Dale starts playing a game with Nancy, and meets Trish.
Based on a post by Krosis, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
"Coffee?"
Dale glanced up as he entered the kitchen to forage for breakfast, only to find Nancy there, wearing a tight t-shirt and yoga pants that showed off her womanly curves. "Oh, uh, yeah, please." He sat at the kitchen table and she brought him a steaming mug, just the way he liked it, with lots of cream and sugar. "Um, about last night, "
"Mulligan," was all she said, a cute smile playing across her lips.
"Right." That was the golf term she used, saying that he had another chance. Kinda like reloading a save game after you made a wrong choice, he mused, grinning back at her.
She served his favorite, scrambled eggs and bacon. As they ate, she said, "Oh, my friend Trish -- you know the lady across the street? -- she asked me to find out if you wanted to make some extra money helping her out around her property."
"The tall blonde?" Dale asked, angling his head to look out the front window. "Do you have her number? I probably shouldn't just go over there."
"Yeah, her." Nancy felt an odd feeling wash over her for a moment, thinking about Trish macking on her renter. "Her number's on the fridge."
That evening, after dinner, Dale was playing video games when there was a knock on his door. "Yeah?" he called up.
Nancy called down, "Okay for me to come visit?"
"Oh, sure!"
Still wearing the yoga pants and tight t-shirt, his voluptuous landlady descended the steps. "I'm bored, what cha doing'?"
He gestured to his monitor. "Video games."
She pulled up a chair and leaned forward to look at his screen. "What kind of game you playing? I used to play Legend of Zora."
"Isotope 78. Kinda an online role playing shooter?"
She gave him an awkward smile and shrugged.
"Here, " he continued playing, thankful that his character was in a safe space when Nancy had arrived, since the online game couldn't be paused. Soon, he found some ultra mutants and started blasting them.
"So where's the role playing?" she asked after the monsters were gory chunks on the ground.
"Not here. I have to go find some people and talk to them. Actually, I guess it's mostly shooting things, now that I think about it."
"Hmm," Nancy hummed, looking disappointed.
Dale exited the game. "Well, you liked Zora, so you're probably more into fantasy than sci-fi? And if you want role playing, oh, I got it!" He clicked about and another game started installing. "Dragon Era. I've played it before, but I can do the hack 'n slash while you make the character and role playing choices!"
"Yeah? That sounds cool."
While they were waiting for the game to download, Nancy asked him, "So, any cute girls -- um, young ladies -- in your classes?"
"I guess," Dale hedged, not mentioning that none of them held a candle to her. "I'm not good with women."
She got closer in order to look at the download progress. It was almost done. "You seem to be doing okay with me."
"Well, I know you. You were my babysitter."
Nancy sat back, feeling old. "Right."
There was a 'Download complete!' message on screen, and Dale grabbed the mouse. "Okay, here we go, "
Soon they were in the character creation screen. "Well, our character should be a woman, naturally," Nancy said, using her hands to draw attention to her womanly attributes. Dale gulped. "Human, Elf, Dwarf? Hm, look at the bazongas on her! Yeah, female Dwarf highborn."
Soon, they had a Dwarf woman warrior that looked a fair bit like Nancy, though shorter, with auburn hair and a chest to make hell spawn weep. Dale set the game to easy mode so the gameplay wouldn't get bogged down with long combats, and they played. Nancy kept her chair closer to Dale's so that she could see the screen better, and he was glad that he had set it to easy mode, as her scent and body warmth were quite distracting.
"Oh, this guy's kinda hot, with that braided beard, can we sleep with him?" she asked.
"Maybe?" Dale answered, and clicked the flirty dialog choice, only to watch their attempt fail. "Hm, guess not."
"Can our character actually have sex in this game?"
"Oh, sure! Once we get the party together, um, " He looked down. Nancy had put her hand on his thigh as she leaned forward, though she was still looking at the screen. He figured that she hadn't even realized that she'd done it, and he wasn't about to attract her attention to it. "Let's get through the character backstory and to the main plotline, and there's I think three characters we can get it on with?"
"Three? Nice!" She lightly squeezed his thigh.
Dale could feel his cock hardening. He wondered if he would get another mulligan if he came in his pants.
Nancy's role-playing decisions were definitely different from how Dale played the game the first time, and he was surprised at some of the results. He was really enjoying playing with her, and the time flew by.
"Oh wow, I gotta get to bed," he told her after glancing at his clock.
Nancy drew her eyes up from Dale's crotch. Her naughty hand on his thigh had had a noticeable and visually distracting effect on him. "Oh, and I was having so much fun."
He saved the game and exited. "Well, we can play again tomorrow, if you want." He turned his head to her but kept the rest of his body still, not wanting to disturb her hand on his thigh.
"It's a date!" she said, and got to her feet, sliding her hand along his upper thigh and hip as she went. "Sweet dreams!" she called back as she ascended the basement stairs.
Dale watched her shapely legs and rounded ass in those heavenly yoga pants as she went. "Good nite, "
Nancy closed Dale's door, turned off the living room lights, and waited, her ear to his door. When she heard the heavy breathing, she quietly opened it again, knelt down, and craned her neck to peep down into the basement suite.
As she had seen before, Dale had pulled down his jeans and was furiously masturbating, the sight of his above average sized cock making her naughty bits quiver. *I* got him this excited, she realized. Carefully, she slipped her fingers into her yoga pants and frigged her clit as she watched the young man pleasure himself. Soon, he grabbed some tissues and grunted as he exploded into them, the sheer volume of his emission too much for the thin paper, and several drops splattered to the hardwood floor. Nancy gasped at the sight.
She saw Dale's head tilt. Had he heard her? she wondered. She quickly pulled her head back and quietly closed the door before sneaking off to her bed to finish frigging herself, Dale's young, healthy-looking member forefront in her mind's eye as she imagined it drilling into her libidinous body.
"Is Trish here?"
The cute strawberry blonde who opened the door across the street from Nancy's looked at Dale with a scowl. "And who're you?" She seemed to be about his age, he figured, or maybe 18. She was wearing what seemed to be an anime-inspired outfit, with a short skirt, thigh-high socks, Chucks, and a half-top that clung to her B-cup tits and showed off her tight, tanned tummy. Her hair was pulled up into high twin-tails.
"Dalemar, Dale," he responded. "She asked me to come over and do some work for her."
The girl rolled her eyes and made way so he could enter. "Probably laying some pipe," she said bitterly.
"Really? I haven't done any plumbing before." Dale started taking off his shoes.
She rolled her eyes again. "Leave 'em on, Mom's out back." Then she turned on her heel and strode toward the back of the house.
Dale couldn't help but stare at the girl's upper thighs playing peekaboo under that skirt as she strolled through the expensive-looking abode. He could almost make out the curves of her ass as it bobbed up and down. "So what's your name?" he asked, making sure to be looking at her face as she glanced back at him.
"Helena." Then she opened the back door, turned to the side, and gave a sarcastic, grand arm gesture for him to keep going on through.
"Thanks," he said, and headed into the grounds.
"Hum."
He found Trish sunbathing in a black one-piece swimsuit by the large ground-level pool. He noticed that the older woman had an hourglass figure, with nice-sized tits peeking out from the low cut lycra, but her legs were her signature feature, looking long and slender as she lay stretched out on a lounging chair.
"See anything you like?" she asked.
Dale started. He didn't realize he'd been staring, or that her eyes were open behind her dark 'Jackie O' sunglasses. "Uh, yeah, this place is great, Trish," he responded, waving to encompass the pool, fountain, and tennis court in the distance. "I can see that you'd need help keeping it looking so good."
She got to her feet. "I was meaning, never mind. Come along with me, Dale." She headed down a path, framed by tall hedges, her flip-flops flip-flopping as she went, and he followed. "Our hedge maze is to the left, and the tool shed to the right. Don't mix them up or you could get stuck for a while." She turned and gave him a coquettish grin.
Dale shook his head and grinned back. The front of the house made the property seem smaller than it actually was, but it seemed that Trish owned quite a few acres of land in the back.
She opened a small wooden building and gestured inside. "Are you used to handling a large tool, Dale?"
Dale stepped up to the door next to her, his nostrils filling with the heady scent of jojoba oil that emanated from her lithe form. The shed had all sorts of power tools for cutting grass, hedges, and even a chainsaw for trees. "A bit bigger than I'm used to, but I think I'll manage."
"Hm, how disappointing," she commented. She had removed her sunglasses and was nibbling on one of the earpieces as she evaluated his form.
He gulped. "I mean, you just need to show me what you want once, and I'll make sure it gets done right after that."
She put her sunglasses back on. "That'll have to do. Okay, come back on Saturday at 11 AM, and we'll see what you're made of, hmm?"
Dale made his way back to Nancy's house. As he opened the front door, he stopped short, as his landlady's rounded ass was pointing up in the air, right at him, her camel toe obvious through her stretched, tight yoga pants.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as she fell to the carpet from her 'downward-facing dog' yoga pose. "Sorry, Dale! I didn't expect you back for a bit. Gotta keep this old bod in shape, or it'll get away from me, ya know?"
Dale blinked, making sure his eyes were still in their sockets. "Nancy, you're not old! You're only, what, 32?"
She got to her feet, and Dale noticed that these yoga pants were more like capris, and she was wearing a tight half-top that barely restrained her D-cups. In fact, as he looked, he could swear that her nipples were starting to become visible through the fabric.
She turned and dropped back into her original pose, her ass up in the air. "Um, anyway, I have to finish this, so, "
"Uh, right, I'll leave you to it." He headed toward the basement door.
"No! Tell me everything that happened at Trish's," she insisted.
Dale felt uncertain about just standing there, staring at his landlady's ass, so he sat down on the couch. Then he blushed when he realized that this was the same couch that she had been laying on when he blasted a load of cum all over her half-naked form.
Nancy moved into the 'triangle' pose, stretching out one leg and arm. "So, "
"Oh! Yeah, I went over there and met Trish's daughter Helena, "
"And what did you think of her?" Nancy asked as she rolled onto her back and lifted her hips and knees up into the 'bridge' pose.
Damn, yoga is really erotic, Dale thought. "Well, my first impression of her wasn't great, but maybe I caught her on a bad day?"
Nancy snorted. Every day was a bad day with that girl, she thought. Oh, Dale, you'd offer a glass of water to someone just so they'd have something to spit at you. You're too good for them. You're too good for me. She plopped her ass to the carpet and sat up, breathing heavily.
He continued, "They've got a really nice house, and their backyard is huge!"
Sighing, Nancy stood up and moved into a 'warrior' pose, her arms raised as she faced her renter. Her face flushed as she realized that this pose pushed her tits out toward him.
Dale continued, trying not to stare at Nancy's nipples as they visibly pressed out the tight fabric of her half-top. "Trish said she wanted me to use her large tools, but Helena said her mom wanted me to lay some pipe? Either I'll be doing a lot of different things over there, or those two don't talk much."
Nancy stifled a giggle. Finally, she relaxed and lay back on the carpet in the 'corpse' pose, letting all her tensions flow away. She closed her eyes and controlled her breathing.
Her feet were facing toward Dale, though, so he was looking directly between her tight, yoga pants-clad legs, wondering if the dark spot he could see there was from sweat. His eyes traveled up to Nancy's tits, her nipples now quite pronounced through the tight half-top.
He got up and headed for the basement door.
"You're going?" she asked, her eyes still closed.
"Gotta, take care of something." Then he was gone.
Nancy smiled and headed to his door to listen and then spy on the young man as he pleasured himself while thinking of her voluptuous body.
More playing of games, and not all of them on the computer.
That night, Nancy joined Dale in his suite to play more Dragon Era. This time, she wore dark blue leggings and a long t-shirt, and brought a couple of vodka coolers. She plopped the bottles on his desk. "You want one?"
"I'm not old enough for a couple years."
She pulled a chair up. "I don't see any cops here, and I'm no narc. C'mon, I don't wanna drink alone." She popped the top of one bottle and held it out to him.
"Okay." He took the translucent pale yellow cooler and took a swig. It was tart, sweet, and lemony. "Mm!"
She took a swig of her own. "Okay, where'd we leave off?"
As before, Nancy got way too close and her hand made its way to Dale's thigh as she focused on the game. As before, his cock got hard from the stimulation. However, unlike the previous night, he was wearing sweatpants instead of jeans, so the bulge was even more noticeable.
Nancy grabbed her cooler with her free hand and finished it off. Dale's was still only half full, so he took another gulp.
"So can we fuck Alain?" she asked him.
"Eventually," he responded. "We can flirt with him for now, but we'll have to help him with his personal quest before we can jump him."
"What about the big guy?"
"Stone? I don't think we can have sex with him."
"It's probably best," she said. "Can you imagine how huge his cock must be, and us being just a cute little Dwarf?"
He snickered. "Ha! Yeah, I, "
Nancy's hand had moved to his erection, and stopped. He knew that she had to be aware of where it was, there was no way that she wouldn't feel his fully erect cock as it throbbed under her palm.
"Keep playing," she urged him.
He grabbed his cooler and, with a couple big gulps, finished it. Then he returned to the game, breathing erratically.
In the game, they went and talked to Mordayn, the witch. "She's kind of a bitch, huh?" Nancy asked. "Remind you of anyone?"
"Um, "
"What do you really think about Helena, Dale?" Nancy's fingers caressed his cock through his pants and he gasped.
"She's, uh, she's cute?"
Her fingers kept moving, making his cock twitch. "Cuter than her mom?"
Dale was still having trouble controlling his breathing. "Um, um, just different, I guess?"
"If you had a choice, which of us three would you fuck?" One of her hands pulled his waistband open, and the other slipped inside his underwear.
"Oh, Nancy, " The game was forgotten.
She grasped his sizable member and stroked it as well as she could within the confines of his clothing. "You said I was the most beautiful woman you've met. Is it me?"
"Ugh, oh, but you're married, "
She moved her mouth to his ear. "Not what I asked, Dale. Would you put this beast into that little cock tease Helena, her skank mother, or, " Her hand moved faster along his shaft, ", into my soft, warm body?"
He turned to her. "You," he breathed, and moved his lips to hers.
As her tongue speared between his lips, he moaned and grunted. She felt his member throb in her hand, and then his hot cum was ricocheting within his boxers. She continued to jack him off, and several more spurts of hot, wet semen filled his underwear and covered her hand.
She broke the kiss. "I have to go to bed now. Sweet dreams!" Then she pulled her hand from his pants and ran for the stairs.
"I, good nite, " he called after her, confused.
She slammed the basement door behind her, pulled her tights down with her free hand, and then did her best to shove as many fingers of her sperm-covered hand into her pussy as she could. As she felt Dale's warm cum being pressed inside her, she came hard and dropped to her knees, doing her best to stifle her cries of ecstasy. She fell onto her back, her body reflexively moving into the 'bridge' yoga pose, her feet on the floor and her pelvis thrust up as she slipped as much of the young man's sperm into her overheated body as she could, cumming continuously. "Uh" she gasped.
Finally, she dropped back to the floor, falling naturally into the 'corpse' pose. Her hand, now clean of Dale's virile sperm, flopped beside her shaking body. Her period was due any day now, she knew, so this crazy, headstrong moment wouldn't have an unintended, lifelong biological consequence that would destroy her marriage.
But what about after her period? she wondered.
"Coffee?"
Dale stepped carefully into the kitchen the next morning. "Please," he responded, watching Nancy's back as she made the hot beverage for him. Today she was wearing a pretty blouse and slacks that nicely cradled her shapely ass.
She handed him the steaming mug and paused. Upon catching him staring at her, she gave him an uncertain grin. "What?"
"Nothing," he answered after a few seconds. "Thanks." If she wasn't going to mention what happened last night, he figured, then he wasn't going to make things uncomfortable.
At school, he kept finding his mind wandering back to the previous night. Melanie hung around during lunch, but she seemed put off by how distracted he was and left.
"You, um, wanna play more Dragon Era?" he asked as he helped Nancy with the dinner dishes.
"Yeah!" she replied. "When are we gonna meet the other characters we can sleep with?"
"One soon. The other's later, depending on where we go."
She took a dish from him and wiped it with the towel. "You want me to bring coolers again?"
He continued washing. "No, you're intoxicating enough."
She gave him a shove on the shoulder. "Oh, Dale! And you said you weren't good with women."
He flushed. Yeah, he agreed in his head, Nancy was so easy to just hang out and talk with.
"Your chairs down there are a little uncomfortable after a while," she said. "Is there any way to put the game on the TV up here?"
Dale was able to hook his laptop up to the TV in the living room, and with some screen mirroring from his gaming PC over the network, plus the use of his extra wireless keyboard and mouse, he was set up.
"Ahh, much better!" Nancy plopped herself down on the couch next to him, on his left side again, so she wouldn't interfere with his mouse hand.
Dale gulped. She had changed into a long t-shirt again, but this time without tights. She tucked her bare, shapely legs under her and leaned her head on his shoulder as they played. Soon, her hand made its way back to his thigh. He had made sure to wear sweatpants again, freshly laundered.
They had barely started playing when she pulled the band of his sweatpants forward and fished his hard cock out. He tried to keep playing, but she took his member in hand and started to stroke it.
Nancy's pussy was very wet now. She had felt his size before, but now she could both see and feel it, and it was amazing. "Have you measured this thing?" she asked as she wanked him.
"Err, no, "
She bent down. "Damn, gotta be eight inches. You're gonna make some woman happy one day."
Dale wondered about that. He wanted to make Her happy. What was she meaning, some woman?
Since she was already down there, Nancy just decided to take his cock into her mouth. Dale gasped and dropped the keyboard to the floor. Onscreen, hell spawn murdered their character, very slowly, since they were on easy difficulty. Neither of them noticed.
Dale had thought that Nancy's hand had been amazing, it was nothing compared to her warm, wet mouth! But it was too stimulating,
"Uh, Nancy, I'm gonna, oh, "
She shoved her head down, taking most of him into her mouth as he came. Her hand slipped below her shirt and into her panties, furiously frigging her clit as she swallowed his hot cum.
"Oh! Ah!" Dale groaned as spurt after spurt of his seed filled Nancy's mouth. Finally, he was spent, and lay back. "Oh, "
She stopped playing with herself, suddenly feeling self-conscious as she gulped down his spend. Kind of salty, but a nicer taste than her husband's, she decided. She tucked Dale's shrinking penis back into his pants.
"Huh, huh, " Dale huffed.
"Oh, we died!"
Dale glanced at Nancy, confused, and then at the screen where she was looking. "Oh, " He grabbed the keyboard and reloaded their last save.
He turned to her. "So, "
She seemed to be purposely not looking at him. "Keep playing," she directed him, her face red.
After a bit more gameplay, she sidled into his arm again. His nose caught the musky scent of her vagina, recognizable from the night that he had accidentally cum all over her, and that had been on the very couch they were sitting on.
"You, again?" she whispered.
Dale looked at her. Her sight was focused on his lap, where his cock had once again risen to full prominence.
Nancy's nipples were incredibly hard. Her pussy was throbbing with need, as she had been unable to cum earlier. She pushed the keyboard to the floor, grabbed Dale's sweatpants, directed him to lift his ass, and yanked them down. Then she climbed astride his lap.
"Nancy?"
"Shush," she shushed him, and reached down to direct the head of his cock under her t-shirt. She was able to situate her panty-covered pussy lips on top of his sizable shaft, and began sliding back and forth along it.
Dale had never felt anything like it. He was pretty sure that they weren't having sex, but the fabric of her panties sliding along the top of his cock shaft was incredibly stimulating, especially after his previous orgasm. "Oh my God, " he moaned.
Nancy knew they couldn't have sex. She was a married woman! She was also a horny woman, very much in need of her own orgasm. She felt Dale's hands tentatively feeling up her braless tits through her t-shirt. "Careful," she advised him, "they're really sensitive right now."
"Can I, ?"
She felt his hands move down and tug at the bottom of her shirt. She nodded, and he pulled it up, above her tits, before his hands returned to them. Her shirt kept falling back down, so she just pulled it off entirely. She was now wearing only her panties, that small bit of fabric the only thing protecting her incredibly slick pussy as it slid along Dale's cock shaft while he gingerly groped her sizable mammaries.
When his mouth moved forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth, she gasped and reached down. She rose up a little, pulled the front of her panties down, and then angled his cock to slide between the fabric and her body. As she started sliding forward and back again, the top of the shaft of his hot, firm cock nestled itself directly between her puffy pussy lips. He's not inside me, she reasoned, so this isn't cheating. God, this feels so good,
Dale moved to lick and suck at her other nipple, and she moved faster upon him. The flare of his cock head was bumping her prominent clitoris as she pushed forward, and she was close. "Yes, yes, " she moaned.
"Uh!" Dale grunted into her tit, and she felt his cock throb between her engorged labia, followed by the feeling of his hot cum bursting into the fabric of her panties. She had worn more protective underwear that night, instead of her usual mesh panties, expecting that it would be necessary if her period arrived. This caused the entirety of his ejaculation to be constrained within her undergarment as she continued to slide along his cock. She felt a spurt shoot back and up along her perineum and ass, and then as she pushed forward, a stray shot hit the bottom of her panties and bounced up, straight between her wide-open vaginal lips. She pulled back, and the next shot blasted her overstimulated clit with warm seed.
"Muh!" she cried out in orgasm, and she mashed her pussy down onto his cock, trapping the head awkwardly between her pussy lips as it fired its last couple volleys of teen seed directly inside her. "Oh, " Her vagina pulsed with pleasure as it sucked that small amount of the young man's cum deeper inside her. She grabbed his face and gave him a smoldering kiss as she shuddered from the last of her pent-up release.
Giggling, she pulled off of him and felt her panties snap back into place, securing his warm load as it pressed up against her sex.
"Oh shit! Did I hurt you?"
Nancy looked down. The head of Dale's cock had a smear of red mixed with the white liquid dripping off of it. She sighed, relieved but also disgusted. "Ugh, my period arrived."
Dale's first day of "work".
Nancy grabbed a fresh pair of panties and a feminine pad. It seemed such a shame to throw away the creamy load of sperm Dale had filled her underwear with, but she needed absorbency now. She had known that her period had been imminent, but would have preferred that it waited just a little longer. Sighing, she rinsed out her dirty underwear and tossed it into the laundry.
When she got back downstairs, she sat back down next to Dale on the couch. He looked at her, uncertain. She sighed again. "Dale, I'm sorry, Michael and I have been having problems lately, and it was unfair to bring you into the middle of this. You're like a son to me, and here I am, molesting you!"
"You, you haven't!" he responded. "Nancy, I wanted this too!"
"You're still a teen boy. You'd have said yes to pretty much any woman throwing herself at you," she countered.
"But, "
"No buts! You're just starting out in life, and I'm interfering with that. You'll find someone your own age, I'm sure. Can we just be friends, Dale?" She held out her hand.
Dale looked hurt, but sighed and shook it. "Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't stronger."
"Stronger?"
He grinned at her. "To resist your feminine wiles."
"Oh, you."
They continued to play the video game, though she made sure that they sat at opposite ends of the couch.
Nancy didn't stop being friendly with Dale, but restrained herself from inappropriately touching him, or wearing overly tight or revealing clothing. Not that she had any interest in showing off her body during her period, which had cooled her ardor like a glass of cold water in the face. She shook her head at the irony of one of the most defining traits of femininity being the thing that made her feel the least feminine.
When Saturday rolled around, Dale headed across the street to Trish's house in shorts and a polo shirt, ready to work. It was Fall now, but they were getting lucky with a final series of summery weekends.
"Ugh," Trish's strawberry-blonde daughter Helena said as she opened the door for him. "She's in the backyard again."
Dale noted that today the slim teen was wearing sweatpants and a half-top that showed off her flat tummy. Instead of leading the way this time, though, she just closed the front door and watched him as he made his way through the house. He found Trish by the pool, once again in a swimsuit, though this one was a more revealing white bikini.
It had been a couple of days since Dale had cum due to Nancy spurning him, and the sight of the older blonde, her body firm and toned, as if she'd never given birth (other than the teardrop-shaped boobs pushing out her bikini top), made his cock lurch in appreciation.
"Ah, Dale, right on time," she said as she rose on those long, shapely legs. "Come with me." She hooked her arm in his and pulled him into the hedge way. However, this time she turned left instead of right.
"Uh, Trish, "
"Ah ah ah," she admonished him. "I'm in charge here, Dale, so you listen to me, okay?" Without waiting for his response, she continued as they strolled into the hedge maze. "So I'm going to need you to go through the maze, here, and look for any branches that are being naughty, sticking out where they shouldn't." She turned left and pointed one such branch out. "Cut them off and put them in the wheelbarrow, which you'll find behind the shed." Now she pulled him down a right turn. Soon, she stopped. "Oh, poo, we should have gone to the shed first. Now we're lost."
"Err, well, actually, "
She turned to him. "We could be stuck in here for days, Dale! We'll eventually starve."
"Um, " Dale couldn't keep his eyes from drifting down to the older woman's healthy cleavage.
She looked down at the erection poking out his shorts. "I'm getting hungry already. Do you have some, protein for me, Dale?"
"Um, "
Trish knelt down and quickly unfastened his shorts. Soon they and his underwear were on the ground, and his thick 8 incher was pointing right at her. She crossed her eyes to take it in, the tip having flopped out close to her face. "Holy shit! I thought you said you weren't used to handling large tools!"
"Oh, I thought you meant, oh, uh!" She moved her mouth forward and took his cock to the root. Nancy had had trouble taking more than half of it, so he was very impressed. "Oh, wow, Trish, "
"Mmm, " she moaned around his member, making him thrill. He had started to have misgivings about this, but with Nancy breaking things off, and this sexy Milf wanting his cock, well, why not? he figured. He closed his eyes, lifted his head up to the warm sun, and enjoyed the expert oral ministrations of his new employer.
Trish moved one hand down into her bikini undies to play with her clit. She probably wouldn't be able to fuck Dale right then, she figured, but baby steps; she didn't want to overwhelm him right away with her tremendous libido. She pulled back, keeping just the head of his cock in her mouth, and then took all of it right into her throat again. Dale gasped, and she did it again and again.
Dale, not knowing what to do with his hands, put them on her head. As he got closer to cumming, he started to push and pull her head a bit. "Trish, oh, I'm gonna, "
She grabbed his ass and deep throated him one last time, gulping in order to stimulate the tip.
That pushed him over the edge. "Oh! Oh!"
Trish felt his first volley of cum go straight down her throat and she started to cum as well, her fingers now dipping into her hot box. As her orgasm calmed down, she backed off to let the rest of his cum fill up her mouth. She gulped some down and then let him go.
Dale staggered back, breathing heavily.
She got to her feet. "Mmm! Scrumptious! Nothing like young cum. Now, head on back to the shed and grab those tools, hmm?"
He nodded, pulled up his shorts, and headed back the way they came, a little unsteady on his feet.
Trish stood there for a moment, listening to the soft gasps coming from around the next corner. She strode over and found her daughter Helena, her eyes closed, leaning against the shrubbery. One hand was down her sweatpants and the other was playing with one of her B-cup tits, the half-top pushed up to give her better access. Trish stepped up to the masturbating 18-year-old, and as the girl's eyes opened, her mother pressed her lips to hers.
"Umm!" Helena gasped, and then her mother's tongue pushed warm liquid into her mouth. Upon tasting Dale's sperm, Helena's orgasm exploded around her fingers. "Huh! Umm!" She broke the kiss and sagged against the wall of the hedge maze.
Her mother wiped the last few drops of sperm from her own face. "Too bad you aren't wearing that cute little skirt today, Helena, or I'd have shoved that cum right up your tight little cunt instead."
"Oh gawd, " Upon hearing that, Helena moaned and dropped to her knees, shaking as another orgasm washed over her.
Her mother stood over her, grinning. "Like mother, like daughter."
To be continued in part 3, by Krosis, for Literotica.
