Master Summer Project
Lorn Skye
Master Summer Project
Written by Lorn Skye
© 2023
Cover photo by Magic K. Downloaded from Pexels.com on 5-Jan-2022
Chapter One
It was the summer after my sophomore year of high school and I was starting my summer job working lawn maintenance. Like many aspiring entrepreneurs, I had started close to home, recruiting my neighbors on the cul-de-sac to be my first clients, making the street my showcase for potential clients. At least that was my grand plan going into the summer season!
I was working on my third yard of the day, the end house on the cul-de-sac when my story begins. Jennifer Smith lived in the large house at the end of the street, and when I had knocked on her door back in the winter to offer my services I was prepared to do her yard for free just to have the entire block. Ms. Smith was a widow, the subject of a tragic story of her husband being killed just six months after their marriage by a drunk driver. He had been on his way home from a deal that had seen him sell his start up tech business for hundreds millions of dollars.
Now Jennifer was all alone in that big house and she rarely came out. I had already helped her out a few times since the funeral, shoveling her drive after the big snow storm and helping her clean up a few limbs after a bad thunderstorm.
But I wasn't doing it all just out of the goodness of my heart! No, not at all, because did I mention that Jennifer was drop dead gorgeous.
She had married young, just out of college to an older husband, so she was only 6 years older than I was. On her one trip out of the house every morning, she ran several miles. If you wanted to see her run, or see her at all really, you had to get up early. She was usually hitting the pavement before 6am every day.
Of course, I made it a point to be up, looking out the window, especially in the summer because she ran in a sports bra and some tight shorts and she had a figure that would be the envy of a swimsuit model. She featured prominently in my fantasies, even if I did feel a bit guilty about her widow status from time to time.
Which brings me back to why I was willing to do her yard for free. When I had knocked on her door back in the winter and offered my services, she had insisted on hiring me for the full yard services package and paying me the full price.
"You've been so helpful to me and I have this huge house and yard to take care of and I can certainly afford it," she laughed, a bittersweet laugh that belied the smile she had pasted on her face when she had answered the door. I had protested, but she had insisted, and to be honest, I'm not sure I protested very well. While I wasn't usually flustered talking to pretty girls, Jennifer was another matter altogether, and I will admit that I was a bit enthralled by her looks. In the end, the customer I was willing to accept as charity had turned out to be my best paying customer.
So it was that on that early May afternoon, I was trimming the hedges around the back of her house despite it being the wrong time of year to do so because it was something that hadn't been done in a while due to the death of her husband.
I was immersed in the bushes, happily pruning away with my pruning shears, not realizing that I had worked my way close to the back door. When it suddenly swung open and hit me right in the head, it caused me to jerk and fall, sending the thick branch I was cutting straight into my leg. The angled cut I had been forced to use made it a perfect spear point, and the force of my fall had pushed the limb all the way through my calf muscle as I fell onto it.
I'd like to say that I was manly and shrugged off the pain, ripped out the limb, and kept working, but the reality was I screamed and dropped to the ground clutching my leg. I don't think I cried, but a teardrop two may have escaped my eyes as I lay there bleeding.
When I finally got myself under control, I noticed that Jennifer was kneeling beside me rocking back and forth and crying. She was muttering something that I couldn't quite understand.
"Oh God," I cried out as I tried to sit up and pain shot up my leg.
Jennifer sobbed loudly and her head dropped to the ground and I could finally understand her as this put her head right by mine.
"I'm so sorry Sir," she kept repeating, “Please tell me what to do."
"Stop sitting there and go get some towels and ice bags," I muttered angrily, not really knowing how to react.
Jennifer was somewhere between an adult and a peer for me. On the one hand, she was an adult. She had been married and owned a house, so I expected her to act like my parents in a situation like this. On the other hand, she was only a few years older than I was and when we talked or when I watched her run, I thought of her more like a peer. While I might have expected her to act more like an adult in this situation, I suppose I just fell into treating her like I would one of my friends from school who was freaked out by the sight of blood.
So I should have been a little surprised when she jumped up immediately and ran into the house and returned a few moments later with a handful of towels and two bags and the ice tray from the freezer.
By now the pain was no longer unbearable and I was able to think a little more clearly. I was assessing the situation and more in control, and since Jennifer seemed to be deferring to me, I just started telling her what to do, realizing that I needed to get to the hospital to get the wooden stick taken out of my leg.
It took a few minutes, but we were able to wrap the towels around the leg with and create a make shift pressure bandage. These were held in place with some duct tape she found in the garage. Then she used the tape to hold the bags of ice around the wound. Jennifer next cut the stick so that only a short piece was left in my leg.
Now it was just a matter of getting me to the emergency room.
Jennifer found my bag that had my cell phone and keys, and I called my Mom while she pulled her car around.
The conversation with my Mom didn't go so well. She was a little freaked out that I was calling to tell her that Jennifer was taking me to the Emergency room and that I needed our insurance information. Later she would tell me that she had visions that I had cut off my foot with the lawn mower, and her hysteria led to her crying and screaming and eventually agreeing to meet us at the emergency room.
Jennifer, meanwhile pulled her Range Rover Evoque around the house literally, pulling up to within a couple of feet of where I sat. She hopped out and ran around to my side of the vehicle, again kneeling beside me.
"How would you like for me to help you get into the vehicle, Sir?" She asked.
Looking back, I should have read more into her tone and manner, but to be fair, I was in a bit of shock by this time. I do remember thinking it was odd for her to be calling me sir, and she kept looking down at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with me. She just knelt there, waiting for me to tell her what to do, rather than take control as I should have expected an adult to do.
Instead I took the lead.
"Stand here beside me so I can pull myself up without putting any weight on my leg," I ordered, and she complied immediately. When I screamed out with pain, “Wait!" she stopped immediately. She just held me despite what must have been a very uncomfortable position for her.
It took a bit of maneuvering, and a lot of pain, but eventually, I got into the car. Once I was settled, I realized that I was bleeding on her leather seats and carpet. So again, I just reacted as I had been in the situation.
"Go get another towel, a large one, to put under my leg so that I don't bleed on your seat." I said.
And again she did exactly as I said, running as fast as she could, returning a moment later with another towel which she wrapped around and under me to keep blood from getting on the seat.
We then headed for the ER and Jennifer drove quickly but efficiently, ensuring that she hit no major bumps in the road. When we got the hospital, she again seemed to freeze, as if she had no idea what to do, so I directed her to pull up to the ambulance bay and go in to get help.
A moment later, she returned, with two men and a stretcher. But before they could roll me away, they told her she had to move her vehicle. This panicked her and I could see the fear in her eyes. I reached out and took her hand.
"Go park the car, then come in and look for my mother. She'll be here soon and she'll be in a panic. Make sure she is alright, then you can both come back and see me. Understand?" I said in as soothing a tone as I could manage.
"Yes Sir, Thank you Sir," she said and then she squeezed my hand before she dashed away.
"You really should go home and get some sleep," I heard my mother's voice echoing through the haze of the anesthesia. "James will get over the fact that his summer business is over, and he'll understand that it was just an accident."
I felt my hand being squeezed. As I continued to awaken from the drug induced haze, it began to dawn on me that they were talking about me, talking about my business! And then what they were saying began to sink in. What did they mean that I wasn't going to be able to work my summer business?
Then the accident and the bleeding that they couldn't stop, and the emergency surgery all came rushing back to me.
"But his business doesn't have to be over," I heard Jennifer reply to my mother. "He just needs to think about it differently. You said that he worked all winter getting those mowers and tools running, and if I am correct, with just one week of work, he has completely recouped his initial investment for you of two hundred dollars, not counting his time of course, and any money he makes from here is profit. I'm proposing that he move to a management position, caring for the equipment and recruiting his friends to do the work. With me marketing the business, I'm certain that we can make as much money if not more than he was going to make before, and even more importantly, he can build a business that he can market and sell to a competitor next year if he so chooses."
"But why would you do this?" My mother asked again. "It was clearly an accident and I'm sure he won't be upset with you. You need to get out and enjoy life, not be working with a teenager on his summer job!"
"Ms. Darein," Jennifer said quietly, "This is exactly what I need. Since Greg died, I've been alone in that big house. I have all the money that I could ever need, but nothing that I've wanted to do with it. Please let me do this this to help your son. This is important to me."
I squeezed her hand as I opened my eyes, and I tried to speak, but all that came out was a squeak.
Jennifer immediately jumped up and ran to get the nurse while my mother was immediately by my side.
"Don't try to talk James, Jennifer has gone to get a nurse. You are out of surgery and doing fine. The doctors said you would recover fully." she said softly in that tone that only mothers can use.
I nodded because my throat felt like someone had shoved a plastic pipe down it, which on reflection, was exactly what they had done.
A few moments later, Jennifer returned with the nurse who dutifully took my vital signs and checked my wound and told them that they could give me sips of water. I smiled gratefully and she nodded, turned, and left the room.
Jennifer gave me a sip of water, and I finally found my voice.
"What happened?" I asked "The last thing I remember was everyone going crazy in the ER."
Jennifer replied "When they got you back and began to unwrap your leg, you started bleeding quite a bit, and seeing that you would need surgery to remove the limb, they immediately sedated you and took you back to surgery. Everything went well according to the surgeon, though you aren't supposed to walk on your leg for several weeks except in rehab."
I groaned and realized that my summer job really was ruined, that the conversation I heard as I awoke was real.
"I'm never going to save enough money to be able to buy a car." I whined.
"We'll talk about your summer business when you get out of the hospital," Jennifer said, the most forceful thing she had said since this event had happened.
I saw my mother nodding, though I knew she didn't agree with Jennifer's plan, so I let the matter drop. Besides, I was hurting and hungry and those items needed to be dealt with first.
I went home the following day, when the doctors were sure that I wasn't going to re-open my wound and that I understood how serious this injury was. Since the limb had punctured a large artery, I wasn’t supposed to walk on that leg, because if I didn't allow it to properly heal, I would always have trouble with that leg. They even told me I could lose that leg. I definitely heard that and promised that I would stay off the leg, take it easy and do exactly as the therapist said.
Somehow, Jennifer also convinced my Mom that she would stay with me so that she wouldn't have to take off work. I'm sure that Mom didn't have to work. When Dad was killed in the service, the life insurance that he had taken out had paid off and mom was well cared for by the monthly check from the annuity that she had bought. But I think she worked to give her some security and a life outside the home. She was very successful at her work, as she had been before Dad died. But some days she did struggle to balance being a single mother and a career woman.
All that to say that when she was sure I would be alright and I wasn't likely to die, and Jennifer was sincere in her offer to stay because, as she put it, she needed to get out of the house more, Mom had put up only a token resistance.
And so it was that I woke up the next morning to the most unusual sight that I have ever seen.
Jennifer was kneeling by the side of my bed, her head bowed and her blonde hair falling forward to cover her face. I lay there just watching her for a few moments, and she seemed to be so still, breathing slow and steady, holding her posture perfectly. She radiated peace and contentment and I hated to interrupt the moment.
She was dressed in a white blouse and a denim skirt, a simple outfit, but on her it looked incredible. It was one of the things that I found amazing about her. She almost never wore pants or jeans, she almost always wore a dress or a skirt, often with these wonderful high heeled boots or strappy sandals that really accentuated her legs. In fact about the only time I saw her wearing something else was when she was running.
But, I had the usual morning urges and so I softly cleared my throat.
“Good Morning. Can you give me a few minutes?” I asked. I was embarrassed that I was going to have to get out of the bed with this beautiful woman sitting there, and all I was wearing was boxer shorts.
As soon as I made a noise, Jennifer scrambled to her feet.
“Here, let me help you,” she offered, standing by the side of my bed.
I’m sure I blushed, because I had an erection and I really didn't want her to see it. If she helped me to the bathroom, she was sure to notice, and even worse, I was certain I wouldn't be able to relieve my bladder if she were to help me.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, James,” Jennifer said softly as she sat on the side of the bed. “I know what happens to men in the morning and it won’t embarrass me. Now let me help move your leg to the side of the bed and then I’ll get your crutches.”
She was so efficient and moving the leg caused so much pain, that by the time I got out of bed I didn't have any reason to be embarrassed. Jennifer made sure that I took care of myself, staying by my side and helping me do all my morning activities, even getting dressed.
And I should have been embarrassed, being naked like that in front of a beautiful woman. I did get a bit engorged as she helped me into my shorts, but being in pain makes sex and sexuality one of the last things on your mind.
When I was finally settled into a chair with my leg propped up, Jennifer got breakfast for the two of us and some coffee. It was then that it became uncomfortable between us. Not when she was helping to dress me, not when she was standing a few feet away as I relieved my bladder, not even while she helped me brush my teeth and hair. No, the tension was now, as we sat here, finishing up breakfast and neither of us knowing what to say.
“Could you bring me the telephone, Jennifer, I need to call my customers and let them know that I won't be able to do their lawns this summer.”
And then Jennifer got that look and tone in her voice again.
“Sir, I know that you are very upset with me for the loss of your business. But I have an idea that could help you.”
I groaned and said quite sarcastically, "How could you possibly help me? Are you going to mow the lawns?"
Jennifer paused and looked down at the floor. In a very quiet voice, she said, "I would if you wanted me to, Sir."
Then she seemed to gather her wits about her and spoke again, this time with more authority in her voice.
"What I was going to suggest was that you recruit one or two of your classmates to do the mowing and physical labor. Then you would concentrate on keeping the equipment running, blades sharp, things like that in the evening, and you and I could work on marketing your services during the day with a website and automatic billing and things like that."
I paused, a bit shocked. She was talking about a real business and I was hoping to have enough lawns to save some money for a car and some spending money. And then I remembered a conversation I'd had with Sarah just before the end of the school year. She'd been jealous of my job, getting to work outside and no employer would seriously consider her for a manual labor job because she was a thin girl, only about 5 foot 4 inches. However, she was a cross country runner and serious weight lifter and I knew she was stronger than a lot of the boys in our class. I was certain that if I called her, she would jump at the chance.
"Alright, so I think I know someone who would pick up what I was doing, but how I am making money in this venture?" I asked.
Well I won't bore you with the details of the business plan she presented to me, but it was obvious that she more than just a hot body and a pretty face. She clearly had earned her degree in business, and in the course of the conversation, I learned that she was in the process of getting her MBA when her husband had been killed. He had been the technological genius, but she had been the brains behind the business.
In short, she figured that if I charged $35-40 per yard, I kept $5-10 of each yard for gas and maintenance and paid the rest to the person doing the work, but expanded my business threefold, I would make the same amount of money that I would have made before. I just needed to find three people willing to do the mowing and not have to worry about the maintenance of the equipment in exchange for a slightly lower per yard fee.
I figured what the hell, and took the phone and gave Sarah a call. I knew she didn't have a job as of a few days ago and maybe I would get lucky.
"So Sarah," I asked after getting the niceties of ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ over with, "I had a bit of an accident and I can't keep my commitments to my lawn care customers over the summer. Then I remembered that you were looking for an outside job, and I was hoping that we could work something out."
"Yeah, I heard about your accident. Are you going to be alright, I mean, is your swimming going to be affected?" she asked.
“I don’t know, the doctors won't tell me much other than I need to stay off of it for a while and make sure the blood vessel heals properly. Which is why I need some help with my lawn care business.”
“Sure, I’d love to help and earn some money being outdoors, but I don't know anything about lawns and lawn mowers.” she replied.
“But you see, that’s the beauty of this setup. I can still take care of the mowers and things like that sitting in my garage. And I can help you by teaching you what needs to be done to the lawns. And you get to keep most of the money, just what I need to keep them running.”
“So how much time are we talking here, because I still have to run and get in my workouts.”
“I’m not looking to add lawns unless I can find someone else, and right now I just have the seven lawns on my street. If you put in two good days and the weather cooperates, that is all you should need.”
“Well, count me in then!” she replied enthusiastically.
We set up to meet tomorrow and go over everything and she could start the end of the week, trying to stay ahead of the rain that was predicted for the weekend.
After that, it was time for my therapy, and Jennifer was insistent that she could manage my physical therapy, at least until it become more intense. For now, my therapy consisted of range of motion activities and some mild massage. It all sounded innocuous enough, but try having a beautiful woman holding your leg to her ample cleavage while she massages your thigh and tell me you don't get erotic thoughts and my gay-dar will ping loudly.
Jennifer started out gently moving my foot in a circle, gently stretching the calf muscle that was injured, and this was none too fun, but in front of a beautiful woman I was gritting my teeth and clenching my fists and trying to take the pain and pretend that it really didn't bother me.
Then she began to do the range of motion activities for the knee and these weren’t nearly as painful. In fact, as she held my leg against her chest and pressed forward, making my leg bend at the knee and hip, with my leg nestled between her breasts, pain was the furthest thing from my mind.
As it was, I was working hard to control the erection that was threatening to burst through my shorts, thinking of everything from my father's funeral to the most embarrassing things to have happened to me.
It wasn't working and I was hard as a rock. But she appeared not to notice, so I tried to play it off as nothing that bothered me.
After going through all the range of motion exercises, Jennifer got some massage oil from her purse.
“Now just lay back and enjoy this, Sir,” she said.
I was a little confused by the change in tone in her voice and once again she had called me ‘Sir’ but when she started to massage my foot with her oiled hands, all rational thought left my brain and my cock threatened to erupt in my shorts, so I returned to thoughts of my father’s funeral to quell my lust.
Yes, my father was dead, had been that way for a couple of years now. He was also a war hero, and had gotten a silver star for his actions saving lives during the Iraq war, the first one. He was a real authentic war hero. But he was still dead. I was very proud of him, but I would give anything to have him back for just one more day.
So normally, thinking about him would quell any reaction, any erection that might pop, but no matter what I thought about, no matter how morbid the thought, nothing could diminish the feelings of Jennifer’s warm slippery fingers gently massaging the muscle of my thigh.
I think I even moaned as she massaged a particularly sore muscle, and I know she had to see my erection because it was sticking straight out in front of my shorts.
And then Jennifer did something that changed both of our lives forever.
As she was massaging my thigh, she continued to work her way up my leg and under my shorts. My leg was indeed stiff and sore from holding it still and not being able to bear weight on it, so the massage did feel extremely good. But instead of working her way back down my leg, Jennifer reached up and ran her hand along my hard cock, moaning as she did.
"Sir, can I please suck your cock," she begged as she slowly stroked my cock with her warm hands.
My voice failed me and all I could do was nod, but nod I did, and vigorously. She respond eagerly, pulling down my shorts and inhaling my cock in one steady motion, not even pausing when the head of my cock hit the back of her mouth and then slid into her throat. She then began to bob up and down on my cock, the head of it entering her throat on each thrust, and twisting her head with each thrust giving it a corkscrew like motion.
It was one of the best feelings I have ever experienced, and as a 16 year old boy, I didn't last long with those sensations overwhelming me. In under a minute, given the stimulation of the massage, the visual stimulation of Jennifer holding my leg against her chest, and now the deep throat action, my cock was swelling and then spurting cum down her throat.
As I finished, she held my cock softly in her mouth, gently sucking it and cleaning it with her mouth. The gentle stimulation kept me hard, and after a few minutes, I responded by beginning to move my hips, pushing more of my clock into her mouth.
This caused her to moan loudly, and then she deep throated me again, holding her head down and swallowing several times, sending some lovely feelings through my cock. Without thinking, I reached down to hold her head still when she hit a particularly sensitive spot, and this caused a load moan to come from her and she started quivering all over.
I could smell her arousal now and I wasn't thinking, I was going on going on instinct. My hand was tangled in her hair and her mouth on my cock was threatening to overwhelm me again. I thrust up with my hips, forcing my cock into her throat and holding her head down as I pumped my second orgasm of the day directly into her throat.
And then I realized what I was doing and I immediately released my grip. But instead of coming up gasping for breath, she kept swallowing and moaning and quivering. Soon enough, my cock was becoming too sensitive for the sensations she was causing and I reached down to pull her head away from my cock.
“I’m too sensitive now, you need to stop.” I said as I gently pulled her head up. And when she resisted and swallowed again, sending an almost painful sensation through my cock, I reacted and grabbed her head by her hair and pulled her up forcefully.
“I told you to stop!” I nearly yelled.
And I swear it was like something off the internet, in fact it was far better, because she had a huge orgasm just then. Her back arched and she reached under her skirt and screamed, her whole body shaking as I held her head, too in awe to realize I was still holding her hair in my fist.
When I did realize that I had her hair tangled in my fist, I immediately let go and she collapsed onto my chest, her arms wrapping around me. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her and held her as she continued to shake until she grew calm.
And then she turned her face up to me, her bright blue eyes shining with unshed tears.
“Thank you so much, Sir. I knew you were the one from the first time you came to help me shovel snow.”
And with that, she moved up to kiss me, sensuously moving her body over mine. Unfortunately, her foot hit my calf in the process, causing pain to shoot up my leg. I bucked her off me in reflex to the pain and she ended up falling off the bed. And then, despite the tensions, sexual and otherwise, in the room, we both started laughing hysterically. Beyond the mortification of tossing aside a beautiful woman whom I had lusted after for a long time and who now clearly wanted to have sex with me, there was the embarrassment at the way I had treated her, pulling her hair, forcing her head down at one point. That wasn’t how modern men were supposed to act!
And then I was still laying here in bed, all exposed, while Jennifer laid on the floor beside me. Not that she hadn’t just given me a thorough examination, with her tongue nonetheless, but still, I was naked in front of a hot girl!
Chapter Two
Having just knocked Jennifer to the floor after the best sexual experience of my life, I was mortified. As I started to roll over to the edge of the bed and apologize despite the pain in my leg, I heard laughter coming from the floor.
I wasn't sure, but this didn’t seem like normal behavior, so when the pain was under control, I rolled to the side of the bed. I looked down to see Jennifer sliding her skirt over her hips. She had apparently already removed her blouse because with a sexy wiggle that only women know how to do, she lay there before me completely naked.
When she saw that I was watching, she smiled and stretched sexily.
“Now isn’t this better, Sir?” she asked in the sexiest voice I have ever heard.
With a confidence that I didn't know I had, I answered, “Definitely. Definitely better, and absolutely stunning.”
She smiled, and rolled over to her knees, coming up into a kneeling position. I had seen porn on the internet with women kneeling like she was doing now. She had her knees spread, her arms held behind her back, her chest thrust forward. It was drool inducing. Her body was fit and toned, and I also noticed that she did not have any tan lines.
My cock was rock hard again, despite having come twice already. Here was a beautiful woman, a woman worthy of being a model in a Victoria’s Secret catalogue, and she was kneeling beside my bed in a classic sex slave pose.
Somehow in the middle of the lust addled haze that threatened to overwhelm me, I managed to gain some control, and some rational thought returned to my brain.
“Wait! Wait a minute. Why are you doing this?” I asked.
Jennifer looked down and took a deep breath. She seemed to struggle for a moment to gain control, but I waited, letting the silence build. Finally, she looked up at me and her eyes seemed to burn with intensity.
“Do you remember that big snowfall when you came over to the house and offered to shovel the driveway for me? I had an appointment with the attorneys that day, an appointment to go over Greg’s estate, and I was worried about how I was going to make it to the meeting. Then you showed up and took charge, clearing the drive, getting my car out, getting it ready and making sure I was prepared to drive on the roads.
“Time and time again, you were there when I needed something. And your mother also sings your praises about how you are the man of the house, stepping up your responsibility since the death of your father.”
She paused, and I knew she hesitated not knowing how I would react to the mention of the death of my father, but it was not something that upset me anymore. I nodded for her to continue.
“When I was your age, I was lost, and I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life. When I met Greg, my late husband, we were both still in high school and he was much like you. He was organized, he had purpose, and he got things done. He gave me purpose as well, and I became very successful because of him.
“You are so much like him. I know that I can't be your wife. I don't want to be your girlfriend. But I need you to help me. And in return, I can help you so much,” she ended with a sexual purr that sent shivers down my spine and straight into my cock.
“But you could have anyone,” I exclaimed, sweeping my hand over her body to emphasize my point. “Why me?”
“You’re cruising to be in the top five in your class. You are a regional level swimmer if not better. You have a hard body that make women drool, in case you haven't noticed. You have a witty sense of humor and you talk to people, more importantly, you listen to them. Most of all, you are likely going to get a scholarship to a good university and you have a plan for life and the means to carry it out. I find this incredibly attractive, and while I know this looks like I am just trying to replace Greg, I was with him for a reason.”
There was a fierce determination behind her voice, and while I didn't think that I had a ‘hard body’ I gathered that this wasn't a debatable point in her mind.
Then there was a pause in the conversation as I digested what she had told me. When I looked over at her again, I noticed she was looking hungrily at my cock.
“Sir, there are a couple of other reasons that I failed to mention. Please forgive me for not being completely honest with you.”
“So, tell me before I have to spank you,” I joked, but seeing the look on her face of pure lust, I knew I had made a mistake.
“When you are healed, I’ll make sure to remind you that you owe me a good spanking for not being completely honest with you, Sir” she said. Again, the sex dripped from her voice. “And Sir, while I am being honest, that is one of the things that I failed to mention. You have this knack about you, you are a natural leader and commander, you always seem to know what people want and need just a moment or two before they do. And I find that irresistible.”
She paused, and looking at my cock, she licked her lips before continuing, “Also, Sir, your cock is magnificent. May I please make love to it, to you?”
I think if I hadn't just cum twice then I wouldn't have been able to resist her offer, but I was feeling a bit powerful and a bit full of myself. I wanted to stretch this new muscle a little.
“I take it that you are submissive by nature.” I stated. It wasn't a question, but Jennifer nodded anyway.
“Greg was your Master?”
“Yes Sir. He was my husband, but he had been my Master since high school.”
“And this is what you are looking for in me? I’ve never done anything like that. How do you know I can handle that? I mean, I want to fuck your brains out right now, but I am sixteen years old and you are a smoking hot babe. But to be your Master, to order you around and spank you and tie you up and all that stuff, I mean I’m not sure that I’m into that.”
Jennifer blushed and looked down at the floor.
“I understand, Sir, but I know a bit about what to look for and we will find out together what you like. The one thing you need to understand is that pleasing you brings me more pleasure than you can imagine. I know that is hard to understand, but when you used my mouth and throat for your pleasure just now, I had the best orgasm I’ve had since the last time I was with Greg.”
She paused and took a deep breath. In fact, she took several deep breaths as she tried to get control of her emotions. More time had passed since the death of my father, for Jennifer, it was only a year. I figured I had two options; I could go the sensitive caring guy and hold her and tell her everything would be alright, or I could do what my body was telling me to do and what she said she needed and take charge.
“Jennifer!” I commanded softly, “Look at me.”
Her head jerked up and she made eye contact immediately, no thought in the process, just a reaction that was completely normal for her. I noted the unshed tears in her eyes and the slight quiver in her neck, but I wasn't going to let that ruin our interlude.
“I want to see you masturbate.” I stated, maintaining eye contact with her.
“Yes Sir.” she replied and immediately her hands began to rub over her body, her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples until they were hard, rubbing her hands over her stomach and hips, her eyes never leaving mine.
It wasn't until her hand slipped between her legs and over her waxed smooth sex that I broke the eye contact and watched her fingers tease her clit before she slipped two fingers into her sex.
It was then that she moaned and threw her head back, closing her eyes. She then began to alternate rubbing her clit between two fingers and then plunging them into her sex. She rose up onto her knees and thrust her pelvis against her fingers, her hips making these wonderful circular motions that made me want her riding me when she made those motions.
The only problem was that she was three feet away and I wasn’t supposed to bear weight on my leg, essentially confining me to the bed. But then I remembered that she was mine to command.
“Now, up here, on me!” I growled, reaching out to her the across the distance to make contact with the sexual creature that was just out of reach.
Jennifer did this amazing move where she arched her back all the back to the point where her head was touching the floor, then she flung her body forward, propelling her to her feet and onto the bed in one motion, her hand never leaving her sex and her clit as she climbed onto the bed and straddled me.
When she was positioned over me, she grabbed my cock, and sank herself onto me in one smooth stroke. She then proceeded to do those same motions with her hips that she was making with her hips while masturbating now that she was impaled on my cock. And just as I had imagined, the sensations were incredible.
She moaned the sexiest sounding moan, and then fell forward, her long blonde falling forward creating a curtain that separated us from the rest of the world. And then she peered deep into my eyes and I felt something connect.
Suddenly I felt the full force of her attention, as if her whole being was concentrating on my pleasure. I felt her tighten her muscles in her vagina, something I had read about on the internet, but had never experienced. Combined with her slow undulating movements and the up and down movements as she rode my cock, I felt my control absolutely fail. My cock swelled inside her and a moment later I shoved my hips up as shot after shot of hot cum surged through me and into her.
Her eyes closed with the sensation and I was vaguely aware that she shuddered with each pulse of my cock, her body trembling as my orgasm slowed and finished. She then leaned forward and kissed me, devoured me really.
And being sixteen, almost seventeen as I reminded myself just then, I never went soft, and as our kiss continued, she started to squeeze my cock with her muscles, causing it to harden even more. Then she started that undulating motion that seemed to drive both of us crazy, breaking the kiss, she had to gasp and catch her breath.
Then she leaned down and began to whisper into my ear. “You feel so good. Do I feel good to you? What can I do to make you feel good?”
The husky tone of her voice was something I had never heard before, she was so incredibly sexy, and she oozed sex.
“I’ll do anything for you, Sir,” she continued, “It’s the least I can do. Please, just tell me what you want.”
And then she began to nibble on my ear and her warm breath on my ear sent shivers through my body, and reacting without thinking, I quickly flipped us over, using my skills from wrestling. Suddenly she was under me and despite a bit of pain from my calf, I grabbed her arms and held them above her head.
“Oh God! Yes!” she screamed and started convulsing beneath me.
I watched as this beautiful, sensual creature was absolutely overcome with her orgasm. The muscles in her stomach were clenching and her head was thrashing from side to side. Her vagina was clenching me over and over and I could feel her heat and wetness increasing as I tried to ride her out.
As she started to calm, I began to slowly move inside her, grinding my pelvis against hers, pressing as deeply as I could within her. Instinctively, she spread her legs to allow me in deeper and her heat and wetness caressed my length sending sensations through my body that were unbelievable.
“Use me, Sir. Cum in me, please Sir,” she whispered and started cumming again.
It was too much for me to take and I slammed into her and erupted in yet another orgasm, this one almost painful after so recently coming. I began to see red creep in around the edges of my vision and feel light headed and I fell to the side, trying to catch my breath and escape the sensations that were coming from my cock.
I must have dozed off, because when I awoke, Jennifer was once again kneeling beside the bed. She was closer this time, though, and she was gently rubbing my arm.
“Sir, I am sorry to wake you, but I think we need to change the sheets and I need to get you cleaned up before your mother comes home.”
I looked over at the clock and realized it was already 4:30 pm. If we were going to get the sheets washed, we would indeed need to get going because mom was almost always home before six. And now that he paid attention, the room did reek of sex, and that would certainly raise questions with his mother.
While she was quite cool with the whole adult stuff. With previous girlfriends she knew that I was having sex with them and had even provided me some space to have alone time with them. But somehow I didn’t think that my mom would have the same generosity if she thought that Jennifer was involved.
Jennifer helped me out of the bed and over to a chair. Then she was incredibly efficient at stripping the bed, getting the clean sheets on the bed, opening the windows, spraying air freshener, and even in cleaning me.
Since I still couldn't get in the shower, I needed a sponge bath to get cleaned. While I was perfectly capable of doing this myself, Jennifer wouldn't let me. She dutifully washed me with a warm washcloth and soap, until I was thoroughly clean, and she did check.
She was just helping me back into the bed when I heard my mother come through the door downstairs.
She gave me a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek, and then she was out the door and down the stairs, greeting my mother.
Dinner that evening was an interesting affair. Jennifer had apparently gotten up and prepped dinner while I had slept, a wonderful Asian stir fry that she then proceeded to cook when Mom got home. She had rice and fried wontons that she had rolled out as well.
Mom, for her part, threw together a cherry crumble for dessert and that baked while the three of us ate dinner.
Yes, because Mom insisted that Jennifer stay with us for dinner since she had worked with me all day and then fixed such a wonderful meal.
The hard part was in knowing how to act around Jennifer. It was easy when we were both naked in my bedroom, but here, in front of my mother, it seemed so much more complicated. And I suppose like many teenagers, just a little bit of power went to my head. But the habits and good manners my parents had drilled into me as a kid were also hard to overcome.
As a result, I couldn't seem to talk at all at dinner, unless it was a monosyllabic answer to a simple question. And looking at Jennifer, especially when she would make eye contact with me, just seemed to fluster me even more.
Mom certainly picked up on my discombobulated state, and when I reported that I was tired and wanted to head to bed
It was pitch black in the middle of the night when I awoke with a scream.
I was fighting to hold onto my Dad and I must have kicked my leg because it was throbbing and hurting like hell.
But the nightmare was what was really bothering me. I hadn't had a nightmare about my Dad and the day we found out he was dead in a very long time.
In the dream, he was trying to tell me something, and it was important, but before he could tell me, the two men who had shown up on our front porch to tell us the terrible news of his death, had dragged him away. It was then that I usually woke up screaming for him.
Mom had made me go to counseling for a while after Dad died, mostly precipitated by an episode when I finally admitted to myself that he was gone. I had sat in the living room with Mom and the two officers and listened to them tell her that Dad had died a hero, but it hadn't meant anything to me at the time.
It had been a few months later, I had asked Mom if I could use some of Dad’s tools in the garage.
She had looked at me and smiled.
“Of course you can James, they are your tools now.”
I had nodded and walked toward the garage, when it hit me that he really was gone and I would never see him again.
Mom had held me then, whispering over and over in my ear, “We’ll be alright, we’ll be alright”
And as she rushed into the room to check on me this time, she was muttering the same phrase, although it seemed like it was as much to reassure herself as it was to reassure me. When she did get to the bed, she wrapped me in a hug like only a mother can and continued to whisper her phrase in my ear.
“You’re burning up,” she exclaimed a moment later.
“And my leg is killing me” I replied.
When she realized I was fully awake and the nightmare had passed, she released me.
“I’ll go get your pain medications, but I want to take your temperature as well,” she said as she slipped out the door.
I shifted in the bed until I got a bit more comfortable, until she returned with my medication, a glass of water, and a thermometer.
“Temp first and then pain meds,” she said crisply as she placed the thermometer under my tongue.
A moment later, it beeped, and she handed me the pain meds and the glass of water. I chugged the glass of water and collapsed back on the bed.
Mom fussed about the bed, and then sat on the side of it.
“The doctor warned me that the stress of your injury might bring back your nightmares,” she said quietly. “Add on the threat to your swimming and the possibility of losing your summer business and I’m sure you are a little stressed out.
“But I just want to remind you that the cost of college is under control and if you really need a car, we can discuss getting you one. I just don’t want you to think you deserve one.”
Mom paused and looked down and I noticed a tear running down her cheek.
“Your father and I never had many nice things, and while we worked hard to ensure you never wanted for anything, we never wanted you to have an entitled attitude. He would be very proud of the man you have become.”
I reached over and pulled her down to my chest and hugged her, and she reacted by clutching me tightly. We just held each other like that until her sobs subsided.
“Mom,” I whispered, “If I really want a car, I can just sue Jennifer for my injury. I’m sure she would settle for buying me a car instead.”
Mom jerked up and seeing the joking smile on my face, punched me.
“You be nice to Jennifer. She is helping us out quite a bit.”
“I know, and I am trying very hard to be nice to her while she is her with me but the past few days have been rather stressful, with the injury, losing my summer job, not because of the money but because I had worked to build something you and Dad would be proud of. Then with Jennifer, and everything else that has been happening I think it just kind of over whelmed me.”
And then I realized what I had said and couldn't stop the blush that appeared on my face.
“She is very beautiful, isn't she?” Mom asked.
All I could is nod. And blush a deeper shade of red apparently.
Mom just patted me on the shoulder and smiled her little enigmatic smile that Mothers have that keep their kids guessing just how much they know. She stood and walked to the door before turning to look back at me.
“You be careful James Darein! Don't you hurt that wonderful woman.” She said sternly and then she killed the lights and walked out the door.
I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, sleep coming in bits and fits. Visions of Jennifer being dragged away started to blur with those of my father being dragged away. It was only when the morning light started to shine through my window that I relaxed, knowing she would be there soon, and then promptly fell sound asleep.
Chapter Three
It was quiet in the house when I awoke the next day. I say day because there was barely any morning remaining when I woke. Despite my tossing and turning most of the night, when I had finally fallen asleep as the sun started to rise, I had apparently slept quite soundly.
Now that I was awake, I needed to relieve myself quite urgently. However, my crutches were nowhere to be seen and my leg was exquisitely painful, perhaps the worst it had been since the initial injury. I tried to call out, but got no response, which wasn’t surprising since the door to my room was closed. In fact, as I listened, the house was eerily quiet, and I grew concerned that I had been left alone.
I knew that Mom wouldn’t leave me alone all day, but she or Jennifer may have had to run out for some reason for a few minutes, and I had no idea when they would be back.
Problem was, I needed to go now!
I then remembered I had one of those urinal bottles from the hospital that they had sent home in case of a situation like this. I began looking around for it, and in the process knocked over the lamp. And I still couldn't find the urinal bottle.
I gave up on that idea and started trying to get out of the bed but the pain was really bad and the leg was very stiff from sleeping all night. I yelled out my frustration as I pulled myself into a sitting position.
Jennifer and Sarah burst through the door just then. Jennifer ran over to my side and immediately started helping to pull me out of the bed and put herself under my shoulder to support my weight. It was then that I realized that Sarah was still standing in the doorway.
And a moment after that I realized that my boxer shorts had fallen down my legs and I was on full display to Sarah. To my surprise, and a bit of my embarrassment, she was taking in the view and seemed to be enjoying it.
What seemed like a very long moment but was probably only a couple of seconds, our eyes met, and Sarah shook her head and rushed to my side, lending her aid in helping me to the bathroom. Between them, I was able to quickly cover the distance with minimal pain, and as soon as I was in range of the toilet, I let loose with the stream of urine I had been struggling to hold.
Perhaps it was that I really had to go, perhaps it was the experience with Jennifer yesterday and how I could do this without it being sexual, but whatever it was, all I felt was relief. I was essentially naked in front of two beautiful women, and I felt no embarrassment. I also felt no arousal.
That was until Sarah reached down to grasp my cock and squeeze out the last few drops of urine. And when that was accomplished, she stroked it a few more times.
“You have a very nice cock, James,” she whispered quietly, her voice hoarse and husky.
“He does, doesn't he,” Jennifer agreed, reaching over and trapping Sarah's hand around my cock and forcing her to continue to stroke my cock until it was fully erect and throbbing.
Then Jennifer dropped to her knees and sucked the end of my cock into her mouth, still holding Sarah's hand around the base and slowly stroking it up and down.
I heard Sarah gasp somewhere in the back of my mind, but I had gone into hormone overdrive and suddenly the rational part of my brain wasn't getting any blood flow. All I could concentrate on was the exquisite feelings of Sarah's hand slowly stroking me, matched by Jennifer’s lips and tongue on the rest of my cock.
But then Sarah, who was still under my left arm and helping to hold me up, hug me tighter and rubbed her body against mine, turning her head and whispering in my ear.
“That is so hot,” she husked, her lust evident.
And with that, I groaned and came into Jennifer’s mouth.
When Jennifer was sure that she had all my cum, she kissed the tip of my cock, and then slowly stood and helped me to sit on the edge of the tub. She then grabbed Sarah and kissed her soundly.
Sarah was facing me, and I could tell from the expression on her face that she was surprised by the kiss, but was so turned on by the events, that she had decided to go with the flow. And then her eyes suddenly flew open and she grabbed Jennifer’s head and started vigorously kissing her, apparently trying to stick her tongue down her throat.
All this visual stimulation had the expected effect on me, that of raising me to full mast again. In fact, I was nearing the point that I was going to need some more relief if they didn't stop soon.
Their kiss just seemed to keep going, getting more and more intense, and I noticed that Sarah now had her hand wrapped in Jennifer’s hair, holding her head and pulling her tightly to her, not letting her get away. I could also see the effect it was having on Jennifer, how she was writhing against Sarah, grinding her crotch against the girl. But in fact, Sarah was doing the same to Jennifer, and I began to wonder if Sarah had been harboring some same sex tendencies.
Finally, Sarah released Jennifer and they both came up gasping for air. Seeing their flush faces made me moan with my own arousal.
Jennifer turned her head, and with a sly smile, and a sexy purr said, “I like your friend, Master!”
Sarah stared for a moment.
“Is that what you like?” She asked softly.
Jennifer smiled sadly and turned back to Sarah and kissed her softly. She whispered something softly to her that I couldn't hear, but the mood in the room seemed to change. Jennifer quickly knelt at my side and whispered in my ear.
“If you can be patient with me, and not push Sarah too much right now, I swear I will make it up to you.” She begged quietly.
I nodded, and Jennifer turned to get the washcloth from Sarah and began to wash me off since I still wasn't supposed to take a shower. She and Sarah then helped me wash my hair over the tub, and finish getting ready, even making sure I brushed my teeth and put on my deodorant. Jennifer even shaved me very carefully, softly caressing my face after every stroke of the razor which threatened to cause the sexual tension in the room to escalate out of control.
Soon enough, we were done, and after helping me dress in some athletic shorts and a t-shirt, I managed to make it down the stairs with only Sarah there to help ensure the crutches didn't get away from me. Jennifer had gone on ahead to prepare some breakfast for me. Soon we were all sitting down around the table drinking coffee.
“So, you were going to tell me about the lawn care business,” Sarah prompted, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled in the room since I had finished my breakfast. I nodded as I swallowed the last bite of food, and with a final swallow of coffee, started talking.
A few hours later, Sarah was sweaty but smiling, her grin stretching across her face.
“So, if I get more lawns myself, you’ll let me keep more of the money?” She asked again.
“That’s right,” Jennifer replied before I could say anything. She had described the payment model and had laid out the incentive model for recruiting new accounts. She had also added a finder’s fee for other workers and the predatory gleam in Sarah's eyes told me I might soon have an army of workers and half the city’s lawns if she could get her way.
“Remember we only have 3 mowers right now,” I reminded them. “I need to make some money before I can buy another mower, and we need to establish that we do a good job over time.” Sarah nodded and seemed to think about what I was saying. Jennifer just had a knowing grin on her face.
“Alright, so you can get started tomorrow with the first of the lawns,” Jennifer said with finality. She started to pack everything back up and she and Sarah made sure it was ready for tomorrow. All I could do is sit and watch, they didn't even have any questions for me.
And then they came over and helped me up and back into the house, getting me onto the couch and making sure my leg was comfortable. Sarah said her goodbyes, giving me a kiss on the cheek and a longer than usual hug, before scampering out the door.
After a nice lunch, I was dozing on the couch, resting after my morning of exertion in the garage teaching Sarah and Jennifer about my theoretical lawn care business.
I was having this wonderful dream where I felt warm moist hands massaging my aching leg. But then those hands hit a sore spot, and I woke to realize that Jennifer was again massaging my leg as she had done yesterday.
Her hands were covered in massage oil and she was working the muscles in my legs, giving them a deep tissue massage.
When she realized that I was awake, she smiled and then began to work my foot, bending it in directions, stretching it out and making me groan with the pain and pleasure of it all. The disuse of my leg after years of daily swimming was definitely having an effect.
Then she placed my foot between her breasts and began to gently massage my calf, around where the branch had skewered me.
And then my mind registered that she placed my foot between her breasts, her naked breasts!
Despite having seen her naked yesterday, despite the fact that she had already given me head this morning, despite sharing my cum with Sarah, Jennifer was still exceedingly beautiful. Yet somehow, I had completely missed that she was kneeling on the floor beside the couch, nude, massaging my injured leg.
My erection was immediate and painful. Jennifer noticed it immediately.
“We’ll deal with that in a few minutes, Master, I need to finish your massage.” Jennifer said quietly, almost meekly. “Sarah told me how important your swimming is to you, how you are likely to get a scholarship to college, and I won't let my clumsiness get in the way.” She finished with a certain determination in her voice.
And for just a second, hearing the tone of her voice, I was glad she wasn't my swim coach.
Methodically, she finished massaging my leg, working every muscle in it, the pain and the pleasure commingling. Every sensation she seemed to create went straight to my cock, making it harder and harder, a pool of precum pooling beneath the head and drenching my shorts.
Done with the massage, she wiped the massage oil off her hands and then then gently grasped my cock. Just the feel of her warm soft hands had me near to the edge of cumming, but then she upped her game by throwing her leg over me torso and impaling herself on my cock.
The tight wet and hot sensation of her sex and it enveloped my cock was incredible, and as much as I would like to tell you that I held out for hours, I came almost immediately after she was fully impaled on my cock.
And then I watched her cum, triggered in part by my cock spurting inside her. The sight of her chest and neck flushing from her sexual arousal, the fluttering of her sex around my cock and the sensual sounds she was making kept me hard and soon I was moving under her.
When Jennifer recovered a moment, she began to ride me, sliding slowly up and down my cock, her sex seeming to grasp it with each upward stroke. She leaned down and moaned into my ear, then kissing my neck as she shook all over and appeared to come again.
“Oh, thank you Master,” she cried out, as she came again, “I’ve had more orgasms with you in the last couple of days that in the years since Greg died!”
I clutched her to me, suddenly feeling a bit guilty, wondering if I was taking advantage of her, of her vulnerability. I think I even started to go a little soft as she held me and whispered repeatedly, “Thank you!” Then I felt her seem to grasp my cock with her sex, squeezing it with her internal muscles over and over as she moved in circles on me, rubbing her clit between our pubic bones. It was a bit of a unique sensation and had me rock hard and on edge again in moments.
When I felt like I was going to burst if I didn’t move inside her, I grabbed her hips and started to lift her up and down. Soon she was screaming out another orgasm as I manhandled her and a moment later, I joined her in orgasm.
Jennifer collapsed on top of me and we both dozed off to sleep.
I woke to the sensation of something warm and wet on my cock and I jerked to the unusual sensation. Of course, that did two things: it made my leg start to throb and it dislodged Jennifer from my cock where she had been licking the mixture of our cum from my cock.
Once again, Jennifer ended up on the floor, and I was moaning in pain. The combination of time since taking anything for the pain, the activity of the day, and the sudden jerk and started it throbbing again.
Jennifer chuckled as she got up off the floor.
“I suppose I should learn to hold on when I am on top of you,” she said with a smile.
“I’m sorry,” I cried out between moans.
“Shhh,” Jennifer whispered as she bent over and kissed me. “You need another dose of ibuprofen and an ice pack. Then I’ll get you cleaned up so you can get some rest before your mother gets home.”
And with that, I watched her naked ass walk away. I knew I was hurting when I couldn’t even really enjoy that sight. Nor did it cause its usual reaction!
Once Jennifer had me situated and re-dressed, I took a much-needed nap while she went to the kitchen and started to fix dinner. I was surprised that Mom was allowing her to do this, but
Jennifer had assured me that they had discussed what she was going to cook.
Honestly, I was too tired to protest. Worse, I was already starting to get hungry.
And so it was that I drifted off to sleep to the sounds of Jennifer stirring around in the kitchen, a rather comforting sound.
“Thanks so much for staying with him,” my half-asleep brain heard as I drifted to consciousness from the depths of sleep.
“It really is my pleasure,” I heard Jennifer reply. “It is a good reason to get out of the house and he really is a great guy to be around, so mature for his age.”
“He is, isn’t he?” my mother replied. There was a gap in the conversation and just as I started to open my eyes, she continued, “He is a lot like your Greg, isn’t he?”
I heard the spoon clatter to the floor and assumed that Jennifer must have dropped it.
“Mrs. Darein, I am truly just trying to do what I think is best for your son.”
“So, you think you are the best for my son?” she asked.
“All I can promise is that I will do everything in my power to ensure that he is happy. I won’t be his wife or girlfriend. I won’t stand in the way of him experiencing all those things. But I need him, and I think he needs me. We’ve both suffered great loss and been deeply damaged by that. But we can help each other, I know we can.” Jennifer answer with as much passion as I had heard from her.
“He’s all I have, you know,” my Mom answered quietly, so quietly I could barely hear her. “He is so much like his father, and I love him so much. I know that I eventually have to let him go.”
There was another long pause and I opened an eye to see Mom and Jennifer hugging.
Jennifer saw me and smiled, but then hugged my mother even tighter, and I heard my Mom whisper, “I suspect my husband and yours had more in common that we realize.”
Knowing that I didn’t want this conversation to go any further, I stretched and pretended to awaken, inwardly chuckling as my mother quickly broke away from Jennifer to come check on me.
“How are you feeling?” Mom asked as she sat down beside me.
“Better now, I think I over did it a little earlier.”
“Jennifer was telling me about Sarah taking over your lawn care business and how you were showing her how to operate the equipment. Just be careful and give yourself time to heal.”
I nodded and she leaned over to kiss me.
“Dinner will be ready in five minutes. Do you need help getting to the bathroom?” she asked.
“If you can just help me get up on my crutches, I think I’ll be fine.”
I woke early the next morning.
It wasn’t actually early for me, it was my normal time to get up and head to swim practice. Since I couldn’t do that, I found myself laying in the bed thinking about yesterday and waiting for Jennifer and Sarah to arrive. I also spent a fair bit of time wondering what this morning would hold when they did.
Dinner had been a very relaxed and pleasant affair. I had been worried that Mom and Jennifer would try to embarrass me, but it had felt comfortable, like family dinners used to feel. Mom had even allowed me to have a glass of wine with the lasagna that Jennifer had prepared, but that had just made me sleepy. So after watching a bit of TV with them, I had headed up the stairs for bed with Mom’s help.
And despite the nightmares of the previous night, I had slept soundly, not have really any dreams at all.
When I heard the shower shut off, I knew Mom was up and could come help if I needed it, so I tried to sit up on the side of the bed. The leg was feeling much better and the swelling was much better as well.
Surprisingly, it went well, and I was sitting on the side of the bed with no problem. The leg throbbed from hanging down and blood pumping into it, but I was pleased with the progress of just a couple of days. I wiggled my toes as the therapist at the hospital had indicated, and then worked my ankle up and down and round and round until the pain in the calf muscle was starting to be unbearable.
I thought that if I could sit like this, perhaps I could at least work out my upper body and not lose all my training. I made a mental note to talk to Jennifer about that. I was certain that she could figure out a solution once I mentioned it was something I wanted to do.
Not that I wanted to take advantage of her, but something told me that giving her a goal like that would make her happy.
Then ever so carefully, I grabbed my crutches, which I had ensured were within reach, and carefully made my way to the bathroom where I was able to relieve myself and even get around to washing my hands and face.
I was headed back to bed when Mom stuck her head in the door.
“I thought I heard you banging around in here,” she said quietly. “You doing alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered. “Just woke up and trying to get moving. I can’t afford to spend all day every day laying around.”
Mom leaned against the door and I could see that she was still nude save for a pair of panties. We had always been comfortable in our home with our bodies, walking around naked and not thinking anything about it, but seeing Jennifer the last couple of days had me comparing the two of them and
I realized that my mother was quite attractive.
No, not in that way! I wasn’t aroused, but more like the analytical part of my mind was making an observation that I knew subconsciously but had never fully processed.
And then in that way that mothers have she said, “So how do I compare to her?”
And then she posed with one leg bent forward and on her toes. Her hands were laying on her thigh so that her upper arms pressed her breasts up and out.
I should have been embarrassed, mortified even, but I had been thinking exactly that thought, and it wouldn’t be fair to Jennifer to deny that there was something between us, even if I didn’t fully understand it. Instead, I manned up and replied as strongly as I could.
“You know that you look awesome, Mom. The multitude of men who stop and check you out should remind you of that on a daily basis.”
And then it was my mother who was blushing, something I couldn’t remember ever seeing before.
She shook her head and looked at me, her hair flowing around her face as she held her pose.
“You are going to be a very dangerous man, just like your father.”
And then I went and showed just how dangerous I was by tripping as I tried to get back to the bed in order to get dressed. Of course, I banged my leg on the way down, causing me to yell out in pain. Mom was at my side instantly, grabbing me and trying to help me up, to get off the leg, but she wasn’t able to lift me. In fact, all she was doing was preventing me from being able to push myself up off the ground and in frustration I barked at her.
“Just let go for a second!”
“Yes, Sir!” she answered, almost automatically and sat back on her knees in a pose that was eerily similar to the one that Jennifer had adopted the day before yesterday.
I was almost up and in the bed when that thought hit my brain, causing me to almost lose my balance again!
It was almost the same time that Mom realized how she was sitting, but worse than that, she realized that as I looked at her, I realized the significance of the pose she was holding.
I finished pulling myself up into the bed and turned to sit on the side of the bed. Mom was still sitting in her kneeling pose. She was breathing slowly and deeply and keeping her head bowed, her posture nearly perfect, an almost exact replica of Jennifer.
“May I speak Sir?” She asked quietly.
I was freaking out. My mother was a submissive the same as Jennifer! Despite feeling a bit light headed, I managed to hear what she was saying.
“I’d like to discuss this with you, if you think you are up for this conversation,” she said quietly.
Not knowing what else to do, I nodded, not trusting my voice to betray my anxiety and crack in a most undignified manner.
“I think you have now figured out that Jennifer and I share quite a lot in common. It’s one of the things that we have been talking about over the past several days.”
She paused and took a deep breath.
“Sorry, Sir, but this is harder than I thought it would be. I knew this day was coming, and I knew after talking to Jennifer that it was overdue, but it is still difficult to talk to your child about your sex life!”
I laughed out loud and fell over on my side. “Seriously?” I exclaimed “Imagine how weird it is to talk to your parent about their sex life!”
And then I sobered quickly, because I realized that this also meant that we would most likely be talking about my sex life.
And then she did that thing that mothers everywhere seem to know hoe to do, she read my mind.
“Yep, I think it is time we had that talk about your sex life too. But mine first!” And then she did laugh.
“Your father was very much like you, and very much like Jennifer’s husband. I was older when I met you father than when Jennifer met her husband, but the impact your father had on my life was no less dramatic that what Jennifer’s had on her life.
“I was cruising along, happy to go with the flow. Really, I was rudderless in life. I had no idea what I wanted to do. I simply was trying to please my parents and teachers and make as few waves as possible.
“And then I met your father, and suddenly I wanted more. I wanted to make the most of myself to please him, to make him want me. We made a great team, and we made a great son, but when he was killed, I only survived by knowing that I had to take care of you.”
“And now you can take care of yourself, and you have found someone else, and I’m a little jealous!”
I listened to her, and thought about what she was saying. It sounded a lot like Jennifer’s story, though not quite as intense as her need for direction.
But jealous, that made me a little uncomfortable! Sex with my mother was not in my future!
“We are not going to have sex,” my mother exclaimed, watching the emotions play over my face.
I felt the heat rising to my face as I realized that once again, she had done that mother thing and realized what I was thinking!
“On that, I think we can agree!” I responded eagerly. “But how do we move forward. Jennifer and I have a lot to figure out, and I don’t think it is a sure bet that we will end up like she envisions, certainly not if Sarah has anything to do with it. And I want you to be happy too, Mom!”
“I don’t know the answer to that question, James. But we are going to have to figure it out. And sooner rather than later.”
She paused and then looked up at me.
“Don’t think that this means that I am not going to still be your mother. I’m still going to harass you about your homework, and your chores and everything else a mother is supposed to do. It’s just that when it comes to some of the decisions around here, I’m going to look to you more and more to help me, at least until we figure out what our boundaries are.”
“Now, let me finish getting ready and I’ll be back to help you downstairs and we can get this day started.” She said, and then she paused, “If that is alright with you, Sir.”
And despite the ick factor of sex with my mom, the sexy lilt in her voice made me hard. She glanced at my crotch and saw the effect she had on me and gave a little giggle that only made things worse.
I nodded and pointed her out the door, watching her ass sway as she went, thinking that my life had gotten a lot more interesting and a lot more complicated, all at the same time!
Chapter 4
I was sitting on the couch with my leg propped up when Jennifer came over later that morning, Sarah was tagging along behind her. Sarah was supposed to start her first lawns today and I was certain she wanted to get an early start on them, not knowing how long it would take.
Mom had left a few minutes earlier, once she had assured that I was safely ensconced in the living room, with everything I might need for the few minutes until Jennifer arrived. I had humored her pampering after our discussion this morning, as I sensed that she was trying to regain some equilibrium in her role as mother, before heading off to work where she needed to be a leader and decision maker.
When Jennifer and Sarah arrived, they helped me out to the garage where I helped Sarah get the equipment ready to start the day. Once she was underway, Jennifer came over and knelt down beside the lawn chair where I was sitting.
“Do you feel up to a bit of an upper body workout today?” she asked. “I could help you over to your weight bench and help spot you as you lift, so long as you keep to higher reps and lower weights.”
“Are you my trainer now too?” I asked with a smile.
“I’m anything my Master needs me to be,” Jennifer answered with an enigmatic grin.
Not wanting to get into that discussion this early in the morning, I agreed that a good workout sounded wonderful, since it had now been several days since I had done so.
It’s when you are hurt that you realize how much that you use a specific part of your body. Despite the fact that I was working on my upper body, the inability to use my legs made everything that much harder.
By the time Jennifer agreed that I was done, I knew I was done, and I knew I would feel this workout tomorrow. I was covered in sweat, I was exhausted, and I was starving. And then suddenly I didn’t care about any of that.
Jennifer straddled me on the weight bench, after my last set of presses, and bent down and licked my chest and nipples.
“Mmm, you taste good when you are sweaty,” she purred and proceeded to lick over more and more of my body. As she neared my crotch, she purred with delight as she felt my hardness.
“You smell wonderful,” she purred in her sexiest voice. She then ripped my shorts down and engulfed my cock, swallowing it entirely.
I was so primed by this point, I’m ashamed to say that I lasted a total of ten seconds before I was unloading into her throat.
“So, now that I’ve had my protein snack, it’s time to feed you yours,” she said as she slithered up my body. She kissed my neck and then with a final grind of her groin against mine, she rolled off of me and proceeded to help me up and get onto my crutches.
The workout had my leg throbbing a bit, though I wouldn’t have dreamt I could even do a workout a couple of days ago. Jennifer helped me into the den and got me settled onto the couch, with my leg propped up and an ice pack on the wound to help with the throbbing. Then she disappeared into the kitchen where she whipped up a protein smoothie that was delicious.
“So, I had an interesting chat with my mom this morning,” I said casually to see what kind of reaction I would get from Jennifer. Unfortunately, I got no reaction from Jennifer.
“About what?” she asked with absolutely no hint she knew what I was talking about.
“Well, it seems that my father and your husband share a lot of common characteristics,” I paused and let that sink in, “we also talked about how you and she likely have a lot in common.”
Jennifer nodded solemnly, “I suspected that was the case, after watching her around you in the hospital. I never knew your father, but if he was anything like you are now, I am certain he was a wonderful Master to your mom.”
I was a bit stunned at how matter of fact she was when discussing the sex life of my parents. I must have blushed and I didn’t know what to say. A moment later, Jennifer was kneeling by the side of the couch.,
“James, it isn’t all about sex, you know,” she said quietly. “I know that I was aggressive with you this morning, but I thought that you rather liked that aspect. However, life isn’t all about sex, and a Master-submissive relationship isn’t all about sex either, in fact, most of it is about care and comfort.”
Jennifer paused and took a deep breath, “The most interesting thing to me, as I studied dominance and submissive relationships after I met my husband, was how different the personalities are that underlie these relationships. They are the embodiment of ‘opposites attract.’
“Two dominants will always be vying for control, both in bed, but also in life. Submissives, unlike what most people think, are perfectly good at making decisions, they just prefer not to.”
I nodded and thought about that. Mom was perfectly capable of making decisions, as she had demonstrated repeatedly in her job, where she was very successful and was the Senior accountant for the investment firm where she worked. But when it came to decisions around the house, looking back, she had deferred almost everything to Dad.
And lately, she had been deferring those decisions to me. Even before the accident, I had been noticing that she had been asking my opinion on things more and more, and almost always, agreeing with my decisions. I had thought it was just her way of teaching me about growing up and taking responsibility, but now I wondered if there was more to it.
I realized I had been lost in my thoughts and quickly looked to Jennifer, about to apologize for drifting off like that, but I found the most serene look on her face as she knelt by the side of the couch and gently massaged my leg.
“It’s a lot to think about, isn’t it, Sir,” she said quietly.
“It is indeed. I suppose it is kind of like introverts and extroverts. No one is completely an introvert, because even the most introverted person still needs to be around a few other people, and the most extreme extroverts still need some time alone. Doms and subs just are the same around control and decisions, I suppose.”