Title: Working For Charlotte
Author:Eskimo1958
Summary: William is a yard boy and handy man for a reach lady. She invited him along to her
family's summer home in the mountains, where a romance soon blossoms.
Keywords: M/olderF, rom, preg

"Hello William." I raised my head and looked at one of the most beautiful women I know. Smiling, I answer her with "Hi Mrs. Jacobs."

She opened her purse, saying "Thanks for getting the bush's trimmed. I appreciate it."

I stuck my hand out as she pulled out the cash, responding with "Thanks you for paying me. I appreciate you hiring me for around the house."

As I pulled my wallet out and put my weeks pay in, I looked around. And what a house! Over three-thousand square feet, plus the swimming pool out back. She hired me early this past spring, placing an ad in the paper. I was surprised she gave me the job, what with all that was involved. Hack, I'm just a local college kid, a Freshman at that, and she with two teenage daughters! Of course, now that summer break was here, I even had more time to work for her. And to admire her very shapely body. Five-foot six-inches in height, I don't think her blond haired thirty something body weighed much more than one-twenty. Even with those ample breasts of hers. Yes, definitely ample. Hell, to watch her as I work, I would work the job for free! I was thinking about a party that I was going to once I got to my place, not paying any attention, when something caught my ear. I jerked my head up, and asked "What? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying any attention." With a smile, I added "I'm supposed to be going to a party this evening, and I was thinking about that."

She smiled, touched my left arm with her hand, saying "That's okay, William. what I said was, is that I'm leaving in two weeks with my daughters for our summer place."

I smiled, saying "Oh, well, I'll be glad to keep things in order while you're gone, Mrs. Jacobs."

She frowned, saying "Well William, that's what I want to talk to you about." Shoot, I'm getting fired. That's my first thought. "I would like to hire a company to take care of things while we're away."

I tried not to sound too discouraged, as I stammered out "That's okay, Mrs. Jacob's. I understand."

She looked at me funny, then she burst into a big smile, as she said "No, you don't understand." , with a hearty laugh. She patted my arm, saying "We'll be gone for eight weeks, maybe even ten. And well, although the cabin isn't very big, it needs some work here and there, and well, I hate driving up there and then doing all the work by myself, so I was wondering if you could drive us there and back, and to take care of things there."

I was taken aback by this, as I stuttered out "Well, I, um."

She laughed again. That wonderful, light-hearted laugh of hers, as she said "Don't worry. You'll be paid more, since you'll be available twenty-four hours a day." As I stood there, in total shock, she said "Well, got on to your party. And please let me know in a couple of days what your answer is, alright?"

I said "Yeah, sure Mrs. Jacobs." She patted me on the back, and away I went. I climbed into my truck, and headed off to my apartment. I didn't say a thing to my three roommates, as we ate, then went out to the party. Well, the party was okay. Lots of chicks that pretty much ignored me, and I didn't drink that much, as I was driving my roommates home. The next day, I did tell them what Mrs. Jacobs had offered, and they just shrugged, thinking nothing of it. Well, I decided to do it. After all, it's only eight weeks, maybe ten, and it will be an income for the whole summer and she said she will pay me well. But something in the back of my mind, telling me that this was a bit too much. I called her that evening, and said I would take her up on the offer.

I listened, as she told me what I was going to be doing. For starters, she wanted a driver. I would drive her and her daughters to their summer home. She said it wasn't much. Just fifty acres or so, located in the mountainous terrain of far western North Carolina. The actual structure was an old A-frame cabin, which she would much rather tear down and build something a bit more substantial. The place was close to fifty years old, and needed work. And, she was sure I was more than able to tackle any problem that needed taken care of. She also informed me that there was a small pool, and a spa as well, on the rear, which she was wanting me to maintain for her and the girls use. And that there was just a little bit of yard to mow, and some shrubbery to tend to as well.

At the end of the conversation, with her still sounding overly bubbly, she told me to be at her place on Tuesday morning very early at five, and then I would drive her and the girls up. So, I got to packing. I figured all my jeans, pretty much all of my t-shirts. A couple of sweatshirts, and both pair of sneakers and my boots. I also packed two sets of dress clothes, although I figured there was no reason for me to take any. I was there at her place on Tuesday morning bright eyed and bushy tailed right at four-fifty. I parked my truck in the drive (Something she told me to do) and I went on up to the front door. I saw lights on as I rang the bell. I smiled, hearing a lot of loud talking, and the person talking was getting closer to the door. I recognized the voice as Mrs. Jacobs, and it was obvious she was giving someone hell.

The door opened, and she smiled, saying "Come on in, William." She turned, and as she walked away, she yelled out, "Damn it Tiffany, if you're not ready in five minutes, I'm coming up to drag your scrawny blond ass by your hair." She reached her hand over her shoulder, and wiggled it, motioning to me to follow. "Where are your bags, William?"

"My truck. You want me to put them in your car?" I asked.

"Momma, I can't find my favorite blue dress?" came the voice of a young female from up the stairs.

Mrs. Jacobs stopped, turned, and said "One moment, William." She stormed passed me, and headed towards the stairs, saying loudly, "Damn it, Annie. I told you last night what all to pack....", her voice trailed off, and I stood there, waiting, listening to muted voices.

A few moments passed, and she came back down, a bit red-faced, but smiling at me, as she said "Sorry, William."

I grinned, "That's okay, Mrs. Jacobs, I've three younger sisters of my own."

She smiled, as she walked past me, saying "Really? Well, guess I really never asked about your family, huh?" She escorted me to the kitchen, and opened a door. We went out, and she hit the button for the garage door. She pulled a set of keys out, picked out one, and said "This is for the Towne Car, we'll be taking it. Why don't you pull it out, put your bags in it, and pull your truck on inside the garage."

I smiled, saying "I'll get right on it."

I went to the drivers door, and she added, "Oh, and William. My daughters may seem a bit, well, what's a good word?"

I interjected "Aloof?"

She smiled, waved a finger at me, "Yes, that's it." She sighed, adding "Please, don't let it bother you."

I chuckled, "No problem, Mrs. Jacobs."

She smiled, and left the garage back through the kitchen door. I climbed into the Lincoln, admiring the fineness of it, and backed it out to the street. Then I got into my truck, and pulled it into the garage. Once I had the Lincoln in the drive, I got my bags out of the truck, and into it. And all the while, I was hearing Mrs. Jacobs giving her girls hell. I was starting to wonder if this was such a good idea after all. I mean, I've sort of seen the girls on a few occasions. And aloof is a polite term as down right snotty. Let's us say that if either one sneezed, that their nose's are so far up in the air it would knock their hat's off. Yes, they are drop dead gorgeous. Just like their mother. And I was now thinking that maybe, just maybe, the girls were really not looking forward to spending the summer at the family's mountain home with their mother. Or their mother's gardener-slash-handyman.

Finally, almost ninety-minutes later, with the Lincoln packed we set out on our drive, beginning with groans from the two girls in the back seat, and a restaurant where we stopped for breakfast. Mrs. Jacobs paid, so I was all smiles. I did notice neither of the girls looked too damn happy. Of course, I guess I couldn't blame them. Here they were, budding young ladies, and their mother is taking them out of their preferred environment of metro Charlotte to a remote summer place in the middle of nowhere! Okay, there were a few towns within ten miles that were of substantial size, but I'm pretty damn sure the social class of it's population wasn't up to snuff for these two girls.

Four hours later, we stopped in a small city where we ate. Then after a long stop at a grocery store, we loaded up the back seat, moved one of the girls, Tiffany, as she was the smallest, into the front seat and off we went. After turning off the main highway, we rode up a paved road for four miles, then a gravel road, which wound and twisted up along a mountain side. An hour later, and with me creeping along at most ten miles an hour, we came to the top. Ten minutes later, she pointed to the right, and said "Turn here, William."

I did, and found me turning onto a two-track lane. A short winding drive and we came into clearing, and I saw it. A large a-frame, maybe thirty feet wide in the front. It reached up into the sky about forty feet, and was all glass on this side, and I could see right inside of it. I saw a detached two-car garage, and I pulled up in front of it and parked. Mrs. Jacobs, with a cheerful voice, said "Well, we're here."

Annie said from the backseat, with not nearly as much enthusiasm, "Wonderful."

I kept from smirking, as I hit the latch of the trunk, and got out. Looking around, I saw the yard itself was rather small. And there was not much in the way of shrubbery as well. A few Rhododendrons here and there, as well as mountain laurel, but really not much. Compared to her city place, this place was rather barren. I heard the passenger door closed, and saw Mrs. Jacobs start to walk up towards the front door through the tall grass, "I'll unlock the front door. Girls, give William a hand."

I started pulling bags out of the trunk. And I smirked as I saw that the girls each picked up a bag. The smallest two bags that were in the trunk. I picked up three, and followed them into the place. Well, I was really expecting something more. We entered into the dining room, which was on the right side, and a kitchen area to the left, with a door by the windows. I saw Tiffany drop her bag and opened that door and go inside, and I saw it was a bathroom. The dining room opened up straight ahead into a living room. Mrs. Jacobs stopped me, saying "Put the bags down, and after we finish unloading, I'll show you around."

I smiled, and followed her out, as did Annie. It only took three trips, with both girls being told to carry a bit more each time, for us to get the car unloaded. Once everything was inside, she smiled at me, and said "Now, let's show you where you'll be sleeping." I picked up my bag, and followed her into the living area. Regular things, a pair of couches, some chairs, a large television, and a large circular fireplace in the middle, with a metal flue hanging down overhead of it. To the right was a wall, effectively cutting the room in half. A door was in the middle of the wall which was open, and a spiral, metal staircase was in the corner at the dining room end. She walked up the staircase, and I right behind. I took a deep breath, as I did, as her fine ass was right in front of my face. Upstairs, it was open, except for one door, which I saw had a toilet. And in the open area was a queen size bed. And like the front, lots of windows. She smiled, saying "Well, the upstairs is all yours, make yourself at home."

Damn! This whole upstairs was bigger than my apartment, and I had to share it with three other guys! Then, I heard it, Tiffany's whining voice, "Momma, where are Annie and I going to sleep if he's upstairs?"

She rolled her eyes, saying "In my bed with me, Tiffany."

Oh yeah, the whining began in earnest. I went to the dresser, as she went downstairs, giving the girls grief. She was telling them that I need my privacy more than they did, and that she wasn't allowing them to sleep upstairs when I am too. I just smirked, thinking that I surely wasn't going to argue either way. The upstairs is shaped like an 'L', being over the dining room, the kitchen, where the upstairs bathroom is located (it didn't look very big) and over the downstairs bedroom. Thinking about it, they should have built another bedroom, but they didn't. And over the downstairs bedroom sat the bed. And it, as well as the living room and downstairs bedroom, overlooked the back deck. I smiled, seeing the small kidney-shaped pool. And right below and in front of the downstairs bedroom, sat a hot tub.

Well, this was going to be interesting! I also saw no sign of a yard in the back. It was all pretty much a natural setting. And, we were at the edge of the mountain, giving us a view that stretched southeastward for miles, seeing mountain ridge after mountain ridge. And looking the other direction it was the same thing. I was about unpacked, and went into the bathroom to go potty. Then I came out, and there sat Mrs. Jacobs on the bed, smiling.

I smiled back, and asked "Okay, what do you want me to do first?"

"Well, the grass needs mowed."

"What about the pool?" I asked.

She giggled, "No problem, I had pool company come out last weekend and clean it and get it going." All you have to do is maintain it."

I smiled, "Okay, well, I'll go out and get going on the yard." She followed me downstairs, where I found the girls, sitting and wearing frowns.

As I went forward the front door, I heard their mother say "Okay, we do have satellite, why don't you two either watch television, or go swim."

I went on into the garage, and pulled out a very old mower. Sort of scared me at first, as I looked at it suspiciously. Then I noticed the garage itself. There were two large tool cabinets, and I thought I would check them out later. I was really surprised that they would be here. I mean, out in the boonies and all. And the place really wasn't locked up that well. Any local yahoo could have easily gotten in and took off with them. I was also happy to find the gas can, and it actually had fuel. I was just hoping that it had not gone bad. Well, the mower started up, although it took a while, and it took maybe thirty minutes to mow the yard. I left the mower outside the garage, and went inside to check all that was there. Usual gardening tools, rakes, shovels, and what not. Pruning shears, and then, the tool boxes. I smiled when I finally checked them out. They were bolted to the concrete floor. And, there was a bar down the front of each, and both had padlocks on them.

I was checking them out, when I heard Mrs. Jacobs behind me, say "You want the key."

I looked over my shoulder, and said "Well, depends on what all you want me to do next?"

She asked "Pardon?"

I asked "What jobs you need done? I mean, besides mowing, I'm sure there are things you want me to do. And looking at the size of these tool chests, there�s probably every tool I'll need."

I heard her walk up along side of me, as she said "Yes, in here and in the basement."

"Okay then, what's the next assignment?" I asked.

She giggled, "Well, at least someone else around here besides me is ambitious." I laughed as well, and she sighed, "The screens on the patio door needs fixed, think you can handle it?"

I shrugged, asking "Depends on what needs to be done."

I was surprised when she took my hand in hers and pulled me out of the garage. Then into the house and into her bedroom. That�s where I saw the bed. Damn thing was not only big enough for her and the two girls, but probably another three people as well. I just went on, and found the problem. The screen was jammed up because of a loose piece of molding, which only needed a screw or two tightened. I said "I'll need a screwdriver out of the tool chest, this shouldn't take long."

Now, I hadn't bothered looking outside. Until now. That's when I saw the girls, lying on lounge chairs, both on their backs, wearing what looked to be green dental floss trying to pretend to be swimsuits. I jerked my head away, and Mrs. Jacobs was smirking, and she said "Yeah, those two will take some getting use too." I laughed, and she pulled out a set of keys, saying "The keys to the tool chests are all on this key ring. Also there are a few locked up cabinets in the basement as well. It's probably best you familiarize yourself with all we have, once you're done with the door." I started to follow her out, as she said "Oh, and one more thing. It probably will be only a few days, but the girls will probably insist that they sunbathe and swim in the buff. I hope it doesn't bother you too much."

I quickly stated the obvious, "Can't be any more risqu� than what they're wearing right now."

She laughed, and said "Well William, go on and get that fixed. Then look things over."

I smiled, and said "Yes Mrs. Jacobs."

The first week flew by. I found out that the place had damn near every woodworking tool available, including power tools. And Mrs. Jacobs had me working constantly. I ended up fixing three window frames. Then the molding around two doors. I re-hung another door. Went into town to fetch electrical outlets, as a few were not working properly. Oh yeah, and I had to fix a clogged drain underneath the sink in the master bath. And she was right. After three days, the girls were clamoring about wanting to get that all-over tan, and she told them to go ahead. Half way through the second week, and Mrs. Jacobs was having a hard time finding things for me to do.

The girls were still distant towards me. And I figured that they always would be. I did a fair job of ignoring them, even when they were teasing the hell out of me, which was often. Nothing very bold, just little things, like coming over to the couch and leaning over in front of me, their small swimsuits doing a gravity test, and they turn and smile at me, as if telling me to 'Go ahead, try it!' Ten days of shit like this, and they were laying out on the deck, sunning their nude body's. Yeah, I caught a glimpse or two. Or three. Or whenever I could. And I tried my best to be discreet. Which as it turned out, I was. Anyway, on the tenth day, with nothing to do and it being fairly warm out, Mrs. Jacobs said "Well William. I can�t find another thing to do. And you already mowed the yard this week, so why don't you just relax and enjoy yourself."

I smiled, saying "I can do that, easily, Mrs. Jacobs."

She grinned, and said "Why don't you get changed and go swim?"

It hit me, and I made a face, as I said "Well, I can't."

She looked at me funny, and asked "Can't you swim?"

I laughed, "Like a fish. But, well, before we left Charlotte, I never heard you mention anything about a pool." I shuffled my feet, and said "Well, and um..."

She snorted, "Well then, go without one, Heck, the girls are."

I protested, "No, I can't do that."

She grinned, "Very well then, have it your way." She turned to go into her bedroom, saying "There's plenty to read in the book cases, I'm sure you'll find something to your liking."

I shrugged, went to the bookcase, and looked through it. I found a few travel guides to some European countries, and taking them, I sat down and began to read. I did this for two days, staying inside and read whatever I could find. Of course, Mrs. Jacobs kept inviting me to sit outside with her and the girls, but I declined the offer each time. For one, the girls did not seem too friendly to that notion, and two, two naked young females laying around was a bit too much for my sensory capacity.

On Friday, I had just finished the mowing, and had came inside after putting the mower away, when Mrs. Jacobs said "William, there's a Bluegrass festival in town, would you mind taking me to it this evening?"

I was a bit taken back by the question, but I responded with "Yeah, sure."

She said "Good, go take a shower, and you and I will eat in town. The girls can fend for themselves."

I saw the two of them sitting on the deck outside, their backs to me, and I said "Okay, give me some time to shower." I was soon in the bathroom, striping my clothes off and stepping into the shower. Since I've been here, I've never closed the door, as the inside of the bathroom is not visible from downstairs, and it faces the back of the house, so no one on deck can see either. And I had been changing my clothes in there as well. I washed my hair and the rest of my body, and took a short while to wash my cock off. It's been rearing it's fat head a bit lately, what with it knowing there was young, naked pussy laying about, and a few times the past week I've choked off a load while showering. But since I was in a hurry, I didn't bother finishing myself off.

I turned off the shower, and reached through the end of the shower curtain and grabbed my towel. I pulled it inside, and started drying myself off. Done with my upper body, I opened up the curtain and started drying my legs off, before stepping out of the tub, turning, and getting the shock of my life. There stood Mrs. Jacobs, her gaze aimed at my hanging hard meat, which I quickly covered with the towel, saying loudly "Shit!"

Her face jerked up, she tried to smile, but instead, she turned and walked away from the bathroom. I felt my heart beating in my ears. Yeah, it was a bit rough mentally for a short spell, as I wondered what the fuck she was doing in the doorway, watching me shower. I mean, why was she there? I finished drying off, and pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt. And once downstairs, we went to the car and I drove us to town. Silence. The whole way. She rode the entire way with her chin propped up in the palm of her hand as she looked out the window as the scenery passed on by. I wanted to say something, but I didn't. I mean, I felt like my personal space had been violated, but, well, being a guy, I really didn't want to say anything.

Dinner, and more silence. By then, I think she was trying to find the words to say what was on her mind. Once at the festival, we didn't talk. But, we did enjoy the music. And I saw she was finally smiling after about an hour or so of listening to a hell of a lot of pickin'! We didn't leave until well after midnight, as we got into the car and headed up the mountain in the dark. We were about half way there, and she asked "Well, did you have a good time, William?"

I replied "Yes I did, Mrs. Jacobs."

Softly, she said "Good, I'm glad you did." Some more silence, which on this little outing I've become use to, until she said "William, I, um."

Here it comes, but I held up my hand as I came through a switchback, "Don't worry about it, Mrs. Jacobs."

We reached the top, and were maybe a mile away, when she said "Pull over."

I asked "What?"

She said it a hell of a lot louder, as she pointed to a small turnout, "Right there, pull over." I did as she said, putting the car in park and turning off the engine. A few seconds, and she sighed, "Listen William. What I did was wrong. I shouldn't have come up to see you while you were showering."

I said "It's okay. It's just that you sort of scared me a bit. I mean.."

She had unbuckled her seatbelt, and was quickly on her knees on the front seat. Her finger was on my lips, and she said "Shhh!" Okay, what is she up too? Her fingers on my fly soon told me. I wanted to protest, but I didn't, as she took my limp cock out, held it in her hand, and said "Damn, not even hard, and it has to be already six inches."

She took me into her mouth, and I exhaled hard, as I soon felt her warm, wet tongue running around my shaft as she worked her mouth up and down, while gently tugging on my cock. She was wearing a skirt, about knee-length, and I reached behind her as she knelt and pulled the back of it up above her nice round ass. I pushed her panties aside. and worked my middle finger into her pussy from behind. She moaned on my cock, as I pushed and pulled my finger in and out of her slick hole, keeping time with how she was sucking my cock. I felt her snatch suddenly grip my finger, just as she let out a loud moan on my shaft. I groaned out "Oh shit!" as I reached with my left hand and held onto the back of her head as I nailed her tonsils with my scalding hot load. She gagged at first, and I felt her starting to swallow. My cock sent a few more thick wads into her hot mouth, as I was now gently finger fucking her, feeling her ass moving gently against my hand and arm.

Her hips suddenly stopped moving, and I felt her move her hand back between her legs, where she grabbed my hand and pushed it away my fingers as I was pulling them from her gash. I took them in my mouth, licking the, getting a taste of her sweet girl juice. She stopped sucking, and sat up and away from me, and sighed. Okay, now I was getting a bit nervous, as she didn't say a word. I exhaled, and said "Thanks, Mrs. Jacobs."

Being so dark, I was just able to see her face turn towards me, and I couldn't see her facial expression. But she giggled, reached over and patted my exposed and somewhat limp cock, and said "William, I just allowed you to finger fuck me to a very satisfying orgasm, and I sucked your cock and received a very large amount of cum, you can call me Charlotte when we're alone."

I chuckled, as I asked "You mean we can do this again?"

She leaned over, and kissed my neck, saying "Yes, but not anymore tonight."

"When?" I asked, a bit impatiently.

She snorted, "Give them a taste, and they want a bigger bite." I frowned, and felt a bit bad at how forward I just was. She giggled, "William, we have to act like nothing happened, okay? I don't want my daughters to know that we're doing it."

"Well, that will be kind of hard to do, what with only two beds and all." I said, a bit dejectedly.

I felt her lean up against me, pressing her body next to mine, and she whispered into my ear, "Don't you worry about it, okay honey?" She kissed my neck, and said as she got to her side of the car, "Okay, let's go. And then we'll see how well you can act."

I was all smiles, as I started that Lincoln up, and soon we were back at the cabin, parked, and heading inside. No lights were on, as we made our way inside. I went on upstairs, not getting anything more than a gentle pat on my ass, as I climbed those steel circular stairs. Sleep wasn't easy to come by. I heard her take a shower, as I went on to bed. But, I was having lots of thoughts running through my mind. After all, my employer just sucked me off not twenty minutes ago, as I fingered her pussy to her own gratification. And bringing up that finger to my nose, I could smell her sex on it, making me super horny.

I'm not sure when I finally fell asleep, but I was woken with the sound of Charlotte yelling up to me, "William. Breakfast."

I groaned, as I rolled over onto my back, my cock sticking straight up, and wanting to experience what she had to offer. Of course, I remembered last night, and what we agreed to. Something inside of me was telling me that it might have been a one time shot, as I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Once downstairs, the girls were sitting there, with sour looks on their faces. I wondered what was up with that, as I took a seat across from them. Charlotte placed a plate of pancakes in front of me, and I said "Thank you, Mrs. Jacobs."

With no enthusiasm in her voice, she replied "You're welcome, William." I cleaned the plate off, and was sitting up, and saw that Tiffany had gone into the other rooms of the house. Charlotte said "William, I'm having problems with this outlet, you think you could run into town and get a few new ones. I'm sure you could find some others to replace as well."

I said "No problem, Ms. Jacobs. I'll go into town right after I go to the bathroom." I stood, and asked her "Anything else you want while I'm there?"

She made a face, and said "No, I don't think so."

I said "Okay, I'll be back down in a minute." Well, I was sort of disappointed, as I went on upstairs, went potty, then came back down. I grabbed the keys and drove to town, picking up some electrical outlets, and some switches as well, and returned up the mountain. I finished that in no time, and after lunch, I took a seat on the couch after picking up a book to read from the book case. The girls were laying out in the afternoon sun, trying their hardest to get melanoma. I did see Charlotte sitting in the shade at the side of the pool, reading a book.

That day went by with nothing happening. The following day as well. I worked on some plumbing in the basement, but that was finished by noon. Anyway, the next day was looking to be another gorgeous day. I was finishing breakfast, when Charlotte said "William, how would you like to go on a little hike today?"

I shrugged, "Okay, I guess."

She smiled, as she said "Good. I enjoy being out in the woods, and my girls won't go with me."

I politely and slowly said "Well, I'll go with you."

She smiled, "Great, I'll pack a lunch and some water to carry. We'll go as soon as Annie and Tiffany finish the dishes."

Tiffany groaned, "Oh mom."

"Don't 'Oh mom' me young lady. You two haven't done shit around here. Yes, I know you're bored, but you both need to do something other than browning your bare ass's out by the pool. And when you're done with dishes, I want the house vacuumed, understand?" she said. Both grumbled, and she turned to me, saying "You might want to get some shorts on, I do believe it's going to be warm today."

I got up, trying my hardest not to smile, as I said "Sure, let me go change."

I went on upstairs, as I heard both Tiffany and Annie start to complain to their mother. After changing, I waited for about thirty minutes as Charlotte changed, made us a nice lunch, packed it and water and a bottle of wine into a knapsack, and away we went. Not five minutes down the trail, and now out of sight of the house, she had her hand in mine, squeezing it tightly. I asked "Where are we going, Charlotte?"

She laughed, "About an hour walk, you'll see."

I asked with astonishment, "An hour?"

She laughed, "Yes, I want to make sure we're out of range so the girls won't hear me as you're plugging my cunt with that cock of yours."

Yes, I was all smiles. And true to her word, in about an hour later, we arrived to a beautiful setting. A small waterfall, not high, maybe six feet at most. A shallow pool underneath, not even above my waist. There were large boulders laying about, and a small area to the left of the falls, where a natural beach had formed. It wasn't even ten feet long nor even that wide, as she led me there. And once there, she peeled her top off, and I smiled, looking up at her fine mature breasts. She grinned down at me, asking "Well, get those clothes off, William."

I was quickly out of my clothes, and standing there, my hard cock sticking straight out. She was now naked as well, a big smile on her pretty face, as she reached out and grabbed my shaft with her right hand. As she pulled on it, she twisted it a bit, and I groaned. I reached out with my right hand, and cupped her left breast. She looked a tm hand, then at my face, and asked "You like them?"

I chuckled, "Hell yeah."

She pulled me down as she went to lay on the beach, saying "I want your hands and mouth all over me first, William. Get me hot before you fuck me with that big cock of yours."

Wow! I inhaled hard, as I leaned over and ran my left hand over her far breast, as my mouth took her near breast into my mouth. Her breasts were a nice size, a lot bigger than a handful, and they were very pliable in my hand. She moaned as I sucker her titty, my hand moving down her body, finding her beaver. Her legs spread as I gently massaged her pubic mound with the palm of my hand. And I moved to the other breast, licking it lightly, as I felt her twat start to get wet. My mouth worked down from her boob, across her belly, and soon I was on my knees, with my face in her hair pie. My tongue found her clit, and I had a finger wiggling inside of her, and her hips were bucking wildly. I was happy to see that I found the right spot, for at least she wasn't holding into my ears.

Her breathing became labored, as I looked up to see her rising and falling chest, admiring the view of her hard long nipples. They tasted great in my mouth, but nothing compared to her wonderful cunt juices. Then, her body stiffened, as she screamed loudly, it echoing off the low cliffs and boulders around us. God, was I glad we did go this far, for any closer, her daughters would have heard their mother. I rose up, and quickly I was inside, my cock throbbing, and ready to dump it's load inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and was soon fucking up against me, even before I had had a chance to start. Unfortunately, I felt my cock blow it's load, as I was definitely over aroused, but I didn't let that bother me, as I started pumping her hard with my cock. The sounds of her grunts were filling my ears, as was the sound of my balls slapping her ass, my lips sucking on one nipple, then the other, while I drove my cock hard and deep into her each damn time. I could even feel my first cum load getting forced out of her hole, splattering everywhere onto my thighs and hers as well.

She put the palm of her hands on my chest, saying "William, get up. Ground to hard, let me stand and bend over."

I kissed her lips, and I pulled out of her cunt, watching as she stood on uneasy legs, turn, lean forward with her arms outstretched in front of her, and hold herself up against a rock. She raised her left leg up and put her foot on top of another smaller boulder, as I got to my feet and took position behind her. She moaned as I rubbed my cock head along her slit, and then I entered her tight twat. My turn to moan, a smile on my face, as I grabbed her by the waist and started pumping her again. It didn't take long for her to scream out again, her tight cunt clamping down on my throbbing meat, as she writhed in orgasm. I had to wrap my arms about her waist, as she started to fall, holding her onto my fat fuck stick. I easily lifted her up, turned around and leaned back against the rock. I reached down and grabbed her legs just behind the knees, and pulled her legs up, I kissed her neck, as she groaned, her body fully impaled on my shaft.

"Oh god William. I feel totally fucking stuffed." She said, as she turned her face my way. Our mouths locked together, as I felt her pussy pulse, her body twitched while another orgasm went through her.

I lowered our bodies down to the ground, my cock still inside of her, throbbing, wanting to release another gooey load inside her hot cunt. With me on my knees, and her feet flat on the ground, I pulled her back up against my chest, and I started thrusting into her cunt. Finally, relief! I groaned, as my spunk flooded her womb, triggering her own orgasm, as she cried out again. I was exhausted for now, as I leaned back onto my bare ass on the sand. My cock slipped from her twat, and she slowly moved around, laying on her belly with her feet in the water. She grabbed my tool and gently cleaned it up. Satisfied, she pushed herself to her knees and slowly got up. I smiled as she looked at her crotch, my cum leaking from it, covering her pubes and thighs. She turned, and waded out into the water, where she then lowered her bare ass into it, as she yelped while doing it.

I chuckled, asking "Is it cold?"

She nodded, saying "Yes, but don't worry, it won't put the fire out." We smiled at each other, as she then lifted her hand, motioning for me to join her. I got up and waded to her, and she was right, the water is cold. I sat down behind her, and pulled her onto my lap. She leaned back against me, my cock reacting to the cold by shriveling up. She giggled, saying "Feels like we've major shrinkage."

My hands found her boobs, and as I squeezed them playfully, I said "Don't worry, I'm sure you can take care of it again when you're ready."

She sighed, as she rubbed her back against my chest, and her ass on my soft tool. "You did a great job, William. So good I'm amazed that some young lady has not latched onto you yet."

"Well, you're the first lady I've had the privilege of experiencing, Charlotte." I replied.

She leaned away and turned her head around to look at me, saying "You're kidding? You're a virgin?"

I laughed, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back to me, "Not any more."

"But, you've been going to party's and all, right?" she asked.

"Uh-huh, but well, I guess I'm sort of shy." I replied.

She snorted, "With a cock like that, you shouldn't be." She giggled, "Damn, I nailed a virgin." We both laughed, and then, she rose slightly and turned around, setting her bare ass back in my lap. She kissed my lips as she put her arms behind my neck, and I reached up with my hands and fondled her tits. I could feel her hot cunt up against my shaft. And I thought I felt it twitch. She smiled, and what she said confirmed that I did have some life coming back to my cock, "Well, seems like your cock likes my pussy."

I snorted "Who wouldn't, Charlotte. You're great."

She smiled, "You're being nice, especially since I am your first lay." Another kiss, and she asked "So, you've never had another woman? What about dates, I'm sure you've been on a few?"

"Well yeah, I have. But none went very far. An occasional feel of a breast here, a pussy there. Nothing going much farther."

She smiled broadly, "Well, I sure am a lucky girl then."

I leaned forward, kissing her lips, and said "Thanks Charlotte." She smiled, returning the kiss, and she then pulled me tight, her breasts pushing into me, as my hands fell to her nice round ass. Then, a soft "Oh.", came from her mouth. She took her hand, and as she raised butt up slightly, she grabbed my cock, my very hard cock, and quickly impaled herself on it. She exhaled hard as she slide her slick cunt down the length of my prick. I lowered my face and sucked on her left nipple, as I felt her cunt grip my shaft. We sat there, for an hour, as she worked my penis with her hot vagina. She was grinding her clit into my skin, working herself to a good loud screaming orgasm. Three times I was pleasured with the feeling of her tight cunt rippling around my shaft, it acting like her hand as it tried to jerk a load out.

Then, she unwrapped her legs from around me, and brought her feet into a squatting position, and started to fuck me hard and fast. She had her hands on my shoulders, balancing herself, as my hands held those great tits of hers, squeezing them as I felt my balls tighten. I was almost there, ready to lose my balls so to speak, a bit closer, then wham! I roared as I felt my ice cold nuts discharge a heavy payload, as her cunt clamped down and her body rocked, milking my cock as I hosed her womb down. She collapsed on top of me, and we rested in each pothers arms. Then she said "Come on, let�s eat. I've some wine as well."

I watched where we were joined as she disengaged from my cock, seeing globs of my cum drop from her twat and be washed away downstream. She saw it to, and smiled at me, as she helped me to my feet. We walked to the pack, and sat down, as she dug out the sandwiches and the wine. I chuckled, saying "Better not drink too much, or we'll be have a hard time walking back."

She grinned, "Honey, thanks to that cock of yours, I'm going to have a hell of a time walking back anyway."

We both laughed, as we started to eat after I opened the bottle of wine. Thankfully, it didn't need a corkscrew. Once I had it opened, she took it from me, and raised it, saying "Here's to us. However long it may last." I smiled, as I watched her drink some of it down. I wanted to ask 'how long will it last?', but I didn't. After all, no use ruining a fine time by the waterfall. I was about done with my sandwich, admiring her naked form as we ate and drank. She smiled, when I saw she caught me looking at her snatch. "You like looking at me while I'm naked, don't you William?"

I laughed "Shoot Charlotte, I enjoy looking at you no matter what." Grinning, I added "I've been looking at you ever since I started working for you."

"Is that so? And what about my daughters?" she asked.

I made a face, and said "Okay to look at, but we both know what they're like." I then asked "Tell me, why were you looking at me in the shower the other day?"

She blushed, and giggled. "Well, I hadn't planned on it. I came upstairs to tell you that we had plenty of time. And well, you were just stepping out of the shower, and I saw your cock." She sighed, "After I left, I decided that I wanted it. You see, I've heard of cocks as big as yours, and well, I�ve never had one."

I chuckled, "Well, I'm more than happy that you tried mine, Charlotte."

She then asked "Now I'm just curious. Are you embarrassed about it's size? Is that why you wouldn't come out onto the pool deck?"

I smiled, "Yeah, I guess it is. Plus, I know I would have a hell of a hard time not getting an erection with the girls there."

She bluntly said "Fuck them both, William. Starting tomorrow, I want you laying on the deck naked." She then grinned, "Don't worry, they won't attack you. However, as for me...."

She reached over and grabbed my tool, making me smile. "I'm looking forward to it, Charlotte." I then thought of something else, "We're going to have to get a lot of hiking in in order to do this though."

My cock was hard, and she pushed me onto my back and straddled me. As she put my pecker into her hot hole, she said "William, I don't think we're going on anymore hikes. From now on, for the rest of the summer, I want you fucking me whenever I want it. The girls can have the upstairs, you're going to be sleeping with me starting tonight."

I smiled, and as I grabbed her waist, guiding her as she rode my cock once more, I said "Wouldn't it better and more private upstairs. The two of them would leave us alone more, I'm sure."

With a smile, she said "Yeah, you're probably right, William." she took a healthy drink of wine, then offered me the bottle, and I had my share. It was a long wonderful ride on her part. I didn't cum, not until I rolled her onto her back, hooked her legs in my arms, and pummeled her twat with my cock. And when I blasted her pussy walls, I was roaring with delight, as was she, her tight cunt rippling again. I ate her out three more times that afternoon down by the falls, and took her twice more for long, hard rides, enjoying her mature tight body.

Then, it was time to pack up and head back up to the house. It was a longer walk back, our body�s spent from so much sex. And the wine, it didn't help either. Once back at the house, she told the girls to get dinner ready, and off she went to the spa. I went on upstairs, thought about it, and smiled. I stripped down, wrapped a towel around me and came downstairs and out onto the deck. She smiled at me as I dropped the towel and got into the hot water of the spa. I groaned when the water stung my worn cock, and she giggled, saying "Sore as I am, I'm sure."

I laughed, "Yeah just a bit, huh?"

After ten minutes, I felt like I was going to fall asleep, and she looked to be in just as bad as shape as I. I reached out for her, saying "I need to cool off, Charlotte."

She said "Yeah, me too. Let's get into the pool." I climbed out, and went into the pool, feeling the much colder water as I got in up to my waist, my cock laying out, floating on the waters surface. Charlotte was right behind me, and I was surprised when she reached around and grabbed my cock, I looked behind me, not seeing the girls, as I protested, "What about Tiffany and Annie?"

"The hell with them, they'll just have to learn to live with it." was her sharp response. I chuckled, as she tugged on my meat a few times, let go and swam away from me on her back. I laughed, as I sank down to my neck, and then pushed off, following her.

I then herd Annie, in a cracking voice, say loudly, "Mom, dinner's ready."

I turned, and she was at the edge of the pool, her mouth hanging open, seeing that I was naked in the pool, along with her mother. Charlotte said "Oh okay.", as if nothing was wrong, as she walked to the stairs, and said "Come on William, let's eat. I'm famished."

Well, here goes nothing. I came to the stairs, not making eye contact with a stunned Annie. I heard her gasp as my hips rose out of the water, and looking at her face, she was staring down at my hanging meat. Meat that found it enjoyed being looked at. I went over to the spa, grabbed my towel and I was drying myself off, facing Annie.

Charlotte was standing next to me, and she said in a rather terse tone, "Annie, if you're done gawking, go tell your sister that we'll be in shortly."

She mumbled something, as she went on inside, looking over her shoulder at my cock as she went. I was drying my member, and I asked "You sure this is a good idea? What if one or both try hitting on me?"

She frowned, "They neither had better not." She finished drying herself, and said "Come on, let's get dressed and have dinner."

She pulled me inside, and I went on upstairs to get some clean clothes on. Coming back down, I went into the dining room, and found the three women eating. I took a seat, looked at the food, smiled and said "Looks great girls." As usual, neither said a word. And no one talked during the meal as well. And after dinner, we all watched the television, before Charlotte got up and went into the bedroom. Forty minutes later, she came out carrying a suitcase, and she said to me, "William, can you carry this upstairs for me?"

I said "Sure." as I rushed over, grabbed it and carried it upstairs. When I reached the top, I saw she had sat back down, and then she spoke to her daughters, saying "You girls now can sleep without me. I'll be sleeping with William the rest of our stay. And probably once we get back to Charlotte as well."

I smiled, as I put her suitcase next to the bed, looking forward to her warm flesh next to mine for a long time to come. The rest of the summer was great, what with the two of us screwing each other senseless whenever we had the chance. The girls were annoyed, to say the least. But neither dared to have a taste. The girls, they were pouting the whole time. I guess I couldn�t blame them, listening to Charlotte and I testing the box springs, as we made love every night. And after that first night, I never wore clothes save for the times we went into town, or there was something needed to be done around the house.

Then, the summer passed way to quickly. It was time to go as we packed up to head back to Charlotte weeks later. She smiled at me that day, as she always does. That warm sexual smile, as she said "Well William, off to home, where more adventures await."

I laughed, saying "Looking forward to it, Charlotte."

She smiled, and as I got behind the wheel of the Lincoln with the girls grumbling as usual, she said "Oh by the way, how you feel about becoming a father?"

I looked at her, and she was smiling, as her right hand was making small circles around her belly. I turned, smiled, and said "Well, guess I feel pretty damn good Charlotte, Damn good!"

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