It's the polite thing to do

"Uh, Mrs. Adams, would you like me to help you with your sunscreen?"

She looked at him. "Oh, hello Matt. No thank you, I've got it under control. How are you coming with the pool."

"The filter is badly backed up. I'm going to have to backwash it." Which would take more time than he'd been counting on.

"Oh, dear. Well, I suppose that can't be helped. I'm not in your way out here, am I?"

"Of course not." Mrs. Adams wasn't the hottest thing Matt had seen but he'd snapped a couple of pictures for later fapping anyway. Now, if Tanya would come back out, he'd really get some masturbation-worthy shots.

"Fine. Let me know when you're done and I'll take you home. After today, though, you'll have to arrange your own transportation."

"Sure, Mrs. Adams."

Cleaning the filter was hot and dirty work. He dumped his shirt, wishing that he had a better body, and got to work on it.

An hour later, he emerged. It was done and he'd certainly earned his money.

Tanya, wearing a tiny bikini, sat by the side of the pool dipping her toe into the water. Her long legs seemed suntanned all the way up, making Matt wonder if she tanned in the nude when no one was around. Perhaps there was some advantage to being invisible.

{if Tanya>0}"Mom says she's ready if you are," Tanya said. "Uh, thanks for doing the pool thing."

"You're welcome," he said. "Your mom was nice to offer me the job."

"Mom was being cheap is what she was doing. Anyway, see you at school.

{else}She gave him a sneer. "Mom, your poolboy is done." She wrapped a towel around herself and headed back inside. {endif}