fucking better!" I replied, a little softer this time, satisfied she was more than ready for a good hard pounding. I dropped one leg to the mattress and straddled it, placing the still raised leg over my shoulder. In this position, I moved my cock closer to her opening and with a hard thrust, I entered her, pushing in deeply, all the way, until my prick was buried deep inside her cunt, my balls rubbing against her thigh. With one hand caressing her calf, and the other on her thigh, I moved back to take another long deep stab of that tight cunthole she presented to me. Again, and again, I fucked her, and I had her moaning with each thrust, as she took my big hard cock, over and over, and over again. She was so fucking tight and I told her so. I told her how my cock loved her cunt, and how her cunt loved my cock. I called her a slut and she moaned, relishing the role she was playing. Now I wanted to fuck her from behind, so we disentangled and got into that position, her hands gripping the bedhead, my hand tugging on her braid, arching her neck back, while I quickly shoved my cock-meat up inside her again. "How's this, then?" I said into her ear. "Fucking good, so fucking good baby. You fuck me so well." "And you fuck my cock so well too. My horny cock-sucking slut." "Mmmmmmmmmm," was her reply, "I want you to cum for me.Cum for me wherever you want to. On my tits, in my mouth, or right now, deep inside my cunt, I don't care." "What about your tight fucking arsehole then?" I ventured. "Ooooh, yes. Will you? I want that so much. Shoot your hot fucking cum in my arse." Taking my cock from her slick cunt, and under her instruction, I opened her bedside drawer and took out a tube of lube, and, taking advantage of her turned away face, I also took out the big vibrating dildo that lay nestled beside it. I imagined her using this fuck-tool on herself in the privacy of her bedroom on those lonely nights when she was horny and man-less. I smeared my cock with a generous dollop of lube and also applied some to her puckered hole. Gripping my shaft, I rubbed the knob round its entrance, and, satisfied, I eased it into her, slowly. The groan I heard indicated a level of pleasure mixed with a little pain, but after a few strokes her noises turned to a kind of singing with each successive stroke of my cock. I switched on the vibrator and she turned her head sharply at the noise it made. "You sneaky sly bastard," she said, slowly emphasising each word, "but mmmmmmmmm what a delicious idea - fucking my arse and fucking my cunt at the same time. Mmmmmm!" I inserted the big phallus in her cunt and she held it there with her fingers, adjusting the speed to her satisfaction while I resumed fucking her arse, watching my cock sliding in and quickly disappearing, only to reappear again, seconds later. Now she was really excited and she let me know she was going to cum, again. This time, however, she totally surprised me by squirting, a huge gush of fluid beginning to flow from her cunt. She was almost delirious with the pleasure of it all and I began to concentrate on my orgasm. Drumming up the best of all my fantasies and reveling in the current scene soon had the feeling of my cum beginning to surge its way from my tightened balls. "Aaaaaaaaaaah! Oh, yes! I'm gonna cum baby," I told her. "Ohhhhhhhhhh cum for me honey. Cum in my arse, you bastard fuck!" Her dirty talk and urging provided the impetus for my ejaculation and moments later I felt a hot stream of cum shooting from the barrel of my cock. Gobs of cum spurted into her arsehole, and I could feel her muscles squeezing every drop out of me. So much cum that it began leaking out her arsehole, and because I was still pumping, it turned to a rich lathery cream. I was quite exhausted and after extracting my cock, I tumbled onto my back on the bed. Immediately, she was on all fours, greedily lapping up the droplets before they dried on my skin. Then taking the fading stem of my cock in her mouth, she sucked and cleaned up all the traces, at which my cock began to spring back to life. I was growing again in her mouth, and when she was satisfied with the erection she helped produce, she quickly mounted me and rode me to another mutually-satisfying orgasm. A shower together in her ensuite followed. Then we dressed. She made us a lunch after which she reluctantly shooed me out the door. For several months after that day, the neighbours must have thought her plumbing needs were never-ending, but I knew there was really only one pipe that needed the most attention. And I always fixed it - to her obvious satisfaction. Fucking Mrs. Ava "Ava, have you seen my black tie?" "It is hanging on the back of the closet, where you left it." She sighed, eager for him to be on his way so her plan could start. It was the first Monday of Summer and she could hear the lawn mowers going as the high school kids started earning their summer spending money. Her white bikini barely covered her personal parts and showed off her voluptuous curves nicely. She wondered if she should have waited until Carlos left before putting it on but she did tell him that she was going to spend the day poolside, soaking up the gorgeous summer sun while she could. "You will give the neighbor boy a heart-attack when he sees you in that!" He moved quickly to the bed, nearly falling on top of her, his hands groping for her large breasts. She pushed him away and rolled over so he was lying behind her, his stiff cock pressing into her barely covered ass. "You will miss your plane if you don't leave now! Besides, I am sure the neighbor boy has better things to be doing this summer than catching sight of his old neighbor sunning by her pool!" She turned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before jumping off of the bed and running into the bathroom. In her bout of rolling away from Carlos, her suit had shifted and exposed one deliciously brown nipple. Her tan skin glowed with her Hispanic heritage and she was thankful for that. After 15 more minutes of frantic searching for various other items he managed to remember at the last minute, Carlos was out the door and in the limo on his way to the airport. It was time to set her plan into motion, she just had to hope that Joey was outside and ready for what he was going to see this summer. Carlos's job was pulling him across the country for several weeks. That was far too many days for Ava to remain unsatisfied in the bedroom and her poor little vibrator couldn't handle the deep hard thrusting she was in the mood for. She grabbed her towel and bottle of tanning oil and made her way out to the pool. It was extremely hot and the sweat began beading on her dark skin already. She fluffed the towel out and laid it across the back of her chair, grabbing her oil and liberally applying it to her already brown skin. Ava heard the mower start up in the neighbor's yard before Carlos left. Joey was starting in the front and would finish in the back so he would have plenty of time to admire her body before he finished. He was 18 years old and built like an Adonis already. She knew it was wrong to fantasize about him but she couldn't help it, her body trembling as she imagined his hands running over her curves. Church enabled her plenty of opportunities to talk to his mom and learn much about the young boy. He was still a virgin, or so mommy thought, and he planned to go to college after high school, football scholarship. He wanted to wait until he was married before having sex with a girl, his mom scaring him into thinking he would go to hell if he did not get married first. His mom, Sue, often scowled at Ava, her dresses too tight or too low cut for church. Ava didn't care, she loved the feeling as the men stared at her and knew Carlos loved being the envy of every guy near. Applying the oil liberally, Ava accidentally got some on her white top, the triangles absorbing the oil and making her bikini almost see-through. She smiled, pulling the sides of her tiny bottoms up and feeling the thin fabric creep between her hairless pussy lips. Just as she placed her head back onto the small pillow, she heard the mower moving up the side yard and into the back. She grabbed her magazine off of the little table and feigned reading. *** Joey was 6'4 and muscular, the center of attraction for most high school girls. He was flirted with often and asked out more times than he could count but had decided his faith in God would help maintain his chastity. He didn't want to get a girl pregnant while trying to start his, what he hoped would be, a lucrative football career. The only thing he could think of, since school seemed to offer up a large variety of beautiful and well endowed girls, was to remain abstinent and not have sex, then he had nothing to worry about getting in the way. He was excited that summer was finally here, his final year of high school and then off to college to play ball. He passed out fliers asking to be hired as the neighborhood lawn boy, no job too big or too hard to handle and all at reasonable prices, but he knew there were several other boys all vying for the same thing. No worries though, when he wasn't mowing he expected mom to have him in church or busy doing other household chores. Since no one called yet, his mom had him start with their yard. It was quite large and he knew it would take up most of his day but he also hoped that Mrs. Ava would be sunning in the back as she usually is on hot and sunny days. He wasn't disappointed as he pushed the mower up the large side yard and into the back. She was breathtaking and he felt his cock twitch to life the second his eyes landed on the tightly stretched fabric barely covering her large and very hard nipples. He groaned, thoughts racing through his head that were so wrong he knew his mother would totally freak out if she heard them. He made it to the back and turned the mower off, figuring he would go inside for a glass of iced tea and cool off before returning back to the yard. He could tell Ava wasn't going to go anywhere soon since she was completely slathered in tanning oil. His cock twitched again. *** What in the hell was taking this kid so long?! She heard the mower stop and turned slightly, her glasses shielding her eyes from the hot sun and from him seeing that she was watching. He walked inside. Well, he had to be coming back out since he left the mower against the short white fence separating the two yards. There used to be a very tall privacy fence on Ava's side of the yard but she convinced Carlos to take it down, telling him that it blocked her view of the gorgeous yards around them. Whatever Ava wanted, Ava got. The fence came down with no objection from the neighbors. She sat up, rivulets of sweat traveling down her body and giving her the chills. She decided to hop into her pool to cool off, knowing what the water would do to her tiny little bikini. She jumped in and made three laps before coming up to the side. She looked over to see Joey standing at the fence, a glass of tea sweating in his hand as he watched Ava swim. She smiled and waved, her body still remaining under the water. "Hello! Very hot day, isn't it?!" "Yes, Mrs. Ava, very hot." His cock twitched again and he was suddenly thankful there was a fence between them. "Why don't you come over for a swim, I mean since your pool isn't finished yet!" "Thank you Ma'am but I really need to finish mowing before my mom gets home." She watched him turn to set the glass down on the patio table and as he made his way back to the mower she decided to climb out of the pool. It was like the scene in Fast Times at Ridgemont High... she climbed the steps of her pool, water running down her luscious curves, her white bikini now completely see-through. She reached up and pulled her long hair back, turning to face him as she did so. Her arms were stretched and her body was glistening with water, her hard nipples completely visible through the material now. She watched his mouth fall open and her body was on fire. Her pussy throbbed and she could feel the material still resting between her bare lips, now swollen with desire. God what she wouldn't give to see this kid's cock. She gave a small wave before stepping out of the pool and walking over to her chair. She heard the mower start as she took her seat and watched him push all of the way up the backyard. As he turned to push back down, she sat back in the chair, her legs spread so she was straddling it. She felt her bikini bottom move slightly, there wasn't much fabric to cover her to begin with. Slipping on her sunglasses, she smiled as she laid back, legs still spread and picked up her magazine. She feigned reading once more as she let Joey admire a single smooth, puffy pussy lip that escaped the fabric. *** Oh my God! What in the hell was she doing?! Surely Mr. Carlos would kill me if he knew I was looking at his wife! Those thoughts danced through Joey's mind as he pushed the mower back down his yard. He coughed, trying to keep his erection from hurting too much, shifting it with his hands without getting caught by Ava. His erection has gotten plenty of attention over the past few years, all from his own hands unfortunately. Not that he wasn't given the opportunities to be with a girl, he was just trying to stay focused on school. He knew that if he didn't cum soon then his balls were going to hurt and he would have a very awkward time trying to sit through dinner with his mom and dad tonight. He pushed back up and then down again, getting ready to kill the mower once again so he could run to the bathroom and jack off real quick. He saw a flash of gold and turned to see Ava slipping her hand over one large breast, her fingers brushing over her hard nipple and running down her flat stomach and to her partially exposed pussy. He began to wonder if she knew her bikini had slipped, surely she knew, right? She rubbed one long finger over the exposed lip, a small sigh escaping her mouth but inaudible to Joey from so far away. He groaned, wishing his finger was there instead. He kept pushing, only slower, and watched as she slipped her finger under the fabric and began rubbing at her clit. It was only a matter of seconds, her finger moving rapidly under the thin material, halfway shielded from his vision but he knew what she was doing. He had watched enough porn to know she was rubbing one out. His cock strained against his shorts, the head almost escaping from the low-riding elastic band. He tried watching and pushing, not wanting her to know he was watching. His cock pulsed and he knew he was going to cum soon, he just wanted to watch her first, to give himself something to imagine as he stroked himself. Within seconds her body was convulsing lightly on the chair, her head thrown back as her mouth was opened in a O. He knew she was having an orgasm and his body jerked, his own orgasm busting through and shooting into his shorts. Fuck! He couldn't move as spunk shot from his cock and coated his shorts, her fingers not moving but remaining on her smooth pussy as he watched her tits bounce. Her hand slid out from her bottoms, her thumb hooking onto the material and slipping it back into place before moving up to her lips. He watched in awe as she slipped one finger and then the next into her mouth, her full lips wrapping tightly around each and sucking them clean before she raised her legs onto the chair and went back to reading her magazine. Maybe she didn't know he was watching her?! That was what he hoped as he pushed the mower back up and turned it off. His shorts had a huge stain soaking through them and were beginning to stick to his semi-flaccid cock. He took his shirt off to hang it in front of him as he made his way into his house. He didn't need to jerk off now but needed to change his shorts before someone saw the large stain that obviously wasn't coming from sweat. *** Ava licked her fingers clean with a little giggle. She was watching Joey the entire time, her heart racing with his as he stared. She wanted to move her bikini over all of the way but figured that would be too bold and then he would know she was doing it on purpose. She wanted to fuck the virgin boy silly but she wanted to tease him first, to make his cock ache to be inside of her. She had several weeks to work on it but when she watched him take his shirt off, she was suddenly unsure of her own ability to hold out. Ava waited until he ran inside before getting up and going into her own house. She was trying to devise a plan to get him over, quickly losing the bikini on the floor and jumping into the shower. It was near four o clock and she knew Sue would be returning from work shortly. She finished her shower and dressed quickly before running out of her room and into the study. Looking around, Ava laid eyes on a bookcase leaning feebly against one wall. She smiled to herself as she reached up and pulled the bookcase forward, spilling the many, many books onto the floor around her. She managed to avoid most of the books falling on top of her and scooted out of the way just before it came crashing to the floor. There... now she would dress appropriately for Joey's Mother and head on over. *** Sue walked into the quiet house ready to have Joey get dressed for evening mass. His Father would be meeting them there after work, or so was the plan. As she walked up the stairs and through the hall to get to her bedroom she heard a soft moaning coming from Joey's bedroom. She stuck her ear to the door and listened, her heart beginning to race as she recognized the sounds coming from him. She felt her nipples tighten and became mortified, how could she get aroused at listening to these sounds coming from her own child?! She cleared her throat loudly and knocked on the door. "Time to head to church, I hope you are ready." "Awww... come on Mom, it's summer! Can't I stay home during the week and go to church on Sunday like normal people?" Joey's heart was racing as he jumped from his bed and frantically stuffed his hard cock into his shorts. He had showered twice today, once after cumming in his shorts earlier and the second after he finished mowing the lawn. He was lying in bed with his cock lying heavily in his hand as he pictured Ava's pussy. "Joseph Jr! You better be dressed for church, you will go with your family, like normal people do every day!" Her own heart palpitating as she started to picture her son's cock being furiously stroked by his own hand. Then she began to wonder if he had a girl in there! What if some harlot was on her knees with Joey's cock in her mouth?! Sue turned the knob and threw open the door, relieved to see Joey standing there, alone. He was wearing shorts and no shirt, his muscular chest covered in a light dew of sweat. She drew in a breath, more thoughts racing through her head. She felt her loins catch fire and a flush traveled her cheeks as she tried to forget the things she was thinking. "You have 10 minutes to be dressed for church. Your Father is meeting us there and we will be attending the dinner service there as well." She stepped back out and closed the door, desperately wanting to distance herself from the vulgar thoughts coursing through her brain. She made haste to her room, closing and locking the door behind her. *** The doorbell rang and Sue nearly jumped out of her skin. She felt like God had heard her sins and was sending someone to stop them. She pulled her modest heels over her feet and straightened her dress before walking out of her room and down the stairs. She stopped short of the bottom step when she saw Joey at the door talking to someone. He had finally gotten dressed in his church clothes, his pressed shirt neatly tucked into his slacks as his tie hung down his chest. "Mom, Mrs. Ava said she needs help, her bookcase fell in the study!" Joey looked to his Mom with wide eyes and a large smile. He knew mass started in 10 minutes and he wouldn't have enough time to help Ava and make it to church on time. He was praying to the almighty Gods that his mom would let him go over and help the poor woman in need. "I'm sorry, we are on our way out the door right now. I am sure Carlos, Mr. Santos will be home soon to help pick it back up!" Sue said, quite curtly. She had no plans on letting her son out of her sight with that harlot of a woman. "Yes well you see, Mr. Santos is away for a few weeks on a business trip. I managed to avoid being hurt as the bookcase fell but it is way too large for me to stand back up alone. I am sure it would only be a minute, please Mrs. Smith!" Sue looked at Ava, up and down her long body. She was dressed demurely enough, for a change. She was still wearing what Sue liked to call her "hooker heels" but she had on a long, ankle length dress with a very high neckline and long sleeves. "I was actually getting ready for tonight's mass, myself. It was a total scare when the bookcase came crashing down, my heart is still racing! I can even drive Joey there after, if you don't want to wait for him." Sue thought long and hard and decided to cave, letting Joey go help the woman in need. Surely God wouldn't let something bad happen to him since he is a good boy. "Fine but I expect to see him there in 15 minutes and no later!" And with that being said, she watched Joey light up, a smile spreading over his face larger than any she has ever seen. He seemed to bounce across the yard. She turned quickly, locking the house and getting into her car to drive to church. *** "I don't understand how this happened! Everything has been fine since we moved in and suddenly Carlos leaves for a trip and the darn thing just fell right over!" Joey was looking at the piles of spilled books in amazement. It was a good thing that they didn't fall on top of Ava, surely she would've been hurt! He turned to look at her and his jaw dropped to the floor. She was now wearing a simple tube-top dress, short and black and clinging to every curve of her delicious body. His cock began twitching, his balls growing heavy with sperm. "Please forgive me, I covered up so your poor Mother wouldn't freak out but that dress was just so stuffy, ya know?!" "Yes ma'am, I understand." His face turned bright red and he suddenly remembered his orgasm in his shorts from earlier today. He turned and began shoving some books to the side so he could find a decent grip on the bookcase. Ava asked if he needed help lifting it and he told her no. Within seconds the bookcase was upright and against the wall as it was prior to Ava pulling it down. "Oh thank you!! It is so nice to have a set of muscles just next door in case something like this happens! When Carlos left and this fell I began to panic and wonder what I was going to do! I owe you big time! "No ma'am, it was nothing. I am glad I was here to help, we were on our way out so you were lucky to catch us in time!" Ava was staring at Joey, the erection in his pants now impossible to hide. She licked her lips as she sauntered over to him and placed her hand on his chest. She could feel his heart beating rapidly and she leaned in closely, her warm breath traveling across his neck as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him on his cheek. "Lucky indeed." She purred into his ear, her hand sliding down his chest to just mere inches above his throbbing cock. "Would you be a doll and help me put the books back, I would be a mess at church knowing I left a disaster at the house." She then turned and bent over in front of him, her dress riding up her thighs and flashing him a small but glorious view of her smooth and completely bare pussy. She wasn't wearing underwear and her pussy lips glistened with her arousal as she began picking up a few books to place back onto the shelves. Joey shifted, trying to move his cock over and down without catching her attention. He cleared his throat and moved around her, bending down to pick up a handful of books as well. They worked together, her body brushing against his several times as she moved past him to set the books up. She would pause and reach up to the tallest shelf to "re-adjust" the books up there, her dress sliding up to reveal her beautifully bubbled ass. Her top had managed to slip down as well, revealing the top halves of her tits, her nipples almost visible. After all of the books were back on the shelves, she walked up to him and placed a long nail under his chin, tilting his head up slightly. She ran her nails lightly down his neck and back over his muscular chest, circling his hard nipples as she said, "I forgot, the light bulb in my bedroom needs to be changed and I can't reach it, would you be a doll and change it for me? I'll go get us a drink while you are in there." She then backed away and turned to walk out, her dress now up and over her ass, gathered around her small waist.