Mowing The Grass
written by:
Prybar

"Hi Mom! I'm Home!"

Oh shit! Heard the front door slam. I wasn't thinking TV sitcom. Wasn't thinking anything at all. My mind went blank. On TV, the guy would be making love to his wife and the kid would come home, and it would be funny because they got caught doing the dirty by their own kid. But I wasn't married to this woman. Wasn't even married at all. Heck, I was 19 years old, and wasn't even thinking about getting married. And the lady I was fucking was married to some guy who had done me the large favor of going to work and leaving his wife home alone, which had led to all this. I was thinking about how I could get the heck outta there, for this wasn't funny at all.

Janice lay beneath me in her bed, on her back, panting with lust, droplets of perspiration on her breasts, her long legs splayed to lend me access to her most precious place. Just before the door slammed, I was watching my cock slip in and out of her hot, slippery treasure. Her face was contorted with lust. I hadn't had this pleasure before meeting her, and only a few times since that first moment, but we had worked things out to our mutual benefit and I saw no reason to stop now, because that part was fun. Except that her daughter has just burst unexpectantly into the house, and she would soon be standing in her parents' bedroom, spewing forth the day's events at summer school, and assuming she'd be the center of Janice's world. She wouldn't have dreamt I'd be there porking her stepmom. I was thinking about coming inside this woman, spewing my lust into her and experiencing that incredible pleasure that was so close, but I also realized that the shit was heading for the fan, and I didn't want to be standing in front of that propeller when it hit.

What the fuck was I supposed to do?

"Frank! Stop! Get your clothes and hide in the closet!"

I could do that. And I did. I stood there naked, no time to get dressed, hiding in a closet next to her husband's suits, smelling his aftershave, trembling in fear, and peering through the crack between the doors, watching Janice lying naked on her marriage bed, bathed in sweat, flushed, and fishing around in the bedside table drawer for heaven knows what.

Janice pulled a large pink vibrator from the drawer, and stuffed it up her pussy, just as the door swung open and Tina barged into the room. Janice was writhing about on her back, eyes closed, hand on her breast and dildo rushing in and out of her, climaxing on the bed as her stepdaughter stood there, watching her, amazed.

And you are probably wondering how I keep ending up in situations like this. Well, that's pretty much exactly what I was thinking.

I had graduated the year before, and my whole future lay before me. Just waiting for me. Like futures do. Just waiting for me. And I had no freaking idea in the world what I wanted to do with it. I could enlist, for the opportunities in the service of my country certainly beckoned. I could go to college, which surely would have made my mother happy. And I knew a guy in the electricians union who could get me a toe in the door there. I had choices to make. But I wasn't ready to make any. I was just drifting.

So when I got the chance to work for Miguel doing landscaping, mostly mowing the lawns on the good side of town, I took it. I'm not sure Miguel was legal, but I sure was, and I was making a few bucks an hour, enjoying the sunshine, and getting some free exercise. Miguel sent me to Janice's house, because her husband had recently hired him, and I showed up every Tuesday after that. That's how I met Janice.

I had been mowing that lawn for over a month without actually meeting the people who lived there. It had rained on Monday, so when I mowed the lawn the following day, the grass was still wet. Wet grass kept clogging the chute and that bound up the blade, so from time to time I had to shut down the motor, tilt up the mower, and peel the clogs of wet grass from the housing and blade. And of course I had to pick up those clumps of wet grass because they looked awful scattered about on the lawn.

I hadn't actually met Mrs. Anderson, but I knew her on sight. She wandered across their back patio toward me. I was on my knees digging wads of wet clumped grass out of the mower at the foot of the steep embankment that formed the edge of the patio. She towered over me.

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"What's that?"

"Aren't you afraid you'll cut your hand off fooling around under there?"

"Well no, I'm pretty safe. The motor is turned off and the blade won't move. I can do this just fine."

"I hope you're right. Those things scare me. I've heard stories, you know." "I'm fine, honest."

"Well...you be careful. You're new here aren't you?"

"Yes Ma'am. Miguel hired me last month, and I've only done your lawn a few times. I'm Frank."

"Janice. Janice Anderson. Very pleased to meet you."

She seemed nice. That surprised me because so many of the yards I mowed belonged to stuck up people who I guess figured me for sub-human because I did manual labor. Which was fine. They left me alone, and working alone was what I needed right then.

I figured she must have been about thirty, a bit young for a man like Mr. Anderson. Must have been his second marriage, and since guys pushing fifty liked them young, she fit. Her job clearly was to stay home and look good, and she was doing both that morning. Janice was tall, with long tanned legs and arms, blonde hair hanging straight halfway down her back, and a disarmingly beautiful face. And she smiled nice. I'm a normal guy, and it flashed through my head that she looked good enough. I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers. Course I had no shot, but there was nothing lost in dreaming.

Her sundress must have come from Hawaii. It was all flowers and colors, thin cotton fabric with a flared skirt that stopped well above her knees. I was on my own knees on the lawn and she stood up on the patio, about six feet above my head. Her skirt waved a bit in the breeze, giving me fleeting glimpses up at her inner thighs. I tried not to stare, too long.

"What's wrong with the mower?"

"Oh, it's just the wet grass. It sticks on a day like this and ya get these big clumps. Clogs things up so I have to clean it out."

"Can I see?"

She started down the slope before I could stop her.

"Look out! The grass is wet and slippery......."

Real slippery. She wore little wisps of sandals, with smooth leather soles. That grass might just as well been ice. By the time I got to "slippery" her feet shot out in front of her and she landed on her rear with a grunt. She shot down the slope. Janice crashed into me, her legs spread to bracket me, her feet high in the air as she slid down on her back. Her dress ended up draped over her face. Her navel piercing was a diamond. Her thong was white. This all went past below my nose in an instant. She hit me hard enough that I fell face forward onto her, my head coming to rest on her belly.

"Are you all right, Ma'am?"

Her arms flailed out in front of her, pushing her dress away from her face. It billowed up and out and then down around me until I was neatly enveloped by it as I lay between her spread legs, my face still buried in the soft skin of her abdomen. At some point in all this it dawned on me that I really shouldn't be burrowing around under the skirts of the lady married to the guy. You know. So I tried to back out. It did smell nice under there, what with the new mown grass and her perfume and all. But I backed out anyway, tripped over the lawn mower and fell backwards, and then lay there laughing. Janice was laughing too, and the pair of us was some sight, sprawled out on the lawn amid the wet grass.

She was still on her back, sorta propped up on her elbows, laughing at me. The top of her sundress was held up by a string tied behind her neck, and that string supported triangles of fabric that had once done the task of corralling her breasts. They weren't doing such a great job now. I couldn't see all of her breasts, but I could see most of them, and it was quite a view. She was a thin, athletic looking woman, but she came well equipped up above. I don't know if she knew, or if she cared, but large volumes of her breasts hung outside the formerly modest top of her dress, and she was doing nothing about it. Again, I tried not to stare, but I didn't think I was fooling anybody.

When she finally looked down and saw how exposed she'd been, she nonchalantly wiggled everything back into place, smiled at me, and then stood up. I trembled in front of her, not knowing what to say or do. She broke the ice.

"Well Frank, this was not how I meant to introduce myself to you, but it sure was fun. I hope you appreciated the show. Not to worry. You are not in trouble. I am not a prude. I like a good laugh. And I fully expect to be repaid in time. Anyway, nice to meet you, and I must be going. I'm late for an appointment."

I stood in silence as she walked quickly away. Soon I was alone with the grass and the mower, wondering if this had actually happened or if I were simply dreaming. And what did she mean by expecting to be repaid?

The following week found me mowing the Anderson's lawn again. It was a blue sky morning, working on hot. I could see Mrs. Anderson over by their swimming pool, face down on a lounge chair, clearly asleep, an open paperback book in one hand resting on the tile of the patio. The bikini was white. She was very tan. Round and round the yard in ever decreasing circles I pushed the mower. Walking toward her I looked forward to watch her . Turning left, I looked right and kept watching her. Walking away was a disappointment. Then another left turn, like a NASCAR driver, and I looked again.

Always needed to refill the gas tank about halfway through. It was a large backyard. When the mower started to sputter I shut it off and walked out to the truck to get the gas can. Mrs. Anderson was gone when I got back. That was a disappointment. I was pouring gas into the mower when she came out again. She walked toward me, looking good in the white bikini. When she got close I could see through the thin fabric she hid behind, to the hint of darker nipples on top, and the dark shadow down below. Geezus!

Her breasts jiggled as she walked, her hips swaying back and forth. A smile filled her face. Shoulders back and arms swinging. Good posture. She stood beside me.

"Hi Frank. How ya doin' today?"

"Just fine, Mrs. Anderson."

"Janice, please."

"Yes ma'am."

"Just Janice. Not ma'am. Not Mrs. Anderson."

"OK"

"I have a proposition for you, Frank. It is very simple, very uncomplicated....I want you to mow the lawn with your shirt off. Each time you do this I will tip you an extra $20. Each time. Each week. Clearly, you are a healthy young man, and I wish to watch you. Do you have any problem with this?"

"Ah...no."

"Well then, let's be a good boy and take that shirt off. Right now."

My hands shook just a little as I pulled the t-shirt off, over my head. I was sweating just a bit. I avoided looking at Janice at first, but when I did look, her eyes were locked on me.

"Very nice. Now, let's get that lawn mowed."

I tightened the cap on the mower's tank, set the gas can off to the side, and gave the rope a quick tug. The motor fired up. And I began my lazy shrinking circles on Mrs. Anderson's lawn. She stood on the edge of the patio watching me. I got to the last bit of tall grass, and was walking away from her. When I looked back, she was gone. That was weird.

I loaded the mower into my truck, and then hauled the gas can over there, and then I went back for my shirt. Pulling it on, I looked around, but Mrs. Anderson was nowhere in sight. Oh well. Maybe she was just kidding about the twenty bucks.

A week later, it was even hotter weather, with only a few fluffy clouds to cut the sun. I started the mower in the Anderson's backyard, and then just for the heck of it, pulled off my shirt. I was wearing cut off jeans and hiking boots. I tied a rolled red bandanna into a sweatband around my head. And I started mowing lazy circles around the yard. Round and round. No Mrs. Anderson. Halfway done and the mower began to stutter. Time for more gas.

When I got back with the gas can, Janice was standing next to the mower. She wore tan Capri pants and a white blouse, and she was holding a drinking glass in one hand. As I drew close, I could see how sheer the fabric of her blouse was. Her black bra was very visible against her back. Turning toward me, she revealed her other side. I could see the diamond in her navel clearly, and then my eyes were drawn to the two bulging mounds displayed by a lacey low-cut bra.

My hands were shaking as I tried to fill the mower's tank. They shook even more when she handed me the damp glass of chilled lemonade. I tried not to stare at her chest. She, on the other hand, didn't even try to conceal her interest in mine. This awkward moment ended only when she turned and walked back to her house. Refreshed by the lemonade, and invigorated by her breasts, I set to the lawn mowing again.

I had loaded the mower into the pickup, and I headed back for my shirt and the gas can. Janice was standing on the patio.

"Frank...would you like another glass of lemonade? Or maybe a beer?"

"Lemonade would be nice. I've more work today so the beer will have to wait."

I walked toward the house, across the patio, following Janice at some small distance. I could have sworn that she had on the same outfit, but I couldn't see the bra spanning her back through the filmy blouse this time. I stepped through the open kitchen door, into the air-conditioned chill. Janice was at the counter pouring a tall glass for me. She turned and walked toward me holding two glasses. And I about fainted.

It was the same blouse, but the bra was conspicuous by its absence. Her breasts were clearly present, swaying slowly back and forth as she walked toward me, nipples red and erect and aimed right at me.

"Here ya go. Nice and cold."

I almost dropped the glass as my hand clunked into it. My eyes were someplace else. I drained the glass, tilting my head back, an excuse to put my eyes on the ceiling instead of all over her tits.

"Wow! You sure were thirsty. Oh dear, look at you, so hot and sweaty."

Janice grabbed a towel from the rack and began to blot the sweat from my shoulders and chest. She seemed to think my nipples needed special drying. She was standing close in front of me, rubbing my chest with her soft towel. We were about the same height, so her eyes were right there looking into mine. She dropped the towel on the floor, but continued to rub my bare chest with her warm soft hands.

"Frank, you ran out of here last week without collecting your twenty dollars. Now what am I going to do? I don't have enough cash on hand to pay you for two weeks."

Her arms slid up my chest, across my shoulder, and they met behind my neck. I felt her press two tits into my chest. And her body was soon leaning against my crotch. Her face was inches from mine. She smelled so sweet.

"Maybe we can come to some agreement on compensation, you know, on those days when I don't have enough cash."

Her mouth opened slightly, and she pressed her lips against mine. She was still grinding herself against me. Her tongue shot into my mouth. My arms hung limply at my side, and my knees were rapidly turning into rubber. All the blood in my body was rushing into my cock, and it grew to meet her as she pressed into me.

One hand slipped off my neck, and I felt it slide down my arm, disappear for a moment, and then fingers were wrapping around my swollen cock that was quickly learning to resent the constraint of my jean shorts.

"Oh....look what I found. Frank...you are a big boy. This is nice. Maybe this is the answer to my dilemma. What say we forget the twenty bucks and I just play with this thing for a while?"

I watched Janice's face as it slowly disappeared from my view, moving down, down, down until only the top of her head hovered down there in front of my zipper. Fingers flitted across my belt, tugging and unbuttoning and pulling down a zipper. Fingers reached inside my clothing, wrapped around my cock, tugged him out. Cock hovering in the air until more fingers grasped him, a hand sliding up and down my cock, warm moist hot lips encircling the head of my cock as a tongue flicked against the tip. Sucking sounds as she took him deep into her mouth, and then the rhythmic motion of her head as she mouth fucked my cock, dragging her tongue along the length of him, sucking and rubbing and teasing.

Holding my cock in her mouth, she reached down to un-button her blouse. It fell off behind her as she shrugged her shoulders. There they were. Two bare breasts moving slightly as her head bobbed back and forth on my cock. I found myself moaning, the burn starting deep inside, the pressure building. Janice looked really nice without a blouse, which should not have come as a surprise if I had had more experience, but this was only my second blowjob. Cindy Smith had done me the honor the year before, when we both got drunk out by the lake. But she had kept her clothes on. And she never let me touch her again after that.

I didn't last long with all this going on. Beautiful woman, bare breasts, mouth and tongue stimulating my cock. I took in a deep breath, gagged up some indecipherable words, and then as a spasm shot through my entire body, I fired off a jet into Janice's mouth. Over and over I spurted, racked by pleasure, as she continued to work her magic on my cock. Even after I ran out of ammunition, she continued to suck and then lick my cock. Finally, she let the poor thing go, and looked up into my half-focused eyes. A dribble of white spilled from her lips, but she quickly picked it off with her tongue. She swallowed and then a smile lit upon her face.

"Feel better now?"

"Oh gawd! Yes!"

"Good. Me too. I like that. More lemonade?"

Well, about that time the last thing I needed was lemonade, but I appreciated the gesture. She took hold of both of my hands, and I helped her stand. She leaned in and pressed her bare breasts into my chest and kissed me again. My shorts were crumpled somewhere down near my knees. She still held my two hands, and she wrapped them around her to place them on her ass. She left them there. I got the hint and squeezed her cheeks, pulling her against me. She sighed.

"Oh yes. I like that."

So, I did some more of that. We kissed deeply. I felt her breasts against my bare skin as she slid them around on my skin. She was making little humming noises.

"You know Frank, I don't think I'm done with you yet."

Her hands were now grasping my butt and she was pulling me into her as I was pulling her into me. She was grinding her crotch into me. My shorts fell to my ankles, and I stepped out of them.

"Come over here, Frank."

Janice led me to a couch in her family room. She let go of my hand and quickly pulled those Capri pants down and off, and she stood before me naked. Then she plopped down on the couch, raised her knees and spread her legs, and there was her pussy staring up at me, glistening with its moisture. My jaw fell farther than my shorts.

"Frank....I need you to lick me here. Right here."

She was pointing to her crotch. That seemed a little weird, but who was I to argue? I planted my head between her thighs and began licking up and down. I didn't know what I was doing, but Janice made it easy for me, urging me on when I hit a good spot, and telling me where to go when I did not. Soon she was writhing around, pushing herself into my face, squeezing my head between her thighs when the spasms shot all through her and she lay there soaking in the pleasure.

My cock had returned to full operating potential, so when Janice finally opened her eyes and looked down at me nestled in her pubes, she had one more request.

"Frank...Be a dear boy and stick that big cock of yours into me. Would you please?"

I'd never done that before, but I was willing to try. I found out it was worth the effort.

I didn't find the right spot on first attempt. I was watching my cock bobbing around her pussy looking through its one eye, seeking heaven. She helped me a bit, grabbing my stiff rod and using it to paint around her slit a bit, rubbing him against her little button, and then finally guiding him to the secret passageway. I didn't even have to knock three times before entering. Coming home. I had wondered what it would be like, but I had underestimated.

This....was a nice place.

I watched my cock slip inside Janice. I listened to her gasp as he entered. I felt the warmth and the grasp of her pussy, and the wonderful sensations as I moved in there. And knowing that she was liking it as much as I, if not even more, drove me to please her more. Certainly she acted like she was liking it. She moved with me, pressing herself into me as I rammed myself into her. Tightening around me. Moaning and crying out as the pleasure built until she could not contain it any longer, and she burst forth with cries and moans and she writhed beneath me, caught in the spasms of unrelenting ecstasy. Time and again she climbed to the heights as I worked myself into her. Sweat broke out on her breasts, and they jiggled as I pounded into her. Her face contorted with pleasure as each climax approached and then subsided.

Finally, after Janice had traveled as far as she could, she went quiet before me. Her pussy grasped me and then relaxed, and then tightened again. And I continued to stroke, in and out, until the time came for me to explode again, and without hesitation, I did. And that too was good.

Lawn mowing took on a whole new meaning for me after this. Janice's husband worked 40 minutes away in the city. Her step-daughter Tina was in summer school during the mornings. We had the house to ourselves. I hurried through the backyard, then met Janice for lemonade when done. She'd greet me half dressed, wearing only the bottoms to her bikini, or a man's shirt with nothing on below, or that sheer blouse that hid nothing. She'd always suck me off first. Then we retired to the bedroom where she schooled me in the pleasuring of a woman. She told me that she made me come first to slow me down when we got down to pleasuring her. I didn't object.

Janice taught me how to massage her, how to stroke her neck and shoulders, her inner arms, her thighs. She taught me how to tease and other tricks to enhance her responses. I'd burrow between her legs, face buried deep into her pussy, tongue darting in and around and over the fun parts. She taught me how to use my cock as a surgical tool, rather than a hammer, and then when to apply the hammer. We enjoyed quite a productive month.

Four weeks later, we had the routine down pat. I rushed through the lawn mowing tedium, and then loaded the mower into the truck. When I showed up for lemonade, Janice opened the door wearing a denim miniskirt and a French cut t-shirt in translucent white cotton that clung to every curve. Her breasts were clearly evident through the filmy cloth, her nipples erect, waiting for my tongue. When she let the lemonade spill across her chest, my view improved. "Oh dear....I've spilled my lemonade. Whatever shall I do?"

Janice pulled the wet t-shirt off over her head. Her breasts stood out proudly, the nipples even harder after the ice cold lemonade cascaded over them. Being always the gentleman, I offered to lick them clean. Janice thought that a wonderful idea. I made them pristine again.

She reached down to un-zip her skirt, and with only a wiggle it slipped down to her ankles. No thong this day. She stood before me wearing only that diamond in her navel. The glow already covered her chest and shoulders, and her pussy lips glistened with her moisture. My cock was fully awake, and when she noticed him, she knelt before me and pulled him out. Her lips settled around the head of my cock. And I made ready to come in her mouth.

But this time Janice offered up something new. Once she had me good and hot, she backed away, stood up and then turned to face away from me. Then she bent forward to present her butt and pussy to me. I stepped up and by bending my legs only slightly, I was able to access paradise. Grabbing her hips, I commenced thrusting into her. She let me get all hot and ready, and then made me stop. Leading me to the bedroom, she teased me by twice stopping and stroking my cock, and by the time we hopped on the bed I was raging hot. So she made me wait, and pleasure her instead. Time to eat more pussy.

I gave her an hour of multiple orgasms, and then she returned the favor by sucking me hard again. I led him home to roost in her as soon as she let me. I was nearly ready to come when we heard Tina slam the front door. So I was trembling in Janice's husband's closet, naked with my wad of clothes pressed to my chest, watching through the crack in the door as Tina entered the room. Janice was massaging one breast with her hand, and pumping the large pink vibrator in and out of her pussy. She came loudly, writhing on the bed, naked and sweating and hot, as Tina stood there in the doorway dumbfounded. Finally the earth stopped moving, and Janice opened her eyes to find Tina watching. "Oh....Hi! When did you get here?"

"Just a minute ago. You look like you are having fun."

"Oh Gawd, yes! You really need to try this."

Looking at the humming vibrator dripping with her step mom's juices, Tina kind of grimaced, and she declined. That's when Janice turned to the bed table again, and pulled out of the drawer a brand new vibrator, fresh in its package. "Here...my present. And I'll even teach you how to use it, if you want."

"I don't know. I've never tried anything like that before."

"You masturbate, don't you?"

"A little, yeah."

"Well, this makes it easier and better. Come on. Let's get those clothes off and I'll show you a few tricks."

Tina just smiled, and then began to unbutton her blouse. Her bra was white. Her blue jeans were next, and then she reached behind to unhook her bra. She stood about five-four and maybe a hundred and ten pounds, with short dark hair and a nice tan. Her breasts were not large, but well-shaped, with perky pink nipples pointing up eagerly. She was giggling, and that made her breasts jiggle for me. Then she bent over slightly to tug down her panties. Her bush was trimmed short for bathing suit weather. Arms at her side, she stood before me, waiting for her stepmother to show her how to play with a vibrator.

I had the perfect view, as a naked Janice invited a naked Tina to lie on her back on the bed. Janice reached a hand up to softly brush a few hairs from Tina's face. Then she began to massage Tina's shoulders. Her own breasts swayed slightly as she moved.

"Close your eyes, honey. Relax...and enjoy."

I heard Tina murmur assent. She liked the massage. When Janice began to slide her fingertips ever so lightly across Tina's skin, slowly moving toward the nipple topped mounds on her chest, the younger woman shivered and sighed. Her breasted moved up and down as breathing deepened. I heard a gasp when a finger slid directly over the first turgid nipple.

Janice was soon massaging both breasts, squeezing nipples and kneading just hard enough to make Tina squirm. A dripping tongue wet down both nipples, and then I heard the hum of the vibrator. Applied to those hard, sensitive, and now wet and slippery nipples, the vibrator soon had Tina rolling back and forth on the bed. I heard her suck in her breath sharply, and then little squeals of joy spurted from her mouth as the spasms of pleasure shot through her for the first time. Other spasms followed, and soon Tina was glowing red and sweating on the bed.

When Janice felt it appropriate, she moved the still churning vibrator down the sweat slick skin of Tina's belly, down to the dark, damp, curly hair, down nearly to the quivering lips between her thighs. She stopped just beside the little mound of flesh that hid her clit. Letting the vibrations travel to the younger woman's on switch, she simply waited. Soon enough, the legs parted inviting more. My view of all this was remarkable, for this little bit of theater was happing only feet away, and it was aimed right at me. My hand was on my cock, and he was raging into the air wishing to participate.

Janice wet her finger and painted over the top of Tina's clit, and then ever so lightly she stroked it. Tina was twitching again. She then ran her finger up and down Tina's pussy, parting the lips and spreading the now copious fluids that seeped from within. Tina soon went into another whole body spasm, and when done she was panting. Finally the vibrator arrived, and almost immediately, Tina came again, and then again and again. Janice moved the vibrator about with practiced ease, hitting all the good spots and keeping Tina on the boil until she was soaking the bed sheets, crying, and writhing about.

Janice finally lifted her finger off the button, and the vibrator went silent. Tina didn't stop twitching for a while. Her eyes were locked closed, her head lolled back and forth, and her own fingers gently plied her pussy lips and clit for yet another blast of pleasure. Then the room went silent.

"How you doing, kiddo?"

"That.....was amazing!"

Tina sighed. Her eyes open now, she smiled up at Janice.

"I cannot imagine anything feels better than that. Is it really better with a man?"

"Oh, not always. But it can be. A man just makes a lot of things better, or worse. That's why you want to pick the right man. I'll bet you are just about ready for a man right now."

"Gawd,that does sound good, but where are we going to find a good man here?"

"Well, you've heard that a good man is hard to find, right? Well, a hard man is good to find, and I bet I know where we can find one right now."

"Where, the Yellow Pages?"

"No, not this time. I was thinking about that closet over there."

"Dad's?"

"Just you wait.....Frank...Are you still there?"

I didn't know what to do. Did she really want me to walk out naked? She was staring at the closet, and soon so was Tina. I slowly slid the door open and stepped out. I was still nude, and my cock was still fully erect. I stopped two steps into the room, my cock bobbing around in front of me.

Janice sat naked on the bed, smiling. Tina looked startled. She crossed her legs and held a hand over her pussy. One arm tried to hide her breasts. Janice turned to look at her. She was still smiling.

"Tina, honey...I don't think you have anything that Frank here hasn't already seen. He's been here the whole time."

"What is he doing hiding in your room?"

"Three guesses, child."

"You and he??? Here? When I got here?"

"Yep"

"But what about Daddy?"

"Your father and I have an arrangement. I keep him happy whenever he wants it, and he doesn't ask me what I do when he is not around. He is not a young man anymore, and he knows I have more needs than he can satisfy. Young Frank has been helping me with that lately. That, and I wanted to check him out as a first partner for you. I can assure you he knows how to pleasure a woman. I'd advise you to give him a try."

"Now?"

"Sure. What better time?"

Tina was still trying to cover up, but she was staring at my cock. A smile began to crack the surface of her face. And she dropped her arm from over her breasts. Her legs opened again and that hand peeled off, too. She now had a full smile, and I had a great view.

"Come here Frank. Have a seat between us."

I plopped down on the bed, with Tina on my right and Janice on my left. Janice used her hand to push me down on my back. Then she reached over and began to stroke my cock.

"All right, child. Let's take a hold of this thing and see how you like that."

Tina was very tentative but shortly she took hold of my guy. Wrapping her hand around him, she gave a little squeeze. When he twitched back, she jumped and dropped him. Then she giggled.

"It moved!"

"Oh yes child...it is very much alive. Right Frank?"

"Yep."

"Go ahead child and grab him again. Now, slide your hand up and down, slowly. See that clear fluid leaking out of the tip? Spread that around the red part with your fingertip. It's slippery, and it will help you pleasure Frank without being too rough."

Janice leaned over and dribbled her saliva onto my cock, and she showed Tina how to spread it around to lube up my guy. She must have noticed I was enjoying the attention, so Tina began stroking faster. I was staring at her tits as her exertion set them jiggling. She was smiling. Janice moved Tina so she was kneeling between my legs, and following Janice's directions, she was stroking me with two hands. I watched the show she provided me, and that had an effect on me too. I felt the burn begin, and soon enough I knew I was going to come. I looked up to Janice and she nodded yes. Finally, I could hold out no longer, and as my cock swelled in Tina's hands, I groaned and strained and then released the deluge that rained spurting cum over Tina's arms and breasts. Tina just laughed.

"Oh my gawd! That is so cool!"

"Yes, that can be super fun child. As soon as you wipe yourself off, come lay down here again, and we'll see what Frank can do to you that you might like more than your new vibrator."

Tina was sponging the cum drippings from her skin using my t-shirt. Then she hopped onto the bed and plopped down next to me. Janice had me begin by sucking on Tina's tits. That didn't take much encouragement. I leaned over her and wrapped my lips around first one nipple and then the next. Tina was moaning as I massaged her small breasts. I moved up to nibble on her neck for a while. Her eyes closed and her head turned to the side to grant me access. My hand left the well pleasured breast to slide down her side until I reached her leg. Shortly my fingertips were slipping ever so lightly up and down her inner thigh. Her legs slowly opened, inviting me higher.

Her pussy lips were swollen and hot, and wet. She'd already enjoyed a long session with the vibrator, and so she was thoroughly warmed up. My finger slid up and down between the lips, riding over her clit with each stroke. I penetrated her only a little, not knowing what she'd like. Her clit liked it all and she was soon writhing about in ecstasy.

My tongue replaced my fingers, and I was driving her to the edge of insanity, with her rocking back and forth, pressing my head into her, crying out and moaning and flaying about on Janice's bed. Every part of her I touched trembled and twitched.

My cock had returned to full size, and with just a little teasing by Janice's fingers, I was ready for more. I moved up until I hovered over Tina. Our eyes met, and she smiled and nodded to me. My cock slipped slowly into her tight wet slippery hole. Her eyes shot wide open, and she grimaced and then she relaxed and grinned and the pleasure contorted her face again. I began to move inside her. With each stoke she grunted, and then she built to another climax as I worked her harder. She came again and again as I pummeled her pussy with my cock. She spoke in tongues or something else as she was overwhelmed with the pleasure. Her head lolled from side to side. Her legs wrapped around my back and her fingernails tore into my back. And then with a final screech, she went limp beneath me.

I took a few more strokes and then it was my turn, and I pumped my cum into her as my ears roared and I grunted and the sweat fell from me to her beneath me. And then I collapsed upon her. We couldn't move for a bit.

When I came to, Tina was asleep on her back on the bed, naked and still wet with sweat. Janice was working the vibrator on her crotch, and coming loudly. I rolled over to lick her pussy for a while, and she didn't mind.

Eventually I had to get dressed and leave. I had another lawn to mow across town. Tuesdays got a bit more complicated after this, for I didn't know who would show up with the lemonade when I was done. Sometimes Tina came to my aide, and sometimes Janice. On those days when both were there, I was always late for the next job. It was worth it.