House hand Needed - Alvera

Just some neighbourhood housework. Aren't you the good scout?

You follow Ixy's directions to a rather respectably sized family home near the open fields west of the village. You can almost feel the demonette's tail wrapped around your leg guiding you. Your sure some succubus magic is involved that you can feel her physically touching you while not here.

You grumble to yourself in front of the picturesque farmhouse, "Well I guess this is it."

You walk up to the comely home give the customary three sharp knocks while thinking what the hell makes a knock sharp and wait for a response.

The door opens with thunder as you're almost trampled by a pack of rabid dusty blonde haired beasts. You jump to the side, taking cover as the tornado of hair and limbs storms down the path. As you brush yourself off you see a mature, dirty blonde haired woman looking over at you.

"Oh goodness, I'm so sorry about that. You must be the house hand. I'm really sorry about the kids," The woman looks at you with a kind, motherly smile. Apologetic as she introduces herself, "I'm Alvera."

As you get up you look over the woman. It's hard to think she's even past her late 30s, but some of those savages that ran past you were clearly your age and older. You can't see any noticeable sag on her sun kissed bosom wrapped beneath her white apron and yellow sundress. The dress is a simple affair, but a good figure can make anything stand out and she has a damn good figure. Wide child bearing hips that have no doubt been put to that very exercise time and time again, and ample breasts that sit so well on her chest you'd find it hard to believe she's breastfed. Her green eyes are warm and welcoming with only a hint of crows feet that you'd get from staying up a few nights and her full lips looked at you worryingly. As you stand at your full height the sweet voiced milf has to tilt her neck to look you in the eyes.

Her tone is still gentle, "They can be a handful, I hope you're okay."

You assure her she has no need to be concerned, "Its alright, I'm hard- I mean tough. Built Ford tough!"

"Oh, oh my. I don't know who Ford is, but I'm glad you're okay." It seems her mood is already improving knowing her kids haven't injured you.

You try to reign in your enthusiasm, "Ehem, so how may I service you- be of service to you!"

The busty housewife doesn't seem to have caught your slip up and beams at the helpful young man who's dropped on her doorstep, "Well you see every now and again my older sons stop by with their own young sons and along with their younger brothers it's a bit of a handful."

You blink a few times, confused, "Excuse me ma'am, but an I to understand a woman so youthful and vibrant is a grandmother?"

Alvera blushes lightly, "H-how charming, but you shouldn't tease your elders like that. You look younger than my eldest. My best years are behind me."

Alvera's smile weakens somewhat, "I could have kept him if- W-well would you like to come in so we could discuss what needs doing?"

You know that slip. A woman who's had to do to much by herself. Your inner dick delivery specialist tells you there's more to do here than housework.

Almara said to follow the pull. Chaos is guiding you in one direction only.

You step up unto the front porch, "Miss I would be glad to tease you as much as you'd like. And I can clearly see the best of you is still in front of me. I'm sure there's plenty for me to be doing and I'd love to get hands on immediately."

Alvera's blush spreads and you can see a bit of sweat on her brow. It's been a while, if ever that someone's been so direct with her. The gentle rubbing of her thighs tells you being direct was exactly what you were supposed to be. She's probably not caught on to it herself, but nothing about the way she looks at you says she didn't like what she heard. As you step towards her another voice enters the fray.

"Mum, who's that by the door?"

Standing behind her is a rather petite little blonde in a white sundress. She has her mother's hair colour and cute as a button face, in a far more demure figure. She doesn't have her mother's chest and her hips aren't as wide. She reminds you more of a volleyball figure.

Alvera spins around to acknowledge her daughter, "Ava! T-this is the house hand I was waiting for! H-he offered to help! Yes, that's why he's here!"

Ava raises an eyebrow at her mother, "Right...a bit less shouty maybe?"

You notice the softness of Ava's thighs under her rather short sundress and walk closer to Alvera who now has her back to you as she speaks to her daughter. You were in the middle of something.

Your hardening erection nestles in between her lower back and the top of her ass cheeks causing the buxom milf to let out a little, "Eep!"

Ava tilts her head, " Are you okay mum? You look redder than usual and did he get taller?"

Before Alvera has a chance to respond you take over the conversation "Your mum's a bit stressed with all the housework, I'm here to help relieve her. Help her take a load off and all that."

Ava nods and sighs, "Right, makes sense. She's been pretty exhausted since the boys came home. A bit jittery too. So what's he doing first mum?"

You notice Alvera has started to slowly grind into you. Becoming an active participant in your machinations, "Well seeing as he's such a strapping young man, laundry will be first. I'm sure he doesn't mind the heavy lifting. Boys go through a lot of clothes and the hampers won't lift themselves."

You give a smile, "Don't worry ma'am, I lift."

You wink at Ava as you say that. She blushes a bit, but her mother is too distracted by you to notice.

The flustered milf responds and shoos her daughter with an excuse, "I'm sure you do, Ava start making some lemonade while we let him work."

Ava hides a light blush as she turns towards the kitchen, "Um yeah, sure."

Like mother like daughter.

A few minutes later you've moved multiple hampers of washed clothes out to the back of the house. You've taken your shirt off to better work in the sun and as your toned figure lays out dozens of sheets, shirts and skirts you feel the eyes burning holes through your physique. On the back porch Ava sits knees to chest staring at you hungrily. Something tells you there aren't a lot of young men your age in the village. Apart from her brothers because the obvious staring and that little wet patch you glance forming in her panties give away how inexperienced she is with men she finds attractive, not even bothering to cross her legs. Her mother seems rather heated too. Alvera is watching you from the kitchen. Washing dishes while tugging at the neck of her apron.

Duin,"All done!"

You shout back to the house, Ava tightens her legs together and runs inside as Alvera comes out with lemonade, "A bit on the sweet side when my daughter makes it, I hope you don't mind."

Duin: "Never, I can appreciate a sweet tongue."

Ava comes back out with a glass of ice water, "Hehe so I guess you won't be needing this?"

You take the glass and empty it over your head. Your muscles tense at the sudden coldness and you sigh contentedly, "Nah, that was exactly what I needed."

And exactly what set the two blondes in front of you glassy eyed wanted to see as the water runs down your chest.

You look over and see some logs by an axe. This hasn't been the most intensive work, but you really want to see how your stamina has held up in this new world, "Need any wood chopped?"

Alvera follows your line of sight, "Oh, that's too much. You already have enough to do as it is."

You walk over to the axe, "I insist, I need some exercise. Hopefully you don't mind?"

Ava is quick to answer, "Not at all!"

And that's all you need to hear to get started.

Twenty. Forty. One hundred. Two hundred.

You're finished and you turned over three hundred logs into pristine firewood. It's not the first time you've done this. You're uncle had a cabin in Boston. Still you've never chopped so many logs, nor this accurately for this long. And on top of it all you don't feel the least bit tired. You put the axe down and turn to see the women amazed at the progress you made in such little time.

Feeling more relaxed you ask, "So who's next?"

Alvera shouts her answer, "Me! I mean the rooms! I need to go through the rooms. Spring cleaning lots of stuff to throw out."

You grin, "Right, so shirt on or off?"

Alvera and Ava answer in unison, "OFF!"

The blushing blondes look at each other before looking off to the side.

"Off it is then."

Going through the house, packing away everything Alvera hands you and carrying it out front. You notice the room you're currently in has a bigger bed than the others.

Alvera is bent over the bed, prone and looking under it. Her thighs squishy against the firmness of the mattress you close the door and walk up behind her.

You speak just loud enough for her to hear, "Bigger bed than the others."

You rest your hand on the small of Alvera's back and illicit another squeak from the mousey housewife.

Her legs flail a little as she answers, "Eek! Y-yes it was our- I mean it's my bed. Um, it was for two-."

You gently caress her bringing your other hand to her back and slowly start massaging., "It IS for two people."

You coax a sensual coo from the housewife as you massage her lower back, heading towards her shoulder, "Oh goodnessssss."

Alvera hisses as you relieve the tension in her back, "Y-You don't have to do this for an old woman like me, I'm-"

You press down, "You are exactly the type of woman I'd love to do this too. Still so firm, yet so soft in the right spots. I still can't believe you're somebody's mother. How many?"

Alvera breathes sensually as you pull yourself on the bed, resting your erection between her cheeks as you move your hands from her shoulders to reach around and cups the breasts you've been looking at since you got here, "Six. Five boys. And Ava..."

She shudders as she answers you.

You rub, grope and roughly caress her prominent chest. Putting more of your weight onto the horny housewife, you lean forward nibbling at her ear, before planting your lips on the nape of her neck and grinding you prominent rod of power into her backside.

"Ahhh, ahh, ohhh. You..." Alvera moans between her words she wriggles into your sensual embrace, steadily lifting her sundress with her grinding. You rub her back in circular motions, shifting the **** between your palms and knuckles as you go up and down before returning to her breasts.

Alvera feels the tension shift from her back to her loins as the more you fondle her the more she feels your sizeable erection, "That, oh that... Is it really for me? I didn't think anyone would still- I'm so old now-"

*shhhh*

You quite the lonely housewife as you reach down and flip her sundress up further, "It's time I bring you that much needed relief. Six kids is a lot, you need a break."

You pull back your right hand ripping Alvera's panties off and then freeing your meatstick. It lands with a meaty smack on her backside, you begin rubbing back and forth slicking the tip with precum before you nestle the head at the entrance of her slit as you embrace her again.

Alvera tenses, hand clutching the edge of the sheets, "It's been so long."

"How long?" you wonder if that was rude to ask, but you want to make sure you deliver on what she's been missing all this time."

"Too long," is the response from her plump lips.

Feeling the pleadings in the housewife's tone, you bury yourself into her. Almost to the hilt as you realize how badly she been wanting this. It wasn't the easiest entry, but the resistance melted fast as her body starts to remember.

Her mouth opens into a moan, "Ahhhhh, yessssssh!"

You rhythmically start thrusting into the moaning milf, slowly, but you delve every inch into her. Alvera moans throatily between your powerful thrusts and the rough treatment of her breasts, "Ahhhhh, ohhh, ah, ahh, so full!"

You're properly hilting inside her with every thrust now. Alvera's wonderfully tight, her walls slick and tickling at your shaft welcomingly. Pulling you deeper with every thrust. You are going faster now, the bed creaking. Perhaps due to age, or also being out of practice for accommodating two people. Her wetness trickles down, meeting her in a pool under her slit and soaking what of her sundress is pressed under her. You wonder if your newfound stamina applies to sex. You've never been a quick shot, but the control you feel is new. You pound into Alvera, deep and fast strokes again and again as her excited quim gushes and squeezes you. Stroke after stroke, staining the bed even more with the scent of lust as if to mark the very wood of the bed base in your lovemaking. You think between thrusts, sure of it now, You'd never be able to go this hard, this long without slowing down before.

As you continue enjoying the woman under you, ou feel yourself hitting her womb more and more as it comes down to meet you. That flips a switch in Alvera.

"Ahhhhh, i-is that? Am I? Ohhh!", Alvera starts to stare back at you with hearts in her eyes. You feel her squeezing you rhythmically as she looks at you overcome with lustful hunger. As she tries to speak you double your efforts. Drilling your lust into her plush pussy.

"AHHHHH, AHH, OHH, YESH, YESSS!" Alvera starts howling as orgasm after orgasm starts hitting her. She tries again to speak through clenched teeth and throaty moans.

She hardly gets the words out, "Plea- ple- Ohhh, puh-leash- Ahh! In- I-In- Ahhh- siiiii!"

You double over her, bring your lips to her ear, "What do you want?"

You ask as you start grinding into her womb on the tail end of each thrust, working yourself to your own orgasm.

Alvera clenches her teeth, drool falling down the side of her mouth as she brings her thoughts into focus, "BREEEEED ME!!"

That's all it takes to carry you over the edge. You see white as you coat her very fertile womb with your baby batter and she buries her face in the bed as she arches her back to further receive your load. Your thrusts slow as your balls work overtime, the **** of your load threatening to push you out after the sixth shot, but you are determined to stay in to the very end.

You both come down from your orgasms and before you can ask Alvera how it was you see she's passed out beneath you with a dazed smile.

Duin take a breath and pull out, "Quest complete."

You get up and begin to redress, only getting on your pants when you notice something, "Hm, I know I closed that door. Seriously, scroll back and check the log, people."

You look through the doorway and don't see anyone. You close the door behind you and walk toward the door right of Alvera's. The last room left in the house. As you open it a familiar scent hits you. Like very familiar.You see Ava playing with her nubile cunt as the scent of a woman in heat permeates the room. She notices you as you walk around her bed looking around.

"Eep!" The startled tart stops her fingers, but doesn't close her legs as she eyes you over.

The blush on her face intensifies, "U-um, you shouldn't-"

You cut her off, "Last room in the house. Your mum would be helping me, but she's taking a little nap. Long, hard day and all."

Ava blushes at you knowingly slowly moving her finger again against her better judgement. Her face tells you she doesn't even know she's doing it.

You hum to yourself a moment, "I knew I closed that door."

Ava turns even redder and you smirk, "Naughty girl."

She gives you the cheeky grin you only get from someone who knows they've been caught, "Your were kinda loud."

You sit on the bed and begin riffling through the bedside table.

Ava leans towards you, brushing her warm cheek against the side of your back, "What are you?.."

"Cleaning, figure I'd start with what's closest." You answer.

Underwear is apparently what's closest. You notice a large variety of styles and fit with little consistency. Patterns and solid coloured thongs, g-strings, boy shorts, and more in sheer, lace and other exotic fabrics.

You raise a brow, " A jack of all trades kind of girl eh?

Ava reddens over your shoulder, "I'm heading off the college in the winter. I don't really know what fits me just yet. Don't exactly have my mum's assets so I need to put in a bit of work to get noticed."

"I notice you fine. And as for what fits you. How about this?" You pull out a lacy white thong Ava blushes furiously, but doesn't look away from you.

She swallows nervously. "Thought those were a bit too mature."

She stares at you and a nervous smile forms on her cute lips. "I can try em on if you'd like?"

You smile right back at her and get on the bed fully, kneeling some distance between her legs and still shirtless, "Spread your legs for me and I'll help you put them on."

Ava slowly holds her legs up as you slip the lacy thong up her soft thighs, slowly caressing her all the way up. Ava coos at the gentle touch and you look into her eyes as you leave your hands on her hips. You notice instead of meeting your gaze she's staying at your erection that's made it way out of your pants and up through the waistband.

You look down, "Thought I put him away. "

"You did he- he was moving while you were moving." Ava answers quickly as if to assuage you to leave your dick out.

You smile as you watch her keep her eyes glued to your crotch as it slowly disappears underneath you as you lay down stomach first on the bed between her legs. It's at this moment she finally notices how close your head is to her crotch.

A hint of nervousness in her voice, "U-um do you like them?"

"Hm?"

" Th-the panties?" she asks.

You can feel the heat coming off of her as you move your face closer, "Yeah. You're pussy's pretty too."

"What are- OHHHH!" Her words are cut short by your tongue lapping it's way from the bottom to the top of her slit. Your tongue fully presses the exposed lips on either side of her thong as her honey hole and clit indirectly feel you through the thin fabric.

Ava's breathing is rough as you continue to lick her over the underwear. Squeaking and moaning every time your tongue flicks over her covered clit, " Ahhh, oh, hmm, mhhhhn, ahh!"

Her voice is higher than her mother's, but with the same amount of pleading. She gently rocks into your mouth as you continue your play.

You pull your tongue back as she whimpers a little so you can speak, "Yeah, these fit you. Make things easy too."

"They do?" The horny nymph states at you as you move the fabric to the side with your tongue and bury it into her wet and leaking hole

"Oooooh, yes they do! Ahhh, mmmmmhm, ahh. AHH!" Ava screams out as her orgasm hits her. She wraps her legs around your head as stars dance in her vision as the new sensation overtakes her and her spine arches toward the ceiling.

Ava releases you slowly, as she catches her breath. Her glazed over eyes almost giving you pause as you line your fuckstick with her slit till you see the hunger present itself.

She looks at you pleadingly as you hover over her, "Yes please- AAAHHH!"

Slowly the head of your one eyed monster penetrates her virginal flower, but she doesn't even wince, instead looking up at you with hearts in her eyes, the second time you've seen that. "More! please."

How could you deny such a cute face? You slowly start thrusting. A quarter at first and then half, you get her body used to the new sensation of being cleaved open. Her tight, almost painfully tight, pussy squeezes you as if trying to clamp you down and keep you still till it understands what you are. Keeping control of the situation and urged by the little pool of nectar coating your dick and pooling under Ava you pick up the pace.

"Ahhh, AHHH, soooooo big! Sho good! Ohh, Ahhh, deep- mmmn! Deeper!"

On her command you start fucking her deeper working your shaft into her flower till you feel yourself bottom out into the young blonde.

"Ahh, yo-you're ahhh, ohh! Touching it!"

You feel it, you're thrusts kissing her womb and her nectar coating your balls as the wet, sticky sounds of sex fills the room. You double your stroke and start pistoning her sweet pot, feeling out her spots and letting her moans guide your thrusts between her orgasms. That familiar feeling starts to creep up your spine and then you see it.

That same switch has flipped in Ava. She pulls you on top of her, "Mum says, mmmn, Ahhh-! Her breasts got big after she had Calen! Mmma, ohh, ahh! He's the o-o-oldesssssst!"

Ava's tongue is now longing out of her mouth and you kiss her greedily between her words, "Mmmn, mlk, mmnt, please- ahh-mmlp, mlln- make me a mother!"

And there she goes, one final orgasm from Ava pushes your over the edge, you thrust deep one more time and let the lightening take you as you empty yourself inside her.

She howls into your ear until her orgasm dies down and like mother like daughter she's quickly asleep and in a well fucked bliss.

You pull yourself up and look her over, "Hm, that's a quest well done if I've seen one."

You clean Ava up before covering her and tucking her into her own bed. Then you make your way back to Alvera after getting fully dressed. She stamps your quest as done and tells you to visit in a couple months. The boys will be busier then.