The next morning I woke up to a couple of texts. The first from Bailey telling me she could not wait to see me tomorrow for our date. The other was from her mom.
"What a BIG load! I wish I was there to clean you up last night. I'm looking forward to our next time together 😘."
What I had thought might just be a one-day thing was going to be anything but with Mrs. Shaw. While I was worried about what could happen if I met up with her again and was caught, my brain between my legs had other ideas as I had gotten partly hard thinking about yesterday. It didn't help that I have had a small crush on the mature blonde woman for the past five years since she got her breast implants.
After getting dressed, the smell of breakfast had waffled upstairs and meant only one thing. My Dad wasn't going into the office for work and probably had a round of golf scheduled for later in the morning or early afternoon.
My Dad was just setting down a plate with a cheese and veggie omelet, sausage patties, toast, and fruit at the kitchen table.
"Perfect timing. Grab something to drink and enjoy," he said.
After a few minutes, my dad asked, "how are things going with your pool cleaning?"
"It's going well. I have six regular clients that I clean every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday," I said before taking another bite of food.
"Just six clients and only three days of work? Cole, when I okayed you doing pool cleaning as a summer job, I figured you would have at least 10 pools you'd be cleaning."
"I'd just thought I would follow in your footsteps and enjoy four-day weekends," came out of my mouth before eating more of my breakfast.
My Dad's fork clanked off his plate and he gave me a stern look. "I've worked my ass off to be able to have a job that allows me a flexible work schedule. YOU have a summer job cleaning pools and should have more than SIX clients. In the next two weeks, you need to have at least four more clients. If not, then I can set you up with a job in the mailroom at my office where you can put in five, eight-hour days."
"Okay, okay. I'll work on finding more clients. I really don't want to work in the mailroom," I said right before my phone started receiving multipole text message notifications.
"Good," my dad said. "Has to be some pretty big news for all those text messages at once."
Pulling my phone from my athletic shorts pocket, I saw that I had five texts from numbers I didn't recognize. Opening the most recent one, I was surprised a little by the message.
"Hi Cole, my name is Kate Hamilton and I got your number from Jennifer Shaw. She said you were cleaning pools this summer and my husband and I would like to hire you. Let me know your availability and when you can start."
I read the other four messages, and they were all asking about my availability to clean their pools. Looking up from my phone, I said, "Well, it looks like I won't be working in the mailroom this summer. Just got five new clients."
"Seriously?" my dad said.
"Yes. Apparently, Bailey's mom recommended me to all of them. I told her yesterday that I only had five other clients. Guess she decided to help me out."
"That was nice of her to do. I haven't seen Jen and Tim in a while due to him being busy with work. How are they all doing?"
"Mrs. Shaw said they are doing well but busy as you mentioned. Bailey and her dad are coming back from Los Angeles today after taking campus tours of UCLA and USC the past couple of days."
"That's good," he said. "I'll probably give Tim a call later today and see if he wants to play a round of golf this weekend. Care to join us if you don't have plans already?"
While I'm nowhere close to making the high school golf team as I'm lucky to break 100, I do enjoy playing the sport. My Dad had me pick it up two years ago. It was a way to spend more time together and he said it would be helpful to know how to play in the future if I go into any sort of business field. "I might be able to join you all. Just let me know the day and time if Mr. Shaw can play and see how it fits into my schedule."
"Okay, I'll let you know what I find out," my dad said while slightly shaking his head in amusement before returning to eating his breakfast.
My dad, William Webb, or Will for short to his family and close friends, is 43 years old, an inch taller than me at 6-foot, 2-inches with brown hair that has some grey starting to show on the sides. He weighs 230 pounds and works out nearly every day to stay in shape either at the gym or by jogging, running, or jogging in the neighborhood.
Having worked his way through the company, my dad holds a very high paying position with some power. The one thing missing for him is a wedding ring. My mom passed away when I was six in a car wreck. The lawsuit ended up providing us with a good amount of money but still never took away the pain of losing her.
It would be just me and my dad for the next five years. He took care of me but didn't go out on any dates during that time. His friends, including Tim Shaw, finally convinced him to start thinking about dating since he was only in his mid-30s. I ended up being the tipping point in him returning to the dating scene as I told him I would be fine with him doing so.
Since then, he's had about five girlfriends that saw them stay together for at least six months. The longest has been his current, Maria Crawford, who he has been seeing for about a year and a half now. She is a 37-year-old realtor and is pretty successful in her job. Apparently, me and my dad both have a type as Maria has a big rack that are bigger than Bailey's breasts and has a nice round ass that I've noticed look good in whatever she wears.
Along with liking woman with big breasts, another thing my dad and I have in common the size of our dicks. I found out by accident nearly two years ago when I came home earlier than expected due to football practice being delayed until that evening as we were in the middle of a heat wave.
When I entered the house through the garage, I started hearing a woman moaning in pleasure coming from the living room. I quietly snuck over and peaked my head into the room and was surprised to see my dad behind a woman, who he ended up dating briefly, fucking her doggystyle.
Surprised by walking in on my dad fucking someone, I was about to sneak back out of the house. Just as I was about to do so, my dad pulled out of her and order her to turnaround and suck his cock. That is when I saw that he was also packing a big penis that was roughly my size. I saw her do as she was ordered and started sucking on him, which I took as my queue to leave.
"Well, I got to get going," my dad stated. "I need to get ready for a round of golf later this morning. I got a couple of customers we got to make sure are being kept happy. I'll see you this evening unless you end up having plans with Bailey. If you do, just let me know so I can plan for dinner."
"Will do Dad," I said to him as he put his plate in the dishwasher and headed to towards the garage. "I got to head out soon too. Have two pools to clean today and of course follow up with those five potential clients."
Cleaning both pools went without a hitch compared to yesterday at the Shaw's house. After finishing up the second pool, I stopped to grab a burger and text the five potential clients. The first to respond back was Kate Hamilton.
(Kate): Cole, that price is good for me. Any day and time from Monday to early Friday afternoon works to set up our weekly cleaning.
(Cole): I'm good to go on Monday morning, saw around 10 am? I want to be up front with you that I have some other potential clients, so we might have adjust the date and time that I come by later.
