Antun worked hard in the giant open pit iron mine in the Mesabi rang in far north Minnesota. It was a relatively good job for an immigrant from Croatia just after 1900AD. Ten hours a day, six days a week doesn’t leave much time for a personal life. Sunday was always looked forward to, after Mass of course.

He, like many other men, lived in a boarding house to provide the basics of life. One basic not included in the rent was sex. There was little time or resource for meeting women and dating as we know it in the modern world didn’t exist for this socioeconomic group. How could the goal of a family and children ever be accomplished?

There were six men living in his boardinghouse which was owned and run by a married couple, Stejpan and Ivana, who were from Croatia like Antun. He’d been in the United States for two years at this point and had acquired a rough bit of English, useful at work. He was aggressive and working his way up at the mine. He’d learned how to handle the explosives used to fragment the ore deposits which were then loaded into trucks to go to the train cars that fed the giant lake freighters that took it to the foundries in southern Michigan and northern Indiana. That paid more and required less manual effort.

Also living in the boarding house was Visinja, Ivana’s widowed mother who arrived at about the same time as Antun after her husband died. She was a good helper, built sturdily and with dark leathery skin where exposed to many hours of sunlight as she tended the olive and grape crops back home. The rest of her seven children stayed in their native land.

She had outlived two husbands and had not kept her knees together with other men between marriages so was sensitive to these horny miners. Her fertile days were long gone so that made her idea for making money quite feasible as she explained to her daughter and son-in-law. These men had blue balls and for a dollar she’d resolve the problem. That was a good bit of money in those days, representing a half-day’s wages for most of them. She would guarantee a half hour of enjoyment though. Her daughter was a bit unhappy to hear this but her mother reminded her that her father had not been the only man to receive those favors. She would likely enjoy the “work” while making substantial money for part-time activity that would greatly help both the boardinghouse and its residents. Daughter acquiesced.

Antun was the first to take advantage of the new service, going to the room after supper and nervously following her directions. He had only a few brief experiences in spite of his early twenties age before emigrating. The Catholic women attempted to be quite virginal but some married women were less concerned with sinning and had paid for some labor with their bodies. Those were every short episodes. This would turn out to be different. Visinja wanted great enjoyment and that meant using her experience to mentor the men she expected to repeatedly get naked with her. Sensing his inexperience, she guided Antun in the proper way to get a woman ready for coitus. He was a smart man and eagerly absorbed her guidance. When he finally embedded his tool in her well-used pussy it was a short but very pleasurable event due to his quick climaxing. He would reconnect soon, he knew.

She eventually had all six men as clients, doing two in the same day occasionally but never on Sunday since that started with Mass. Her daughter was quite curious about how it was going and mother didn’t volunteer any information. Her interest got reflected in an increase in copulating with her husband but with a secret curiosity about how it might feel with the boarders. Could she play the role her mother was? She had not become pregnant even though the Catholic precept of no birth control was followed. Was it just her husband or would she be barren with any man? All of this kept her pussy wet and especially when she heard sex noises from her mother’s room.

When the doctors confirmed that Ivana was unlikely to ever have a child she became terribly tempted to explore. Up til now her husband was home almost all the time that the boarders were so there was no opportunity to indulge in adultery. Then fortune struck. Visinja contracted pneumonia and had to cease her quite enjoyable and profitable boarder services. The boardinghouse had become dependent on the income and outcome.

Ivana took a chance. Appearing reluctant she presented to her husband and mother that perhaps she should temporarily take the responsibility. Her husband at first looked angry but her mother reassured him that their own sex would be little affected. She knew from experience. He was a bit money fixated and that overruled any jealousy. She would start that night.

She was in her mother’s room and would be mentored by her too. It so happened that it was Antun’s day and he was quite pleasantly surprised to see this well-known younger woman in a petticoat when he entered he room with his dollar. It went well and when he left Ivana was smiling. “Mother, that was most interesting even though I did not have a climax. I often don’t have one with my husband though.”

Visinja was smiling also. “Daughter, you did well for the first time with a different man. It will get easier and easier, I can assure you. Take your dollar to your husband and give him pleasure. If he is at all like other men I have known, he will be very eager to reclaim you.”

That was the report the next day and she marveled at her mother’s wisdom as the night went by. It was with some sadness that her healed mother took over her services again. Nothing was ever said by her husband about those few weeks. She began to miss the pleasures, especially being around these men who she had gotten so intimately familiar with. What could she do? She’d have to ask her wise mother.