I'm one of a dying breed most folks would say. My name is Randy, I'm in my early forties, and I've been a handy man ever since I suffered an emotional collapse due to stress in the sacred halls of justice nearly 10 years ago. I've always been good with my hands so this seemed to be the logical transition. To wit: Law to labor.
Anyway, I received a phone call from Paul Watkins last evening telling me that his mother, Maude Watkins, had problems with the plumbing in her kitchen. She was a stubborn woman, and to the best of her ability, extremely independent. According to Paul, an English Professor at the local University, neither he nor his mother was able to resolve her problem. Ergo, my trip to the Watkins house bright and early this morning.
I knocked on the back door. Repairmen always go to the back door except in T. V. commercials.
"It's open," shouted an angry female voice.
I eased open the door and entered a small porch. From there I found a doorway leading to the kitchen, and I immediately knew that's where I was needed. From my vantage point I could see the doors beneath the kitchen sink wide open. I could also see most of a woman's butt protruding from the space under the sink. This butt was partially covered by a short housecoat type garment, but the part that was left bare was most interesting. For a moment I forgot what brought me to this particular spot.
"Ma'am," I said clearing my throat.
"What?" the female voice barked. She continued to wrestle with the problem beneath the sink.
"Your son asked me to come by and see if I could help with your problem, Ma'am." I explained.
She was on all fours. She backed out of the hole in the cabinet but not without an involuntary display of fleshy ass cheeks in motion.
I was surprised that the sight went directly to my pecker. I could feel it swell slightly.
"I didn't ask for help," she said rather tersely. She turned and sat on the kitchen floor providing another provocative exhibit. She had full thighs and more than ample breasts. Her face was beginning to show mileage, but she had pleasant features. All in all, the vision was adding girth to my member.
"I think he was embarrassed because he could not repair your plumbing," I suggested, "so he asked me to lend a hand. I've had some experience with these matters."
"You have, huh?" she asked while eying me critically. Then after a brief pause, "Well, you can't do anything from up there. Come down here and take a look." She wiggled her butt in an effort to make room for me, but her efforts were of little help.
I got down on my hands and knees and entered the door opening. Our bodies were touching, and I noticed she made no effort to move away. When she turned on her side to point out where the problem was she caused her body to press against mine from knees to chest. Now my cock was getting unruly. I had never had vintage pussy, but this body was putting all sorts of wicked thoughts into my head.
"You see where this drain makes a "U"? Well, it's leaking, and I can't even remove the joint to stop the leak." While pointing out the problem, she had extended her arm toward the plumbing, and in the process, she had brought her right breast up firmly against my cheek. I tried to do the proper thing and move away from the temptation, but the area was too confining. My dick got harder.
"Ma'am," I said hoarsely, "we've got a problem."
"I know," she said with obvious signs of heavy breathing in her voice. "I can feel it, but you're here to fix the plumbing, not me - Right?"
"That's right, ma'am."
"Okay, but I think I should take a look at your tool. Maybe we can re-negotiate the job."
"Be careful, ma'am. I'm not wearing anything under these coveralls."
"Splendid," she whispered as she pulled the lower zipper up nearly to my navel. My cock was so primed that it practically jumped out at her. "Oooh," was all she said as she wrapped a soft, warm hand around my rod. "Does this boy get much action?"
"Not enough, ma'am," I said truthfully. "In fact, it's been over a year."
She slid her hand farther into my coveralls, and gently caressed my balls. "I'm surprised these fellows haven't exploded."
"They're on the verge at this very minute, ma'am."
"Poor baby," she murmured as she worked her body down to where her mouth could come into play. I flinched and sighed at the same time. Like I said, it had been over a year. This was not her first experience with oral sex. Her mouth was doing marvelous things to my cock.
I was becoming so aroused that I just had to respond to her affection in some way. These confined quarters made it virtually impossible to make contact other than with my dick. I pumped it in her mouth, and she responded by sinking her teeth gently into the shaft. That was a first for me, but I liked it. I liked everything she was doing.
As Maude continued with her marvelous attention to my pecker, I commenced to inch my body out from under the cabinet. Naturally, she moved as my cock moved. This caterpillar retreat took some time, but so did Maude. She didn't miss a beat during the entire maneuver, and when I finally worked my body clear of the enclosure where I could roll over on my back so did she.
As I told Maude a few minutes ago, I had been without nookie for over a year. My balls were shamefully out of practice so they spurted their surprise prematurely but generously into the depths of her throat. Maude was neither surprised nor upset. She accepted my offering greedily and graciously squeezing my balls as I spurted.
