“Well then, thank you. That would be great.” Mom looking at the tree again. “The tree looks amazing.”
“Your son has been very helpful,” Mary replied with a smile at me.
“Feel free to keep him for as long as you need. Work him hard.”
“Oh, I will!” Mary and I shared a smirk behind Mom’s back. “If he’s willing,” Mary continued, “I’d love to have him come by and help me with a few things over the next few weeks.”
“Use and abuse him,” Mom joked, turning to face us again. “It’s good for him to get off his computer.”
I was struggling to keep a straight face at all this innuendo, and Mary was faring little better.
“I’ll work him to the bone,” she told Mom, and my dick twitched in my sweats. Without underwear I wouldn’t be able to keep it concealed for long.
“Well, Derek, you stay here and help Mrs. Barnes with whatever she needs,” Mom instructed. “Just make sure you’re home at five.”
“I’ll go and put the pie in,” Mary said, heading for the kitchen. “See you soon.”
I walked Mom to the door. Before she left, she turned to me and said, “Thanks for doing this. Mrs. Barnes really needs the help, and the company.”
“It’s been a blast,” I said, still trying not to smirk.
“You’re a sweet boy,” she said, kissing my cheek and leaving. I headed for the kitchen.
Mary was already out of her pants, revealing the sexy lingerie underneath the quick outfit she’d pulled on to cover herself up. “Come get some homemade pie,” she said in a throaty voice, sitting down on a kitchen chair and spreading her legs.
“Mmmmmmm.” I knelt before her. “Is this you working me hard?”
“This is just the warm-up,” she murmured with a smile as I began to lick a delayed cream pie from her pussy.
I got her off again with my tongue.
She blew me for a while.
I bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her from behind, before coming inside her for a second time.
That night, at dinner, she spent the entire meal rubbing my dick under the table. When we’d finished eating, Mom insisted I walk Mary home. I was rewarded with another blowjob that ended with me shooting a load all over her face.
It was the best day and night of my life.
…..
Next day I took Mary for groceries, and then to a sex shop. We bought a couple of toys and some sexy costumes for her, including a slutty Wonder Woman outfit that she let me pick out for her.
When we got back to her house, as soon as we’d put the groceries away we fucked again, right there in the kitchen. She still had cum leaking out of her when there was a ring at the door.
“Who could it be this time?” she sighed as she grabbed her dress. We’d just been gearing up for round two. She hadn’t worn any panties, but she was still in her bra and pantyhose – ripped from where I’d been eager to get to her pussy.
“I’ll check,” I said as I put my pants on. I was beginning to appreciate how convenient sweats were.
I went to the door, peeked through the keyhole, and felt my eyes go wide.
I darted back to the kitchen, “It’s Gwen and Hannah,” I urgently said.
“Oh dear,” Mary said. “I suppose I’d better answer the door then. You take this box and go downstairs.”
“Okay,” I said, as the doorbell rang again.
“How do I look?”
“Hot.” I groped at her and squeezed. “You always look hot.”
“You’re so sweet,” she said with a wide smile and shooed me away.
I grabbed the box from yesterday and took it downstairs. When I returned a couple of minutes later, I tried to be casual as I greeted Mary’s daughter and granddaughter.
“Derek?” Gwen asked.
“Derek has been helping me,” Mary explained. “We did the Christmas tree yesterday, and today he’s been doing some odd jobs around the house.”
“She’s kept me hopping,” I added with a grin. I looked at Hannah and couldn’t believe how much she looked like her grandma in the pictures from Mary’s youth.
“Hi, Derek,” she smiled, giving me a hug.
“H-h-hi,” I stammered, taken aback by the sudden embrace by this hot girl who was a year older than me.
“Thank you for helping Mom,” Gwen interjected as Hannah let go. “It was very kind of you.”
“Oh, I’d do anything for Mary,” I said, trying to sound offhand.
“Why don’t you stay for supper tonight?” Gwen asked.
“Yeah,” Hannah added. “I’d love to catch up.”
I agreed, a little surprised that Hannah was so excited to see me. We’d been friends since we were very young, though not very close. I texted her on occasion to ask about Harvard; she went there, and I had the grades to perhaps get in too.
“Well, that’s settled then,” Mary said, smiling at us all.
Epilogue
Over the next week, I was at the Barnes place most of the time. I even managed to fuck Mary once, when Gwen and Hannah went out for some last-minute holiday shopping.
I spent a fair amount of time with Hannah too, and we connected in a way we never had before. We didn’t have sex or anything, but we kissed. I felt bad about that, but didn’t mention it to Mary until after Gwen and Hannah had flown back to Boston.
Mary smiled through my second load, which I’d shot onto her face after a marathon fuck session with her dressed as Wonder Woman which was wickedly hot.
She said with a soft sigh “I’m going to miss this.”
“Me too.”
“And this may sound crazy after all we have done, but I think you and my granddaughter would make a great couple.”
“You’d be okay with that?” I asked, shivering. Her hand was stroking my dick. It was still hard, but definitely needed a moment to recover. Sure, it was a strange time to have a discussion about her granddaughter since she had my load all over her face and she was stroking my cock for one more round, yet this was just who she was caring and compassionate.
“Of course!” she said. “I’d love to have you eventually become an official member of the family.”
Half an hour later, she gave me a stocking-clad foot job and I came all over her feet.
“She loves how you help me and she listens to me most of the time,” Mary said, taking the stocking off and sucked the cum from it, “I’ll be sure to put in a good word.”
Epilogue 2
Five years later Hannah and I married.
Mary was in a wheelchair by that time, and I only saw her occasionally. We hadn’t had sex since a marathon session during the summer, six months after the Christmas fortnight of seasonal joy. We fucked non-stop over a three-day weekend before I flew out to Boston. As a going-away present, she even invited me to take her in the ass.
We agreed not to let it go any further if Hannah and I hooked up.
Well, we did hook up. We fell in love. We got married.
Sadly, Mary passed two years later, just weeks before Hannah gave birth to our first child. It was a baby girl. Of course we named her Mary.
Love. It works in mysterious ways.