The day was still young, but the heat and humidity of summer had already taken hold, making things all but unbearable outside. Even so, a teenager was trudging back and forth across the front yard, pushing a battered old lawn mower.
Quite careful to keep herself inside the air conditioned safety of her suburban home, Penelope Watts was perched sideways on her living room couch so that she could gaze out at the youth sympathetically through the big picture window. Though she could not help but wince at the way the sweat was pouring off that young man, she still could not find it in herself to go rushing out there and try to lend him a helping hand.
After all, had she been able to cope with the furnace like conditions out there, that young man wouldn't have been cutting her grass in the first place.
Not that any of this was in any way her fault. Oh, no, she'd long since concluded that her husband Albert was too blame for how that teenager was suffering now. As the man of the house, it was his responsibility to see that chores like lawn mowing got done, but apparently the steamy heat outdoors was too much for him as well.
With the grass growing taller and taller - so much so that she had begun to wonder if she would soon be needing a machete to get to the mailbox out by the curb - she had been forced to look elsewhere to see that the grass got cut.
It was obvious that her first choice should be Tom, her brother's eldest.
Her nephew was a strong and handsome young man who had always been particularly attentive towards her, lavishing her with endless compliments and being quick to offer his services whenever she needed any kind of help whatsoever. When she'd called him up and begged him to mow both her front and her back yards, Tom had not hesitated for a moment to help her out, even brushing off her offer to pay him for his labor.
Here again though, Albert posed a problem.
Her husband was absolutely convinced that this eighteen year old boy was not being so nice to Penelope because he just happened to be a kind and generous person, but because he had a major crush on her and was hoping to find a way into her pants. Penelope had always laughed that notion off, pointing out that he was accusing their nephew of plotting to commit incest! Albert would not be dissuaded from his opinion however and she could just imagine how he would hit the roof if he ever found out she had called him over to do her this favor when he wasn't there to scowl threateningly at the boy.
To avoid having to placate a jealous and irrational husband, she had been compelled to employ a little craftiness. First, she had been careful to instruct Tom on exactly when to come over, making him wait until after her husband had gone to work. Second, she had sent her young son off to spend a couple of days visiting with her parents since school was out for the summer. Joey had not yet learned the finer points of discretion and so she'd been convinced that he would never have been able to keep his mouth shut to his Daddy about who had come over that day. Third, when her husband came home to find his lawn cut and asked her who had done it, her plan was to simply tell him that she'd hired one of the neighbor kids when they came over asking to do it in exchange for some pocket money.
She hated the idea of lying to her husband like this, but it seemed the only way if she wanted that grass to actually get mowed.
Penelope had never been a very good liar and there was a time when she would never have been able to keep even a little white lie like this one from Albert, but she had recently gotten a very unexpected lesson herself in the value of discretion. After what happened during her mother-in-law Jasmine's recent visit, she knew that nothing in her life would be quite the same again.
It was hard enough to believe that she'd cheated on the man she loved with all of her heart, but what made it all the more unbelievable was that she had betrayed him with his own mother!
Penelope's thoughts were derailed then, her attention refocused, as Tom suddenly stopped the lawn mower and took a step back from it. Doing such hard work in such difficult circumstances was obviously taking it's toll on him as he needed a moment to catch his breath.
The young housewife had been thinking of how best to reward her nephew for everything he was doing for her today if he wasn't going to accept her money, figuring that there just had to be something special that he wanted. Seeing him using his hands to wipe away the sweat that was running down his face and stinging his eyes, she had to believe that what that young man wanted most in the whole world right now was probably an ice cold drink.
She had just started to rise from the couch to run and fetch him one when she was brought crashing back by what she saw her young benefactor do next.
Grabbing hold of a shirt already sodden with his sweat, Tom peeled it off so that he could use it to try to wipe his face dry. Soaked through as it was, the shirt could not possibly have been of too much help really, but it apparently did a good enough job that he felt he could get back to work. Draping the shirt around the back of his neck where it would be convenient for the next time he needed to do that, he reached for the lawn mower once again.
Penelope just kept right on staring out that window like before, but now she was drooling just a bit.
The beautiful young housewife was not at all immune to the appeal of a little beefcake and was soon lost for several long minutes enjoying the sight of that firm young body bathed in sweat and packed with strong, rippling muscles. God, was he gorgeous! As sweet and kind as he was and armed with a body like that, she imagined that he must have to beat the love-struck girls off with a stick!
She was helpless to keep her eyes from dipping. This boy was seemingly so perfect in every other way that she had to wonder if he was the total package . . .
To her great annoyance, Tom was wearing an old and battered pair of jeans that were simply not tight enough to let her make even an educated guess at what he might be packing.
She felt more than a little depraved, sitting there admiring her nephew's physique and fantasizing about the size of his manhood, but took some comfort in the knowledge that no one would ever know of it - not even her nephew himself. She decided to lay the blame on Albert for putting ridiculous thoughts of incest into her head, and on Jasmine for showing her that the impossible is sometimes possible.
Besides, what was the harm, really?
Even though she knew full well that she was all alone in that house, Penelope still felt the need to cast a quick and cautious glance around the room to make absolutely sure she was unobserved before once more devoting her full attention to the boy outside.
Though it had been her intention to merely sit there and enjoy the view, it was not long at all though before her gaze of admiration would ignite a hot little fantasy.
In her mind, Tom just happened to glance over at the house as he reached the end of his latest pass across the yard, discovering her gazing out at him so raptly. She could just imagine how she would start guiltily from getting caught like that, but her fantasy nephew would easily disarm her with an easy, playful smile. As he would surely keep his eyes on her, she fantasized that they would share a silent conversation that would be heard loud and clear nonetheless, making Penelope duck her head as her cheeks flushed hotly. Finishing his work on the yard would be immediately forgotten at that point and her nephew would stride determinedly up to the house.
Back in the real world, without any conscious direction from her, one of Penelope's hands rose now to gently caress the full swell of her bosom, teasing the already firm peaks until they rose to full attention.
Meanwhile, the imaginary Tom had come barging into the house, in such a rush to get to his aunt that he'd left the mower running out in the yard and her front door standing wide open. She would have known why he was coming of course and yet she pictured herself not stirring from the couch, not thinking for a moment of the husband and the marriage she was betraying. It could not possibly take Tom but a moment to reach her there in the living room and she could just imagine him standing over her in all his shirtless, sweaty, grimy muscle-bound glory. She knew full well what kind of person she was, that she was just not the type who would take the initiative in something like this, and so there was no question in her mind that she would have just gazed up at her handsome nephew submissively, waiting for him.
The real Penelope was breathing much harder by now and her cunt was waking up, urgently demanding some of her attention. Without thinking about it, she shifted to a more comfortable position on that couch, one that just happened to leave her legs spread wide open. The hand that wasn't already busy playing her breasts somehow found it's way down there and, when it found that there was a skirt in the way, Penelope absently gave it permission to pull it up and out of the way.
In her continuing fantasy, there would be no words spoken between her and her nephew, but then none were needed. She imagined that he would reach down to grab hold of her by the upper arms, griping her so tightly that he left bruises even as he effortlessly lifted her up and onto her feet.
With her pussy sending the kind of signals that just could not be ignored, the real Penelope did not need to tell her probing hand what to do and it slipped easily under the waistband of her panties.
The fantasy Tom would pull her in close, she was sure, crushing her body against his. She would sigh as she looked up into his eyes, her full lips parting invitingly. Leaning in, her nephew would take her up on that invitation without hesitation, his lips descending on her's.
Down below, a very real finger suddenly slid all the way into Penelope's churning, boiling cunt.
With a loud gasp of shock, the beautiful young housewife all but levitated off that couch as the sudden intrusion suddenly jerked her back into reality.
Deeply and profoundly startled by where her imagination had just taken her, she hurried to stop touching herself, fixing her clothes hastily. Her eyes darted all over the room in the meantime, once more making absolutely sure that no one had been there to see how she had almost masturbated over her own nephew. She saw that she was still all alone in the house, but wasn't reassured until she saw that Tom apparently hadn't noticed anything either and was still plodding back and forth across the yard.
Though she resisted the idea, clenching her hands into white-knuckled fists at her side, Penelope felt the need to slap herself, to whack those crazy and incestuous thoughts right out of her head.
Oh, that Albert was going to pay for making her think weird things like that, she vowed to herself fiercely.
