Chapter 6: Del’s first day of “work”

Nancy grabbed a fresh pair of panties and a feminine pad. It seemed such a shame to throw away the creamy load of sperm Del had filled her underwear with, but she needed absorbency now. She had known that her period had been imminent, but would have preferred that it waited just a little longer. Sighing, she rinsed out her dirty underwear and tossed it into the laundry.

When she got back downstairs, she sat back down next to Del on the couch. He looked at her, uncertain. She sighed again. “Del, I’m sorry ... Michael and I have been having problems lately, and it was unfair to bring you into the middle of this. You’re like a son to me, and here I am ... molesting you!”

“You ... you haven’t!” he responded. “Nancy, I wanted this too!”

“You’re still a teen boy. You’d have said yes to pretty much any woman throwing herself at you,” she countered.

“But...”

“No buts! You’re just starting out in life, and I’m interfering with that. You’ll find someone your own age, I’m sure. Can we just be friends, Del?” She held out her hand.

Del looked hurt, but sighed and shook it. “Yeah ... I’m sorry I wasn’t stronger.”

“Stronger?”

He grinned at her. “To resist your feminine wiles.”

“Oh, you.”

They continued to play the video game, though she made sure that they sat at opposite ends of the couch.

Nancy didn’t stop being friendly with Del, but restrained herself from inappropriately touching him, or wearing overly tight or revealing clothing. Not that she had any interest in showing off her body during her period, which had cooled her ardor like a glass of cold water in the face. She shook her head at the irony of one of the most defining traits of femininity being the thing that made her feel the least feminine.

When Saturday rolled around, Del headed across the street to Trista’s house in shorts and a polo shirt, ready to work. It was Fall now, but they were getting lucky with a final series of summery weekends.

“Ugh,” Trista’s strawberry-blonde daughter Helena said as she opened the door for him. “She’s in the backyard again.”

Del noted that today the slim teen was wearing sweatpants and a half-top that showed off her flat tummy. Instead of leading the way this time, though, she just closed the front door and watched him as he made his way through the house. He found Trista by the pool, once again in a swimsuit, though this one was a more revealing white bikini.

It had been a couple of days since Del had cum due to Nancy spurning him, and the sight of the older blonde, her body firm and toned, as if she’d never given birth (other than the teardrop-shaped boobs pushing out her bikini top), made his cock lurch in appreciation.

“Ah, Del, right on time,” she said as she rose on those long, shapely legs. “Come with me.” She hooked her arm in his and pulled him into the hedgeway. However, this time she turned left instead of right.

“Uh, Trista...”

“Ah ah ah,” she admonished him. “I’m in charge here, Del, so you listen to me, okay?” Without waiting for his response, she continued as they strolled into the hedge maze. “So I’m going to need you to go through the maze, here, and look for any branches that are being naughty, sticking out where they shouldn’t.” She turned left and pointed one such branch out. “Cut them off and put them in the wheelbarrow, which you’ll find behind the shed.” Now she pulled him down a right turn. Soon, she stopped. “Oh, poo, we should have gone to the shed first. Now we’re lost.”

“Err, well, actually...”