A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... think you should definitely come back tomorrow, young man."

"I can get this done today; I think. You've all been more than generous," he said, wiping his brow.

"Don't be silly, it's way too hot, you need to take a break and pace yourself. Besides, we'll need to mulch and maybe plant a few things, if you're willing. We'll pay you, of course," I said, matter-of-factly.

"It's settled then. I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow," Mom said, with a shameless, lecherous grin.

Mark blushed a bit. "Who could say no, to two such-lovely ladies?"

As Mom and the kids drove off, I turned to him, glistening in sweat. "Why don't you come in and cool off a while. It's gotta be over a hundred already."

"Let me finish this one, and I'll take you up on some more lemonade."

He began to dig the shovel in at the roots and I watched, entranced with his muscles flexing and rippling, as he worked. My mind was back into the mental slide show of his cock pounding me from every imaginable angle and position. My pussy tingled and radiated heat.

I stared hungrily, fantasizing about being taken and ravaged, giving myself willingly to his pleasure. Time stood still, as I devoured him with my eyes. When I noticed his cock stiffening, it hit me, and I looked up to see him smile, knowing exactly where my mind was focused.

When he stood up, my eyes widened as his full hard-on stretched the fabric, needing to be released. My shock must have startled him, and he looked down at it ...

... then back at me, with a slightly terrified look.

"Oh shit, Mrs. Stilson, I am so sorry. It's just having a beautiful woman and in a red bikini looking at me like... I, ah."

"No, I'm sorry, Mark. It's the stress of the move and my mom stoking the flames, I can't believe how I've acted. There's no excuse for it. You just seem so nice, and the thought of your fiancée throwing you aside."

"So, you feel sorry for me...."

"God, no, you're gorgeous! You could have your choice of women." I stopped myself. I just kept getting in deeper and couldn't seem to stop digging. I looked at the ground, red faced. "I'm going to shut up now and go inside where it's cool. Please take a break, come inside, and cool off. I'll get your money and we can call it a day."

"Let me finish this one, and I will take you up on the offer to get out of this heat. I really want to finish the job you're paying me for. I hope I haven't ruined this opportunity, Mrs. Stilson."

"Please call me Amy. Mrs. Stilson is my mother in law," I said, as I went inside. "Nothing's ruined. You haven't done anything but be a gentleman and let a couple of married ladies have a little fun. We just got carried away, and I apologize."

I was angry with myself for letting the cute, little fantasy, Mom helped instigate, grow into a near obsession. At the same time, I had to ask myself why I just insisted he call me Amy. Beyond that, I told myself to get a cover-up and stop antagonizing him. But once again, hungry for ...