His mother's friend has something she'd like Alan to take care of, and it's not just her lawn.
This is the start of a story I wrote long before my first submission to Literotica. Though Miss Longcross and Alan aren't related, I've posted this in the Incest/Taboo category for reasons that will become obvious.
And to those who have emailed with suggestions for stories; I thank you, but right now I have a backlog of my own stories to edit and rewrite. If you do have an idea, why not write it yourself? It's what started me off, and there's the bonus you get your characters to do exactly as you wish.
As ever, all sex acts, be they described herein or otherwise alluded to, took place when the participants were over the age of eighteen.
Your comments are welcome. Enjoy.
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Susan put down the magazine she was reading and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi Sue, it's Janice. Would you ask Alan if he'd like to mow and edge my lawns this weekend?"
"Sure, but your lawns are always immaculate. What's happened to your regular guy?"
"I've been paying a small fortune to that outfit based at the garden centre, but then I figured my friend's son might be looking to earn some extra money before setting off for college."
"If he agrees, I'll get him to do ours at the same time."
"Oh, then forget I asked," replied Janice. "I don't want to wear the poor boy out."
Susan suppressed a laugh. "Adding our postage stamp lawn won't do that, and doing yours will keep him out of my hair for a few hours."
"Alan's not giving you trouble, is he?"
"No, but some 'alone time' would be welcome. He's spending the summer getting ready for college and is never out for long enough for me to relax, if you know what I mean."
"You'd like enough time to sneak a man in to relieve your itch?"
"If I had a man I could go to his place, but all I've got are my fingers and maybe some memories, and I don't get time to even do that."
Janice grinned down the phone. "I still Jill myself off to that time you and I made out."
"Oh, God, don't remind me. We nearly got caught by Alan. Five minutes earlier and we would have."
"I could pop over for some mutual fun while he's busy in my garden."
"No!" cried Susan. "Once was risky enough, not that I didn't enjoy your hand up my skirt and inside my panties."
"I'm getting wet just remembering," Janice revealed. "So wet, I'll have to frig myself silly just as soon as I put down the phone."
"Gawd, don't say things like that. Alan is in the next room and I'm already feeling damp. Any wetter and he might pick up the smell of my pussy."
"Then I'll say goodbye," said Janice. "Tell Alan, early in the morning is best for me. That way you won't have to get dressed before you let your fingers loose."
"Thanks, Janice. I'll tell Alan now."
Susan put down the phone and clenched her thighs against the throb in her cunt. At first she'd been surprised when Janice, who was new to the village, had struck up a friendship. Not only was the woman some ten years her junior, but the value of the cottage and the car she drove revealed her to be far more wealthy than them, Susan having raised Alan on a shoestring after his asshole of a father had vanished from their life the moment he found out she was pregnant.
It was only when she and Miss Longcross had shared a few drinks after last year's summer fete, and Janice had offered to see the tipsy Susan home, did she discover the woman wanted to be more than a friend.
Having arrived at her humble home, Susan had invited Janice in for a coffee with no thought there might be more. But the drink had weakened her barriers and she didn't resist when Janice pulled her into a hug and planted a kiss on her lips.
Though not a lesbian, Susan had done some experimenting during her college years and responded in kind, only calling a halt after Janice had finger fucked her right there in the kitchen.
It was the unexpected return of Alan, who they'd both thought was busy with his then girlfriend, which caused Susan to resolve not to repeat what had happened with Miss Longcross.
For her part, Janice, who liked both men and women, preferred to retain their friendship rather than continue her pursuit. Though she did, like today, remind Susan of that one time every once in a while.
Despite getting wet at the memory, Susan shook off any thought of going there again but that didn't solve her problem. It was no good, she'd have to find someone who could take care of her needs without it impacting her son. Maybe at the end of the summer, after he'd gone off to college.
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Come Saturday morning, Susan rose early and tapped on Alan's bedroom door. "Don't forget you promised to do our lawn as well as Miss Longcross's."
"I haven't forgotten," her son replied from downstairs. "But I told Miss Longcross I'd be there by eight-thirty and it's almost that now, so I'll see you later."
With that, she heard her son slip out through the front door.
Alone at last, Susan returned to her room. She laid flat on the bed, pulled her cotton nightdress above her hips, yanked her damp panties to one side, and plunged a finger deep into her sodden gash. Getting fresh with Janice that one time had been all well and good, but even though it had been years since she'd felt one inside her, nothing beat a throbbing cock. To placate her hunger she added more fingers and upped the tempo, the knuckles of her hand preventing deeper penetration.
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As Alan jogged the half mile to the cottage, he recalled that day at the beach the previous summer. He'd been in the sea for a swim and was sunning himself dry when the hourglass figure of a woman came walking along the sand. She was wearing a white one piece costume cut high at the leg with a big floppy hat on her head. It was only when she smiled at him from under the brim did he realise it was Miss Longcross. She'd paused for a minute or so to exchange pleasantries before moving on. As she walked away, Alan had rolled over onto his stomach to both observe her from the back and hide his growing erection. Ever since that day he'd mentally referred to her as, 'Miss Long-legs'.
"Sorry, Alan, I overslept," Miss Longcross apologised. She had answered the door wearing a salmon pink robe tied tight around her matching nightdress. Both were diaphanous compared to the buttoned up nightgowns and towelling robes his mother wore, though the double layer prevented him from seeing more of what the clinging fabric barely concealed.
Alan tried not to stare. "No problem, Miss Longcross. If you'd just tell me where the mower is, I'll get on with the cutting."
"Would you like a coffee first?" she asked.
"Um, no thanks. Best I get started," he declined as the thought of being inside the cottage with Miss Longcross in her night attire drew blood into his cock.
Miss Longcross smiled at him. "There's no rush on the lawns and I'd like the company. I'm by myself for most of the time, so it would be nice to share a moment with someone."
Alan was at a loss. He was too polite to say no but his cock was already half engorged. Much longer seeing Miss Long-legs dressed as she was and he'd get a full blown erection that might refuse to go down. Miss Longcross would be sure to notice, and that could get him into trouble with his mother, who, for some reason, was already on edge.
"I'll take your silence as a yes," Miss Longcross concluded.
Without further ado, she turned and swayed her way to the kitchen. Alan, his eyes locked on her ass, felt compelled to follow. Once inside, he slipped into a seat at the small table and pushed down on his swelling cock in a vain attempt to quell the flow of blood.
"Now, Alan. Have you had a decent breakfast?" Miss Longcross asked as she poured the coffee.
"Just some toast."
"Hardly enough for a growing boy, let alone one who's going to be working hard on my behalf. I'll make us both a nice breakfast, it won't take me long."
"Okay, Miss, um, Longcross," he accepted in the hope his cock would have time to soften before the breakfast was over.
With the coffee in hand, Miss Longcross turned and gave him a warm smile."You're eighteen now, Alan. I think you could call me Janice, at least when it's just you and me."
When she bent to place the coffee in front of him she held the pose long enough for his eyes to take a good look at her braless breasts as they swayed beneath the lightweight coverings.
"Thanks, er, Janice," he gulped.
As Janice straightened and turned, another smile crossed her lips. While Alan had got a good look at her tits she'd eyed the lump in his jeans. Despite the twelve year age gap, she knew young Alan was turned on by the sight of her still very fit body covered by just a few thin layers. All she hoped was that he'd still be interested when she took things further. Something she'd wanted to do for a while now.
In making the breakfast, Janice created more opportunities for Alan to look her over, like keeping her ass high while rummaging in the fridge and making sure her tits swayed whenever she turned. From the tortured expression that grew on his face, it was having the desired effect.
Janice placed the plated food in front of him. "Dig in. And when you've finished, you can get started on the lawns."
Having sat opposite, and well aware her nipples could be seen through the nightgown, Janice loosened the robe so it hung to the sides. To give Alan the freedom to look as much as he wanted, she cast her eyes to her food and kept them there. When, a few minutes later, she did glance up, Janice caught Alan's eyes as they shot down to his untouched plate, confirming where they'd been all along.
"Something wrong with the food?" asked Janice.
Alan's gaze remained glued to his plate. "Um, sorry, no, Miss Longcross, it's fine."
"Then eat up."
Too scared to lift his head, Alan still pictured the vision he thought was unintended and attacked the breakfast. It allowed Janice to slip one hand below the table and caress her swollen pussy lips through the nightgown. The fact it made her nipples grow even harder went unnoticed by her friend's son, whom she intended to fuck.
"Thank you, that was very good," said Alan once he'd finished.
"My pleasure," replied Janice.
She pulled the robe back over her breasts and got to her feet. When she reached across the table for Alan's empty plate, the robe fell open, allowing her barely covered tits to swing forward, mere inches from his face.
Blushing, Alan tried but failed to look away.
"You look flushed," Janice observed, still holding the pose, "Are you not well?"
"Um, it's just a bit warm in here, I think," he replied, not looking up from where her nipples were tantalisingly close to being on display.
Janice raised a hand to his brow and pushed back his hair. "You feel hot. I think you'd better lie down. Should I call your mother?"
"No, no, I'll be fine," dismissed Alan, certain his mother would come rushing over to find Miss Longcross dressed for bed and her son with the hardest erection he'd ever experienced.
"All the same, I can't take any chances," said Janice, taking Alan by the hand.
He let her lead him from the kitchen, but baulked when they reached the stairs.
