My Life - S01 E13

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My Life - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

Always did my chores and homework without needing to be told. I worked hard at school and never got in trouble. I was even nicer to my little sister. My confidence was even apparent to others, girls were showing interest in me. I don't really know why, I wasn't DOING anything differently. I guess when you're playing with tits and getting your cock sucked regularly, you no longer get nervous around girls, and that must've shown. Things were really going well for me.

A week and a half later, it was a Tuesday morning and I was sitting at the dining room table. I was holding mom's hair back as she rapidly worked my prick with her mouth and hands. I was looking at the top of her head move up and down, but I was keeping a ear out, incase some one was coming down the stairs.

"Oh God I'm gonna cum... don't stop... Oh God... ahhhhh!" I filled her mouth, and watched her work to swallow it all fast enough. She sucked on the head and used her hands to milk the rest up my shaft. She got every drop, and used a napkin to dry me off and tuck it back inside my pants. "Thanks mom." I sighed.

"You're Welcome sweetheart... oh! Before forget, Ms. Kowalski, next door, got a new computer, and she asked if you could help her set it up?" Mom was getting up to her feet and walking into the kitchen.

"Um, ya sure, when?"

"Right after school, just head there when you get home."

"Ok" I grabbed my bag as my sister came down the stairs. "Bye Lacy" I said as she darted past me.

"Bye sweetie, have a good day. Mom yelled after me.

"Bye mom!" and I headed out the door.

Ms Kowalski was our next door neighbor, a widow I think. I never asked, but her husband wasn't around anymore. She was older, in her 60s, but I wasn't sure of her exact age. Her name was Mariola. She was from Poland and spoke English fine, but had kind of a thick accent. She was very good looking for her age, with blonde hair and huge tits. Whenever I saw her I'd stare at them and wondered if they were fake. It was possible because she had a home gym and kept her body in good shape, so she may the type to get a boob job too, but really didn't care.

I helped her with things quite a bit, usually small stuff, like helping her carry in something she brought home. But occasionally she would ask for a bigger favor like putting up Christmas decorations. She always gave me a couple bucks for these things, but $5 was not nearly enough for 2hrs of putting up lights. Then again I was doing it to be nice, and because mom sald to.

My mom was always saying how much of a Saint Ms Kowalski was because she took care of her granddaughter with ALS. Her name was Kelly, and she was a couple years older than me.

Apparently when she was diagnosed, her mother decided that she wouldn't be able to handle it, and left her with Kelly's grandmother, Mariola. I don't know much about the disease, but I heard that she had a pretty fast on-setting case. In only a couple years she was already paralyzed and bedridden. She could speak, but it was difficult. I felt bad because she had been living in another state, and once she moved here she was already sick enough that she couldn't attend school, so she had no friends.

Walking home after school, I walked past my house and went directly next door to Ms Kowalski's. She answered, wearing spandex work out clothes, she was sweating.

"Oh hi Adam!" She pronounced it like it was 'Ah-Dom'.

"Hi Mariola" she always insisted I just call her by her first name. "My mom said you needed help setting up a new computer?"

"Yes, please come in." Her top was tight and low cut showing amazing cleavage. She turned to lead the way. She was wearing tights that showed her body very well. Problem was, it wasn't that great. She definitely wasn't fat or anything like that, she just had a flat ass, no curves.

"Hey Kelly!" I said. She was sitting in a wheel chair in the living room watching TV.

"Hi., Adam." She spoke slowly. She was actually VERY pretty, if she was still in school she would be very popular and probably have a boyfriend. She was watching some teen drama show.

"Please, don't get up." I joked, both her and Mariola laughed.

"Here it is" she took me into her home office, where the computer was still in the box. "Do you need me to do anything?"

"No, it shouldn't take too long, I'll get you once it's ready." She left the room, and I got to work. It wasn't that I was super tech-savvy, I was just better than her. Set up was easy, I put it together on her desk, and then installed the software she wanted. "Mariola its done!" I called for her.

I had her sit at the desk, and I stood next to her, while I explained things. Naturally I kept looking down her shirt. I'm not sure why, it wasn't like I could see anything really, it was just fun I guess.. Until she looked up and caught me. I immediately looked back up at the monitor, she didn't say anything so maybe she hadn't noticed.