As I played video games on Sunday, my phone chimed with a picture message. What I saw made me drop my controller. Dot lay there with her pussy spread open, pink and wet. Her two melons were sent next with:
Longing for your fat cock...
I pulled my dick out, stroking it to the rapidly relieved pictures. Oh the gift of mass communication!
"Thomas?" Mom asked as she came in my room, nearly making me throw my phone out of the window and I rushed my pillow over my crotch.
Mom saw my embarrassment and shook her head with a soft smile. "I'm not going to say anything. It's perfectly natural to work out your urges. I only ask that you don't do it in your Sunday clothes."
I nodded and she smiled. "Good boy. I did come to tell you that Jennifer came over. She wanted to know if you'd be willing to dig up some weeds from her garden. She'd be willing to pay you."
"Of course Mom," I replied, still sitting with the pillow over me.
"Oh!" Mom realized, "Yes... well... Do hurry." She then awkwardly left the room.
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After a savage jerk off session and a shower, I walked downstairs where Mom stood by the kitchen counter. She looked hot in her pink sweater and black stretch pants.
I kissed her goodbye and she hugged me, her massive boobs pressed against me.
"Do a good job sweetie," she said.
Ringing the bell, my prick still throbbed from Dot's photos. I had never actually met Jennifer but she and Mom had occasionally had coffee. After a second ring, Jennifer opened the door standing in a black top and red miniskirt along with black heels.
"Hello Tommy," she said with a warm smile, "come on in."
Her beautiful boobs looked like they could pop at any second. "I know it may not seem like much," she said as I walked behind her, taking in her curves and smooth shake of her ass, "but it does get overwhelming for me, my husband being gone and all."
Mom had said her husband had organized them moving to Washington and had skipped town a few weeks later, now married to his secretary.
She seemed to hold back tears, taking a deep breath, her huge boobs rising high. "The lawnmower is in the shed along with anything else you might need." The room itself seemed to need help, boxes still sealed.
After about 2 hours, I finally finished the yard and had trimmed the trees around the house. I could see Jennifer in her kitchen cooking, her boobs almost dipping in the tall pot.
When I walked in I was hit with a wonderful aroma. The smell of the basil and garlic in the spaghetti sauce invaded my nose and my stomach grumbled loudly.
Hearing my groin's protest, Jennifer chuckled.
"You're welcome to eat your fill," she said, "there's far too much here for just me anyway. I'm trying to watch my figure." My cock danced as she traced her gorgeous curves.
Her hands ran smoothly over her ample bosom. My mouth salivated, my mind filled with images of my cock between them. I wanted to watch her figure too.
"Would you like some Tommy?" Jennifer suddenly asked, snapping me from my fantasy.
She stood holding a glass of iced lemonade. I gratefully took it and she sat next to me.
"It'll be a little longer on the spaghetti I'm afraid," she said as she took a long sip. A droplet of lemonade landed on her right boob, glistening as it dripped into her cleavage. Though my cock had plenty of room to grow, it was quite difficult in the rough denim material.
After a delicious meal, we made small talk about school and jobs. Jennifer said she was a professional chef. In fact that was how she and her husband had met.
"You know Tommy," Jennifer said after a long silence, "I and Stacey had a very detailed conversation yesterday."
"About what?" I asked, pouting myself another glass.
"Just about you both are just moving here. I know it must be hard, leaving all your friends."
I shook my head. "I really didn't have many friends at my old school. Same way here."
Jennifer nodded, compassionately placing her hand on my thigh. "I'm sorry to hear that. Surely though, you do have a girlfriend. Such a handsome boy as yourself."
