Chapter 5

“Oh my God!”my mother exclaimed from the kitchen, rousing me from a very pleasant nap.

“What the hell did you do to Jennifer?” she asked in the most accusatory tone.

“It wasn’t him,” Sarah said meekly, from behind her, as she stormed into the den, murder in her eyes.

Mom whipped around and saw the look of guilt on Sarah’s face and the look of absolute embarrassment on Jennifer’s face.

“Then perhaps you should tell me just what happened,” Mom said to Sarah, causing her to blush in embarrassment.

That just made my mom turn again and look at me.

Of course, it was around then that Jennifer turned so that I could see her face and the large black eye that had developed over the course of the afternoon.

I must have gasped, involuntarily, because Jennifer immediately turned her face away and fled back into the kitchen. Sarah looked mortified, as if she wished the earth would open and swallow her whole. And Mom was just stunned and speechless, something I hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

Realizing that things were about to spiral out of control, and that I needed to do something about it quickly, I started barking orders.

“Jennifer, come here now!” I commanded in my most authoritative voice. ‘‘And Sarah,” I continued, “sit down in that chair, be quiet, and know that no one is upset with you.”

While the two women in my life rushed to comply with my instructions (I was still struggling with the concept of orders or commands, even though I knew that was closer to the truth), I turned my attention to my mother.

“Mom, Sarah was sitting with us on the couch. I started tickling her and, in her attempt to escape my tormenting fingers, she accidentally kicked Jennifer with her flailing feet. As you can tell, she feels terrible, but it is really my fault for not being able to control her movements.”

“With my leg injured, my body control is off a bit and I didn’t compensate correctly.”

Sarah started to protest, but a glare from me got her to be quiet, even Jennifer was kneeling quietly by my side.

I think it was the actions of Sarah and Jennifer that stunned my mother into silence, more than my explanation. Even I didn’t completely believe my version of events and I knew my mom wasn’t stupid. Sarah wasn’t that heavy and I could likely lift her with one arm.

But seeing the two of them obeying me without question seemed to stun her. She just stood there, looking at me with this indecipherable look in her eyes. Then she nodded and as I saw a tear run down her face, she turned and walked out of the room, heading up the stairs to her room.

Jennifer gave me a look and without a word, I knew that she wanted to go be with my mom. I nodded to her and tilted my head to indicate she should take Sarah, so an instant later, they were walking up the stars side by side.

I knew my mother and I would be having a long conversation in the near future, but at least for now, it was up to them to figure out how to deal with each other.

And if they couldn’t, then I would get involved.

The next few days settled into a routine after that night. While Sarah continued to be extremely deferential to me, she never volunteered any sexual hints. And Jennifer seemed to be letting her have some time to think about what had happened.

That didn’t diminish Jennifer’s sexual appetite though. She regularly woke me with a wonderful blowjob and then, depending on how my leg was feeling, we would try various sexual activities.

One thing I learned over those days with Jennifer was that the more demanding I was with her, the more enjoyable she seemed to find it.

Take for instance that Friday, Sarah had come over and eaten breakfast with us and despite Jennifer walking around the house nude, she had acted with me as if it were just a bunch of us hanging out. And while I didn’t do anything overtly sexual with Jennifer, it was still clear that we were regularly having sex. Sometimes, you could even see my cum running down her leg.

This particular day, once Sarah had left to go do her lawns and Jay, the second person recruited to mow lawns, had gone through my introduction to the equipment and headed off to give it a try on his own lawn, Jennifer attacked me before the garage door was completely closed.

She started ripping off her clothes and was quickly naked and kneeling beside where I was sitting on my weight bench.

“Master,” she begged, “may I please suck your cook?”

Who was I to tell her no?

When I nodded, she quickly stripped me of my shorts and swallowed my cock to the root. Then she proceeded to set up a rhythmic swallowing motion that she knew drove me crazy. Added to that, she hummed between taking breaths and using her tongue to tease the underside of my cock.

I was getting better at holding out and prolonging my orgasm, and that was particularly true since I had made her ride me to completion in reverse cowgirl fashion when she had come to awaken me. The sight of her fine, tight ass as she bounced up and down on my cock had made that position an instant favorite. The fact that she had nearly squeezed my cock off, when I played with her rosebud, had nearly necessitated a second round.

But despite having been drained thoroughly this morning, and my best efforts to hold off as long as possible, Jennifer was just too talented. Between her talents at swallowing and humming, she soon had me at the brink, and her talent was to keep me there. In fact, I often thought she took it as a personal challenge to see how long she could keep me there. I wasn’t complaining, it just made my orgasms more incredible.

After a couple of minutes of exquisite torture, she finally relented, and I filled her mouth with cum, which she swallowed eagerly.

And after a tongue bath to ensure that I was squeaky clean, Jennifer sat up and licked her lips. Then she pulled up my shorts and made sure I was all tucked in.

“So now you have two people working for you. At ten yards a week, that is one hundred dollars.”

I just nodded, as we’d had this discussion several times. While getting paid to sit around the house and recover was better than the alternative, it was still a lot less money than I had hoped to earn over the course of the summer. Even with a couple more guys, I was still going to be short.

“Master,” Jennifer said quietly, “please trust me on this. Even if you come up short, I promise to personally make up the difference. It’s not as if I don’t have plenty of money!”

Just then, there was a knock on the garage door.

I expected Jennifer to run inside and hide, or at least to pull on a shirt, instead, she strolled over to the side door and opened it, standing there nude, in all her glory.

“Umm, Is James here?” I heard a nervous feminine voice ask.

“You must be Lisa,” Jennifer said, opening the door wider to invite her into the garage.

I sat up on the weight bench, only slightly cringing in pain, as opposed to the intense pain I would have felt a few days ago. I was confused as to why Lisa would be knocking on my door.

Lisa was one of Sarah’s cross-country teammates and she did not like me, I was never sure why. We had never had any arguments or disagreements, and while she was one of Sarah’s best friends, she had always been frosty towards me.

As she walked in, though, she only had eyes for Jennifer. She was entranced by the sight of a naked Jennifer inviting her into the garage. So entranced, in fact, that she tripped as she crossed the threshold and stumbled into the room.

And then it dawned on me why Lisa didn’t like me. I could see it in how she looked at Jennifer, and it reminded me of how she looked at Sarah.

“What can I do for you, Lisa?” I asked, somewhat irritated at how she was staring at Jennifer and yet she had treated me like so much trash all these years.

When she didn’t answer and continued to just stare at Jennifer, I began to get a little angry.

“Jennifer! Come here!” I ordered, feeling the primal need to exert some control over the situation.

Jennifer nodded and closed the door behind Lisa, then ran to my side and knelt beside me in a classic slave pose. Her immediate response to my command caused Lisa to gasp and look at me for the first time since she entered the garage. But when Jennifer knelt in a classic slave pose, I thought Lisa might hyperventilate and pass out.

“Is there something I can do for you? ‘‘I asked Lisa.

Lisa stood there for a moment, seeming to gather herself, and then she looked at me.

‘‘Sarah said that you might be able to help me find a summer job like hers,” she said, in a bit of a rush as if she needed to get the words out before she got distracted again.

“Well, I can help you by setting you up with some equipment and teaching you how to do the job, which isn’t difficult, however, you’ll need to find the jobs yourself,” I answered.

“I’ve already gotten lawns on my street potentially lined up. I just need you to help me, like you did Sarah. If she can do it, so can I, and being outside and working out every day is a lot more appealing than working in some fast-food joint.”

I noticed Jennifer smiling as she knelt there, her head slightly bowed, and I knew she was counting the money that would come in from these lawns as well. Even counting the five dollars we put away for gas and maintenance, I would still add another fifty dollars a week. That is, if she really had ten lawns lined up, and then I wondered how many other girls on the cross-country team would like to have a job working outside.

“Well, then, let’s get started,” I replied. “Jennifer, why don’t you go inside and fix us some lunch, and then, after lunch, we will need to start hunting lawn equipment, as this is my last set.”

Lisa was a quick study, and once I got past the fact that she had treated me like crap all these years, because she hadn’t liked the fact that Sarah and I had been friends, we seemed to get along fine. All that strife just because she had a crush on Sarah!

We reviewed how to start and operate all the equipment, and to set the controls and some guidelines about how to mow lawns, and do the maintenance. I even gave her a copy of my check list to help her until she had it memorized.

We were just finishing up when Jennifer poked her head out in the garage to inform us that lunch was ready.

“Can I ask you something?” Lisa asked quite hesitantly.

“Sure,” I answered rather casually, thinking that she had a question about the lawn care business.

“Is Jennifer really your slave?” Lisa asked, with a certain husk in her voice, that hadn’t been there just a minute ago.

“I am,” Jennifer answered from the doorway. Lisa and I both turned suddenly, almost guiltily toward the door. She stood there in all her glory, leaning on the door frame, looking at us with a small smile on her face.

“What does that mean?” Lisa asked. “So, you’ll do whatever he wants? Why would a beautiful woman like you debase yourself for a shitty teenager like James?”

Jennifer just smiled a sad smile and looked at Lisa. Then she looked at me and walked over to kneel beside me and I put my arm around her.

“You see, Lisa, when you think of slave, you think of something out of ancient times, like a harem slave.” Jennifer said, addressing Lisa as she knelt beside me, “this isn’t anything like that.”

“James is my second Master, my first was my husband before he was killed. They are both motivated and successful men, men with purpose and drive, and I find that extremely attractive,” Jennifer said quietly, looking up at me with utter adoration in her eyes.

“But more than that, James gives me a purpose. After the death of my husband, I was lost, and without even trying, James rescued me that week. He made sure that I got to the lawyer’s office, he made sure things around the house were fixed. Anytime I needed something, James was there.”

“I trust James and I need James, far more than he needs me, and a little bit of hot sex, that I enjoy greatly, doesn’t hurt any at all. But then again, I didn’t understand that at your age, so I don’t really expect you to understand it either.”

“But it isn’t really about sex at all, in fact, far from it. It is about trust, needs, and helping each other. James helps me meet my needs, and I help meet James’s needs. While you might think he is getting the better end of the deal, I can assure you that I am doing this completely of my own free will. I am independently wealthy, so I really don’t ‘need’ anyone or anything, and before you ask, he is not coercing me in any way, and I am happier than I have been in a long while, happier than I thought I would ever be again.”

And with that, Jennifer gave me a kiss and sauntered, yes sauntered, back into the house, leaving Lisa standing there with her mouth wide open, catching flies.

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