Dear Reader, this story is a fantasy; I could have submitted it under the category: Mature. I hope you enjoy reading it. Please vote and send comments/suggestions. Andrew.
I had been working for three years as a systems analyst and developed successful programs for which I was well rewarded. I was looking for a change in the line of work. The Vice President and my Manager suggested that I could work part time as a consultant involving some travel.
One evening, my Mom called to tell me that dad was in the hospital to undergo surgery for a heart problem; she was worried about taking care of my dad and her home. I knew my older brother was busy with his family in North Carolina; when I suggested that I could come home, and help her and dad, she readily accepted my offer. Thus, at the age of 26, I moved back to my parents' home in Western Massachusetts to help my parents and work as a consultant.
In addition to helping my parents and working, I decided to build up my physique and resume dating single women. I had lost my virginity to my first girl friend, Mel, from my high school. Later, in college, I dated Bev, who attended a nearby college.
Bev was a sweet girl. For a long time, we masturbated each other once a month; she let me: French kiss her and play with one boob at a time (she wore a 34B bra); near the end of each date, she always held my erect cock and lovingly pumped it until I reached my climax. In turn, I rubbed her clit and vagina until she had her orgasm. After each date with Bev, I would take a clichéd cold shower and jack off another time.
Bev broke up with me: she wanted a commitment right away; I wanted to wait until after I finished graduate school. The day before my 21st birthday, Bev’s parents were out; after much kissing and petting, Bev enrobed my cock with a condom, and slowly pushed it in to her pussy. She whispered:
“That’s how much I care for you.”
After that, we made love infrequently until she left for California to study law in LA; I had not met another lover.
FAMILY OF DR. WILLIAMS
Dr. Charles Williams was an anesthesiologist, who studied in New York. He attended on my dad when he had heart surgery that became more difficult due to unexpected complications. During visiting hours, he stopped by to reassure mom and me that dad would be fine. Mom recognized him as being a resident of our neighborhood.
A month later, one Sunday evening, my mom and dad went for a walk in our neighborhood; mom had put dad on regular exercise, including walking. They saw Dr. Williams and his wife, Rosa, at a newly constructed home and chatted with them.
Later that night, mom told me:
“I have a job for you, mowing the lawn of a nice neighbor. Your dad and I chatted with Dr. and Mrs. Williams. They live on Locust Drive on the cul-de-sac. Stop by at their home; I told them you would.”
Dr. Williams was about 38 years old; Mrs. Williams appeared to be about 30 years old; later, I learned she was a nurse when she met Dr. Williams. They had a boy, Clarence, 3 years old. Although he was quiet, I liked Dr. Williams: he had a warm, friendly, personality. After a month or so after I started mowing their lawn, Rosa asked me if I would mind baby sitting for her son. Gradually, Rosa Williams used me as a baby sitter quite often.
When I was at their home, Rosa made sure there was something nice for me to eat. I loved the Williams family. One day, Rosa excitedly told me:
“My mom’s coming to visit us. She’s taking some time off from work.”
MEETING BERTHA AVERY
On one sunny Friday, when I went to mow the lawn of Dr. Williams, I saw a woman working in the flowerbeds in the backyard. Based on the dignified manner she looked, I realized she was a relative of the doctor. She had on a low-cut, short-sleeve, white blouse, tight shorts, dark sunglasses, and a floppy hat. She must have been working for a long time because the front of her blouse had become wet in spots with her perspiration.
She had on a low-cut, short-sleeve, white blouse, tight shorts, and a floppy hat. She must have been working for a long time because the front of her blouse had become wet in spots with her perspiration.
As I wheeled the lawn mower out of the garage, she waved to me, came to the edge of the lawn, and said:
“You must be Ben; you help Chuck and Rosa with the yard and babysitting; Rosa told me about you.” I nodded my head and, with her sexy bosom directly in my sight, I was barely able to mumble:
“Yes, ma'am. I'm Ben Wilson,” while I tried not to stare at her generous cleavage glistening with her sweat.
She introduced herself, “I'm Bertha Avery, Rosa's mom; I came to baby sit my grand son and look after the house while Chuck and Rosa go away for a few days.
I said, “Nice meeting you, Mrs. Avery.”
I blurted out, “Too young.”
Noticing the confused look on my face, Bertha, smiling, said:
“I’m really her aunt,” and, after a pause added:
“I'm sure I can use your help taking care of the large house and baby Clarence while Rosa’s away.”
“I'm sure I can use your help taking care of the large house and baby Clarence.”
I replied, “Clarence’s easy to take care; I can also help with the lawn.”
Bertha said, “My hands are dirty; I can't shake your hand, but nice meeting you,” and, smiling, turned and walked back to the flowerbeds.
Still standing next to the lawn mower, I stared at the voluptuous undulating buttocks of Bertha as she walked away. After I managed to start mowing the lawn in front of the home, I realized Bertha had a dazzling smile and sensuous lips; she was about 5'4'', 130 lb, with large boobs, and meaty buttocks. She was not at all obese.
As I started to mow the back yard, Dr. Williams, Rosa, and Clarence pulled in to the garage in their station wagon. After I finished mowing, Rosa came in to the garage and said:
“Ben, I hope you met my mom. She will be here while Chuck and I’ll be gone for a few days. I’m hoping you can look in and see if mom needs anything; I'll feel better if you do so.”
Without appearing to be eager, I said:
“Sure. I'll stop by and see how she and baby Clarence are doing. When are you going away?”
“In about a week. I’ve been so excited to be going away; it’s good for Chuck too; he works so hard.”
Rosa smiled and said:
“You know Ben, baby Clarence really likes you.”
Smiling, I replied, “I like him very much too; he’s so smart; I enjoy playing with him.”
Later, when I was putting the lawnmower away, Bertha joined Rosa, and said:
“Ben, here is a can of cold coke to cool you off,” and, after a pause, smiled, and said:
“Chuck’s on call tomorrow. If you’re free, I can use your help buying flowers and planting them. This yard can use some nice flowers; I’ll pay you for helping me.”
There was a look of mild annoyance on Rosa’s face; her mom was intruding in to her life, but she kept quiet and walked in to the house.
I said, “Fine. I don’t know much about flowers. I like to learn. What time you want me here?”
“We need to go early; how about eight. Later, I’ll buy you breakfast.”
While sipping the coke, I walked behind Bertha in the yard as she explained to me her plans to plant different flower plants. Near the back fence of the yard, Bertha suddenly stopped and bent down to pick up a twig; unable to stop, I ran in to her voluptuous buttocks. To keep her from taking a bad fall, I dropped the coke can and grasped Bertha by her waist; I managed to break her fall, as we both slid on to the soft ground, and ended up side by side.
Smiling, Bertha said, “I’m sorry; I didn’t know you were so close behind me. Are you ok?”
I said, “I’m sorry. I was just following you. Are you ok?”
Giggling, Bertha said, “Other than my blouse button snapping off, I’m fine. I hope I can find it to sow it back,” and started to look for the button in the grass while on her knees.
If Bertha knew how much of her cleavage was on display, she was not aware of it. I also got on my knees and tried to find the button, but I could not help peeking at Bertha’s cleavage again and again. Finally, Bertha found the button and, while I was staring at her cleavage, showed it to me and made eye contact with me. When she realized the object of my stare, she giggled, and cooed:
“I see what you’ve found; I hope you like it,” making me blush intensely. I grinned and nodded my head. Silently, we walked back to the driveway. I said good-bye and left for my home. After I went to bed on Friday night, I dreamt of kissing Bertha’s cleavage and fondling her boobs, and jacked off.
Next day morning, when I went to the Williams’s home, Bertha was in the back yard; she was dressed in tight, cut-off jeans, a loose-pink blouse, and old sneakers. She greeted me with a big smile, put on a red jacket, and said:
“We will take Rosa’s station wagon. Chuck’s at the hospital. Later, Rosa can shopping in the Mercedes.”
At the nursery, as Bertha selected various flower plants in small baskets, I carried them in trays to a cash register; she knew what she wanted. Later, after the flowerpots were in the station wagon, Bertha said:
“I’m hungry. Let’s have breakfast; at a place that accepts people in dirty clothes.”
We went to a place that was known for pancakes and sausages. After we ordered our full breakfasts, Bertha said:
“Ben, thank you for helping me. I like gardening; it keeps me busy,” and continued:
“I heard so many good things about you from Rosa. You’re also cute.”
I blushed and mumbled, “Thank you, Mrs. Avery,” but could not look in to Bertha’s eyes.
Bertha touched my leg with her foot and cooed, “Come on, look at me. I’m an old lady.”
I blurted out, “You’re not old. You’re a pretty lady.”
Bertha giggled and said, “Thanks. Call me Bertha; Mrs. Avery sounds so old.”
At that time, the waitress brought our food and we ate while Bertha talked about flowers; I could not focus much on the conversation and kept glancing at Bertha’s sweet face and sexy cleavage.
Later, in the backyard, for about two hours, Bertha and I worked planting the flowerbeds; speaking softly, she directed me and worked very hard. I tried not to stare at Bertha’s sweaty cleavage or her jiggling boobs. As we were finishing up, Rosa told Bertha she will be taking baby Clarence to the grocery store with her.
After we were done, Bertha had a huge smile on her face, and said:
“Ben thank you. I would like to hug you, but I’m filthy.”
Boldly, I mumbled, “I’m filthy too,” and, with open arms, I approached Bertha, and, in turn, was received with open arms; when I tried to end it, Bertha pulled me tight against her big chest. In a reflex action, I kissed Bertha’s cheeks and her sweaty neck. My cock became erect and I pushed it in to Bertha’s lower belly.
Bertha giggled and cooed, “I’m glad you like me; I'm all sweaty,” and gently broke away.
