Chapter 5: Lucky delivery man

The plan was well thought out. I wondered how long Mom and Sharon had been working on the details. It was hard to contain my excitement over my new summer job prospect. I replied, “Sure, Mom. I’ll do it. Providing me more time to help around here will be icing on the cake.”

“Great, Sam. I’m taking off work this week to spend more time with you,” she informed me, returning to the smooth-stroking on my upper arm.

Sleep once again came effortlessly, as I dreamt of my new summer job. Awakening early, I anxiously waited for Mom to show up for breakfast. She was late and I feared she’d slept 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, sleeveless nightie, which revealed a few inches of lower thigh meat while she glided around the kitchen. The other difference was that she didn’t change, remaining 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 stayed uncomfortably rock-hard through the meal. I barely heard her explain the day’s events.

“Sam! Did you hear me?” she asked, breaking me out of my trance. Once my focus turned to her, she continued, “I said, I’m going to Sharon’s for a while to work out the details.”

“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, when Mom showed up several hours later. We ate and decided to attend 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 shared, “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. She won’t expose her face nor talk to you.”

I nodded, acknowledging my instructions. Concerned whether I’d be able to become hard without any foreplay, I rebuked, “I don’t know, Mom. No kissing, no talking, and only slight touching. I don’t know if I’ll be able to successfully perform with those restrictions.”

Silent for a moment, pondering my concerns, 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. Afterward, 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 as Mom prepared 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 casual 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 require 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 to the bed 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 muscles tensed when I ran my hands up and down her lower limbs.

Her skin felt tough, leathery, and dry from the effects of the damaging sun. Recognizing her nervous state, I quietly spoke to her, attempting to ease her stress. I moved the sheet further up, stroking her upper legs and thighs. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides. She was so ill at ease, that I was afraid we’d have to cancel.

My prick remained soft as my mind raced to try to think of how to proceed to make her more comfortable. Suddenly it hit me. She loved to bask in the sun and was probably proud of her tan.

While gently massaging her legs, I soothingly 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 continued, “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, underneath her, propped up 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. A lighter tone of skin became exposed 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 remained 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 cooed, 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.”

Her hips excitedly moved while I proceeded with the fantasy. “I wish I was the lucky delivery man, walking into the yard and seeing a tanned, sexy, nude woman on display.”

Moisture appeared on her slit, her fantasies overcoming her nervousness. “You need to be cautious when suntanning nude, not knowing when a friend or a family member will arrive unannounced.”