A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... ladies."

"Well, thank you, sir," replied Mom, with an overdone smile. "I could get used to this."

"So could I," replied Mark, as he drank us in with his eyes.

He went back for his drink and Mom joked, "I think you could use a full-time pool boy, don't you?"

"Hell, yes!" I giggled. "Look at that ass in those jeans."

"It's not his ass I was looking at. He's hung like a... Thanks again, Mark!" she yelled, as he came back out.

I had to laugh at how easily I came around to a stranger having the run of the house.

Mom kept up the conversation with him, as he worked. No question was off-limits, and he seemed willing to answer. He seemed truly devastated by the break-up, and still hadn't fully recovered. His ex was already engaged again, but he was still not ready to think about anything serious. He'd been out of work for almost two months but had a lead on a potential full-time slot that could start next month.

When the kids woke up, they had cereal and were ready to hit the pool. Mark continued to work while Mom and I played with Caleb and Ashley. Caleb was five and would start kindergarten this year, and Ashley was three and a half. She loved and idolized her brother, and thank God, he felt the same. I knew that would change some day, but for now, he loved to play with little sis.

Mom and I swam with them, and after a bit, Mom, of course, took the opportunity to flirt.

"Hey, Mark, you look awfully warm. Sure, you don't want to cool off?" she ...

... yelled, then whispered to me, "No need for a bathing suit."

"Mom!" I looked at her in disbelief.

"You know, I can honestly say, I have never been invited to swim by two bikini-clad babes in my life. Thanks for making my day."

Mom giggled and I just blushed, as usual. Luckily, he laughed it off and got back to work. She, of course, continued to interrogate him and, it seemed, he really had taken the break-up hard. He had only been on three dates since, and none made it to a second.

The kids had just eaten breakfast and Mom had some cereal with them. I was getting hungry, so I offered Mark a sandwich, while Mom stayed with Caleb and Ashley in the pool.

We sat on the barstools at the kitchen counter and ate.

"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you and Steven, I mean Wayne. I'm sorry I keep saying that. It's just that's what he told me his name was, at first. I think he was reluctant to give his real name to a stranger, even though he was helping me out with a problem. Anyway, I am grateful. And I hope to repay your kindness someday, Mrs. Stilson."

"Call me Amy, please. There's nothing to repay. We're paying you to do a job. It's not charity at all," I said, touching his hand that lay on the counter.

I'm still not sure why I did that, but he didn't move his away, and I held it there, afraid to pull back and acknowledge my mistake. Then it became--awkward. My hand rested on his, as we sat next to each other. His brown eyes seemed to carry the sadness of his ...