I Stumbled into a Daily Blowjob C16

Chapter 16

I woke up later than usual to find myself in bed alone, scurrying into the bathroom to get myself together this Monday morning. I have an early meeting, and a full day's errands to run.

I find Jill and Ashley sitting side by side at the Island drinking coffee searching for beach rentals. Jill in her short lavender robe draped open, and Ashley dressed in a short sleeve tank top and jeans, ready for school. They both offer up a 'good morning' amidst commenting on the amenities staying focused on the task at hand.

I pour myself a cup, lean back against the counter for a few minutes, taking my first sip watching Ashley giggling and excited as these two discuss the different condos and locations.

"Hey girls, I'm supposed to meet my electrician at 8 this morning. Jill, I guess you'll need to take her to school."

"That's fine," looking up with a gentle smile. "I need to go to the dmv when they open anyway and get the car title changed."

Her expression changes as she's looking at me as if realizing time has gotten away from her and forgotten about me this morning.

"Unless you'll be back before I leave for work?" her eyebrows raised, hoping for the best.

"That's doubtful, have you two found a place to stay yet?" taking another sip of coffee.

Ashley chimes in, "A few two-bedroom places that look really nice, you want to see?"

"I need to get out of here. Settle on your favorites and show me what you've found after work, and we can book something, ok?" and Ashley has the biggest grin.

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Making my Monday rounds to launch another week's schedule I'm having a hard time concentrating. I didn't have a chance to get my cock sucked this morning and every time I'm alone in the truck heading to another job site it's all I can think about. I keep getting hard and having to deal with it before I meet up with another subcontractor.

My last stop of the day is with Miguel this afternoon to go over the footer plan, and when I arrive on site, his crew of four are unloading rebar, and lumber for the forms. We roll out the blueprints on the tailgate to discuss a couple of offsets, and the angle and length of the retaining walls. They plan to start early tomorrow morning to have it ready for inspection around noon, then get it poured after lunch.

I caught a segment of the weather forecast on the radio earlier, and it's not good for the end of the week. As always, I'm thinking through how I can manage to get the walls poured, and the landscaping beds done at home before the expected thunderstorms move in sometime Friday. That is, when I'm not thinking about Jill.

Bill had the basement hole cleaned up, and ready for the forms, now loading Johnnie with topsoil to deliver to the house. Once I finished up with Miguel, I walked over to make a game plan with Johnnie now that he's loaded and ready to move out. I'm following him, and we climb into our respective trucks and take off.

All that's on my mind is getting this day over with so I can fuck Jill again. That woman has pulled a nut out of me most every morning for the past couple of weeks, and doing without all day, I am seriously some kind of horny for her right now.

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Johnnie steps down from his single axle dump truck to make sure he's lined up to unload the topsoil in the Y of the driveway I have cleared.

"Does this look good to you?"

"Yep, dump it."

He climbs back in and starts easing the bed up to control the dump just as Jill and Ashley pull into the driveway. I'm motioning him to keep dropping the load as Ashley watches us from the drivers' side while waiting for the garage door to open.

Jill comes walking out of the garage, looking professional as always in a straight navy skirt atop nude color nylons and black heels, a tailored fit collared white blouse, unbuttoned to mid cleavage, and curious about what we are doing.

"Looking good, now if I can get the beds ready and this soil moved in place before rain washes half of it down the yard," at Johnnie as he walks back towards us.

"We have rain coming. When?" He looks concerned since a good rain stops grade work and hauling, and him from making money.

"They say by Friday... Hey, are you watching the final with us tonight?" and I see Jill in the corner of my eye, with a 'oh really, he will be here' expression.

"Yeah man," looking towards Jill, eyeing her up and down, "And hello to you little lady, you're looking fine today!"

"Thank you." with a half-hearted smile, then looking toward me, "Will you be long?" and without another word, walks back through the garage, and into the house.

"I need to go clean up and get pizzas ordered. Head back over in an hour or so." and I could tell Jill really doesn't have time for Johnnie's little 'gift to women' routine.

"Will do," climbing back in his dump truck, and pulling out.

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I have my head tilted back, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I hear the shower door open, then hands running up my chest. I grab the towel I had slung over the glass enclosure to wipe my face and eyes to see again.

"I'm so sorry I missed you this morning."

Man, o man, what a sight for sore eyes to see Jill's smiling face gazing into my eyes, wrapping her arms around my neck. I embrace her, my arms around her lower back as she tippy toes up for a soft kiss. It feels great having her soft skin, those perfect handfuls pressed into my chest with hot water hitting my back and shoulders, as we share a brief tongue swap.

"Well, isn't this a surprise?"

"Here baby, let me wash your back," moving around me so the water hits her back as well as my shoulders.

Jill soaps up a washcloth and begins to wash my back and shoulders, working her way down my sides, and lower back to focus on my buttocks, sliding the washcloth between my legs to gently wash my nutsack.

"Feel good?" kissing me on the neck while making sure my balls are getting the proper attention.

"Oh man, does it ever."

She steps around my front and repeats the same, starting at my shoulders, each arm, moving down my chest to find an already growing erection waiting. With an arm around her waist as she stands beside me, taking her time soaping up my manhood, glancing up with a little grin.

"What do we have here?"

"The result of a man that can't live without you babe."

She does a quick rinse of the washcloth and drops it on the small built-in corner seat, and moves to face me, loosely tugging my soapy boner in both hands towards herself.

Looking up with that sultry little lip bite that she knows drives me crazy, Jill pulls me forward by my boner so she can sit on the small bench, tugging my soapy manhood in one hand, caressing my balls in the other while inspecting her work.

"Mmm, I could play with this all night,"

"Damn that feels so good darlin," looking down, watching her lovingly stroke my shaft with one hand from root to head, and back for several minutes.

Back and forth, back and forth, caressing my nuts with her other hand, and I could stand here and let Jill service my manhood like this all night, but she picks up the washcloth to rinse the remaining soap, and looks up.

"Did you think about me today?" leaning forward to plant one of her French kisses over the head, swirling her tongue all around.

"All fucking day!" placing a hand on the back of her head as I've thought about this all day, pushing half of my tool in her mouth, and she freely accepts me...

"Mumm," pulling back off to suckle and slurp my cockhead a few seconds the way only Jill can. She has me gripped at the base, caressing my nuts, taking me halfway back down again. In and out, her tongue wagging along the underside, in and out at a relaxed pace.

Feeling every movement of her head though my hand, the warmth of her mouth, lapping of her tongue, "Umm mm." I can't help tilting my head back... Oh lord, it feels so good to be back in her loving lips.

It's hard to underestimate how much this woman loves sucking my cock, to make sure I'm taken care of, guiding her head from the back to set the pace in and out of her mouth, "Mmm mm." Her eyes closed just sucking that man meat the way I want to feed her.

Jill has come to know what I like, and I am the same with her, pulling my manhood out of her mouth to reach back and turn the water off.

"You love that cock in your mouth, don't you babe?"

Jill's looking up at me nodding in agreement, running her hands up my thighs. She has that innocent, eyebrows raised expression for a few seconds, parting her lips as if waiting to receive me at my discretion.

Grasping myself at the base, I brush my cockhead along her lips, and she's gazing up at me as if willing to service me as long as I wish. But I know the guys will be showing up soon, so I squat down to her eye level, my hand still behind her wet head, pulling her forward for another soft kiss.

"Let's get dried off and take this to the bedroom." I raise up, helping her stand with me, hand her the towel and she exits first.

Once out, I've pulled another towel from the linen closet and half dried off, but Jill is already wrapping hers around her head, and off to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her elbow's nude, waiting for me. I walk up, drop to my knees taking her by the ankles to lift her legs over my shoulders, forcing her to lay back.

I need to get a quick nut off, but I have to lick that kitty first, wasting no time dragging my tongue through her wet folds, and damn does she taste good. Jill whimpers as I tongue that twat for a minute, raising up with her legs still on my shoulders, slipping my hands under her rear to lift and pull her rear over the edge of the bed.

"I've been thinking about this moment all day," just staring into her eyes with cock in hand, running my boner up through her slippery lips, and up over her clitty.

"Mmm, me too baby," laying back under my control, the look of anticipation in her eyes.

Dragging it back through her folds to find her opening, I guide myself into that warm, wet, snug little treasure of hers, looking down to watch my petite little Jill get stretched open to accommodate my swollen, hungry man meat. There's no time for soft lovemaking as I push my full length deep inside her, and man oh man, is she wet and tight, pulling back to start pumping the love of my life.

"Ohh Gawd!... It feels so big!" looking at me with lust in her eyes, her body lurching forward every time I hit bottom.

With our eyes locked holding Jill by the ankles with her legs spread apart, I started banging that pussy deep and hard. I've got a load that's been building with anticipation all day. She fluffed me in the shower and I'm in full animal mode now, plowing into her to get my rocks off.

Jill's arms flail out, "Oh yes! Do me good baby!" going limp, her breasts jiggle with every thrust.

The visual of her sprawled out like a rag doll, giving that kitty up to fuck her as I please is exactly what I've had in my mind all day. Laying her ankles up on my shoulders, her knees almost touching with her ass on the edge of the bed, I grasp her slender waist in both hands without missing a thrust, and that love tunnel starts to quiver, contracting like crazy around my shaft.

"Oh, Oh, Oh Gawd!" looking up at the ceiling, her eyes half rolled back in complete submission, her body jolting forward with every thrust.

Damn is this petite little thing one hot fuck, just pounding the life out of her, lifting Jill's rear off the bed every time my pelvis smacks into that treasure of hers. That pussy is pulsating like mad, my groin is churning, and my cock is throbbing big time. I'm not about to hold off, and let my load go.

"OH, OH, OHHH GAWD!" looking straight into my eyes with a pained look in the midst of her own orgasm as my seed pumps into her.

Jill's canal is contracting like crazy all around my pulsating member, dumping my lust deep inside her. With a firm grasp of her waist, I pull halfway out of that quivering canal to slam back home, burying as deep as it will go to enjoy the pleasure of that tight, quivering treasure of hers, letting her contractions milk the last of my nut out of me, and holy fuck, does it feel incredible!

I'm starting to feel weak, bending forward to lay my head in Jill's bosom. Her chest rises and falls as her breathing slows, and that pussy still has a few quivers left as she starts to relax with me.

"Sorry I came so soon darlin," and my mind is filled with just how much I love this woman after another go round with possibly the best pussy I've ever had.

I feel her fingers toy with the hair on the back of my head, nuzzled in her breasts.

"Never say sorry baby, quick or long it's always a great ride with you."

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Jill is deciding what to wear that's appropriate since my buddies will be here soon. She settles on purple capris, her white belt, and open toe leather wedges. A lavender blouse with cap sleeves that's gathered and puffy in the bust with a keyhole opening, the drawstring tied in a bow to keep it from falling open. The fabric is ruched, and snug around her torso up to the bust, tucked into her capris.

I have to say it really shows off her hips, and small waist, yet somewhat helps hide that she's braless. Jill has this knack when it comes to fashion, able to dress in a way that flaunts the fit body she works so hard at maintaining, yet so damn classy at the same time, and I love that about her.

Ashley is sitting at the Island barefoot, still in her jeans and short sleeve tank top that she wore to school. She's surfing her laptop when we walk into the kitchen, greeting us with a grin. This is new for her to hear mom's outbursts in the throes of a good fucking, something she never heard when they were still living with her dad.

"What are you grinning about?" chucking a bit.

"You two... A couple of lovebirds!" her grin turning into that little 'teehee' tongue between her teeth signature Ashley grin.

"Ok, ok," shaking my head, "So did you two settle on a condo?"

"Yep, right here, we like this one the best and it's available." pushing her laptop over for me to see photos of the place.

"It's very nice honey, but it's also the most expensive one we found."

Looking it over, I have to say it's a super nice rental. An open living, dining, kitchen area, two bedrooms and baths that all exit sliding glass doors to a long balcony overlooking a pool and hot tub with an ocean view. The inside is bright, cheery and well furnished.

The exterior photos are what really grabbed my attention. It appears to be two buildings, maybe four stories high, surrounded with live oaks and palm trees creating some distance from adjoining properties rather than being on a hot highway in a long line of high rises.

"Ok, where is it?"

"Amelia Island, Florida, it's just over the Georgia line."

"Jill, can you get that week off?"

"I went to see Kim to ask, but she was out today at a manager's seminar. I'll take the time off one way or the other."

"This looks really nice, should we book it?" and Ashley's face lights up.

"Can we?"

I'm pulling out a credit card, when the doorbell rings, and Jill chimes in.

"Andy, you should know that one is thirty-two hundred for the week, but there are two others at Gulf shores for two thirds of that," walking away to answer the door.

"Here, you two do what you need to for a deposit or whatever to rent it," handing Ashley my card.

"And sweetheart, would you order a couple of extra-large pizzas? A supreme and whatever you and your mom like."

"Will do," and that grin turns into a full-blown smile stepping down off the stool to whisper in my ear just as Jill is welcoming the guys in.

"I love you," and backs up to climb back into her stool. Those steely blue eyes just gazing at me with that little teen grin, bubbly with excitement, and I am filled to the brim. I have no clue why I feel this way, but something about bringing joy into this young girl's life fills a hole I never knew I had.

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The pregame show is on TV while Steve, Ned, Johnnie, and I are drinking beer and shooting pool. We've been making bold wagers on who will win the national championship tonight, and that ends up being who will be partners. The game doesn't start for another hour, partnering up Steve and I taking Florida, Ned and Johnnie taking Houston.

It's not long before Jill shows up at the bottom of the stairs holding two boxes, with paper plates sitting on top.

"Andy, the pizzas are here."

"Why don't you girls join us down here while they're warm," getting a soft smile from Jill..

She yells up the stairs, "Ashley honey, you want to come downstairs and have pizza with guys?"

It's only seconds until we can see her come trotting down in her jeans, her braless breasts bounce with each step, catching a lot of stares.

We all gather around the bar. Ashley takes the furthest stool, while Jill is at the end of the bar, playing the perfect hostess, handing out plates and napkins. Asking if anyone needs a fresh drink.

The guys are politely thanking and complimenting Jill. In all the hubbub, I take a second to observe her, and the scene around her. Looking sharp tonight, always in some type of lifting shoes to lengthen the look of those fabulous legs as I asked her too, I'm loving the look in those purple capris.

They come down to cover her knees, and lace up the short slits at the sides of the bottom hem, and no way these guys don't see how nicely her ass fills them. Just above the white belt, her lavender blouse is tucked in, and snug around her torso up to a pleated, loose fit over her breasts with an opening that still gives a peek of cleavage. A ribbon tied in a bow above holds the opening together for some modesty.

Her braless tits are somewhat camouflaged in the puffy fit, yet anytime she stretches her arms forward or up, the fabric pulls tight to the shape of her breasts and her pokies come into view. Jill seems to find just the right balance of conservative mom, with a touch of hot looking hostess, and it gives me this awkward sense of pride.

Everyone's joking and eating. Steve and Ned are having a polite conversation with Ashley about graduating, and she seems to be enjoying our little pizza party. Johnnie just can't keep his eyes off Jill, and he's not even trying to hide it, maneuvering to get close to her at the end of the bar as if wanting to grab another slice. I thought he would behave himself after being rejected last week, and I'm keeping a close eye.

"So Jill, thought about going out for that drink sometime soon?" setting his plate down, leaning against the bar, playing mister cool.

"No, actually I hadn't," being polite, but giving him no opening.

"Ok, but I'm not about to give up on a pretty thing like you till you say yes."

Jill doesn't answer, rather she looks him square in the face, giving him an eye roll towards what Johnnie interprets as 'knocking it off around her daughter,' when she's actually referring to me.

"Oh sorry, I got ya sweetheart, we can talk about it later," and I realize I need to come to her rescue, moving in behind her, placing my hand on her back.

"Um, no, I don't think that's a good idea. Andy hasn't told you we started dating?" looking back at me, not sure what else to say, then removes herself and walks around the guys to join their conversation with Ashley, leaving him leaning against the bar looking at me.

"You mean you two are?" sort of staring at me for a few seconds. "Hell man, I didn't know you two were a thing now."

"Yeah, well, we sort of hit it off this past week."

Ned and Steve caught a bit of what Jill had said, and this isn't exactly the way I had hoped my buddies would find out, but it's out in the open now so I let it go at that.

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All four of us are sitting around the sectional, slamming back beers, and the game is a thriller. A slugfest going back and forth, and neither team has been ahead by more than four points as the first half comes to a close.

We've knocked out the better part of two twelve packs, getting loud yelling at the refs, high fives at dunked baskets, flaming each other about who will win, and well on our way to getting shit faced. I suggest we do a couple bourbon shots since this will be the last get together until football resumes.

The guys are sitting on bar stools, upping their wagers on the game being so close when Jill comes strolling down the stairs with a platter of wings. She joins me behind the bar as I'm pouring shots, and I can't help but smile, shaking my head at her as she sits the platter down.

"What did you do?" spreading the shot glasses across the bar.

"I could hear you boys all the way upstairs having such a good time. It's been a while since pizza so I thought you might be getting hungry again."

"Damn Jill, awesome!" and, "Wow, you made us chicken wings?" comes from the guys.

"You wanna join us for a shot?" my eyebrows raised, inviting her stay.

"I think I'll pass, I'm going to turn in soon," yet feeling really appreciated.

Everyone takes their glass in hand, and Ned raises his, "A toast. To the close of another season, good times with good friends, and especially to the hostess with the mostest!"

Steve adds a "Touche," and Jill is beside herself, smiling at everyone, feeling like the guys have accepted her being around during my man cave, guy nights.

Everyone downs their shot, with a little head shake, and a "Whew boy!" slamming their glass down. Jill traces her fingers down my arm, giving me a soft smile, and I catch Steve watching Jill go up the stairs until she's out of sight.

He leans across the bar, "Hey man, I heard her say you two are dating now? I'm happy for ya, I mean that little lady is pretty awesome."

Ned chimes in, "Yeah man, I like her a lot too."

"Hell, nobody should be surprised this lucky bastard is already tapping that!" comes blurting out of Johnnie's half drunk mouth, with a sneering chuckle.

Ned quickly interjects, "Gezus Johnnie!"

Little do any of us know, but Jill overheard Steve's first remark, and stopped at the top of the stairs listening, thrilled with what's being said until Johnnie's remark.

"Who said I was tapping anything? Fuck dude, I mean if you can't see it, she's the most selfless person with the biggest heart, and I just hope I can live up to her standards!" My voice is stern and unwavering.

"So I took her out for her birthday last weekend, we had a great night and hit it off. Maybe it gets serious, maybe not, but she's not around just for me to tap, got it?"

Jill puts her hand over her mouth, completely taken aback at my chivalrous defense of her honor.

"Ok, ok, I've had a little too much to drink, sorry bruh." He knows he fucked up by the wide eyed look.

"Look Johnnie, just because your thing is chasing skirts and trying to get laid, this isn't that. I've been batching it for a long time and you know what? It's nice to have coffee and talk with Jill in the mornings for a change."

Jill's heart is melting, her eyes getting misty, and she's heard all she needs too, and heads to the bedroom.

The second half is starting, and Ned's seen firsthand what's been happening between Jill and I from the day he helped move her in, and is tired of Johnnie's bullshit.

"Why do you have to be so crude, dude?"

"Fuck you Ned!"

Steve jumps in before the evening goes sideways, "Hey man, he didn't know, I mean none of us knew they were, you know, were like a couple now," looking at Ned, then me.

"How about we let this go, watch the game, and finish off these wings."

With that, we all seem to chill out a bit so I pour us another shot. We down them, bump fists that all is well, and head back to the sectional to finish the game.

It doesn't take long and we're flaming each other about our teams again and all is forgotten. In fact, we end up shooting some pool afterwards with a couple more shots after the beer is gone. It's well past 2am and everybody files out to go home and grab some sleep before another workday.

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I close up the house and head to the bedroom to find Jill nude, laying on her stomach with the cover pulled up above waist. I manage to pull my clothes off, stumbling around drunk, hoping Jill will let me have another quickie.

I slowly pull the cover down to her calves, and she has one knee bent, the other straight out, and that kitty is looking like it needs to be licked. I crawl in bed with half a boner, getting myself positioned between her half opened legs, and her scent is driving me crazy. I want to eat that pussy, but laying on her stomach her treasure is just too low to reach.

But my drunk ass isn't giving up, licking and suckling that warm, soft crease up through her butt cheeks to find her bum. I am so horny for this woman, pushing those soft, firm cheeks open, I just dive in licking all around her puckered rim, darting my tongue in her asshole, and I don't give a fuck, I just want to devour this woman anyway I can have her.

Jill starts to respond, "Mmm," shifting a bit, arching her back to give me better access, and I move further down to lick what I can reach of her folds.

"Mmm," groggy and half awake now, "Come here baby, "rolling over on her side so we can spoon fuck, and I go with it.

Once we get cuddled, I grab my half hard boner trying to find her opening with no success, so Jill reaches between her legs to help guide me into her treasure.

I've had so much alcohol my cock just won't stay hard enough. I'm holding myself at the base, but my cock sort of folds when I attempt to push in. But in my state I can't seem to realize it's futile, so Jill reaches back to take hold of my wrist, pulling my arm around her to cup her breast.

"It's ok baby, get some sleep," her words soothing my frustration, and it's literally a minute and I'm out.

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"Hey baby."

Jill is leaning with an elbow on the bed, brushing my shoulder to wake me. I slowly open my eyes, groggy, and feeling hung over.

"It's 7:30. I don't want you to oversleep if you need to be somewhere, or go back to sleep if you want."

She's looking down at me with that beautiful morning smile in her white lacy sheer robe tied at the waist hanging open, her handfuls looking so firm and suckable. Her other hand playfully tracing around my tummy.

"Yea, I need to get up, thanks darlin," raising my arms behind my head.

"I think I overdid it last night, just let me lay here a few minutes to wake up," and she nods her head with a grin, and leaves me to myself.

I manage to get up and unload a bladder full of beer, and flop back on the bed with a thick head, staring at the ceiling, and the first thing coming to mind is needing to check on the footers this morning. I need to make sure there aren't any corrections needed before they get poured.

In walks Jill, returning with a glass of orange juice, and aspirin, "This might help," and sits back on the bed beside me, with a loveliest of smiles.

"Well thank you darlin," popping the aspirin, and a good slug of juice, then fluffing my pillow to lay back again.

"You're so pleasant this morning, and I know we got noisy last night. That was the last game, so you won't have to put up with it again."

Jill starts running her hand along my thigh with her head tilted, just gazing in my eyes, and grinning like a schoolgirl with a first crush.

"What?"

"What you said last night," pushing the cover aside to find my morning wood, and starts to trace her fingertips along the length looking back up at me.

"You said the sweetest things about me, about us."

"You heard all that?" surprised she was bringing it up.

"Uh huh, and you never bragged like most men would do," pushing my hair over my ear. "And when you said how much you enjoy having coffee together in the mornings I almost cried," slipping her hand between my legs to cup my ballsack, and starts massaging my nuts in her soft little fingers.

"I'm so glad I fell in love with a man like you."

Her eyes are getting misty gazing into my eyes, running her fingertips over my ear and through my hair again with a long sigh.

"I thought you knew how I felt about you darlin," reaching up, laying the back of my hand against her breast to toy with her hair, and she looks so fucking beautiful right now.

"But to hear you actually say it, I mean to your guy friends, I never would have expected that," just glowing with that loving smile Jill has, gently caressing my balls.

"Never doubt me darlin, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Jill raises up, and climbs into the bed, straddling my hips with nothing on but that sheer robe.

"It was the truth, I love being with you," running my hands along her thighs.

Jill has that loving mother look about her, bending forward for a lingering kiss, leaving her hands on either side of my shoulders as she raises above me, and slides that slippery kitty forward and back along my boner. Just gazing at me with that smile, her folds getting more and more slippery working herself up.

"But there is more than just coffee with me in the mornings," with a wink.

Reaching between her legs, she guides me to her opening, and slowly sits back to slip a third of my length inside her, and my hands have found her hips to hold.

Jill leans forward again, pulling off until just the head remains inside her wet opening for another soft kiss.

She pushes herself up to sit back up, her eyes locked with mine, lowering herself down taking two thirds of my manhood into her snug little canal.

"Mmm," closing her eyes with that little lower lip bite she has, squeezing her vaginal muscles around my swollen sausage.

"Umm, yes," wagging that ass to work her way down the rest of that man meat until it I'm engulfed with a soft moan.

"Mmmm, oh my!" Her eyes open with a sultry gaze, loving the feeling of being filled up.

I'm completely under her spell, just laying back letting her writhe and squeeze on my tool. That warm, snug pussy has my entire shaft enveloped, and I am in Jill heaven.

Jill sits up in my lap, with her hands behind herself, raising her hips up and down from the knees. I'm holding her hips, watching her pull that kitty half way up my shaft, and slide back down, "Ooh, mmm," and up, sliding down again, "Oh yes!"

Up and down, up and down, "Mmm," riding me in a smooth rhythm. What a way to wake up, just laying back letting the woman I love use my morning boner to enjoy herself like this.

I start pulling her at her waist to hump me faster without realizing it, but Jill takes my wrists and pushes them to the bed shaking her head no, as she rides me without missing a beat, only stopping for a few seconds to sit and grind that treasure around my engulfed member, moaning out loud.

"Oooh mmm," raising her arms, placing her hands behind her head to ride that pony some more. Jill is in complete control, fucking me the way she wants this morning, getting louder, and my cock is starting to throb just watching her go at it.

"Ahhh Baby... It's so good!"

She starts caressing her breast, an almost pained look as she rolls her nipple. Her hips moving forward and back, just riding that manmeat hard like she was galloping in a saddle for what seems like forever. Jill is lost in passion, and that pussy is just sucking the life out of me.

"Oh gawd, I love this cock!"

Bringing her hands down to hold my shoulders, she arches her back to raise that ass up high on my pole, dropping back down to slam into my pelvis, picking up her pace, again and again, losing herself in the moment, just fucking the hell out of me.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Oh Gawd, Oh Gawd, Ah, Ah."

That ass raises and slams down, long and hard, as I start thrusting up to meet her, again, and again, and again. That pussy is so fucking wet and tight, and the faster she fucks me the more my cock swells and throbs, holding her hips to hang on for dear life.

"Oooh, Yes, Yes, Yes!"

She's in a zone tilting that ass up in a twerk, raising and lowering from her waist, slamming that pussy down each time to hit bottom, my nuts are starting to boil, her breathing is getting shorter, and her canal is quivering.

"Gezus, fuck me darlin!"

"Oh Gawd Yes!" Her vaginal walls start contracting, that pussy is getting tighter, and my nuts are aching.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Yessss!" hitting her climax...

It's incredible how fucking snug and active her honey hole is when she reaches the mountaintop, just sucking my cock when she rises. Her treasure contracting and squeezing my swollen tool in the throws of her orgasm. I can't hold off, letting loose a pulsing stream, as Jill rides that boner, milking the cum out of me yet again.

She collapses into my chest, her head lay under my chin, still grinding and backing into my still hard tool until she knows I've emptied. I take her in my arms, our mixed juices leaking out, running down my balls.

"Damn darlin, what a way to wake up," kissing her forehead, holding her close as she finally eases up.

"Mmm, having sex with you has become an addiction," nuzzling under my chin. "But baby, I need to hurry, or Ashley is going to be late.

Jill raises up and hurries into the bathroom to clean herself up and throw some clothes on as I lay here exhausted until I hear the garage door close, wondering just how much better it could possibly get with this woman.

I stumble into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and bring it to the bathroom to get myself together, clean my package, and get dressed.

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It's a late start, almost 10:00 when I pull up to see Miguel's crew hard at it. All the forms are nailed in, just getting started cutting and bending the rebar, and it looks like they will be ready for a noon inspection.

I walk the perimeter checking the layout against the blueprints, and Miguel has everything in order with the offsets and retaining walls just as we discussed, so I head back to the truck.

"Everything looks good, boss?"

"Yep, looking good, so how many yards?"

"I think sixteen. I will know better after the first load."

"Ok, I'll have them send a truck with ten around 2:00 and you can call in for the final load. But listen, you think you can get the wall crew in here tomorrow morning and be ready for an afternoon pour on Thursday. There's rain coming on Friday.

He stares off, "Um, yes Mr. Burnside, I think we can manage that."

"Greatly appreciated!" giving a pat on his shoulder.

Miguel nods and walks off to get back to his crew. Now I won't have to spend a grand to have it pumped in next week, picking up my phone to call in this afternoon's order.

I take off to see how Eric is coming along on the trim work so I can get back to make sure everything passes inspection. Driving along I'm thinking about getting Jill involved with selecting paint colors for this house when I get a text alert. It's Ashley, leaving it until I've pulled in the drive to open it.

'Just checking if you're able to pick me up today?' with a photo attached she must have taken this morning.

In front of her bathroom mirror topless, she's holding the phone to the side to snap a shot of herself. Just out of the shower, her hair is wet with a towel around her waist, her skin looks so smooth and soft, and those outstanding full teen breasts, nipples erect and proud, grinning with that little 'teehee, tip of the tongue' smile of hers.

Oh man, I forgot about that, having to snap myself out of staring at her photo to go inside to talk with Eric for several minutes.

I get back in the truck knowing I need to reply so I send, 'Yes. If I get held up, I'll text you.'

Ashley immediately responds with a smiley face icon, with little floating hearts, making me chuckle a bit.

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With the Inspection approved, I ran over to see how Steve was getting along after last night in case he had any questions on the brick window design, then back to make sure the concrete had arrived on time and Miguel was all set.

I rush to make it to school in time with a few minutes to spare. I'm waiting by the gymnasium staring at Ashley's photo and I know what she may have in mind, but I only have a couple of afternoons to get the landscaping beds stripped of sod and the topsoil in place before the hard rains predicted for Friday.

The door opens, and Ashley climbs into the passenger seat, and throws her backpack on the floorboard. I can't help noticing the cute little plaid skirt, knee socks, and collarless button front knit top she's wearing. Those lovely tits I've just been staring at topless on my phone, being nicely held in her bra. She's all smiles and excited to see me.

As I'm negotiating my way out of the parking lot, Ashley is bubbling about her and her mom booking the rental last night, and what they talked about while I was partying with the guys.

"Mom told me you were in this hot band a long time ago."

"Did she now, a long time ago, eh?" chuckling at her sense of time, looking over to see her excited smile.

"She told me you were the drummer and had all this long hair."

"Well, that was back when I was a very young man with no responsibilities, but there were some good times."

"Did you stop playing?" settling into her seat, wanting to know more.

"Yes and no, I still beat around sometimes, but it's been a while since I played in a band."

"Why is that?"

"Oh sweetheart, that's a long story," pausing a few seconds, "Let's just say I grew out of it, youth doesn't last forever," giving her a wink.

This goes on all the way home, still peppering me with questions as I'm maneuvering around to back down the longer drive, using the camera to inch back under the trailer tongue. We get out, and I walk around and start preparing to hook the trailer up to my truck.

"Wacha doing?" standing behind me in that cute little outfit, but the visual of her topless is in the back of my mind.

"They're calling for a lot of rain in a few days, so I need move all that dirt to get your moms landscaping beds built before it hits."

Looking up at her as I'm cranking the tongue down, she is expressionless, and I can tell she's disappointed. I flip the lock down, raise up facing her with a hand on the tailgate.

"You said you liked doing stuff together, you wanna help me?"

"How? What can I do?" with a confused look.

"Well, to start, you could pull the trailer up in the front yard while I bring the tractor up."

"Really?" her eyes light up.

'Sure, just stop at the edge of the drive, and I'll wave you in when I get up there."

Ashley climbs into the driver's seat, nervous as hell only having experience in her mom's little SUV, and here she is about to drive this big ass truck pulling a trailer. Off she goes, creeping up the drive with the trailer making all sorts of clanking noises. I fire up the tractor, drive up past where she's stopped and park it parallel with the house.

I climb down, and start waving Ashley forward into the yard, leaving plenty of space to maneuver the backhoe, and be able to drop the sod on the back end of the trailer. I'm chuckling inside watching her through the windshield, the look on her face is sheer panic the whole way until I raise my hands to stop.

She steps out. "Now what?" just glowing as her anxieties diminish.

"There's plenty to do, but you probably should change clothes, this is going to stir a lot of dust in the air."

"Ok!" not having a clue what I might have her do, she grabs her backpack out the truck, hits the garage door opener and hurries inside.

I climb back on the tractor, get the seat turned, and start going through the levers to extend the little backhoe out as far as it will go to start at the sidewalk, dragging a shallow cut of sod inside Jill's painted line, dumping it on the back end of the trailer.

I'm more than pleased with the reach and capabilities of this little backhoe, repeating until I have to stop, and pull up so I can extend the reach again. Ashley is standing on the porch in tennis shoes, her loose running shorts, tank top, and unbuttoned flannel shirt with the sleeves folded up once, waiting patiently.

I shut down to idle and wave her over, and she comes trotting over to be able to hear me.

"You wanna learn something new?" and she has that confused look again.

"Come on, step up here with me," holding a handout, and she gets this big smile taking hold of my hand.

I help pull her up between me and the lever panel, and it's a very tight space, and just the single tractor seat. She's looking at me like 'what do I do?' so I take hold of her hips, turn her back to me, and guide her into my lap.

My legs opened for space as Ashley settled in, our four feet cramped together lined in a row. She adjusts her rear a bit, as I'm taking hold of her wrists to place her hands on the levers.

Looking over her shoulder to see, I spoke into her ear, "Ok, really easy, we're going to pull on these levers so you can see what each one does."

I can only see the side of her face but she's grinning ear to ear as we pull the first one back, and the backhoe arm lifts, and she starts to giggle. Then the next, and the arm extends, the next tilts the bucket, and the last swings the arm side to side, and we stop for a second. She turns to look at me the best she can.

"This is awesome, can I dig?"

"Sure, sweetheart let's do it a few times together. Once you have the hang of it I'll let you go solo," but those slick nylon running shorts have her slowly slipping out of my lap, so I grasp her waist, and pull her back up to settle back in my lap.

So here we go, I have my hands loosely on top of hers, letting her operate the levers. I have to catch her quite a bit to get lined up, or not dig too deep, or hit the trailer when we swing the bucket over to dump. Ashley is giggling the whole time and has me laughing too having a blast together.

It's awkward in the small area designed for one with my legs spread open, and her in my lap being the only way to accommodate the both of us. But she keeps slipping, constantly having to work her way back up. That soft teen ass squirming around is giving me a serious erection, and it's getting uncomfortable pinned against my thigh. I'm pretty sure she's being intentional about it to a degree.

"Stand up for a second sweetheart," and she does, looking back to see me adjusting this unruly boner to lay straight up in my cargo shorts for some room.

"Did I do that?" with that little tip of the tongue 'teehee' grin of hers.

"Do you see anyone else sitting in my lap?" grasping her waist again to guide her back into my lap, giggling, and making sure my erection is nestled between her cheeks.

The arm only extends maybe eight feet, so she has to jump down so I can turn the seat to pull up with every long pass we make and have her pull the trailer up to stay alongside us. By the second move she understands what we're doing, and we're becoming an efficient team, always anxious to climb back in the tractor to ride my boner through our clothes again.

Ashley's gotten the hang of it now, time for her to solo so I just hold her waist and let her go at it. We continue like this, scrape sod, move up, scrape sod, move up for the next hour. We are close to having all the sod removed from the paint marked perimeter when Jill pulls in the driveway, home from work.

She stops in front of the garage, not bothering to open it, gets out, and walks up the sidewalk taking in the scene of Ashley sitting in my lap operating the backhoe, both of us laughing and having the best time.

She stands there with her hand over her mouth, not sure what to make of this. Ashley sitting in my lap operating this machine, watching her daughter simply having the time of her life, and her emotions overwhelm her senses. A tear begins to form.

Just the sight of us together having fun like this, that I am everything her dad was not. Always taking an interest in her, including her in my day, helping guide and protect her, and oh my, spoiling her because I enjoy doing it. Never in a million years did she think something like this could happen.

I drop the tractor down to idle, and Ashley jumps down, giddy as she trots over to her mom, as I take the controls to clean up the last swath of sod up against the house.

"Did you see that? I was running it all by myself!"

"I did honey, I did," wiping the solitary tear.

"What's wrong mom?"

"Not a thing, it just makes me happy to see you so happy is all."

Ashley just stares at her mom with a half frown, half smile as Jill wraps her arm around her shoulder and pulls her close, without a word.

I shut the tractor down and walk over to the girls. Jill is looking sharp in a loose fitting, dark grey pinstripe pantsuit and heels with her arm around her daughter, and I can see her eyes are a little red.

"I have to tell you; this girl is quite the backhoe operator!"

"I could see that, and you two have this shaping up nicely," still holding her daughter close.

"Well, the outer edge is done, but I still need to remove the rest of the sod up to the house while the trailer is pulled up."

"Will you be long?"

"A couple of hours, probably until dark." looking back over the area.

"Hmm, I have plenty of time then. How does meatloaf and mashed potatoes sound for dinner?"

"Anything you fix is always great."

"I'll help mom." glancing up at Jill.

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The next hour or so, is removing sod with the wider front load bucket. Tilting it into the edge we just removed, easing forward up to the house, lifting and maneuvering around to dump in the trailer. It's not a tough task, but slow and time consuming until I finally have the entire bed cleared, and a good size pile on the back end of the trailer.

My ass is dragging from lack of sleep, this sort of blah feeling all day after drinking too much last night, and I need a drink of water while I'm at a stopping point.

Jill is leaning down on her elbows on Island in her apron when I walk in. Her rear is arched out a bit in just a pair of soft white cotton briefs that cover maybe half her cheeks and a matching short sleeved tank top underneath talking with her daughter.

Ashley sees me come in, her eyes open wide and jumps off her stool to come give me a big hug.

"Thanks for spending the afternoon with me, that was so much fun!" stepping back to show off the skimpy clothes her mom bought for her a few days ago.

She stands in front of me, barefoot, tippy toeing up in little white shorts and white crop top with "Sweetheart' written in pink script across the chest.

The tiniest of short shorts in a soft knit fabric sitting low on her hips. Not more than a few inches tall, pulling snugly into her crotch draws my attention to the prominent mound that holds her treasure. A narrow hem with a drawstring tied in a bow, exposing the top of her hips, up that flat little tummy.

Her spaghetti strap tank top has low cut arm openings, cropped just above her belly button, and so tight it looks painted on. Ashley's nipples are erect, excited, and obvious. The cottony fabric stretches to conform to the shape of her breasts, holding those perfect teen tits firm, yet barely able to contain them at the sides.

"Oh, My. God!" My jaw is likely hanging open gazing at this teen's unbelievably perfect body with little left to the imagination. Such a gorgeous face, her new hair style in thick tossed waves cascading over her shoulders, looking so fucking hot standing there with her hands behind her back on tip toes, swaying side to side, playing innocent the way she does with the biggest smile.

"You like? I told mom you would." breaking my spell to look over at Jill, still leaning on the counter, her eyebrows raised with that coy little lip bite looking at me like, 'well?'

"Gezus sweetheart, you don't plan to wear something like this out, do you?" and I'm as serious as a heart attack.

"No silly, it's just for around the house," and starts giggling at the way I'm ogling her.

I know I need to get refocused, and get out of here to wrap up outside, take a few steps to the fridge, and grab a bottle of water. Jill raises up, turns, and slips her hand inside my elbow looking up with that motherly expression of pride she has.

"The meatloaf is about done, are you finished outside?"

"I just need to get the truck and tractor moved out of the yard. I think I'll unload in the morning... Babe, I'm beat."

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I've pulled the trailer behind the building, positioned to use the front end loader to drag the sod off the rear end. Now slowly walking back up the drive to bring the tractor down, it's been a full long day, the sun has set, and my body is talking to me.

As I'm driving the tractor down the drive, I'm picturing Jill and Ashley in those skimpy clothes knowing I encouraged them with those silly house rules, but lord have mercy! Those two have taken to it like a duck to water, and it's easy to see they love my attention.

Jill has become insatiable, keeping my nuts drained non-stop, and with Ashley's teen hormones raging is looking to have her turn at it too. The last thing I want to do is dampen either girl's enthusiasm hoping I can keep up, but I need some down time tonight.

I come in through the garage, pull off my work shoes, letting Jill know I'll be ready to eat after a quick shower, and it's already pushing 8:30.

Standing under the hot water running through my hair, beating against my shoulders, I'm really feeling it now. A late night of drinking, lack of sleep, an eleven-hour workday, and I am worn out. I'm ready to eat, maybe sit in my recliner for a little TV, or just hit the rack. I slip on my good ol' jammie bottoms, T-shirt, house shoes, and stroll into the kitchen.

The girls are spry though dinner, Ashley rubbing my leg occasionally as she keeps talking about operating the backhoe, looking to call Lana after dinner to tell her all about it. Jill just let her go on, glancing my way with a smile, knowing how I reached out to her from the first night to form this growing bond between us.

The girls start cleaning up once done with dinner, and Jill informs me about her trip to the dmv as she loads the dishwasher.

"I couldn't just add you. I had to apply for a new title with both our names. The lady told me they are issued out of Frankfort, and I can expect it in the mail in about seven to ten days."

"Geez, I have to wait another week?" disappointed, she pulls up Lana's number and heads off to her bedroom to tell her about her afternoon.

"Yeah, I thought that might be the case. Darlin, I'm going to go stretch out in my recliner. I'm worn out, so if I fall asleep, just wake me when you're ready to go to bed."

Jill looks up, "I can tell, go get comfy, I'll be down in a bit."

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Stretched out in my recliner clicking through channels, I leave it on the History Channel with some documentary about the Civil War. I lay back as far as it will go, and close my eyes, listening to the narration.

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"Baby, are you watching this?' softly rubbing my shoulder and not knowing how long I've been napping I don't bother to open my eyes.

"Uh... watch what you want," and hear the rustling of Jill getting comfy on the couch, and it gets silent other than the beeps of her channel surfing, and I'm gone again.

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A bumping movement wakes me yet again, my arm getting lifted, and I open my eyes. It's Ashley, working her way into her snuggle spot.

"Don't bother him honey, he's been sleeping for a while."

"Is it ok if I snuggle, I'll be still." innocently looking up at me.

"Ashley!"

"It's ok babe," closing my eyes again as Ashley lays her head into my side, pulling my arm around her waist to cup her breast.

That can't happen without me caressing that soft firm tit for a few seconds, and it seems she used that as a prelude to play with my cock tonight. slipping her fingers inside my fly searching for my flaccid member.

"Sweetheart, I'm not up for that tonight," one eye half open to see a bit of disappointment, she pulls her fingers back out, only to snake her way back to find my package outside my jammies, gently taking it in her palm to hold me.

"Honey, Andy needs his rest!"

She doesn't respond to her mom, staying still, caressing my package for a few minutes until she thinks I've dozed back off.

But I can feel her snuggle a bit more under my arm, being very gentle to slip her fingertips down along my ball sack, cupping my sleeping cock in the palm of her hand, and begins to lightly massage my whole package, as if I wouldn't notice.

She's slowly getting me hard, and opening my eyes all I can see is her hair, and Jill glancing over with a concerned look that her daughter isn't leaving me alone to rest. In my groggy state her hair smells so good, and her gentle play is relaxing. I know she's been wanting this all afternoon, and as long as she doesn't get carried away, I'm good.

Ashley is being such a sweetheart and enjoying what she can, being ever so gentle, inching her way around to grasp my tool through my pj's, then patiently waits a few more minutes, before running her fingers along my now swollen manhood, and it's soothing to drift off to.

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"Andy, wake up its midnight, let's go to bed.'" with a shake of my shoulder.

Slowly opening my eyes to see the TV was off, and Ashley still snuggled up under my chin, her feet pulled up in a fetal position. She's dead asleep with her hand deep in my fly holding my nutsack.