Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

Jessica was planning to let Jeff know that she was going to her room to lie down for a while. She thought that the boy would be sure to hurry up to his own room for a peek through the closet wall. She planned to put on a quite a show for his benefit. It would be a solitary show, of course, at least until her husband got home, but she figured she could enchant her horny son by finger fucking herself and using her cock shaped vibrator as she sprawled across her bed with her so cunt turned towards his spy hole, of course. But then fate took a horny hand.

Fate came in the person of a young man named Peter Preston. Peter should have been in school, actually, but the teenager had been playing hooky quite often lately, trying to earn enough money to buy a second hand car. He had never had a piece of ass, not even an opportunity, and he thought that having a set of wheels would go a long way toward getting his wick dipped.

Today, by skipping school, Peter was going to get a lot more education than he’d ever had in a classroom.

Jessica was still wearing only her semitransparent silk nightie when the doorbell rang. She had been expecting no callers. Curious, she went to the door.

A lean, sandy haired young man stood on the doorstep, his hat politely in hand.

“Yes?” Jessica asked.

“Got any odd jobs that I can do, lady? I’m pretty handy and I’m trying to earn some money for a car.”

Jessica looked him up and down. He was a very presentable young man, probably about the same age as her own son. Jessica had a thing about teenaged boys.

Although he was trying not to be obvious about it, Peter couldn’t help but gape at the redhead’s big tits and creamy cleavage in that sheer nightie.

Jessica saw where he was looking and smiled. Being wanted was always a turn-on for the lewd exhibitionist and today she was particularly randy, having discovered her son’s spy hole and planning an erotic exhibit. Jeff wouldn’t be home from school for a while yet and she saw no reason why she shouldn’t pass the time pleasantly.

She wondered if this handyman was a virgin. She sure hoped so. Naughty Jessica just adored virgin pricks and cherry jizz.

“I just might,” she said. “Come in.”

As Peter stepped over the threshold, she contrived to rub her tits against his arm.

The young boy began to sweat and look flustered. Grinning, pleased at how she aroused him, Jessica led the way to the front room and motioned for him to sit on the couch. He settled down. Then she surprised him by sitting beside him, close up, her lush hip pressed to his lean flank.

“What sort of odd jobs?” she breathed.

“Errr just about anything,” he stammered.

“Have you brought your tools?” she asked, giving the boy a playful look.

“Well, I ain’t really got…” he began.

“Oh, yes I see that you have,” she broke in. Her hand moved down and cupped his groin. Peter gasped. “Ooooooh! A nice big, hard one, too!”

He was speechless, gaping at the voluptuous redhead with his jaw hanging open and his eyes popping out. His lips moved, but soundlessly. The amazed youth had been struck dumb. He wouldn’t have known what to say, anyhow.

Jessica, delighted by the way he was gasping and squirming, groped his cock through his jeans and smiled lewdly into his face, licking her lips.

“Oh, yes I’m sure that we can find a few odd jobs for this lovely tool,” she whispered.

Peter was stunned and bemused, but his cock was behaving rationally, pulsing and pounding in her caress, threatening to burst right through the denim confines of his fly, hot enough to melt the material.

Jessica leaned over and brushed her scarlet lips against his ear.

“Is this a brand new tool, young man? Has it ever been used before?”

“N no, ma’am,” he croaked.

“Ahhhh. Then I do believe that I’ve got a job of plumbing for you to do. Some hammering and some screw driving, and maybe a drain to unclog.”

She started to open his fly.

Peter, despite his naivete, was starting to understand that he had struck it lucky today. He had stumbled upon the proverbial promiscuous housewife, encountered what every youth dreams of — a nympho!

“I sure hope you ain’t just playing with me, lady,” he mumbled, hardly able to believe his good fortune.

A cockteaser, of course, was the nightmare side of the nymphomaniac dream.

But Jessica, like her little girl, was no tease. And if she intended to play with him, it was going to be in a way that he yearned for.

As she fumbled with his fly, she turned her face to his and kissed him with a significant amount of tongue involved. She tugged his zipper down and reached into his jeans to haul out his cock and balls.

“Ummmmm! Just the tool I need,” she sighed, gazing down at his groin through fluttering eyelashes.

She licked her lips, and she was breathing hard. Her hand caressed his prick expertly.

Peter didn’t guess he would get paid for this odd job, but that didn’t matter, at all. Working for a lady like this, he wouldn’t need to buy a car.

She proceeded to undo his belt and button, so that the boy’s jeans opened in a wide vet, leaving his sizzling hot cock fully exposed and available. She cupped his balls and found them satisfyingly packed with spunk. Her hand ran up his prick and she was delighted by the rimless shaft.

Holding his cock in one hand, Jessica opened her nightie with the other, offering him her tits.

Peter began to fondle those fat globes with both hands.

She was wondering what to do with him first. “Can you manage more than one job?” she murmured in his ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“Oh, yeah, lady!” he moaned confidently. He had never been fucked or sucked but he knew that he could jack off three or four times in a row and that no matter what jobs she had for him, nor how odd those jobs turned out to be, he would be more than up to it.

Peter was a workman worthy of his hire. And, assured that there would still be plenty of cum left for her smoldering snatch, Jessica decided she would drink his first load of sweet cherry juice.