Spreading the love

A little before 6 found yourself walking across the street to the Roberts' Household, where there were a few things scattered on the lawn but still it was the same type of loving household that you just left. As you went past the gate and headed up the steps to the front door, you took a look back at your grandmother's house, knowing that inside was a woman very satiated and exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open after the two of you took a very hot and long shower sex session, pumping another load into her very receptive body and causing several more orgasms in her. You had dried her off and tucked her into bed, not bothering to dress her, with a promise to take care of her when you returned.

"Thanks, baby," she whispered sleepily and you slipped out to keep your dinner date.

After a few knocks, and hearing a called response of "coming", the door swung open and the woman of the house looked at you standing there and smiled widely before she opened her arms. "Come here, DJ!"

"Hey, Auntie J", you responded, pulling the woman in for a warm hug. The surprised yet happy squeal from her made you wonder just how warm the women around DJ had been and how he must have abhorred physical contact. First Monica, who was practically starved for your touch and responded by becoming a very willing partner in all but the biblical sense. For now, anyway. Next, Moesha, who went in one afternoon from feisty yet reserved to now sleeping off 2 full loads of cum in her body and multiple orgasms. DJ had been much but he was definitely a child.

You weren't.

"Mmm...it's good to have you here...but where's your grandma?"

You smiled as you closed the door behind her and took off your shoes. "She's a bit winded from working out today, the windows took a bit out of her. She said she'll talk with you for Tea on Monday?" She nodded and the two of you walked to the living room where the back windows, just like your grandma's, was blown out. Since the houses were all sort of planned on a grid, meaning they shared the same overall design and layout, she managed to get the same windows. "Think we can get it done today, should take a few hours."

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A few hours later, as night fell, you and Janet, Mrs. Roberts (you reminded yourself, only to have her smack it out of your mouth), had managed to get the windows replaced and the curtains hung up. It was still rather muggy, being August after all, and despite the windows being open, the two of you were reduced to sweating. You had taken off your shirt and worked alongside the woman, who was likewise topless and just shrugged when you raised an eyebrow at her lack of top. "It's my home and I was hot."

"Care for a beer?" she called from the kitchen as you cleaned up the work area.

"Sure, I'll take one."

She came back and offered you the bottle before she cracked open her hard lemonade and took a swig. "Damn, I didn't realize it was that late. Think this should be enough for now?"

You took a swig as well and wiped your mouth, all the while noticing that she was watching your chest and muscles move along with you (she had been watching and, to an extent LEEERING, all evening). Moesha, in the shower, similarly told you that Janet was one of the women in the neighborhood that often watched over the kids but never had any of her own, never finding the right man to settle down with or have kids. She wasn't picky by any standard of the word but just could never get that right guy. She had poured her attention and energies to the neighborhood kids and you, as one of the few boys in the area, had been one of her favorites.

"I'll stop by later on to help with the trim and finishing touches, should be enough for now." You nodded and glanced at Janet, who wiped her forehead and stretched her arm. "A bit tight?"

"Sort of, not used to doing this type of labor."

You nodded as she turned her back to you and after setting the beer bottle down, slowly walked up behind her and started to massage her shoulder. Janet's momentary tension immediately fell away and she relaxed her body into yours. "Better?"

"Oh sugar, your hands are great...bet you help all the girls, huh?"

You detected a hint of jealousy in her remark and you were glad she had her back to you and her eyes closed as she didn't see you undo your pants and let it pool at your feet, only boxers remaining to cover your cock being to become hard. She was wearing an older pair of yoga pants and the stretchy nature of it as she wore it only emphasized her ass to you. Say what you would about black women but their asses...damn...

You continued to massage her shoulders before you slowly worked your way down her back, your hands working off your knowledge of massage to work out kinks in her back muscles, all the while Janet moaned softly as you worked your hands and fingers down until you nodded and slowly brought your hands out in front of her and cupped her breasts with them. Their weight and heft felt good in your hands and you used your fingers to massage and tweak her nipples. Janet leaned against you and brought a hand up to rest behind your head. "Baby...don't play with me..."

You bent your head down until you were next to her ear. "I'm not playing..." you responded, taking one of her hands and placing it on your cock. As she felt it and wrapped around the shaft, you turned her head to face yours. "I want you too, Janet..." you said softly, noticing the look of longing in her eyes, before you closed the distance and kissed her deeply.