Chapter 13: Shannon III

Monica came into the kitchen wearing nothing but cut-off jeans shorts, “OMG, Mom, why did Dad pick today to run errands? I’m dying for some cock.”

“Me too, dear, but he said that knowing he still had thirty-six hours before he could fuck Donna without a rubber was driving him insane. He had to get away from all the hot new neighbors playing hard to get.”

“Well fuck; we can only eat each other’s pussies so many times. Couldn’t he fuck Donna with a condom on a few more times? We’d give him plenty of bareback sex to make up for him still needing to wear a rubber with her for another day and a half.”

“He didn’t want to wear that long-legged beauty out before he could do her raw.” Her daughter had a point, though. They had taken turns eating each other out twice each, then sixty-nined, and finally gone multiple rounds on a two person sex toy. She was craving a real cock just as much as her daughter. “What about the pool boys? They just got here. We could tease them.”

“Ah man, I already blew a rando in the movie theater parking lot with Donna. I’m gonna be pissed unless we get lucky and one of them turns out to be hung.”

“It’s more about the teasing rather than getting fucked by a substitute cock. I’ve got no more interest in spreading my legs for a small dick than you do. But if we get worked up from teasing them, then we can keep each other amused without going cock crazy until your dad gets home.”

“OK, Mom, you’ve convinced me; what’s the plan?”

“Hmmm, I’ll go out in a bikini and ask them if they mind if I sunbathe topless while they work. Then you come out if I take my bikini off.”

“Oh, come on, Mom; they’re gonna want to see your cannonballs!”

“Probably, but you never know, they might be gay, or prudes, or just really nervous about getting fired.”

“Fine, I’ll concede that’s a possibility, a remote possibility. Go on, I don’t have a better plan for keeping our sanity intact until Dad gets home.”

“Hey boys,” Shannon called out to the young men working on their pool.

“Oh, hello,” one of them said before doing a double take when he noticed the size of her rack. “Ohhhh! Hello!”

“Well, that gives me some confidence that I’ll get a yes to my question. Do you two mind if I sunbathe topless?” Shannon thought one of the two might topple into the pool; he was so surprised. She wondered how many times that one had jerked off at night dreaming about a client taking off her top while they worked.

“No, ma’am!” the one who didn’t look likely to fall into the pool while distracted by her tits answered. “Wow! Those are some fucking big ass knockers, ma’am!”

Then she heard the other one exclaim, “What the fuck!” She could hear the sound of Monica’s flip-flops and guessed that her daughter hadn’t bothered putting on a bikini top before heading out side. Then there was a loud splash as the hapless young man fell into the pool.

“Damn dude, you are such a loser,” his co-worker mocked him.

Monica came to his rescue, “Here, grab my hand so you can get back on dry land; it’s the least I can do after distracting you.”

Shannon watched the dripping pool boy climb out with Monica’s assistance. “I think I’m in love,” the soggy, smitten pool boy stated.

“Fuck no!” Monica snapped, “I don’t need a fucking boy friend!” as she shoved the overawed young man back in the water with a second splash.

The one worker was laughing loudly, and the other swam dejectedly to a ladder to get himself out of the pool this time. As Monica stretched out on a pool chair, Shannon set the second part of her plan into motion. She didn’t think she needed to modify it, despite one of the workers getting soaked twice. “So, we’re just two silly ladies who like to get our tits out. Now, that should be enough of a tip for you to do the best job on our pool possible. However, my husband is awfully picky when it comes to how this pool is maintained. Keeping that in mind, there might be something a little extra for the two of you,” Shannon ran her tongue in a three-sixty around her lips before using it to push out one of her cheeks before continuing, “If you can finish up quickly enough for us to have some fun and you still make it to your next appointment on time. Just remember, we’ll call to complain about the two of you and ask that you never be sent back here if my husband isn’t happy when he gets home.”

The dry worker turned to his partner and said, “Dude, I know you just took a swim twice and got called out by the babe over there, but do you think you can help me do a top-notch job on this pool faster than you’ve ever worked before?” After the wet worker nodded, “Trust me, you’re not going to regret it. I can tell just by looking at these two chicks that they’re freaks and are going to make us both cum like there’s no tomorrow!”

“What about your husband?” The dripping worker wondered, “What if he comes home?”

“Don’t you worry about that; he’s going to be gone until this evening,” Shannon said reassuringly. “On top of that, he’s hung like a horse; I only suck him off for special occasions. He doesn’t mind if I stay in practice by blowing other guys. Now, if one of you turns out to be hung like a horse, we might need to discuss other arrangements.”

“I aint never had no complaints before,” the more confident worker boasted. “I’ll let you decide what sort of arrangements are appropriate to deal with my Schlange.”

Shannon was laughing inside. The one pool boy was more right than he knew. If she and her daughter couldn’t make these two cum uncontrollably, it was a sad day. The two worked quickly, and when they were done, the more confident one asked, “We’ve finished up about ten minutes early; do you want me to go over what we did?”

“Do you want to cut into your blow job time? My husband will know if you did a good job or not.”

“Hey Mom, you take the lovesick one,” Monica called out.

“What the fuck?” The still soggy one asked. “Does your husband know that you and your daughter are giving out blow jobs when he’s not around? I thought that was one of your friends!”

Shannon seriously considered that she might be giving this guy his first blow job. While it was possible that his partner was full of false confidence, she guessed that one had at least one girlfriend in his past. Shannon made her walk a strut designed to make her bare breasts bounce wildly with every footfall. As the wet worker’s eyes bulged, she questioned him, “Like I told the other guy, do you want to waste your blow job time with me answering questions about what my husband does or does not know?” Shannon could already hear the steady, glug, glug, glug sound of Monica giving head. It really wasn’t possible to get Christopher’s cock in your mouth without giving your gag reflex a good workout. Shannon knew that neither she nor Monica had much trouble deep throating average sized men.