Gardening at Mrs Chesters ch 2 - Sex Stories

Gardening at Mrs Chesters ch 2

He wasn’t sure how she had convinced him to do it, but now he was collecting his own pee in an old milk carton with a green screw-on lid. The smell was terrible, but over a couple of days he had not far off three pints of it. Trouble was that during the same period he had played with himself a lot. He had so much stuff in his head, he had to get it out one way or another, but he was also careful to make his mess in kitchen roll not the container; he didn’t want it floating around in his delivery to Mrs. Chester. By 9.30am, two days later, he was nearing her house, and it was then that he remembered he had forgotten to bring her watch with him. He had found it helped each time he needed some 'relief' from the tension inside him, to take it and fix it tightly around himself at the last notch. He found that the thin leather bit in quite hard, and somehow that helped. As he thought about it, he realized her watch was probably hidden in his sock draw. “Hello, Jonathan, how was your ride today?” Dorothy smiled cheerfully. “I have a drink for you here if you want to go up and change? Did you bring your bottle?” She half expected him to have forgotten like most boys his age. They only seemed to be able to remember one thing at a time, so she was surprised and delighted when he produced it from a carrier bag in his rucksack. “Oh good. Leave it with me, run upstairs and change and you can use the bathroom or our bedroom again.” Not even considering the bathroom, Jon went directly to ...

... the bedroom, and as soon as he entered the room, his blue eyes went straight to her on the wall. He studied her face, her bobbed hair and then her neck, and slowly dropped down the pear drop gap of her cleavage and all the time her eyes were staring back at him. Anyway, he was supposed to be changing, but as he pulled off his cycle shorts he found them resistant to removal. The waistband had snagged on a quickly stiffening penis. They did come off, but he then had to face pulling on the shorts she had supplied from the first day. Once again their size meant he had difficulty getting into them, and by the time he did, he found -- under the watchful and unsmiling gaze of Dorothy on the wall -- he was quite a handful. Dot unscrewed the cap to the bottle of pee and carefully poured the contents into a small steel bucket in the outhouse. A strong smell of euric acid filled the air. She sighed and wrinkled her nose. She looked at the clear yellow liquid in the bucket. It smelt and looked fine for the job in hand. Then she noticed what looked like gobs of saliva or mucous suspended in it. On closer inspection however she realized what they were. She wondered if this were the remains of a session he had indulged in and that his pee had cleared out, but what must the main load have been like? She pulled a face at the thought. “Disgusting boy!” And what could have prompted such an outburst in any case? Dot returned to the hallway and shouted up the stairs to Jonathan, “If you were going ...