I Stumbled Into a Daily Blowjob C17

Authors note * I've had several messages asking when chapter 16 would be published even though it was published a few weeks ago, and once I looked it appears it's not in the proper listing sync. If you haven't read chapter 16 but want to read it first to follow the story in a continuous flow, you will find it in the series listing on my profile page, just not in the proper order.

For whatever reason, story title has been limited with fewer characters, so the upcoming chapters will be listed as C16, C17, C18 and so on rather than the previous Ch.16, Ch.17. I hate that this throws the chapter listings out of sync, but it is what it is.

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Chapter 17

It's another Friday morning, staring at my scheduling screen as texts are coming in from subcontractors. Thankfully Jill has gotten past her uneasiness and rode with Ashley to school this morning so I can work. Hopefully the new car title will arrive soon, and she can start driving herself.

Glancing out the window it's overcast and a bit dark out for this time of the morning, and I'm glad the basement walls were poured yesterday. Hopefully Miguel's crew can get the metal forms out before the rain starts.

Invoices posted and my bank account balanced, I'm feeling really good about my finances having closed on #116, my first high end house yesterday. After all was said and done, I ended up with a check for close to 59k and need to get it deposited today.

I sit back with my hands behind my head thinking, 'Rachel has had a lot of interest in #12 and that should net about $26k if it sells soon. I should have #132 ready to about the time we leave for vacation for another 60k or so and will only pick up as summer arrives.'

I've updated my progress screen.

#38 lot cleaned up with rough grade, HVAC roughed-in, electrical started

#42 basement walls in.

#132 brick 75% complete, trim work completed.

#56 drywall finished.

#12 listed, week 6.

#116 closed.

Now working on next week's goals.

#38 finish electrical, schedule inspections, start insulation/drywall.

#42 install drainpipe fill rock, pour floor, coat basement walls and back fill. Install temp electric service, order framing package.

#132 paint, order cabinets, flooring, form and pour drive and walks.

#56 start trim work, install water and sewer lines.

Decide on three more building lots.

My train of thought is broken when Jill leans around my office door, "Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm back."

"Did the drive go ok?"

"Yep, I'm going back upstairs to work out while you're working," and she disappears.

"Hey!"

Jill appears at the door again, "What baby, you need more coffee?"

"No, but how about a kiss."

She starts to grin and comes walking around my desk ready to work out in her one-piece romper, and tennis shoes. I sit back, pushing my chair away from my desk as she comes closer. I can never seem to get over how petite and fit Jill is, and this little romper has to be my favorite.

Snug as a glove in powder blue with a white stripe up each side. Sleeveless with a low scoop neck, backless to the arch of her back, and simply amazing is this woman's perfectly proportioned little body. Her toned ass cheeks are so round in the back with an outstanding leg gap in front, and the way that romper pulls up into her crotch is icing on the cake.

She leans down for a kiss, and of course I just have to grab that ass for a good squeeze as she's standing back up.

"Now, now, you need to get your work done!" giving me that 'you naughty boy' look, and off she goes.

I sat there for a minute knowing Jill got time off, but she didn't say anything about her status. I'm assuming she didn't quit, or she would have told me. It's not that I expected her to as I did suggest it out of the blue.

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Another hour has passed, and stealing a quickie with Jill while Ashley was getting ready for school let me get started early. I woke up with morning wood and there was Jill, half asleep on her stomach so I straddled her from behind, my knees on each side of her hips, and my cock looked huge laying in the valley between her round, yet petite ass cheeks

"Mm, morning baby," stretching her arms forward with a wag of that beautiful ass.

Her legs held together between my calves, she knew what I was after and simply pushed herself back to arch her rear up, offering that kitty to be mounted. There is nothing better than the visual of gripping Jill's hips and watching my cock spreading her open. Then a good pounding doggie fuck to dump another load deep in her treasure to start my day.

Without Jill distracting me for sex while I'm working this morning, I have checks printed, and it's just after 10:00 to hit the road like I used to do, and head upstairs.

I found Jill in the bathroom putting on her makeup getting ready for work. She decided on a knee length, flowery patterned peasant style dress, and those brown knee boots that lace up the front. Her rear is out as she leans into the mirror working on her eye shadow.

I can't resist standing behind her, pulling that loose flowing dress up along her thighs to lay it up and over her rear, and what a sight. The smooth soft skin of her thighs run up to a pair of silky white panties being pulled tight into the cleavage of those round cheeks as she arches over the counter.

Now, I just fucked Jill a couple of hours ago, but damn if I'm not addicted to this little spinner body. She is so petite, like a doll with an ass that is so fucking perfect!

With her dress pushed up in the arch of her back, I keep moving my hands up along her waist, reaching around to squeeze her tits only to find her strapped in a bra. She stops what she's doing, looking at me in the mirror, and backs that fine rear end of hers into my package with a little wag.

"Be a good boy, let me finish." with a grin.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm taking off for the day."

Jill raises halfway, her dress falls as I lean forward to kiss her cheek, and it feels like we have settled in as a real couple now. We fuck every morning, yet give each other space like now to take care of what we need to, and there isn't any need to sneak around Ashley the way she did that first week or so after they moved in.

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First stop is #42, and the crew has most of the forms broken down and loaded on several racks. The flatbed crane truck just started to load. The sky looks like it could start raining anytime, but they should be out of the hole and gone in another hour or so.

There's no one at #132 which is no surprise that Steve would waste time trying to lay bricks for just a few hours, so I'll need to catch up with him later.

When making my rounds I always go inside to check progress anytime on site, discuss any issues, and today distribute checks. After a long discussion with the electricians about appliance locations, outside fixtures, and recessed lighting at #38, I return to my truck to find I've missed texts.

Steve is wanting to hook up to get his check, and Ashley's track practice canceled this afternoon, wanting to see if I could pick her up after school.

I reply to Steve, "I'm headed to 'lil Italy' to grab a sandwich and a beer."

Then replied to Ashley, "Yes, if you want to look at building lots before we go home."

Steve replies, "See you in 20 minutes."

Ashley replies, "Really? Ok," with a smiley face icon.

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Sipping on a draft beer, I'm waiting for my sub sandwich, and a second mug to arrive. My phone rings, but it's not from anyone in my caller list. You never know if it's possibly a new client, so I answer and hear a familiar voice.

"Is this Andy?"

"This is he, what can I do for you?"

"It's Dan. I told you I would call."

"Hey brother, good to hear from you."

Our conversation goes into full swing, practically talking over each other catching up on the past ten years. I filled him in on my building business and found myself in love for the first time since Sheri.

Dan tells me about moving to Nashville some eight years ago in pursuit of his music career. The scene there is chock full of clubs keeping him employed with several bands, studio work, and taking on a part time job at a music store after Cheryl passed to fill his time.

Steve slides into the booth across from me, my sandwich sits in front of me, and I haven't taken the first bite. I'm listening to Dan, and hold up a finger to Steve, indicating I'm wrapping up.

"Dan, it's great to talk to you, but I have someone here I need to take care of. I have your number now, so let's stay in touch."

"Yeah man, I think we have another gig up your way in a couple of weeks. Maybe get together then," and the call ends.

I take my first bite and slide his envelope across the table. I've been thinking about how I can get guys paid on the Friday we will be out of town, and this is a good time to talk with him about it. He's probably my best buddy. I know I can trust, and count on him.

"Hey bud, I have a big ask of you."

"What's up?" then takes a slug of beer.

"I'm taking my first real vacation in years in a couple of weeks, and I need to get you guys paid on a Friday that I'll be gone. I was wondering if you could help me with that."

"Sure man, just tell me what to do."

"Well, I'll talk with the guys to project a week out with some sort of estimate and cut checks ahead of time. I just need you to deliver them for me."

"Sounds easy enough."

We sit and bullshit for a half an hour, finishing my sandwich, and polishing off our mugs before I have to run again.

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It's sprinkling rain when I pull up to #42, but no need to get out of the truck to see the hole is empty of forms, and the flat bed truck is gone. I call Johnnie to haul in a load of rock and corrugated pipe to get the drains laid, and floor area filled so the floor can be poured before back filling the walls.

It's a little after two and turning into a steady drizzle as I'm driving to pick up Ashley, and traffic is unusually slow. I arrived a few minutes late to see her standing at the end of the main entrance canopy as buses were being loaded. She sees me, and comes running through the drizzle, quickly climbing inside the cab.

Her hair is damp, and her blouse is sticking to her skin with an enthusiastic smile.

"Thanks for picking me up today," rifling through her backpack to find a scrunchy, and starts pulling her damp hair back into a ponytail.

"If you don't mind running around, I'm glad to have you ride with me," making my way in line to pull out of the parking lot.

"I don't mind, but you want to look at building spots in the rain?"

"Well, I want to check out what's still available in another subdivision. I'm looking for something flat for a couple of houses without basements, so I may not need to get out."

We chit-chat along the drive. Ashley goes on about how fascinated she's become with what I do after running the backhoe with me. We pull into the subdivision making our way through several streets until we come upon the area with several houses under construction, and a row of 'for sale' signs in the open lots, all with lot number markers.

The area is mostly flat, and that's what I'm looking for, slowly inching up the street, scanning the area. I explain to Ashley that I want two lots side by side that have no drainage ditches or issues of the sort. That way I can use a single electrical drop for both houses while under construction, and she's drinking in the information.

I settle on two tracts, a third acre each that are suitable. I notice Ashley looking back at a couple of houses under construction as I'm jotting down the phone and lot numbers.

"We aren't too far from Heritage Hills; you want to walk through one of my houses?"

She snaps her head around, wide eyed, "Really? Can we?"

"Sure." I put the truck in drive and started heading that way. Ashley pulls a knee up to sit sideways in her seat to face me.

"You think it will be much longer before I can take my drivers test?"

"You're excited about that aren't you?"

I look over to see her excited face, eyebrows raised, and damn has she got a body that could stop a clock. Her blouse is still damp, clinging to her breasts with the outline of her bra visible.

"Yeah, I'm hoping I can find a job so I can save up for a car."

"Well, I expect the new title to arrive sometime next week, and we can get that scheduled."

"Thanks again for helping with insurance," with the sincerest innocence in her eyes.

Ashley leans forward giving me a peck on the cheek, and I'm getting a bit of a frog in my throat again. Something about making this young lady happy just fills me.

"My pleasure sweetheart. I remember being your age and finally getting to go and do things on my own."

"I was thinking maybe I could waitress or something after mom gets home from work so I can drive myself."

I take another quick glance at her gorgeous face, the excitement of a new world about to open up for her.

"Well, I shouldn't say this without running it by Jill first. I have the Miata that she could drive to work, but I can't speak for your mom about how soon she's going to let you loose with her car," and Ashley's face lights up.

"Really? Then I could drive myself to school too," and I chuckle a bit at her excitement.

"Yes, that's true."

We pull up to #132 in the estate section. With a slight break in the rain, we hop out and run in. Eric has the trim work done, the drywall all taped and ready for paint.

"Wow, this is so cool. How long before you're finished?" echoes in the emptiness of the high ceiling living area.

"I'm hoping by the time we leave for vacation, or at least close."

Ashley walks through the rooms with me behind her admiring that teen ass in those tight jeans. As she roams through the house, I'm checking the details of the trim work with this great feeling about our relationship.

It's really gratifying how we have grown to become best buddies at times like this. Her youth still has me offering counsel when needed, yet the sexual tension is always there.

It was just Sunday when the three of us openly talked about love, respect, and sexual relations simply being an extension of that. I fully expected Ashley's raging teen hormones to quickly start pushing the boundaries, especially after Jill's revelation that she wanted a first try at a blowjob.

But that hasn't happened, and I'm sort of glad in a way, because I really enjoy times like this when the two of us just hang out together. The truth in my heart feels more and more like I have found my soulmate in Jill, and as each day passes Ashley more my de facto daughter.

I spent a couple of afternoons getting dirt moved, and shaping up the landscape beds with both days having passed before Ashley came downstairs to snuggle again last night. We watched the first two episodes of 1923, and little did we know it would have quite a bit of nudity, being as much a love story as it was a cattle range war.

Enthralled with the love making scenes, and without saying anything, she nudged my thigh to bend a leg open wanting to doodle around through my new lounging shorts. Jill sitting off to her side watching the show while surfing on her Ipad, and yet it didn't feel at all strange anymore that this was taking place.

Ashley nuzzled inside my arm, lazily caressing my balls, running her fingers along my stiffened manhood as I fiddled with her hair through the first episode. To my surprise, when I returned from a bathroom break, she stood up with a nervous, innocent teen look in her eyes as I approached the recliner and stopped me.

Tiptoeing up for a quick kiss she silently slipped her fingertips into the waistband of my shorts, then gazed into my eyes as she started to push them down. My cock sprang out as she squatted down on her heels before me with my shorts down around my ankles. Looking up with that little tip of the tongue grin of hers, she helped me step my feet out all of her own doing for the first time.

I sat back in my recliner, Jill quietly watching it all, and I had a feeling she might have made the suggestion while I was in the bathroom. My cock out in the open thinking tonight was the night she might try putting it in her mouth, and I was a nervous wreck inside. Still fighting with myself whether or not I'm letting this go too far, but she snuggled back into my chest, running her fingers along my pole to find my precum was starting to flow in anticipation.

Ashley has enough experience now that she knew just what to do, wrapping her fingers around the end of my shaft, using her thumb to work it around the head and under my fireman's helmet, and that helped ease my tension. So, I let myself relax while she gently stroked my length up and down, content as could be under my arm with my fully erect boner in hand, watching the second episode

At some point Jill got up for a minute without saying a word, returning to hand her daughter a tube of lube, then finding her place off to the side again. She sat sideways for a straight on view, bent a knee over to lay on the sofa as Ashley greased my boner from root to head. Her legs open, fingers slipped inside her panties working that treasure, and watched her daughter jerk me off to completion.

For Jill to watch her daughter jerk me off and masturbate yet again was a revelation for me as Ashley re-enters the room.

"Will you bring me back to see when it's done?" snapping me out of this daydream.

"Sure sweetheart, but let's get back to the truck while there's a break in the rain."

We ran back to the truck as the rain started to come down again, deciding to put off looking for a walkout tract. Just a stop at the drive through to deposit the closing check, and head back home.

"I found something on my phone I want you to see when we get to the house," grinning at me.

"Oh, what's that?" keeping my eyes on the wet road.

"It's a surprise, but I know you're going to like it," sitting back in her seat, scrolling through her phone.

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There's a damp feel to the air, so I decided on my Jammie bottoms and a t-shirt tonight. Jill will be home from work soon, and I'm looking forward to seeing her when Ashley shows up at my bedroom door with her phone in hand. She's changed out of her wet clothes, her hair back down in messy waves, and did she ever grab my attention.

Standing in my doorway, she's scrolling through her phone in those tiny white shorts from yesterday riding low on her hips. The mound of her treasure prominent in the short inseam is pulled up in her leg gap teasing me again.

Looking down those toned thighs are gray over the knee socks keeping her legs warm, all atop platform tennis shoes, and her legs look like they could go on forever.

My cock is stirring at the sight of this blonde teen bombshell in a tight fitting white short sleeved t-shirt hugging every curve, her deep cleavage on full display in the scooped neckline. The words "Cherry Bomb" in red script across her breasts. A Cherry with the stem resembling a wick burning down as if about to explode is centered just below.

Cropped just above her belly button, the thin cotton t-shirt fabric is stretched tight, outlining her gorgeous teen tits, and holding her firm. She's braless and those luscious nipples are erect, obvious and poking upward.

Gezus almighty!

Ashley looks up from her screen to catch me looking her up and down almost trance-like.

"This is what I wanted to show you," grinning that she's getting the reaction she hoped for.

"Damn sweetheart, do you have any idea what those knee socks do to me when you're braless in a tight top like that?"