Tom's dilemma...

Tom sat at home with his face buried in the palms of his hands; the problems were continually growing in number. He was already regretting leaving his sisters at the school, but that aside he had other concerns.

They were running short of money. He had managed to access his mothers savings through her online banking account but those were running dry and his own meager funds wouldn't last long either.

One of the questionable benefits of the fall of society was that while the lights stayed on and the toilets still flushed, a utilities bill had yet to arrive in the mail. But the grocery stores still expected payment if he wanted to put dinner on the table which left Tom with a bit of a dilemma.

Soon he would have to find a way to earn money or find a new way to get them food and vitals. Tom was certain that the XXX-infected women of this new world would pay him for...

The idea was unthinkable, especially after Dr Turner's revelation concerning the fate of men who caught the virus through sexual intercourse. There had to be another way...

A splashing sound outside brought him out of his gloomy musings, someone was in the pool... and he was the only person in the house at that moment. Tom leapt up the stairs three at a time, burst into Britney's room and stared angrily out the window overlooking the family pool.

Mrs. Hope was in the family pool and she wasn't alone. Splashing playfully with her was an implausibly buxom redhead in a black string bikini.

Tom's eyes drank the sight of the two of them like a man dying of thirst in the desert. Mrs. Hope's body was glistening wet as water droplets ran across her smooth creamy skin, down between her enormous breasts and over her slender shoulders. Her dark wet hair ran over her shoulders and back like indian ink, her teensy white Brazilian bikini concealing none of her generous curves or exaggerated assets.

The redhead's impressive body almost rivaled Mrs. Hope's for Tom's panicked attention, her skin was darkly tanned and firm, making her mounds seem like great golden orbs standing high and proud on her chest. Her limbs and torso were slender, smooth and lightly muscular like a born swimmer. Her big eyes sparkled a brilliant green as she laughed with Mrs. Hope, her full ruby lips forming a natural pout as they splashed each other like two playmates in a Penthouse photoshoot. Tom knew what they were doing and couldn't take it a second longer. He threw the window open and leaned out.

"What the hell are you doing in my pool? " He yelled angrily "Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops!"

Mrs. Hope and the beautiful red-head turned simultaneously and gazed at him with teasing smirks.

"Oooh! A man in uniform, that sounds tasty... if you can find one" Mrs. Hope purred, her voice full of lusty promise.

"I think I would prefer a pool boy right now..." Her sexy companion countered, her eyes drinking in the sight of Tom, "A youthful... virile... pool boy to rub lotion all over every inch of my skin."

Mrs. Hope laughed and picked up a leaf floating on the water's surface, holding it away from her between thumb and forefinger as though it were unsightly.

"The pool does need a good tending..." she remarked casually to the fiery-haired vixen before returning her gaze to him, "Why don't you come down here and clean it with us? We would be very, very grateful.'

Tom hung his head in despair and groaned at the thinly veiled proposition and Mrs. Hope smiled wickedly as she made her way up to pool steps lifting her soaked body from the water with the redhead close behind her. He glanced down at her, her white bikini bottoms were so tiny they barely concealed her plump cameltoe and left no doubt in Tom's mind that she was hairless in that region.

"My poor friend Tania here hasn't so much as seen a man's cock in over a week..." she continued running her fingertips across her swaying bosom "But I told her that I knew of a young stud who seemed to need constant relief from his... earthly desires."

Tania nodded fervently in agreement, never taking her eyes off of him. Then Mrs. Hope turned and kissed her friend long and passionately on the lips, softly uttering; "...poor thing."

Tom felt a familiar ache stir in his pants and closed his eyes in an attempt to gain control of himself. They made it hard... so goddamn hard to resist. Mrs. Hope turned back to him and reached her hands behind her back to untie the strings of her skimpy bikini top.

"You don't have to do anything," she assured him, her eyes shining impishly. "Just come down here and rub us both with a little sun lotion. We won't bite -- I promise"

Her teensy top came loose and fluttered to the ground exposing her vast luscious melons shimmering wetly, her fat nipples hard and erect like eraser nubs from the cold swim.

"Won't you come down?"