11 comments/ 150817 views/ 10 favorites Home Repair By: Joeehartley As I walked in the door I heard my wife on the phone. I poured myself a cup of coffee and went out to my garage. My garage is my refuge. My hobbies are out there and I do most of my reading out there. It is my home inside my home. Sarah, my wife, came out after about fifteen minutes and said that Lori, her sister, needed my help. It seems that the bar in her closet had fallen down and her clothes were all over the floor. "Okay," I said. "I'll go over and see if I can fix it for her." Lori lived about a mile away. She was divorced and living alone for the first time. We were helping her in whatever way we could, me with minor home repairs and Sarah helping her to decorate her new place and getting her back into the single life. I had been beginning to resent all of the little repairs, at least two a week for the last six months, but she is my sister and I did like her. I grabbed some tools and walked towards my truck. "I'll be back soon, this shouldn't take long," I said to my wife as I stepped into the truck. "Take your time," she said, "dinner won't be ready for at least an hour and a half." What I didn't know driving over to Lori's was that she and my wife had been talking on the phone for the past two hours about how much Lori had been using me. Wives, it seems, if they really care about their husbands, can pick up on the subtle clues we leave that things really aren't that great sometimes. Sarah had told Lori that she had been taking advantage of me. She was giving nothing to encourage me to continue. Sarah had rejected the homemade pie idea saying that she needed to find some idea that would make me want to go over and see if she needed anything. My wife reminded her how I checked out her chest whenever she came over. We guys think that it will go unnoticed if we are quick and just don't stare. Well, they know, even though we try so hard to not get into trouble and try to be subtle or to stare from across the room. Sarah and Lori had hatched a plan where Lori would make sure that she was braless whenever I was going over there. She would also start wearing thin and skimpy tops. Not only that, but she would encourage me to stare and try to draw attention to her breasts. That, they concluded, would make me want to go over as often as I could. It was a good plan and I have been married long enough to know that we men are always manipulated by our women. As far as manipulations go, this was one of the better ones. One that I was doomed to fall for and to be happy about it. I knew none of this as I knocked on the door, announced myself and walked in. Lori met me in the hallway. She was definitely braless and wearing a light tank top with a low neckline. Her nipples were plainly visible and I stared for several seconds. She said, "Hi, Joe. I'm so glad that you could come over." She was smiling and I think that she was arching her back a little. Her breasts were lovely not too big, and perfectly shaped. I must have been gazing for a couple of more seconds before I lifted my eyes to her face. She was smiling broadly as I said, "No problem, I'm always willing to help you out. After all, you are my favorite sister!" She laughed and gave me a big hug, pressing her breasts to my chest. "I'm your only sister," she said. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and moved back. I had my tools in my hands so I couldn't hug her, and I wanted to. "So, lets see this little problem of yours," I said to her breasts. She turned to lead me down the hallway to her bedroom. I had never noticed her ass before, but tonight, for some reason, I could not take my eyes off of it. She was wearing a tight pair of shorts and the gentle sway had me hypnotized. She showed me the closet and I immediately saw that the brackets had broken. I took a couple of quick measurements and said that I had to go to the home improvement center and that I would be back in a few minutes. I also told her that this was an easy fix. When I got back twenty minutes later, she was in the bedroom. She had her clothes off of the floor and was sorting through them on the bed. She did have a really cute ass. "This is actually a good thing," she said. "I haven't looked at a lot of these in a long time. I have some really cute tops here, don't you think?" "I don't know. I'm not much into fashion - just ask Sarah," I laughed. "You know what you like," she said, facing me. Her chest was thrust out again and she had a sexy smile on her face with her hip pushed to the side. She looked so good right then that all I could say was, "I guess so." I turned to the closet and started to install the first bracket. She turned around and took off her top. I pinched my thumb with the bracket and said, "Shit!" She turned her head and I saw the side of her bare breast. She laughed and put on a different top. "What do you think of this?" she asked. She was wearing a light blue tank top that was much thinner than the one she had removed. I could clearly see her breasts. The neckline wasn't as low, but I had trouble taking my eyes off of her. I was developing a bulge in my pants and I focused on installing the first bracket before I turned all the way around and said, "I like that one; the color matches your eyes. I think it looks good on you. You should wear it more often." My eyes never left her breasts. "You think so?" she asked, cupping her breasts. "You don't think that it is too big?" and she pulled the sides so that it stretched tighter across her breasts. "No, I like it," I said. "Okay, what about this?" she said, turning around and removing the tank top. I just stared and, as she started to turn back around, I quickly got busy installing the second bracket. "What do you think of this one?" She asked. I said, "Just a second," as I finished installing the second bracket, mentally willing my bulge to go down. I finished installing the bracket and bent over to pick up the bar. She walked towards me and as I looked up all I could see was the bottom of her breasts. I stood up and noticed that she wore a short-sleeved shirt that was cut so that it just barely covered her nipples. I said, "That looks really good for club wear," when I could finally speak. "Yeah, you're right," she said as she turned back to the bed. She took off the club top and picked up another. She turned slightly towards me and I got a very good view of the side of her breast as she put on the next top. I didn't think fast enough to turn around before she did. I just stared at her. The bulge in my pants could not be controlled and was pointing right at her. "How about this?" she asked. What she was wearing could only be described as a man's "muscle shirt" with a very low neckline and armholes very low on the side of her body. The straps were all that covered her nipples. "Damn! Lori," I said, "that is hot, but I don't know where you can wear it and not get arrested." "I kinda like it," she said. "Maybe I'll just wear it around the house." I turned around and placed the bar on the new brackets and said, "See? All fixed. I told you that it wouldn't take long." I then noticed a board leaning against the back wall of her closet and asked, "What's this?" "Oh, that." She was standing right beside me so that I could look down at her cleavage. "I wanted to put up a shelf, but I haven't done it yet," she said. "I'll put it up for you tomorrow," I said. "Are you sure?" she asked. "You've done so much for me already." She was facing me, not more than six inches away, and I was staring again. "Sure, no problem," I said, "and that top does look really good on you." She threw her arms around me and said, "You are so good to me!" She pressed her lips to mine and my hands moved to the sides of her breasts. They were so warm and so bare. She pulled her face away from mine. My hands were still resting on her breasts. She placed her hands on my chest. Her top had shifted during the hug and her nipples were exposed. My eyes were glued to them as she said, "I'll see you tomorrow, then." "Good night," I said, releasing her breasts and gathering up my tools. I was looking forward to seeing her tomorrow instead of worrying that I would be wasting another Saturday fixing up her house instead of mine. Yes, we men can be manipulated and enjoy it. Home Repair The doorbell rang and she put down her coffee, tightened the belt on her robe, and walked in a little bit of a huff to answer it. She'd been expecting these contractors for three days, and only this morning, at 6:45 or so, had she reached one of them at home and been able to demand that they show up today or else. "What a pain contractors could be!" she thought, as she opened the door and stared at a very handsome older man possessed of blue eyes and a grey-brown bushy mustache. She caught her breath for a moment, looked up at him -- he stood a good five inches taller than she -- and then noticed the younger man who must be his assistant. "It's about ti . . .," she started to say, but before her words were out the voice of the older man had arrested her. "We're very sorry, ma'am, that we didn't get here before now. But we'll get right to work if you show us what you want done." There was nothing special about what he said, but his voice had a commanding edge to it, even in its softness, and the sound of it so tore through her that she was forced to look at his lips, his mouth, and his tanned but rugged face. She sucked in her breath, and that threw her breasts out a little, even under her robe. She thought she saw the young man start a bit, and then she noticed that the older man had held his gaze steady, at her eyes. "Well . . ., come into the kitchen," she said. She couldn't bring herself to berate the men for not showing up when they said they would. She had chewed out the older man on the phone this morning, and now, in front of him, she felt embarrassed. "Right up there," she pointed. "I want the track lighting to run from . . . there . . . to there." "Tom, run out to the truck and bring in the stepladder," the older man said. "Ma'am, we'll set a ladder up in here, and then you climb up and show us exactly where. We'll do this once, and we'll do it right." Nancy nodded, pulled her robe tighter about her, and felt silly, standing there in her slippers in front of this man. She took him in with her eyes: blue jeans, flannel shirt -- he might have been the Marlboro man. She hadn't been struck quite so suddenly in a long time. She noticed that the Marlboro man had caught her staring, and she turned her head away quickly. Tom walked in with the step ladder. "Where do you want this?" he asked. "Stand it right there," the Marlboro man said, reaching for it and spreading its legs. "Ma'am, you climb up here while I steady it, take this here pencil, and mark along the ceiling exactly where you want these." Nancy gulped and, feeling ridiculous, stepped onto the ladder. The ladder wobbled a little as she climbed up it slowly. She became conscious of her nakedness under the robe, of the older man's face just a few inches from her calves, and for a moment she forgot why she was up there. She began feeling a little dizzy, and the ladder shook some. "Ma'am? Are you all right?" the Marlboro man's voice called out, almost as if from a distance. She felt the ladder stabilize under her, realized he was holding the ladder steady, and for a moment, too, she imagined that his hands were grasping her calves. She raised her hand to her forehead and felt her perspiration beading there. "Yes," she breathed heavily, "I'm okay." She looked down at the older man, smiled and took another step up the ladder. She felt very exposed to him there, even though she doubted he could see anything. But her nakedness under her robe caused her to tingle, and she stepped with one foot to the highest rung, leaving her other foot a rung below. Her robe was parting a little, and she felt the Marlboro man's eyes boring through her robe at the backs of her calves. "Well, ma'am, where do you want it?" the Marlboro man asked. "In me," she thought, and then wondered if she'd said it aloud. She reached up, pointed and stretched, drawing a line with the pencil across the ceiling. As she penciled in the farthest part of the line, her robe fell open. Stretched out at the top of the ladder, she couldn't grab at it to close it without falling. She eased back, helplessly exposed to Tom, who had been facing her. "God, it's hot in here," she thought. When she had steadied herself on the ladder, and Tom had averted his eyes, she was too woozy to let go the ladder and belt her robe. So she just started down, back to the older man. But the open robe tripped her up, and she slipped. The Marlboro man caught her though there wasn't need. She regained her balance on the second rung, turned, her robe open, and said, "Thank you." "Ma'am. The pleasure is all mine," he smiled. "Here, you go sit down in the living room and I'll get your coffee from the table here." Dutifully, she obeyed, gathering her robe around her, enjoying following the Marlboro man's directions. "Tom," he said, "Go out to the truck and bring in the tools and lighting." I'm going to make sure Mrs. Decker here is okay." And with that he picked up her coffee and followed her into the living room, where Mrs. Decker stood, back to him. "You don't have to close up that robe, Mrs. Decker," he said. "I rather like the view. Turn around." Not knowing why she did it, except that she wanted to, she obeyed. Mrs. Decker was a lovely woman in her mid-forties. her breasts, obviously large but not overly so, were mostly covered by the terry robe. But her pussy was not. The robe parted right in the middle, and she felt very exposed to this man whom she had just scolded two hours earlier. "Open your robe so that I can see your breasts," the Marlboro man commanded. "Hold it back." Nancy complied, and her nipples stiffened and bumps appeared on her areolas. "Very nice, very nice," the Marlboro man said. "Tell me, do you enjoy giving me orders early in the morning? Or do you enjoy taking them?" "I don't k-k-know," Nancy stuttered. And it was the truth. She suddenly wanted to do whatever this man asked of her. And she hoped he would ask a lot. "Do you?!" he said, steadily insistent but still gently. The volume of his voice frightened her, and she began sobbing slightly. "I don't kn- kn- know!" she said, her voice out of control. Then her hands went to her face and sank to the floor on her knees. "Do with me what you want," she sobbed. "I will obey." Tom had arrived just in time to hear this. "Here, Tom. Hold her coffee." The Marlboro man knelt beside Nancy, pulled her robe down over her shoulders, and slid the terrycloth belt out of its loops. "Hold out your tits, as if you're proud of them," he whispered to her. "Show them to Tom." Nancy sniffled a little, threw her head back, and then, smiling broadly at Tom, held out her tits in both hands. Quickly the older man used the terry belt to tie two loops, one around each, and then ran the remainder of the belt up around her neck, tying it in front. "Sit right up on your knees, now," he said, his voice no longer a whisper. "Tom, bring that coffee over here." He took the mug from Tom, and then, as an afterthought, set it down. "Tom, get me that extension cord on the top of the toolbox." Tom handed him the extension cord, and he pulled Nancy's hands back to her ankles and bound them, one to each ankle. Her tits jutted out proudly now, tied tightly and hoisted up. Now the older man reached for the hot coffee mug and moved it very slowly toward her left nipple, placing his face in front of hers and staring at her directly. She could feel the heat from the coffee long before the coffee touched her tit. She was sweating now, and she was moist, too. It tickled her groin, the droplets of cooze running out of her pussy. She bent forward to lower her nipple into the mug. As the tip of her nipple touched the coffee she winced in expectation of the pain, but the pain didn't hit her until the older man suddenly raised the mug higher and the hot coffee seared her tit. It hurt, but she was turned on. She could feel her juices begin to flow and wanted to touch herself there, but she felt her hands bound behind her, to her ankles. She pulled up and away from the coffee mug. "Relax," the Marlboro man smiled. "Just sit still and look straight at me." So saying, he took the mug of coffee and moved it to her other tit, this time using his hand to press the end of her tit into the mug and hold it there. She started with the initial pain, and the felt herself relaxing, felt her thighs warm with her juice, felt her tit held in his hand, dipped into the searing coffee. "Tom," he said, "Bring the dropcloth, and spred it out o the living room floor here. And hand me one of our rags, too." Tom seemed used to listening to the Marlboro man's orders, and he bustled about, content in his nervousness over the situation to be ordered about as well. He spread the dropcloth out on the floor, then walked over with the rag and handed it to his boss. He stood alongside Mrs. Decker. "Tom, I'm going to put this coffee mug down. You hold Mrs. Decker's nipples between your fingers, roll them a bit while I put this blindfold on her. Smell her? She's enjoying this." Then he turned to the woman, bound on the floor before him. "Mrs. Decker? Spread your thighs a bit for Tom and me to smell your enjoyment." The Marlboro man reached to the insides of her knees and helped her spread her thighs apart. Then he stroked his hand up the inside of her thighs, flat and firm against them, but stopped before reaching her crotch. He walked behind Mrs. Decker while Tom knelt in front of her. Tom took her nipples between his fingers and began rolling them. Mrs. Decker moaned, loudly, her pleasure intense. The Marlboro man took the rag and tied it around Mrs. Decker's head, covering her eyes. "Is that tight enough?" he asked. "Yes," she replied, whereupon he gave an extra tug that elicited an "ouch" from Mrs. Decker. While Tom played with her nipples, the older man grasped the woman's shoulder's and pushed her sideways until she toppled over onto her right side. "Let's pick her up, Tom, and lay her on the dropcloth." "What are you going to do with me," Mrs. Decker asked nervously. The Marlboro man put his finger to his lips and cautioned Tom to remain silent. Mrs. Decker looked around nervously until she felt one man's hands grasping her ankles by the extension cord knots, and the other grasping her shoulders. They rolled her over until she was face down into the carpet. One man's hands remained on her ankles, but the other grasped her tits, and they lifted her up and carried her to the dropcloth. She felt helpless, her tits bound tightly and roped to her neck, her wrists tied back to her ankles. Her tits were beginning to feel sore, to ache. "Can you untie my breasts, please?" Mrs. Decker asked. She waited for a reply, heard none. A moment later she felt some hands loosening the belt around her neck and around her tits. The next minute she felt great relief as the pressure on her breasts was released. But a few seconds later she felt the rope around her neck. It was tied loosely and then her head was pulled back, her neck apparently lashed to her wrists and ankles. Her tits were now pressed into the dropcloth, her ass raised in the air, her head pulled up and back. "We're going to fix your plumbing with a pipe wrench handle to get things started, Mrs. Decker," she heard the older man say. She waited, not knowing what to anticipate. Suddenly she felt something cold poking between her pussy lips. She froze for a moment and then pushed back and felt the odd shape of the handle sliding up her long-wet cunt. God it felt good. She began to hump herself on it and realized she would cum in a matter of seconds. Suddenly it was withdrawn. "Please!" she cried. Put it in me. Fuck me with it!" Nancy didn't think she'd ever been this hot, this so wanting-to-be-fucked in her life. "Keep quiet," the Marlboro man ordered quietly. "Tom here is going to give you his cock to suck while I tighten these clamps around your tits one at a time. Tom, kneel here in front of her, unzip, and let her suck you off. Mrs. Decker-slut, you suck him off and take his cream down your throat, and we'll think about letting you cum. Just focus on sucking Tom's cock." Then the room grew quiet. Mrs Decker heard Tom moving in front of her, heard him unzipping, and then felt a cock at her lips. She opened her mouth and Tom slid his cock in. Gently at first, and then with increasing gusto, she began lathering and sucking the cock with her mouth, a cock she couldn't even see. After a minute or two of gobbling it and slurping it she felt the teeth of a clamp around her right tit. Slowly it began closing. She heard the metal scraping as the clamp was tightened. It really didn't feel too bad, except that the metal ends were cold on her tit. The clamp tightened. Mrs. Decker continued sucking, until she felt Tom beginning to thrust and heard him grown. She began slathering his cock faster and faster,wanting his cum so that she too could cum. She thought she might cum even without being touched. Suddenly she felt his first spurts shoot out. She continued to slide on and off his cock as he called out, "Oh, yes! Oh, god, yes!!" His groin pounded her nose and chin, his cock almost choked her, but she kept sucking, listening to the occasional sound of the metal tool tightening more on her tit. God, she thought, I'm going to cum! Tom continued to push his cock in and out of her face until he softened. She felt her tension building in her, and the older man noticed it, too. He wasn't about to let her cum yet. WHAP. She was knocked over by a board or something smacking her ass. Forward she went, into the dropcloth, scraping her chin along it. She wasn't going to cum now. She was too startled, and a little frightened. "Relax, ma'am" she heard the older man say, still in his soft but controlling voice. Now she felt hands at the back of her head loosening her blindfold. The Marlboro man said, "Here, I'm going to slip this down around you neck, like a loose scarf." The light temporarily blinded her, and she blinked a few times. "Sit up!" the Marlboro man commanded. Nancy wriggled on the dropcloth, using her shoulders and knees to comply. As she came to her knees, the felt the weight of the clamp hanging from her right tit, pleasuring her with the pain. She looked around, frightened by the situation and frightened, too, by the pleasure she was experiencing from it. Her cunt lips began to swell again. Now the Marlboro man stood in front of her. "Ma'am", he said, "I'm going to unzip my pants to let you suck on my cock and balls. Do the best job you know how." With that he lowered his pants to his ankles and stood in front of Nancy's face. "Tom," he commanded, "attach another clamp to this lady's left tit while she sucks me off. And ma'am, when I am about to cum, I want you to back off and suck my balls while I spurt on your face." Nancy was dripping from her cunt. She wanted to be fucked so badly, but she knew that she had best obey. And so she opened her mouth, still coated with some of Tom's cum and began slowly sliding it, wet and wide open, along the length of the Marlboro man's cock, taking it as far as she could into her throat until she felt her gag reflex. Then she backed off and used her tongue all around it as she slid back off. She repeated this, slowly, delicately, softly, trying to feel each delicate ridge of the hardened cock. She heard the clamp in Tom's hands before she felt its cold metal begin to tighten around her left tit. She decided to focus on the cock that she was now sucking deeper into her mouth, but as her mouth reach almost to the Marlboro man's balls the pain of the second clamp on her tit made her gasp slightly. She backed carefully off the cock, lapping its head with her tongue. Then Tom let go the clamp, and its weight jerked her tit downward. "Oh, God," she moaned. She could see in her lower line of vision the two clamps hanging from her tits, stretching them, elongating them until they looked almost unreal. She returned to the Marlboro man's cock, but he backed away. "I want you to suck Tom's cock until it is hard again. Then you may return to my cock." Nancy turned to Tom's cock, which was already stiffening again. She twisted her head sideways and used her tongue to lap his balls, which caused his cock to twitch and stiffen even more. "That's enough, ma'am," the Marlboro man said. "I'm going to untie your hands so that you can get on your hands and knees. Then Tom can fuck you up the asshole while you finish sucking me off." So saying, the Marlboro man knelt down and released the bonds around her wrists. Nancy immediately put her hands down in front of her and offered her ass in Tom's direction. The Marlboro man shuffled in front of her and again offered his cock to her mouth. Nancy resumed her blowjob with long and langourous strokes of her mouth up and down the blood red shaft. She felt Tom's hands parting the cheeks of her ass, and as she once again backed off the cock, she pushed her asshole back toward Tom, who presed the head of his cock between the cheeks of her ass. She felt its head press against her anal opening and pushed back harder against it, even as the Marlboro man moved his cock forward again into her mouth. Her asshole was so wet with her own cream from earlier that the head of Tom's cock popped into it quickly. She grunted, her mouth stuffed with cock, and she backed on her hands and knees into Tom's cock even more. The Marlboro man continued pumping her face, fucking it, with his cock, and eventually she got a rhythm going, moving forward onto his cock with her mouth as she backed off Tom's cock with her ass. She felt like a toy, bouncing back and forth in pleasure, being used for the pleasure of these two men, and as this though entered her mind she felt an orgasm begin to build deep within her. Her upper chest flushed, as did her cheeks and forehead. The Marlboro man sensed this, and his balls tightened as he stuffed his cock down her throat. Now Tom pushed his cock hard into her ass, and Nancy felt herself being squeezed by the cocks, pushing at each of her ends. The orgasm built . . . and built, and suddenly she began bucking uncontrollably. Her nervous energy caused her to shake all over, and the men, seeing this, became so aroused that they began spurting their loads into her -- white cum flooding her anus and her mouth as she writhed on the floor, a wanton slut. Home Repair Ch. 02 I got home and took my tools out of the truck, stored them in the garage, and walked into the kitchen. I was humming a happy tune and in a better mood than I had been in for a long time. My wife was on the phone. She saw me and said, "Hi, dear, dinner will be on the table in just a few minutes. Why don't you go wash up?" "Okay," I said and went off to the bathroom. When I came back, Sarah was placing one of my favorite dinners on the table. "Wow," I said, "what did I do to deserve this?" "You have been so nice to my sister that I just thought that you might like stir-fry tonight." "You know that I love it, but it's so much work that I normally have to do all the chopping before you'll make it," I laughed. "I was talking to Lori today and I told her that she was using you a lot recently and that she really should do something for you," my wife said. "Oh, that's not necessary, I enjoy helping her out," I said. "Still, she is using a lot of your time when you could be doing other things. She wants to repay you somehow. What would you like?" my wife asked. "Oh, I don't know. How about having us over for dinner, so you don't have to cook. Maybe she could make that pie that I like so much," I said. "Well, I'm going to call her back after dinner and we'll see if we can't come up with something," she was grinning. "She said that you did a great job on her closet and it is much stronger now. She said that you were very helpful in picking out her clothes and that you have a great fashion sense." She was now smiling. "I just told her what I liked. She was trying on a bunch of clothes that she hadn't worn in a while," I said. "She said that you were helpful in picking out something that she could wear to the clubs, and that you told her that her favorite shirt shouldn't be worn outside the house." My wife laughed. "Yeah, it was like my favorite that I won't let you throw away," I laughed nervously. "That was nice of you not to tell her to throw it out. We all need our favorites. The clothes that only our closest friends can see us in," my wife said, smiling. "I'm going back tomorrow to put up a shelf for her," I said, trying to change the subject. "She told me that you offered. That was very generous of you." She got up and kissed me. "I'm going to call her back right now. She owes you big time and so do I," she said with a naughty grin. I didn't know what was going on. I stacked the dishes and went out to the garage with my after dinner coffee. I would wash the dishes later; right now I needed to think. Lori had obviously told Sarah about her changing clothes in front of me. Had I misread Lori's intent? Was it all so innocent? My wife seemed okay with it and even encouraging. Was it not as erotic as it seemed to me? My cock was rising remembering my hands on her breasts. Did she tell Sarah about that? I didn't try to hide anything from my wife, well, except my thoughts, that is. Lori was so hot. I had to stop thinking about her before my wife saw me in this state. I'd do some scroll saw work. That would take my mind off of Lori and her body. I set up the saw and started to work. I finished after a couple of hours and looked at my work. I had scrolled a naked woman lying on a bed. "Well that helped a lot," I said to myself. I went back into the house to wash the dishes. My wife was still on the phone, laughing. Sarah got off the phone as I finished the dishes and came up to me. She threw her arms around me and said, "I have the best husband in the world!" I didn't know what was going on, but I wasn't about to question it now. I kissed her back and said, "No, I'm the luckiest husband in the world to have such a loving wife." "Lori said that you don't need to come over early. She said that you should sleep in and come over at 9:00. She'll have coffee for you and she'll make breakfast, if you want it," my wife said as she led me back to our bedroom. I can't remember a night like that since our honeymoon. She was all over me, and doing things that she hadn't done for years. She even got me up for a second go, something that hadn't happened in 20 years. I was one exhausted and happy camper the next morning. I was glad to sleep in until 8:30. "Morning, sexy!" I said as I walked into the kitchen. "Did you get enough sleep?" Sarah asked. "I know that I kept you up late last night." "You kept me up, alright," I said, laughing. "Well, that was just so much fun. I love you," she said. "I love you, too, you little minx." "Do you want to take a shower before you go over to Lori's?" she asked. "Yeah, I need one after last night, but right now I would like some coffee. What time is it?" "It's only 8:30. You have plenty of time," she said, handing me a cup I showered and hit the road with my tools at 8:45. I went around to the back, knocked and walked in. "Hi, Lori," I said. She was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a sheer nightie. I could see her breasts clearly and the tiny panties that she was wearing. "Hi, Joe," she said, getting up. She put her arms around me and gave me a kiss, this time with a hint of tongue. I got instantly hard, even after last night. My hands were full of tools and I couldn't remember why. She pulled away and asked if I wanted a cup of coffee. "I just had a cup," I said. "Maybe after I put up your shelf." "I'll make breakfast for you after you're done," she said, leading me back to the bedroom. Those tiny panties, that I had noticed, were, in fact, a thong and that ass could lead me anywhere. "I hope you don't mind if I take a shower while you're working," she said. "I just got up and when I noticed the time I thought that I would just wait a while." "Sure, no problem," I said as I set my tools down and started to look at the shelving parts that she had. "This shouldn't take long. I'll be done before you finish your shower." "Don't leave, I want to make breakfast for you," she said, stripping off her nightie and thong. She walked into the bathroom without closing the door. I was trying so hard not to stare, but my cock was rock hard and she had a great body. Something was going on, I thought, between my wife and Lori. I couldn't imagine Sarah encouraging Lori to flaunt her body at me and yet she did seem to know what went on last night. They do share everything. They are sisters and I've heard them talk in such a way to make sailors blush. They talk about men a lot and about how to seduce them. No way was Lori trying to seduce me, and no way would my wife encourage it. I distracted myself by putting up the shelf. It took ten minutes. "All done," I yelled to the bathroom. "That was fast!" came the reply. "I told you that it wouldn't take long," I said, putting away my tools. "Joe?" she said. "Could you hand me a towel?" I didn't answer. There she was, naked, in the shower, asking me to get her a towel. What the hell was going on? I was so hard I could barely stand it. "Joe?" "Yes?" "Would you please hand me a towel? I don't want to drip water all over the floor." "Okay," I said and entered the open door. I averted my eyes as I handed her the towel. My mind was moving so fast that I couldn't think. "Look at her; no, don't." She pulled back the shower curtain and took the towel as I started to leave. "Joe, what would you like for breakfast?" Sarah said that you like omelets and don't get them very often." I said, still averting my eyes, "Yes, I love omelets, but I don't have time to make them for myself very often." "Okay, just a second and I'll make you one. Could you hand me my bathrobe, hanging on the back of the door?" This bathrobe looked like a small shirt with a tie. I grabbed it and thrust it back to her with my back still towards her. I wanted to look at her naked body so bad that I could barely walk as I went to the kitchen. I poured us both a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I could feel the heat in my face and the pressure in my pants. She came out wearing that shirt robe loosely tied. I could see down to her navel; her nipples were covered, but that only made her appear more erotic. My palms were starting to sweat. "Thanks for the coffee," she said. "One omelet, coming up," she added as she picked up her coffee and went to the stove. The omelet looked great: cheese, onions, bell peppers, and tomatoes. I took a bite as she sat down next to me. Her robe was now more open and, as she crossed her legs, it fell completely open. The tie was tied, but the robe was off her legs. I stared at her for several seconds. She had to ask me twice if I wanted a refill. She uncrossed her legs; she was completely shaved. She refilled my coffee and sat back down. She was talking about the dinner that she was planning for Sarah and me. I'm not sure that I heard anything that she was saying until she said, "I'm so comfortable with you Joe; you are my best friend." "I can tell," I said, eyeing her body up and down. She widened her legs and arched her back. "Joe, Sarah told me that you were a nudist. This doesn't bother you does it?" "This is different." "Why? Do I have a bad body?" "No, not at all. This just seems more sexual." "Is that a problem?" she asked, standing. "It might be for Sarah," I said, staring at her crotch. "She suggested it," she said, pulling me out of my chair and kissing me deeply. Her words did not register as my hands found her breasts. My prick was pressed against her body and my thoughts were only that I had on too many clothes. We broke the kiss after a minute and I said, "Really?" "Yes, and the next time you come over, why don't you get naked as well? I'm sure that bulge in your pants can't feel all that good, being restricted and all. I want us both naked so that we can tease and play with other other's bodies." "That sounds so inviting, but I have to talk to Sarah. I've got to go now." I grabbed my tools and left. Out in the truck, I couldn't get the vision of her body out of my mind. I needed to think. Should I tell Sarah and find out that Lori was lying, or just ignore it and keep going back to that beautiful body? Sarah would not have encouraged this. I should tell Sarah, then she would be mad at her sister and I wouldn't see her again, at least not alone. I love my wife and I have never cheated. Was this cheating? I didn't do anything - well, not much. I didn't lie to my wife. But now I had to tell her that Lori was trying to seduce me. So much for that "Best Husband" award. Sarah would hate me and blame me for what Lori did. Maybe I had flirted too much. When I got home, Sarah was on the phone. I heard her say, "He's home now. I'll talk to you later." She hung up the phone and said, "So, how did it go?" She was smiling. "Sarah, I have to tell you something about your sister," I said seriously. "Yes?" she said, still smiling. "When I got there, Lori was wearing a sheer nightie." I was very serious and looking into her eyes. "So, what's wrong with that?" She had a twinkle in her eye. "She took a shower while I was there and asked me to come into the bathroom and get her a towel." Why wasn't my wife upset? I wasn't explaining this well enough. My wife should be getting mad. "So?" she said with a wide grin on her face. "She was almost nude when she made breakfast and she kissed me!" I almost screamed. My wife was now laughing. "You are the world's most perfect husband," she said, putting her arms around me and kissing me. I was confused. Home Repair Ch. 03 Final My wife put her hands around me and kissed me. This was wrong, so very wrong. My wife should not be kissing me. I've done something wrong. My wife should be yelling at me, asking for a divorce or something, not kissing me. I don't know what I did wrong, but whenever in the past that I found myself in a situation even close to this, she was mad. Why not now? My wife pulled away from me, laughing. "You are tense and afraid, aren't you?" she said. "Don't worry about it. I know what has been going on and, as a matter of fact, Lori and I set it up." "But why?" I said. Shut up you fool, this is a good thing and you don't need to understand, just enjoy! I thought. I didn't hear what my wife said. "Lori wants me to be naked with her, and for us to play with each other's bodies," I said. "You should. That sounds like fun for you, and you've been working so hard," Sarah said. I went into the garage. The world had turned upside down. My wife, the one that calls me a "pig" when I look at another woman, the one that says I'm just a "typical man"--when did the word "man" become so negative? This woman, whom I love and adore, just told me to go play with her sister's naked body. My cock was rebelling against my mind saying, "Don't question a good thing," but my mind was winning. I had to know what was going on. Was this some elaborate tease? My wife had never lied to me--well, she lies to me all of the time, but never about anything like this. She was telling me that it's okay to make out with her sister. I stayed in the garage for three hours pondering. I came back into the house and told my wife, "Okay, I don't understand it, but okay. When does Lori want me to come back over?" "She doesn't have any more projects right now," she said, smiling. "I'm so glad that you help her out and this is the least that she and I can do for you." I busied myself around the house for the rest of the day and weekend. The sex was better each night. I got home Monday night and Sarah was on the phone, but immediately hung up. I asked if Lori needed me to do anything for her. My wife said no. It seemed as if we had turned a corner in our sex life. It was better than it had been in several years. This pattern repeated itself all week; no, Lori didn't need me today, followed by great sex. Thursday night, when I came home, I overheard her on the phone saying, "Yes, he is dying to come over." She noticed me and quickly went to the bedroom and out of earshot. When she came back out she said, "Lori wants us to come over tomorrow night for dinner and she is making that pie for you." Friday night after I got home, I took a shower and dressed. My wife was ready and we went over to Lori's. It was a marvelous dinner and dessert. Over coffee Sarah said to me, "We are sorry to have put you through so much hell this last week, but Lori and I had to work out a lot of details. Lori is lonely and needs a lot of help around the house. You are attracted to her and I love you both so much," she went on and on. I was getting lost just trying to follow what she was saying until she finally took a breath. I said, "So you want to share me with your sister?" "No," she said, "you can do what you want. I don't own you and I can't give you away. It's just that Lori is so lonely and she likes you and me and we like her..." She was going on and on again. Every once in a while Lori would add a comment that did more to confuse me even more. It seemed that they understood each other and all of the details and reasons were just confusing to me. The bottom line, as I understood it after an hour and a half of discussion, is that if I'm agreeable, I would come over to Lori's after work on Fridays, spend the night, and not come back to my house until Saturday late afternoon or evening. I was allowed to do whatever I wanted as long as I took care of the household repairs. I would sleep in her bed and "keep her company." I voiced this understanding and they both nodded, but said that there was so much more, and started to go on again about how much we all loved each other and that we wanted to meet each other's needs. I felt that I understood enough, so I interrupted them by saying, "So when will this start?" Sarah said, "Tonight if you want. You can take me home and grab a change of clothes, then come back here. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon." They were both looking at me with anticipation, not saying a word. I looked from one to the other and finally said, "Okay." They both jumped up to kiss me. "We were so afraid that you would think that this is weird and that we were using you!" Lori said. "I'm okay with it now that I understand," I said. Sarah and I got into the truck and, on the way home, she told me how much she loved me over and over again. I said, "You will have to tell me if you change your mind about this." "I won't." "But, if you do?" "I will tell you. I love you so much!" We got home and I grabbed a change of clothes. My wife gave me a big hug and a very passionate kiss. "I want you in the mood," she said. I drove back. When I walked in, Lori had changed into a nightie, not the sheer one that she had worn last week, but it was short. She was cleaning up after our dinner. I said, "Let me help you with that," as I picked up some of the dishes. She put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. My cock rose immediately and pressed into her. She smiled and said, "Would you like to watch a movie?" "A movie would be great. Do you have any more wine?" "I thought that I had scared you off last Saturday." "Well, you did. You have a great body, Lori, and I've wanted to see you naked for a long time. I was unprepared for what happened last Saturday, but I did enjoy it. Is it okay with you if we go a little slow? We do have all night." I said. "Let's get comfortable and watch a movie together. I'll get the wine." I looked up at her and said, "Last Saturday you said something about being nude together." She smiled. "Yeah, I did." She gave me a quick kiss and went to get the wine as her nightie was floating to the floor. I stripped and started the movie. She came back nude with the wine. My dick stood up seeing her walk toward me. A sway in her hips and the gentle bounce of her breasts--I could watch her all day long. I took the wine from her, opened it, and poured us both a glass. She put both of her hands on my chest. I bent over to get the wine glass as she stroked my ass. I handed her a glass while she found my cock. "I've wanted to touch you for so long," she said. I started to caress her breasts, "Same here." "I don't want to rush, either. Let's just watch the movie in each other's arms." "I'd like that as long as I can put my hands where I want," I said, lowering my hands to her shaved pussy. "By all means," she responded as she gave my cock a squeeze. We sat on the couch cuddled up against each other, gently caressing each other's sex, and watched the movie. I would occasionally lean over to kiss or suck on her nipple, and she would do the same. We kissed when the movie got boring, then we'd back off. We kept it slow and tender for an hour and a half. We were both very warm. She was wet, as she had been since we started, and I was hard, although I hadn't been for the entire time. As the movie ended she said, "I've been having mini-orgasms for the past hour." She leaned over to take my cock into her mouth. This was not the typical blowjob. It was more like a gentle caress with her tongue and mouth. She tongued the underside, then around the head slowly before taking me into her mouth and slowly withdrawing, only to start over. "Do you want to go to bed?" she asked, looking up. Once we got into the bedroom, I started to lick her thigh up and up, with a slow, long lick up her cleft, only to go back down her other thigh. I was teasing her the way she had teased me. We'd had an hour and a half of foreplay and it wasn't enough. I licked her several more times before I found and circled her clitoris. I was plunging my tongue deep in her channel when she came. The night was filled with different positions. We tried everything that either one of us had ever heard of, laughing when we fell on the floor. We fell asleep exhausted. The next morning I walked into the kitchen naked and saw her bent over with her back to me. I walked up behind her to put my arms around her. When she pushed her butt back against me I entered her for quickie morning sex from behind. This was even before coffee. I finished off the rest of the morning doing odd jobs around the house interspersed with quick erotic breaks you keep my strength up she said. Lunch was something special; it was to be nude. I quickly stripped off my clothes and sat on the chair that she directed me to. I watched as she did a slow strip in front of me. My cock raged when she asked if I had ever had a naked lap dance for lunch. She climbed onto my lap before I could answer. "Tell me about the projects that you are going to do to my house?" she asked. "Well, your front door sticks a little..." She lowered her body dragging her breast against my chest. Her tongue traced a line down my chest. Her tongue reached my cock and moved along the top until, as soon as she reached the crown, she stopped and looked up at me. "What are you going to do to my front door?" "Ah...I'm going to take if off of the hinges and..." She engulfed my cock. Then withdrew and licked the underside. She took my balls into her mouth for a quick pull before starting the upward progression again. She settled with the head of my cock resting against her clit. "And then?" she asked. "What?" I said, "Oh yeah, I'll plane down the high points and I'll..." She started to rock back and forth, using my cock to masturbate herself. I could hardly breathe when she said. "Touch my breasts." I gripped her breasts tightly and pinched her nipples as she came and collapsed onto me She recovered and asked. "Do you want dessert?" I could only nod as my cock entered her. She pounded furiously until we both sank back into the chair. We lounged around for the rest of the afternoon, neither one of us wanting to do more that play with other. I left as the sun began to sink saying that I'll be back to fix that door if you promise me lunch again. She laughed saying, "it's a deal." I kissed her goodbye as she said, "See you next Friday!" I said, "Count on it!" laughing. On the way home, I thought that I didn't know how long this could last, but I intended to enjoy every minute of it. Home Repairs *Click* Whirrrr....whirrrr. That was the sound of me getting to my game late. "Every damned time," muttered Sharon, dropping her head to the steering wheel. Her auburn hair fell forward, creating a drape to hide her face from me. "Let me take a look," I said with a smile. "Pop the hood." I opened the door and as I walked around to the front I heard the latch release with a THUNK, causing the hood of the old Nissan Sentra to hover above the front quarter panels. The silver paint was now a faded gray and this little car had been dinged up quite a bit over the years. "Just as I thought," I called out with a smile, leaning out from behind the hood to see my aunt Sharon stepping out of the driver's side. "Can I take a look at Tony's tools?" "Of course." She reached in and pressed the remote control on the sun visor, causing the garage door to open behind me. I ducked under the door as it opened, thankful that Tony had kept his tool cabinet so organized. The garage floor was painted with a gray epoxy and the diamond-plate rolling cabinets stored his tools in an organized fashion, each drawer being lined with rubber mats. Even the shelves were organized by need: automotive (oils and other fluids, cleaning supplies, etc), lawn maintenance, home care, paints and stains, and power tools. In the corner he had the weed trimmer and leaf blower hanging up over a rack that stood his garden tools on end. Walking to the rolling cabinet, I found what I needed in the second drawer I opened. I turned to Sharon with a smile. "Voila," I said, my hand extended, holding a battery terminal brush. "What's that?" she asked, walking beside me back to the car. I separated it and showed her the two brushes inside. "This one," I said, "is for the posts on the battery, and this one is for the terminals. See this?" I asked, pointing to the battery. "Eww." "Yeah, that's just corrosion. Batteries get corroded sometimes, but it's a quick fix. That white stuff, the corrosion, keeps the lead on the posts from making good contact with the terminals," I explained, pointing to the red and black wires connected to the battery. "We can clean those off and the contact should be good again. Here," I said, handing her the post brush. "Slide this handled down over the post and twist it for about fifteen seconds on each one while I clean the terminals." Less than a minute later, the Sentra started up without a problem and Sharon squealed and stomped her feet in the floorboard. I smiled as I walked back into the garage to put the brush back where it belonged. As soon as I cleared the door, it began to lower again. As soon as my car door was closed, Sharon reached over and kissed me on the cheek joyfully. "Thank you so much, Jason." Her smile turned to a frown as she sat back up. "I'm sorry I've made you late to your game," she said, shifting into reverse. "Don't worry about," I smiled. "I'll just let the guys know. I should still be okay." I sent a text to the team. "Car trouble. B there asap." Each team member responded within a couple of minutes, each one a variation of "K," a simple acknowledgement. My name is Jason. I'm nineteen and just finished my freshman year in college. I live with my mom, Tracy. My parents divorced shortly after I was born apparently. I never knew my father. To hear Tony talk about him, I didn't miss anything by not knowing him. Mom raised me on her own, not even getting alimony or child support. Fortunately she's smart and pretty and has done pretty well in real estate. We're not rich by any means, but she pays the bills and is able to pay for my local community college education as I get my core classes out of the way. After that, she says, we'll figure out something. Real estate works a lot on weekends: open houses, showing people their options, and all that stuff. Because she works on weekends so much, she hasn't been able to come to Sunday games. Sand soccer. My friends from the college team (it's a good school with a good team, but we're non-scholarship) and I formed a sand team for summer games of 6-on-6. It keeps us in shape and allows us to have a good time without any pressure on us to win. We all love it. Since mom can't come to my games usually, Aunt Sharon has made that her thing. "Someone needs to be there to cheer you on," she said. "Besides, what else am I going to do on a Sunday?" She bumped me with her shoulder after she said that, while we were sitting side by side on the front porch swing at Mom's and my house. I had just made mention of the league and mom's exasperated response that she wouldn't be able to make it with her schedule. Aunt Sharon's schedule is a little more flexible. Okay, it's a lot more flexible. She's self-employed, but not rich. In fact, most of the time money is tight. She has a small online business that brings in just enough to pay her bills, plus a little extra. Her business is buying and selling stuff online. Garage sales, E-bay, Craigslist, pawn shops, all that stuff. She's good at it, too. She buys stuff, cleans it up and maybe repaints it or something if needed, and sells it for a reasonable profit. She looks great for thirty-one. She married young, something that she doesn't necessarily regret, judging by the shrug I get when I ask about it on occasion. She married my Uncle Tony when she was my age, but he was twenty-two. Tony and Sharon were married for eleven years, but for four of those he was deployed. He did five tours in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, and Bahrain. As a US Marine, he worked security and infiltration, depending on the orders. He was never hit with an IED or a single bullet, but instead took a fatal fall during a training exercise in Norfolk, Virginia two years ago. Do you believe that shit? He loved active duty and wouldn't have wanted to die any other way than in serving his country. Tony was mom's younger brother. Nine years younger. He was obviously unexpected, but my grandparents loved him deeply, and mom got to care for him a lot while he was growing up, but she didn't mind most of the time. So Aunt Sharon received death benefits, which were pretty meager, so she keeps them for a rainy day, dipping in occasionally as needed, but she tries not to be dependent on them. As a result, there are several things in her home that have not been maintained very well. After a 3-1 loss, I was hot, tired, sticky, and peppered in sand, but not discouraged. Sand soccer didn't discourage me because it didn't matter. There were no scouts or schools to show off for and no titles on the line. "I'm sorry you didn't win," said Sharon, sliding her hand through the crook in my elbow, "But you did great! You're so fast!" "Thanks," I said. "It was fun." "Tell you what. We'll get you cleaned up and I'll take you out for barbecue." "Sure, thanks!" I smiled. I knew she was taking me to Tender Fork, a small local barbecue joint that Tony had introduced us to, and we all immediately loved it. Sharon took a deep breath as she put the key in the ignition, giving me a sideways glare before crooking her face up in an anxious/nervous expression as she turned the key. The little Sentra lit right up, causing Sharon to squeal. I just smiled at her. I didn't tell her about the half-time chatter from the guys, all ribbing me about my hot aunt. "Damn, Jase, you're aunt's looking especially hot today!" "Yeah, man. If she ever has car trouble again, give me a call; I'll be happy to give her a ride!" "Shut up," I laughed, punching Russ in the arm. "That's my aunt, dude." "I'm just sayin'." "You guys are dicks," I laughed, shaking my head. Notice how I didn't deny what they said. They weren't wrong. Aunt Sharon is beautiful. She's tone from pilates, yoga, running, and weight lifting, using the dumb bell set Tony had in the spare bedroom, where he had converted it to a small workout studio. He did a lot of bodyweight exercises and taught them to Sharon as they exercised together while he was home. She had a modest tan, with light freckling on her cheeks and nose, and she wore her auburn hair long and full, coming to about her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a sparkling green and expressive, straddling a triangular nose. Sharon's lips were kind of thin and naturally deep pink and her jaw line was narrow, her chin gently rounded. Because she was fit, her arms and legs had gentle tone to them and her ass, as Tony joked, was like his Marine haircut: high and tight. She had slapped his arm with a giggle on more than one occasion when he told people that. She had rounded hamstrings and gently rounded thighs, with high calves. Under her shirts I often admired her modest, but full, round breasts. They were a nice size on her small frame, not small by any means, but not obscenely huge either. They looked nice. As soon as we saw the house, I noticed my mom's car in the driveway. I was surprised to see her at home, but not upset by any means. "Hi, mom," I smiled as I walked up to her. "Hey, hon," she said, barely looking up from her laptop, surrounded by papers. I kissed her on the cheek, with her patting mine before I stood back up. "How was the game?" "It was okay," I said. "We lost by two. Aunt Sharon's taking me to Tender Fork for dinner. Want to go?" I asked. "I don't think I can, baby. I'm covered up over here." "It's my treat," Sharon offered with a smile. "You have to eat, right?" "I really can't go out right now. I appreciate it, though." "Okay," I said, shrugging. Sharon looked at me with a frown and mouthed "Sorry." I just smiled a little as I turned to go clean up. To say I wasn't disappointed would be a lie. I loved my mom very much and I knew she loved me, but we just didn't get to see each other very much. Her business was one that required her to be available, and she had two choices: either spend the time she wanted to, with me and miss out on providing for us; or take the opportunities at work so we could eat, but miss chances for our time together. I understood; it couldn't be easy for her. After a short shower, I opened the door to hear hushed voices from down the hall. "...Needs you, Trace." "I know he does, but I'm trying to provide for our family." "I get that. I'm not expecting extravagance. I just think it would mean a lot to him if you would take little snippets of time to connect with him," Sharon said. "I'm doing the best I can, Sharon," mom huffed. "I just don't see it. I know you work hard to take care of your family. No one's doubting that. But you're his mother, and you're the only one he has." "Tell you what!" snapped mom. "When you have kids you can give me input on raising mine." My stomach dropped and my eyes went wide. No one said anything for a moment, but I could imagine the look on Sharon's face. "Oh, my god," mom whispered. "Sharon, I'm so—" "Not fair, Tracy" Sharon was understandably upset, her voice strong but quivering. "You know I can't—" "I know, I know," mom said frantically. I heard her chair scrape harshly across the kitchen floor. A moment later, someone's sobs were being muffled by something and the other woman was quietly saying, "Shhhh." I peeked around the corner, still in my towel and my suspicions were confirmed. Sharon's face was buried in mom's neck, who was cradling her head and stroking her hair. Mom's face was red with tears rolling down her fair-skinned cheeks. She tried to console Sharon. "Shhh. It's okay," she would repeat on occasion. After a few minutes, when Sharon seemed calmer, she pulled away, her head still down as she wiped at her face. "Sharon," mom began quietly, "I am so, so sorry I said that to you. I had no right to say that, and I'm so ashamed of myself. Please forgive me," she pleaded, her hands on Sharon's shoulders. Sharon nodded before looking up. "Of course I forgive you. I love you. I know you didn't mean anything by that, but I know I crossed a line in telling you how to be a mother. That wasn't my intention at all." "No, you're right. I should be spending more time with Jason. I'm just having trouble finding a balance, you know? And in this economy with the housing market the way it is... I'm just scared of missing any opportunity, you know?" "I know." She took mom's hand in hers. "Look at me." Mom lifted her head, which had been hanging, and looked Sharon in the eye. "You're an amazing mother. Tony always bragged about you and I've always hoped I could be half the mother you are. I look at Jason and see an amazing young man, and that's because of his mother." She smiled and nodded, as if trying to convince my mother it was true. And it was true. Mom smiled a little and barely nodded. "Thank you for saying that," she said quietly. "I don't feel like a very good mother sometimes." "Well, you are." She leaned in and kissed Mom on the cheek before heading toward the bathroom, probably to clean up. Mom turned and walked to her chair again and I figured I should probably get dressed. A couple minutes later I was in my soccer shorts and t-shirt, and rounded the corner to see Aunt Sharon still in her faded green baby doll t-shirt and super short denim shorts. She hopped up off the couch, saying, "There he is. You hungry?" "Starved," I said with a smile. Sharon turned to mom. "You want us to bring you back something?" Mom looked like she was thinking for a moment before turning toward us and asking, "Is it still okay if I come with you? I could really use a break." Sharon smiled. "Cool," I said, smiling. "The more the merrier," said Sharon, smiling at mom. I saw mom smile back and give a little wink at Sharon. "But please," laughed mom, "Let's take my car." "Good idea," Sharon snickered. "So tell me," asked mom as she picked up her purse and walked toward us. "How did this team beat you by two points?" Dinner was great, as always and having mom there improved my mood a lot. She and Sharon laughed and talked and the three of us were able to joke like we haven't in a long time. The last couple of years have been rough in a lot of ways and I think we had each settled into our own routines. This was a nice break. On the way home, Sharon said, "Jason, I really appreciate you fixing my car this afternoon. I have a few other things around the house that I could use your help with. What do you think? Care to help out your old aunt?" "Sure, I can do that. What kind of stuff are you looking at?" "I don't know. Flickering lights, running toilets, stuff like that." "I'll be happy to take a look." "That's sweet of you, honey," mom sighed. "It's nothing," I shrugged. "Can you come over tomorrow?" asked Aunt Sharon. "Sure. I'll come over in the morning and look around. We'll talk about what you need when I get there." "Looking forward to it," Sharon smiled. I arrived at Aunt Sharon's a little before 10. I knew she liked to work out first thing and I didn't want to interrupt her routine. She answered the door with her hair in a ponytail, and she had a fine sheen of sweat on her. She was wearing a multicolored fitted lycra tank, and tiny black lycra shorts. "Hi," she smiled, stepping aside to let me in. "Hey. Let me guess. Yoga." "Pilates today," she winked with a smile. "Oh, well," I shrugged. "Maybe one day I'll be right." "Maybe. So what's on for today?" "I just need you to show me around to the things that aren't working right. Then we can go get some things and you can help me fix them." "Me? Help?" "Sure. You know the saying, 'Teach a man to fish...?" "I don't know if I can do this stuff. Tony always took care of it." "And I'm sure he loved doing it, and I certainly don't mind coming over whenever you need, but it's good to know you can handle minor repairs yourself if you need to, right?" She shrugged. "I guess so." "That's all I'm doing. So show me what's up. Anything in the kitchen?" She showed me a couple of sticking drawers and loose hinges and handles, all easy fixes. Room by room we went and checked things off. All three toilets needed work, the kitchen faucet leaked, some outlets didn't work, the hallway creaked, one of the door knobs didn't lock anymore, and a few other things. Everything would be pretty simple, but we would definitely need some materials. By the time we finished a starter list it was almost 11:30. "What do you say you clean up and we'll get some lunch before heading over to the store?" "Okay. How much are we talking about spending?" she asked nervously. "Not more than a couple hundred dollars." "Really?" "Yeah. The small stuff can be an irritation and with most of them being easy to fix, it won't cost much; it's just a matter of time and effort." She asked more questions on the way to the store, and I caught myself looking at her legs again for a lot of the day: the drive over and back, walking through the home improvement store (and watching her ass sway when she walked ahead of me or walked away to pick up another item), and when we worked on projects back at her house. Thanks to Tony's vast tool collection, Sharon didn't need to pick up any new ones. Once we got back to her house I grabbed my backpack out of the floorboard of my beat up S-10 and caught up with her at the porch. We both carried a couple of bags from the store and as we set our bags on the kitchen bar, I set my backpack on it as well. "I have a surprise for you," I said. "Oooh, a surprise!" she exclaimed. "Don't get too excited. It's just a few things to help us out." I opened a folder and showed her some papers. I had spent a couple of hours creating some things to help her with basic home maintenance. I had made a map of her home, marking things like the breaker panel, smoke detectors, water main and gas shutoff valve. I listed things to check and to do when she encountered an emergency like a water leak or gas fire, to minimize damage while she awaited my arrival or the arrival of a repairman, and I listed some good sites to visit for quick repair tips. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek again, telling me how thoughtful I was, and of course I was totally cool with getting a hug and kiss from Aunt Sharon. "Tony would never have done this," she beamed. "He thought that home maintenance was his job, not mine." "Well, I'm not Tony," I said with a smile. "No, you're not," she winked. After a couple of hours, mom texted me, telling me she was on her way home. I told Sharon I needed to go so I could make dinner for mom. "Will you come back tomorrow?" she asked, hopeful. "Let me see what mom needs from me at home. I'll let you know either way." Mom arrived home just as I was pulling a turkey tenderloin from the oven. "Wow, that smells wonderful," she beamed. "Thanks," I smiled. "I thought you might like it. I'm finishing up the mashed potatoes and I'm putting the rolls in to warm up. And we're having green beans." With a kiss on the cheek and a side hug, she thanked me again. "I love you so much, baby. Thank you for taking care of me." "Of course." "Let me go change. I'm in for the night." When she came out a few minutes later, I was piling food on our plates. She carried them to the table and poured us some tea while I gathered the flatware and settled in at my seat. "So you were at Sharon's today?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am. She has a few things around the house that need to be fixed. We got some things to take care of it today, but I'll need to go back tomorrow to finish up. I think I'm going to talk to her about teaching her a little about cars and lawn care as well," I said. "Don't make yourself a burden," she reminded, raising one eyebrow. "I won't. I just want to help her get caught up, then I'll wait for her to call me when she needs me." "It's sweet of you to help her out." She rested her hand on mine. "You're a good man." Home Repairs I just smiled in response. I had texted Sharon that I would be back over in the morning, and she directed me to come over at about 8, and not to eat breakfast first. I was on her porch a little after 8 and she opened the door, wearing a black ribbed tank top and red running shorts with a gold Marine emblem on the thigh. Her hair was back in a ponytail again, and I was impacted by both her appearance and the smell of bacon. "You're late," she winked with a smile. "There was traffic," I lied. "Shut up," she laughed, pulling me in by the hand and pushing me toward the kitchen. "I thought we could have a good breakfast together before we got started. Do you still like cheesy scrambled eggs and pancakes?" "I guess," I pouted, rolling my eyes and dropping into a seat at the table. Sharon simply laughed and shook her head, setting down a glass of orange juice in front of me. Breakfast was incredibly delicious and the mood lighthearted. We laughed about all kinds of things and eased into discussing plans for the day. We took our time eating, but at around 9 we started working on the projects we had lined up. Sharon was a fast learner and in no time she was replacing toilet guts and changing outlets. That afternoon she even wanted to go back and pick up a new ceiling fan and light fixture for her bedroom. Even though I hadn't planned on it, it was her house and I wanted her to be happy. I spent some of the time on the ladder while she stood on a chair helping me, but when the fan was securely attached, I watched her from below, her ass in my face, as she wired and attached the light fixture to the fan. Once she was confident it was done and I agreed, we walked out to the garage and she flipped the breaker back on. She took a deep breath when she flipped the light switch on the wall and the blades on the fan slowly started to move. She squealed and clapped her hands, jumping up and down before wrapping me up in a tight hug and wrapping her legs around my waist. I was surprised, but not displeased. I was careful to let go of her as soon as she unwrapped herself from around me. I turned her toward the fan. "Go ahead," I said, "Turn on the light." She reached up and pulled the center chain, the three decorative globes bursting with a golden white glow. "Oh, my god," she yelled. "We did it!" "You did it," I smiled. "You installed that fan and fixture. I just did some of the heavier lifting." "Thank you, Jason," she said, kissing me quickly on the cheek and wrapping me in her arms again, this time not letting go. I felt her begin to shake a little and then heard a sniffle. I embraced her lightly. She squeezed me and began to sob for real. I let her cry, not knowing what to do. After a few minutes she began speaking into my shoulder, muffled explanations to her crying. "I can't tell you how much it means to me that you would do this for me. Tony loved me, but wanted to keep this from me so he could take care of it. I guess it was one of his ways of providing for me. I always wanted to know how to do it so when he was on deployment... or worse... I could handle it on my own, but he would never let me learn to do it. If he wasn't here, one of his buddies would show up and take care of it, but usually if it was something small I would have to wait until he came back home. "But you... you invested in me, believed in me. You understood that this isn't something that makes you seem weaker, but is instead something that makes me stronger. You're not afraid of me not needing you, but you want me to learn to be independent. And I love you for that, Jason. You're like Tony in so many ways, but you're so different, too." "I'm not Tony," I said softly. She nodded into my shoulder before pulling away. She wiped at her eyes and smiled slightly. "I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have done that." "No, don't apologize. I'm glad you told me. I want you to be able to tell me anything. I want to be here for anything you need. Anything at all, okay?" "Okay. Thank you." I just nodded. "So," she said, clearing her throat, "Now what?" "I think we've done plenty for today. The list we made up is complete." "Really?" she asked. "Really." "Wow." "Now, there are other things we can work on, like your car and yard, but we can do that whenever. I don't want to overwhelm you." "How about we talk about that later. Tonight we can celebrate." "Sounds good to me," I smiled. I called mom. "Hey," I said. "We finished up Aunt Sharon's to-do list this afternoon and she wants to celebrate. I'll be home late." "Remember what we talked about last night, Jason." "Yes, ma'am. I won't impose, I promise." "Okay. Well, I have a twilight open house tonight, and an early closing in the morning, so I may not see you tonight anyway." "See you tomorrow, then. I love you." "I love you, too, honey." We hung up and Aunt Sharon said, "I'm ordering pizzas and wings. Why don't you clean up and I'll get you a beer." "A beer? Really?" "You'll be fine. Besides, you can stay here tonight if you want since Tracy won't be there to see you anyway." "I don't have anything to change into," I said. "Put your clothes in the washer and you can wear some of Tony's old stuff. I'll lay it out for you." "If you're sure." "Of course," she said. Twenty minutes later I walked into the living room wearing the white Marines t-shirt and black Marines running shorts that had been sitting outside the bathroom door. "Wow," said Sharon. "That looks good on you." She sighed as she looked me over. "I never realized how much you look like Tony. I'm going to clean up. I'll be right back. If the pizza gets here before I get out, the money's on the front table. Go ahead and help yourself to the beer." A little while later, Sharon walked into the kitchen as I pulled the foil off the hot wings. I couldn't believe it! She looked amazing. Her hair was wet, but combed out, and she was wearing an emerald green camisole top and matching boy shorts. "Damn, Aunt Sharon," I muttered. "You don't mind, do you? I want to be comfortable." I just shook my head, afraid to utter another word. "Thanks for taking care of the pizza." "Uh, yeah. And I, uh, flipped on Hulu. Pick whatever you want." "Thanks." As we sat on the couch watching a pretty decent thriller, I went through two full beers and Aunt Sharon was on her second when the movie ended. I had kept glancing over at her and noticed that she had her legs curled up most of the time, but a couple of times she would sit sideways and tuck her toes under my legs, smiling at me. "I get a little chilly sometimes," she said. I felt my body responding to her simple contact, and thought maybe some of it was the beer. That said, the truth is that I think almost any guy would respond to Aunt Sharon wearing very little while sharing a couch late at night. "I can get you a blanket if you want," I offered. "Let's wait till after this movie." "I'll be heading home," I said. "It's getting late." "You're not driving buzzed," she replied. "I already texted your mom and told her you should just stay here so we can get started in the morning. She was cool with it." "Really?" "Yep." "Cool." A few minutes later the credits rolled and Sharon stood up off the couch. "You want another beer?" "I don't know that I should." "Go ahead. Now that you're not driving home..." "Oh, okay. Thanks." "Get us both one, and if you see any snacks you want, help yourself. I'm just going to switch your clothes over into the dryer." I grabbed the wings and two more beers and walked back in, meeting Sharon at the couch. I set the beers and wings down on the coffee table before plopping down onto the couch. "Jase?" she asked. "Can I... uh... ask you a favor?" "Anything." Sharon was running her fingers back and forth along the hem of her shorts as she bit her lip. "Well... having a man around the house, and seeing you in Tony's Marine clothes, has had me thinking of him a lot. I was wondering if you would... cuddle with me while we watched another movie." "Umm, I... guess." I was instantly nervous. How could I turn her down and why would I want to? But I had to make something clear. "But I'm not Tony," I reminded her. She smiled and nodded. She walked over to the television cabinet and opened the drawer filled with movies, and she pulled one out of the back, tucked behind the back row. She bit her lip again and tapped the case against her fingers. Clearing her throat, she began, "Tony and I used to watch this on occasion. It's kind of romantic and I really want to see it. Will you be okay watching it with me?" "I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders. She smiled and told me thanks, before bending over and putting the disc into the player, her ass looking amazing in the boy shorts. I closed my eyes. That's your aunt, dude, I reminded myself. She settled in next to me before reaching over and picking up her beer. I pressed play on the remote and took a sip of my own beer. Aunt Sharon lay on her side and scooted to the front of the couch, patting the cushion behind her. There wasn't much room, so I pulled the blanket off the back and removed the back cushions. I pulled the blanket up over us and settled in behind Aunt Sharon, leaving a few inches between us. She laughed after a couple of minutes. "You're the world's worst cuddler," she said. "Tony would get nice and close." "Yeah, well, I'm not Tony," I muttered. She didn't seem to hear me, or at least didn't respond. I scooted up close to her and she grabbed my hand, bringing it around to rest on her stomach. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. The feel of her tone body pressed against my front, and her bare legs against mine, was pretty exciting. Then the menu came up on the screen. Soft music played and a young woman was kissing a young man romantically, overlaid with the movie title, written in two fonts: a pink cursive font intermingled with a white bold print. Summer Help, it was called. Shit, I thought, what have I gotten myself into? The movie plodded along for a short time, two beautiful young women, a petite blonde and a more curvaceous brunette, talking and working outdoors at a small rural cottage. They were apparently friends, as they talked and laughed, talking about mutual friends and their longing for love. It wasn't long before the heat of the day and the outdoor work prompted the brunette to suggest that they clean up with an afternoon swim at the river. Next thing I knew, they were stripping in the grass and sun by the banks of a broad river. It didn't take long for their frolicking to turn into a long gaze and then a slow kiss. Sharon's ass ground subtly against my burgeoning erection. Sandwiched between her taut form and the back of the couch, I had no options for retreat. I tried to think of anything besides her body and the blatant lesbian lovemaking on the screen, but my eyes and ears and body were under constant assault. I heard the moans of the nubile young women, mingled with gasps and murmurs. Their hands and mouths made quick work of the nipples, necks, mouths and mounds of each other. My aunt was clearly aroused. Her own breathing increased, her hand gripped mine more tightly and she pressed back against me in a shudder. I squeezed her back toward me and pressed my full erection against her unashamedly. She gasped, but followed it with a moan, pressing herself against me more fully with an unexpected boldness. She turned her head toward me and looked into my eyes with longing. "Kiss me." "I can't." "I need you." "I'm not Tony," I whispered. "I know." There wasn't a doubt in her eyes. She knew what she was asking. Our lips had barely touched before her tongue grazed my upper lip. Our first kiss and the eroticism were unmatched in my previous experience. She had been bold in her request and her passionate kissing proved just as bold. She already knew about my arousal, had felt it on her ass. Now the hand that had been on my hand, was squeezing my hip, pulling me into her from behind. My timber was trying to form a groove into one of her cheeks. Mirroring her own boldness, I moved my hand smoothly, but rapidly up to cup one of her seemingly perfect breasts. She groaned at my touch, so I squeezed, feeling her tiny nipple on my palm. We kissed for a few moments before I backed away. We smiled at each other and she settled back into the movie, with me settling in behind her again. Now my hand roamed freely, caressing her thigh and hip. I would occasionally cup her breast, or kiss her ear or neck. At some point during our make-out, a strong young man had showed up at the cottage to help with something and predictably he had spied on the young women as they made love. The brunette looked over the blonde head that was buried between her thighs, and smiled at the toned, tanned handyman, never saying a word. By the time she opened her eyes from her orgasm, he had stolen away somewhere else. "Tony always wondered at this part, asking if I would ever consider being with another woman." "What did you say?" "I could never answer," she shrugged. "Now that he's gone I wish I had taken the time to seriously consider it and given him an answer." "If he were here to ask you, what would you say?" I asked quietly, stroking her cheek as she continued to watch the movie. "He's not here," she smiled. "But I am," I smiled back. She turned her head to look at me. "You're not Tony," she teased. "No, I'm not." She didn't answer, but turned to look back at the screen. As the handyman stepped out of his truck, the young brunette stood up from working in the flower beds, her tanned legs long and lean in her short pink shorts and her breasts full in the sleeveless print top. She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Should I make you a lunch today?" she invited. "What about your friend?" "She's in town for the day, and I hate to eat alone." "I could eat," he smiled. "I bet you could." "Noon?" "We swim at 11:30 to clean up and cool off. We'll picnic by the river." "11:30, then," he smiled before continuing down the brick sidewalk toward the back of the house. "Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?" asked Aunt Sharon. "No." "You should do that. It's very freeing." "Where would I do that?" "Here." "Maybe." Unsurprisingly, the young man on the screen was enamored by the casual, yet sensuous strip that the brunette did just for him as she prepared for her lunchtime swim. She jumped into the river, coming up with a laugh and taunted him. "I thought you were going to swim with me." "Well, I hate to be forward," he teased. "I promise not to get offended." "It's your picnic," he smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. His muscles were not huge, but he was toned and tanned. She looked on approvingly as he undressed. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled off his boots before lowering his jeans. His manhood was impressive as it hung freely between his legs, bringing a giggle from the curvy young woman. He walked confidently toward the bank before making a shallow dive. It didn't take long for their laughing and swimming to turn into a nervous kiss. The scene transitioned smoothly to the two lovers kissing on the red and white plaid picnic blanket. As they made love on the blanket, the camera was not shy about picking up on the penetration, her pink labia gripping his slick shaft as she rode him in the sun or as he thrust into her. Sharon's gasping was obvious and her eyes were glued to the giant shaft as it penetrated the glistening pink pussy onscreen. "You still looking for that skinny-dip?" I whispered. "Are you up for it?" she asked, pressing against me as she emphasized "up." Instead of answering, I simply sat up, helping her up so I could get off the couch. Extending my hand, I helped her off the couch. She led me out to the pool, but didn't even turn on any lights. The yard was dark, the patio was dark, and the pool was dark. I barely caught her silhouette in the light of the half-moon, but it was enough to know that she was naked and was inviting me to be naked with her. She slipped slowly into the pool before I even undressed at all, but like the young brunette, she stayed in the water watching me. "You know, watching me swim nude isn't the same as skinny-dipping WITH me," she snickered. "Sorry. I got distracted." "Well, why don't you try distracting me?" I was glad it was dark because I knew I didn't have the build that Tony did, but at least I was okay with my prick. It was generous enough, from what I understood, and I'd never had any complaints from the few girlfriends I'd had. I tried to look calm as I stripped off my shirt and shorts. "Nice, Jason," complimented Sharon. "Thanks," I muttered, quickly making my way to the steps and slipping in to the pool. She swam backwards away from me and I did my best to catch a good look as my eyes adjusted, but it was mostly in vain. I finally decided after a few minutes that I would stand in the shallow end. "Come here," I demanded quietly. Sharon stopped swimming and looked at me. After a significant pause, she paddled toward me. When she was only a few feet from me, she stood and the moon lit her form gently. I could barely see her in the dim light, but it was enough for me. "You're so beautiful," I told her. "So are you," she said, surprising me. I walked toward her, expecting her to move, but she didn't. As soon as I could reach her, I took her hand in mine and the other hand caressed her wet hair and cheek. She stepped forward and giggled a little when my erection touched her stomach. She looked down between us, then back up at me with a smile. She stepped forward again, trapping my member between us and pressing her breasts into me. She quickly cupped the back of my neck in her hand and brought my head down to kiss her. We kissed passionately, moaning into each other's mouths and I finally felt bold enough to reach down and grip her ass, pulling her into me. I was surprised when she pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around my waist. The water was cold on my dick after being sandwiched between the heat of our bodies. I turned toward the steps and walked to the edge of the pool. I wanted to set her on the edge, but thinking of her comfort, I carried her to a lounge chair instead. She sighed as I lay her back on the lounger and kissed her, the head of my cock glancing against her thigh. We kissed, me straddling the lounger and Sharon's legs splayed around my thighs. I leaned over her and kissed her passionately. Supporting myself on one arm, I worked my way down her neck and breasts, sucking on each nipple. We both knew where this was going it seemed, and I had mixed feelings about it, but not enough to stop myself. Honestly I didn't know that I could if I tried. "Damn, Sharon, you're so beautiful." "Thank you, Jase." "I've always thought so. I used to envy Tony. I'm sorry if that bothers you; it's not my intent." "It doesn't bother me," she said, caressing my cheek. "Tony's not coming back. But you're here, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this." I smiled, relieved, and kissed her again. I worked my way down and once I made my way past her breasts, her understanding was probably clear because she groaned. I continued to trail down and relished the feeling of her pubic hair on my chin before I kissed her mound, then down to her labia. Her legs were spread wide and while I couldn't see very well, I could certainly feel my way around. All I tasted at first was the pool water, but it didn't take long for me to pick up her natural taste. It was amazing. She cooed and groaned, gripping my head as I worked my tongue in and around her pussy. Home Repairs "Oh, my god, Jason, that feels so good." "Your pussy tastes amazing, Sharon." "Say that again," she moaned. "I love the taste of your pussy, Sharon. I want to taste your cum. Come on my tongue." "Keep it up and I will," she whined. I moved up to her clit and focused all my attention there, but also pressed my middle finger into her. She appreciated that, judging by the sounds she was making and her writhing hips. "Here it comes. Oh, damn!" She thrust aggressively against my mouth and hand before freezing against my face. I continued to lash her clit with my tongue as she rode out her orgasm. Settling back onto the lounger, she laughed a little, covering her face with one hand while stroking my cheek with the other. "Oh, my god, Jason. That was incredible. It's been soooo long since anyone has done that for me. Thank you." "Don't thank me. I enjoyed it." "Let's go inside. I think we should both get more comfortable." She sat up and reached for me, prompting me to help her up off the lounge chair. She kissed me again, and then licked her lips. "Mmm," she said. "You're right. I do taste good." "Holy fuck," I groaned. "You like that?" she laughed, pulling me into the house by my erection. I just enjoyed the feel of her small, soft hand as she led me into the house. As we walked into the living room, I heard moaning and soft music coming from the television and saw the blonde writhing on the handyman's face while the brunette bounced on his cock, her generous tits bouncing on her chest. "It's okay," Sharon said, looking at me, but never stopping, "Tony always loved that scene the best." "With a bride like you, what would he need another woman for?" "You're sweet," she smiled. Letting go of my prick, she quickly moved behind me and pushed me down the hall, laughing. She practically forced me onto the bed. As I bounced on my back, she knelt on my thighs and ran her hands over my chest, asking, "Fuck or suck?" "Uh..." "You're getting both tonight, so it's just a question as to which you want first." "Oh, fuck," I said. "Good enough." She slid forward and ground herself against me. Since her pussy was already wet, it wouldn't take much to settle onto me. "I'm looking forward to this. I've wanted it for a long time." Before I could say anything, she slid all the way down onto me. "Oh, my god, Sharon." "Don't be shy, Jase. You can touch me anywhere you want. I want to feel your hands on me. And don't be too gentle," she winked. I grasped her thighs up by her hips and she rose up until I was nearly all the way out and then lowered herself all the way down. As much as I hated to see her hide her eyes from me when she closed them in ecstasy, the look of sexual pleasure on a woman's face is intoxicating in itself. It may have been a long time since she'd had sex, but she apparently hadn't forgotten a single thing. She was incredible, gripping and squeezing me with her muscles, grinding, riding deep and shallow, rotating her hips. Wow! I loved watching her modest, round tits bounce lightly as she rode me, her light pink nipples dancing with her movement. She invited me to touch her wherever I wanted, and I did. She never leaned down so that I could use my mouth, but I touched her legs, tits, ass and just touched her skin wherever I could reach. I was so enamored with her beauty and sensuality that the thought of pulling her down onto me, didn't even occur to me. I lasted longer than I thought I would, but not as long as I would have liked. "Sharon, I'm getting close," I grunted. "What do you want? In or out?" "What?" "Do you want to come in me or see it on me?" she asked breathily, never stopping. "In!" I groaned. I really didn't care at the time. Just having my aunt fucking me was already more pleasure than I could have imagined. She picked up the pace, bouncing on my lap, her thighs slapping mine. She let me know I wasn't alone. "I'm coming with you, Jase," she whined. "Let it go!" I did. The fire burned from my thighs and stomach, up through my cock and into my aunt's pussy. She dropped fully onto me and convulsed before dropping onto my chest and forcing her tongue into my mouth. We came down from our orgasms kissing each other passionately. She lay on me and neither of us said anything for a while as I stroked her back. "Aren't you glad I texted your mom?" she giggled. "Very." "Me, too. Just so I know, are you done for the night?" "Uh...no," I laughed. "I can go at least one more time." "Oh, yeah?" "Yep. And next time I'm going to drill you into the mattress." "Mm, I like the sound of that," she cooed. I reached down and cupped her ass when she slid up to kiss me. It didn't take much for me to begin to stir again. She felt it on her thigh and reached down to squeeze me. I groaned at her touch. She pushed herself up off my chest and looked me in the eye. "I think it's time I return the favor," she smiled. "Suck away," I smiled. She laughed and continued to stroke me, settling between my knees. "I love your cock, Jason," she said. "It's a great size and shape, and it filled me up just right." She looked as if she was inspecting it. She looked it over, kissed it, and stroked it. As she continued to stroke it lightly, she kissed the tip, licking around the head before sucking on it. She varied her technique, working her lips, tongue, fingers, and throat to bring me off. I couldn't believe she was sucking me, although I shouldn't have been surprised since she had just fucked me. She straddled my leg and began grinding herself against me, using my shin to get off while she sucked me. She started using her fingers on my balls, while using her other hand to stroke me lightly. She sucked up along the bottom of my shaft and when she got to the top again she began bobbing on my cock, taking more and more of me into her mouth as she got used to its size. "Damn, Sharon." "You like that?" "Oh, god, yeah!" "I just hope I can take this whole thing. It's been a while since I've deepthroated." Without giving me a chance to respond, she quickly and smoothly pressed down until her lips were rested against me. I actually felt her throat move aside to take me in; I'd never been deepthroated before, and couldn't believe the feeling. "Holy shit, Sharon!" I groaned. "That's amazing." She backed off and stroked me, my shaft dripping with her saliva. "Now that I know I can take it, I need you to go ahead and fuck my face. Use me however you want. I promise I can handle it." She winked at me and placed my hand on the back of her head. She took half of me into her mouth and nodded a little as she looked me in the eye. I thrust my hips up a little, burying myself into her throat before dropping my hips onto the bed again. I just had to know she was okay with it. She smiled a little and moaned, keeping her eyes closed. For the next couple of minutes I gripped her hair and guided her up and down on my cock. As my orgasm began to approach I held her head still and began thrusting my hips again. I could feel the back of her hand on my shin as she played with her clit. She came with a grunt and pinched her eyes closed. Her throat closed up even tighter and seeing her come while I thrust deep into her mouth, forced my climax forward. I held her head tight against my groin as I fired into her throat. Her throat convulsed rhythmically and I could only guess that was her trying to swallow, although I didn't know how she would do it with my prick obstructing her passage. Sharon pulled her mouth off, keeping her lips sealed around me as she withdrew. She sucked me clean, leaving only a soft gloss on my shaft and head. She wiped the tears from her eyes, laughing a little. "Wow," she giggled, "I forgot how much that turned me on." "No one's ever done that for me before. That was fucking incredible." "Yeah, well, next I'm expecting some incredible fucking." "Not until I taste you again." She squealed when I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, immediately forcing my face against her pussy. She didn't hesitate to grab my head and grind herself against my mouth. Over the course of a few minutes, she came twice. Hard. When I was hard again and while she was still coming down from her second orgasm, I pressed her legs up with my shoulders until she was almost in half and I was up on my hands and knees, my arms straight. I forced myself into her quickly, causing her to yelp again. "OH, SHIT!" she belted as I held myself into her as deep as I could after burying myself on the first thrust. "Damn, baby, that feels amazing." Her hands squeezed my triceps in a death grip. She looked so beautiful, her face with a sexy glare, tits pressed in, and tight legs bent back. I pulled out and began moving slowly in and out, bringing a series of moans and obscenities, depending on how hard or fast or deep I thrust into her. I tried to vary it for both our benefits, but also made it a point of paying close attention to her responses. Had I not already had two strong orgasms I probably wouldn't have lasted long because she was so responsive. "I'm ready," she said. "Fuck me hard and spray me with your cum. I want to see it." I released her legs and she wrapped them around me. I dropped my hips to bring myself along. Between the feeling of my head rubbing her front wall, the back of her pussy caressing the underside of my head, and my balls dragging along the sheets, I was ready to blow in under a minute. "Here it is!" I called. Just as I felt the first blast, I pulled out. She grabbed my shaft and stroked it quickly while I hovered over her groin, splattering her with a generous dose of semen. While not especially impressive in quantity, the intensity of the climax was amazing. I knew I would have a good morning brew after a night's rest. I fell back on my heels, still between Sharon's legs. She lay before me, lightly tanned, eyes aglow, red hair splayed out on the pillow, with small pools of my semen on her stomach and reddish-brown tuft of pubic hair. Her pussy looked absolutely worn out, but I wanted to taste it again anyway. It must have been the way I was looking at it because Sharon said, "Don't even think about it. I'm done for the night." I looked up and she had a satisfied smile on her face. She sat up on the bed, kissed me quickly on the lips and walked to the bathroom to clean herself up. As we brushed our teeth together (she gave me one of those free toothbrushes from the dentist), we looked each other over in the mirror. I settled in beside her in her bed, not even bothering to shut off the lights in the living room. Sharon immediately lay her head on my chest and draped her arm and leg over me as I caressed her back lightly. I don't remember either of us drifting off to sleep, but waking up to sunlight forced me to realize that we had. I was just getting adjusted to the sunlight in the room when Sharon walked in, wearing a short blue cotton robe, carrying a glass of grape juice and my cell phone. "Oh, good. You're awake. I hated to disturb you, but your mom apparently texted you a little while ago. You still like grape, right?" "My favorite. Thank you." She smiled as she handed me the juice and phone. I took a sip of the grape juice while I unlocked my phone to read the message. "Home today or Sharon's? The yard needs work." I showed it to Sharon. "Why don't I help you with your yard? I can learn just as easily there and it'll benefit you instead of me." "You don't have to do that." "Jason, will you please shut up and just accept my help?" she smiled. I nodded with a smile and texted mom. "Back home this morning. I'll take care of the yard." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, nervous about what I had to say. I opened them back up and looked at Sharon, who had settled onto the foot of her bed. "Aunt Sharon, about last night..." "I enjoyed it, too," she smiled. "What I mean is... I don't...I want us to..." I couldn't figure out how to say what I needed to. Sharon's hand touched my leg through the covers. "We're okay, Jason," she nodded. "You didn't do anything I didn't want to do. You didn't take advantage of me, and I'm happy about what happened. Do you feel okay with it?" "Yeah. I do," I smiled. "I just didn't want to take advantage of you at all or mess up our relationship. I mean, I love you, Aunt Sharon, and I don't want things to get weird between us." "I love you, too, Jase. Let me assure you that, looking back in the light of day, fully sober, I really enjoyed myself. I knew what I was doing. If I took advantage of you, I'm sorry. We can stop if you want to, and I'll be okay with it." I set my juice down on the nightstand and nodded pensively. "Thank you for saying that, Aunt Sharon." I suddenly dove at her, causing her to squeal and laugh as I pinned her to the bed and tickled her ribs. We laughed as I tried to keep her pinned down while she tried to kick me off of her, squirming beneath me. "Stop!" she laughed. "You're gonna make me pee!" "Eww," I said. "I didn't know you were a bed wetter." I continued to tickle her as she laughed and begged me to stop. "Okay, I'll stop," I said as I stopped tickling her. "On one condition." "Okay, okay," she giggled, trying to settle herself down. "What's the condition?" I turned serious. "That you let me love you." She stopped giggling and looked at me. She quietly asked, "Do I get to love you back?" I nodded. "Deal." I pulled her up to sit next to me again, and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. "Now go pee before I have to change your sheets." She smiled as she stood. "When I get back, we'll need to change the sheets anyway." I groaned as she left the room, and I fell back onto the pillows. A moment later I heard the toilet flush and heard Sharon say, "That's what I like to see." I lifted my head up and Sharon was standing in her doorway naked. I was already naked, lying on her bed and my erection had started to rise as I thought about her. When she walked in she must have seen me naked, sprawled on her bed with an erection. She approached the bed, her tits bouncing a little with each step. "And that's what I like to see," I replied, eyeing her body. "You just like to look?" she asked, placing her knee on the bed before knee-walking over to me. "Nope. I like to touch and taste." She straddled my head, facing my feet, and took me into her mouth as I tasted her. "Mmm," she moaned. "I love your tongue on me. And your cock is perfect." She resumed her work. I didn't think I was going to last long with the intense stimulation. I pushed her off of me. "I'm sorry, Sharon, but I need to be inside you again." "Oh, goody! Here," she said, quickly settling onto her hands and knees. "Fuck me from behind this time." She wiggled her ass at me, that amazing ass. Her dripping wet pussy, pink with arousal, glared at me from between her perfect cheeks. I didn't even say a word, but instead just plowed into her on the first thrust, gripping her hips. "FUCK!" she yelled. "Oh, my god, you're deep!" I withdrew and plowed into her again, bringing a series of grunts and cursing. It felt like she was fighting to keep me from withdrawing. My nerves were tingling with the surface of her insides against the surface of my head and shaft. My balls slapped against her lips and clit every time I bottomed out. "Pull my hair," Sharon demanded. "What?" I asked, having never been asked that before. "Pull my hair, dammit! Take control!" She sounded winded, but fully coherent. I grabbed her hair in a makeshift rein and when I pulled it back, still driving into her, her head came back and she grunted, "Fuck, yeah! Do me, Jase! Pound that fucking cock into me! Make me your whore!" What the hell is going on? I thought. But I couldn't deny the feeling of power and control it gave me, so I really began railing into her. Her wails and yelps filled the house as I pounded into her for all I was worth. She never announced her climax, but I knew it when it happened. She squealed and convulsed, and it felt like she was pissing all over me. Her hot juices splashed back around me and ran down my thighs. This happened three times in pretty quick succession and before I knew it I was about to blow my load. If she wanted me to take control, I was going to take control. I hoped she didn't hate me after this, but I could always plead insanity if she did, right? I pulled out and pulled her head toward me by her hair as I demanded, "Suck it!" She immediately captured my shaft in her mouth when I pulled her around while taking a couple of steps toward her on my knees. I never let go of her hair, but instead used it to control her head while I thrust into her throat. She was supporting herself with one arm while her other hand worked her over. She continued to make lewd sucking and gagging noises while I forced myself into her throat repeatedly. "Shit! Here it comes!" Flashes of light burst in my eyelids as my orgasm hit, but I was able to pull out and without even touching myself, blasted shot after shot of thick cream right onto her face and hair. I was able to open my eyes after the second pulsing blast and was amazed at her wide-open mouth, red face and streams of cum on her face. Again I blasted her face and again and again and again. I fell back, dizzy, letting go of Sharon's hair, but she lunged at my cock and cleaned it off, even while I was still dribbling my release. Her eyes were bloodshot, watery, and filled with lust. She scared me a little bit. But as soon as she slid up my cock that final time and let the clean head pop free, she sat back with a huge smile. "Now THAT was a morning fuck!" she laughed. "Oh, my god, Jase! I didn't know you had it in you! I haven't been fucked like that in years. I'm totally going to be sore later on." She laughed again while wiping the streams of jizz off her face. She wiped her hands on the sheet, then pulled the sheet up to wipe her face. "Wow," was all I could say. "I never would have guessed..." I just shook my head. "Don't worry; I'm not like that all the time. Sometimes I like it rough and sometimes I like it gentle." She just shrugged. "Come on," she said, reaching for me. "Help me get these sheets off the bed and into the wash, then we'll take a shower before heading over to your house." We pulled the sheets off her bed (they were soaked) and enjoyed a mutually relaxing and satisfying shower. She started blowing me again, but I just couldn't get going yet. She wasn't disappointed. She just promised to try again later after he got over the initial shock. We stopped for a fast food breakfast on the way over to my house and Sharon helped me pull weeds while we talked. While I worked the push mower, I taught her how to use the gas trimmer/edger, and we were done by lunch. She made lunch while I blew the grass clippings off the driveway and sidewalk. The breeze was cooler in the shade of the front porch where we sat on the steps eating the turkey and cheese sandwiches Sharon had made for us. "I really appreciate you helping me out over here, Aunt Sharon; you didn't need to do that." "You didn't have to come help me at my house, either, but you did. When I said I wanted to love you back, this kind of stuff is included." She smiled and took a sip of her Mountain Dew. I nodded with a smile. "I know, and it's all the more reason to love you." She seemed content with that and looked back over the yard. "So I got to use my first power tool today, huh?" "Oh, the trimmer?" "Yeah." "You did a great job. It looks really good." "Thanks. So what else do we need to do?" "There's always work to do in a yard, but we're done for the day. Let me just clean off the lawnmower and we'll clean up."