I am so tried I can hardly walk. I have just finished shoveling three of my neighbor's driveways and I made almost $110 but right now all I want to do is take a hot shower and get something to eat and go to sleep. As walk into the kitchen and my mother informs me Ms. O'Malley got a call from her snow plowing company saying they can not get there until tomorrow afternoon and she has moving trucks coming at 7am tomorrow morning. My mother also informs me she has volunteered me to shovel the O'Malley's driveway tonight if necessary to help her out. I protested, complained, refused, and all it got me was a change of clothes and instructions from my mother not to come home till I have finished the job.
I am a high school senior. I stand six feet three inches tall just received a football scholarship to Penn. State and I can't tell my mother who is 5foot nothing no. I am pondering my dilemma walking over to the O'Malley's house; Ms. O'Malley is standing at the door waiting for me. "Hello James how are you."
I want to tell her tired and sick of shoveling snow but I said, " Fine Ms. O'Malley. I better get started right away because it is so late." "Thank you James that would be great. I will be in the house finishing packing should you need anything."
There is a huge drift in the middle of the driveway. This is going to take a long time. I am shoveling for the next four hours and light snow is mixing with rain. At this point I am wet, cold, tired, hungry and not finished. Ms. O'Malley is waving me into the house.
"Please come in and take a break. I have a brisket sandwich for you and I am afraid all I have left to drink is beer." "That will be fine," (Well I thought to myself at least I scored a beer out of this). "I am certain I can't finish this driveway tonight" I said. "I thought that might happen so I called your mother and asked if you could sleep over and get a early start tomorrow, she said would be fine. Why don't you get those wet clothes off and have a hot shower. I'll put your clothes in the washer and clean them for tomorrow."
I want to argue, scream but all that I said was "Yes, Ms. O'Malley." The hot shower would feel good and I am really tired so what's the point in arguing. "James go upstairs to the master bathroom since it is the only one with towels." I obediently go upstairs to the master bath and there is a large shower area with clear glass doors. I take my clothes off and leave them on the floor and get into the shower. Then to my surprise Ms. O'Malley comes into the bathroom with me naked to the entire world " I'll take these clothes to the laundry room" and walks off.
Thinking about Ms. O'Malley seeing me naked felt pretty good, exciting in fact, as I am pondering what just happened while now sporting an eight inch erection, Ms. O'Malley comes in again with a robe for me to put on. " I am sorry with everything in boxes I could only come up with this robe." She leaves the robe and walks out again. I continue to finish my shower thinking this must be normal for her but I am certainly not use to it.
Although Ms. O'Malley is almost forty she looks must younger and still has nicely proportioned body with a 36DD chest the center of attention. I would not call here pretty really but striking, sexy. Could she be playing with me? Her family has left for Oregon and there is only the two of us in the house. No, not possible. I have been reading too much literotica. I put on the robe and it is extremely short and looks more like a mini skirt. This thing barely covers my dick but it's the only option I have at the moment. I called out to Ms. O'Malley " Is it possible to get anther robe or something." She comes around the corner and says, " Oh, you look fine, besides it is only you and I in the house."
I walk down stairs to my sandwich in the kitchen and sit down at the table and I discover to my dismay the robe rides up when you sit leaving me to expose myself again in front of Ms. O'Malley. I quickly take my napkin and place it in my lap for coverage attempting to act as natural as possible. Nature it seems turns out to be the enemy because my penis is now standing at attention creating tent effect in my lap. To make matter even worse Ms. O'Malley sits beside me rather and opposite and I am sitting next to her with a tent in my lap attempting to eat a sandwich. I finish the beer in about two sips in my excitement and a second is place in front of me instantly and I drink it as quickly as the first.
"Please call me Gloria, You are certainly big enough to be treated like an adult and how much you have grown." Gloria is now staring at the tent in my lap. " You look so much like your father. Did you know he and I dated in High School? He was the captain of the football team and I was the prom queen. It was all very exciting. I remember it like in was yesterday." Gloria now placing her hand on my thigh lightly massaging it. " I am sorry to be leaving town but my husband got a huge promotion and we just could not turn it down." Gloria now gets me my third beer and starts to clear the table. She takes the plate in front of me with one hand and reaches in my lap to remove my tent, which now has an obvious precum stain.