Sleep once again came easy, dreaming of my new summer job. Awakening early, I waited for Mom to show up for breakfast. She was late. I feared she’d sleep in since she took the week off. I was ready to return to my room when I heard her door open and close.
She kissed my neck and started the coffee machine. She wore a dark green and sleeveless nightie, which revealed a small strip of thigh meat while she glided around the kitchen. The other difference was that she didn’t change, staying to prepare breakfast.
Once the food was ready, she served us and sat opposite me. Her new nightie had a thin gap in front which displayed a small amount of cleavage. I openly stared at the exposed flesh of the insides of her full breasts. She continued to eat as if nothing had changed. My prick was rock-hard through the meal. I barely heard her talk to me concerning the day’s events.
“Sam! Did you hear me? I said I’m going to Sharon’s for a while to work out the details,” Mom said, breaking me out of my trance.
“Sorry, Mom. I was thinking about working in the yard,” I lied.
As soon as we finished and I spotted her car going down the road, I was already stroking my prick, quickly cumming to the vision of my mother’s sexy body. I worked in the garden, and Mom showed up several hours later. We ate and decided to go to the movies with Rachel in the afternoon. It was a pleasant day, but my thoughts centered on what she and Sharon had discussed today.
My aunt left for her house afterward, leaving Mom and me on the couch again.
Capturing my gaze, Mom said, “I met with a client at Sharon’s and made arrangements for us to rendezvous tomorrow. Our client will show up here while you wait in your room. I won’t introduce you to her. They don’t want to be able to recognize you if they happen to see you later. I’ll prepare her for the procedure. She’ll be on my bed, covered with a sheet. Your job is to uncover her far enough to conduct your business. The client won’t expose her face nor talk to you.”
I nodded to acknowledge my instructions. Concerned whether I’d be able to get hard without any foreplay, I rebuked, “I don’t know, Mom. No kissing, no talking, and slight touching. I don’t know if I’ll be able to perform with those restrictions.”
Silent for a moment, thinking over what I said, she replied, “It might be a challenge. I’ll let them know you may have to caress their legs to advance things, and you can talk to them if it helps. They won’t respond to anything you say. They desire a successful outcome, so I’m sure they’ll be tolerant for whatever it takes.”
*****
Mom was once again clad in her green nightie while we ate breakfast. I went to my room to await the call for my services. I didn’t change out of my robe, keeping my thoughts on anything but Mom. I didn’t want to blow off a load prematurely. I heard a car pull up, and soon after, muffled voices drifted up from downstairs. Mom was preparing our client. Hearing a light knock on my door, I opened it to see Mom still clad in her nightie.
Seeing my surprised look, she explained, “Don’t be alarmed, Sam. My style of dress makes for a more relaxed atmosphere for the clients.”
I wasn’t about to complain; I wouldn’t mind if she wore it all day. She stroked my upper arms, holding me. I did the same, relishing in the texture of her smooth, soft skin. She asked, “Honey, we didn’t talk about payment and how much you’d like after expenses.”
“Mom, keep whatever you get,” I replied. “You’re putting me through college. You deserve it, and I don’t need any money. You take care of everything as it is.”
She smiled and pressed her thinly covered body to mine in a tight hug. I felt her braless tits squash my robe-covered chest while we stroked each other’s arms. I quickly hardened and released her before it became too obvious. She smiled and told me to wait a few minutes before coming down. Apprehension swept through me while I anxiously waited to start my new summer job.
I nervously ventured downstairs to Mom’s bedroom, closing the door behind me. I removed my robe, my prick already softening from the pressure of the situation. A silk sheet was attached to Mom’s headboard, covering the woman’s body to her feet.
Her breasts pushed up the sheet as well as her pelvic bones. I walked up close and moved the covering up, exposing her legs below her knees. They were a deep brown, not from her race, but from suntanning. This woman was a sun worshiper. Her legs were closed together, and her muscles tensed when I ran my hands up and down her lower legs.
Her skin felt tough, leathery, and dry from the damaging sun. Seeing her nervous state, I quietly spoke to her, attempting to ease her stress. I moved the sheet up further, stroking her upper legs and thighs. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides. She was so uneasy that I was afraid we would have to cancel.
I was entirely soft as my mind raced to try to think of how to proceed to put this woman more at ease. Suddenly it hit me. She loved to bask in the sun and was probably proud of her tan.
While gently massaging her legs, I said, “Your legs are a beautiful shade of deep brown and really sexy.” Feeling her muscles relax, I continued, “Imagine that you’re tanning in the sun. You feel the warm sun rays hitting your skin.” Her fingers relaxed while she escaped to her happy place.
While I stroked her thighs, I said, “Pretend that my hands are yours, spreading oil on your legs.” It worked; her thoughts shifted to a more pleasant environment when she spread her legs apart a few more inches. Gently, I uncovered her pussy. A pillow was under her lower back, elevating her hips. I wasn’t sure if this was part of the procedure to hold in my sperm or if it was to help me penetrate the woman without having to lie on top of her.
Her mound was smooth except for a landing patch above her slit. I could see a lighter tone of skin where she had worn a bikini bottom for much of the time she was in the sun. I slowly ran my fingers up and down her slit. Her legs were still too tight together to allow me to enter. My best chance would be to put her at ease in the setting she felt most comfortable.
“Your tan is unbelievable, perfectly toned and even,” I told her, stroking her inner thighs. “Imagine you’re soaking in the rays, relaxed and sexy.”
Her body softened as she opened her thighs wider, allowing more access to her slit. She responded as I had hoped. Pressing on with the scene, I continued, “You must tan in your backyard, but you have to put on your bottoms when friends or a delivery man shows up.”