Sunday

Sunday I was feeling morose. I had to get out of the house to avoid my step-mom, who would yell at me about "stealing the inheritance" at the drop of a hat, despite the fact that I had nothing to do with it. My dad followed me out the front door. "I'm sorry about that," he said. "I've tried to tell her, but she's dead set on taking the money."

"I don't even know why George would leave it to me," I said.

"Me neither," confessed dad.

I walked off and wandered around the neighborhood for a while. I wished I had a friend.

Finally I was feeling low enough that I thought I'd see what Amanda was up to -- not to get a blowjob, but just because the Andersons were the only people I felt I could trust.

I let myself in the porch door as usual. Mr Anderson was out front, working on the yard, and Mrs Anderson was in the kitchen, making lasagna. She looked up as I walked in. "Oh hi Jason! Here for a blowjob?" she asked brightly, with a big smile on her face. She started to wipe her hands.

"No, no, not right now Amanda," I replied. I told her the whole story as she worked.

"How bizarre!" she said as I talked. And "weird!" And "your step-mom's a bitch!" She put the lasagna in the oven and then gave me a big hug. "You came to the right place, Jason. I'm sorry about all that, but you'll get through it. Now... are you sure about the blowjob?"

"Amanda..." I started. "Amanda, I have something to confess. I haven't been here for a while because of something else weird in my life. And, I feel pretty guilty about it." Those talks with Brenda were sure paying off. "I've been getting blowjobs from the teachers at school," I admitted. "And that's why I haven't been coming to see you. I'm sorry."

Amanda stared at me for a second, and then laughed. "Oh honey! Who do you think told Sarah about you?"

I was surprised and it showed. She laughed again. "Sarah and I are old friends! Of course you're getting head from her, I told her to do it! And there's nothing to feel guilty about -- I told you, you come by anytime you need to get off. I'm not your girlfriend, Jason. I have Steven" -- her husband -- "for my emotional needs. You should just treat me like a sex toy." She said all this with a big smile, looking directly at me.

Just then the front door opened and Steven Anderson walked in. "Just the man I wanted to see!" he said. He came over, clapped me on the back, and shook my hand. "Jason!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "I just wanted to say, Amanda's sessions with you have really turned our sex life around... she's so horny after seeing you, I've been thinking I should get you to come over every day!"

I was floored by this. I was pretty sure he knew about our setup, but had no idea that he'd be so... casual about it. Or that our sessions had any effect whatsoever on Amanda.

Amanda interjected, "Steve, sweetie -- I was just about to give the boy some head. I don't want you to make him nervous, so how about going back in the yard, ok?"

Steven just kept smiling and standing there. "Sure, sure," he said. "But I had an idea for you, Jason," he continued. He walked to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of beer, and opened it. "You've got to try it -- a beer and a blowjob! It doesn't get better than this!"

"Mr Anderson, I'm only 18," I said.

"I know, I know, but it's ok. Silly that they make you wait until 21. Go on," he said.

Amanda just rolled her eyes and made sweeping motions with her hands to shoo him from the room.

She turned back to me. "Why don't you sit down, relax, and let me suck you off? We'll turn this day around!"

She took my hand and led me to the couch. I sat heavily and took a sip of the beer while Amanda knelt between my legs and pulled down my sweatpants. My erect cock sprung toward her face. "Going commando?" she asked, then leaned forward and started sucking. I took another sip of beer. Steven was right, this really was a great combo. I could hear him in the garage, puttering about with something, while his wife bobbed up and down on my cock, her beautiful lips wrapped around it, and her hair bouncing as she worked.

After a few minutes she paused for a second to say, "Tell me about the others. Are they good cocksuckers?" Then she dove back down on my cock again.

"Sarah isn't very good," I said. "But I like cumming on her face. Rachel is enthusiastic. And Sherry loves to lick and suck my cock and balls for a long time. And Brenda... she's really good!" I enthused.

Then I said, "Is it true that Steven has never cum on your face?"

She pulled off and started jerking my cock with her right hand. "That's right," she said. "You're the first and only. Do you want to cum on my slut face right now?"

"God," I moaned. "I can't decide. I love that, but I also love seeing you eat it."

Still jerking, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of my dick. "Why not both?" she asked. "First cum on my face, then I'll eat it. I'll eat it any way you like, Jason."

"Oh god!" That was enough for me, and I started shooting rope after rope of cum. Amanda aimed my cock right at her face and my cum covered her forehead and cheeks. She walked over the to kitchen, took a selfie, and then came back with a spoon.

"Watch closely," she said. Then she held up her phone so she could see herself in the camera, slowly scraped cum off her face with the spoon, and then deposited it in her mouth. After each spoonful she would swallow and then start again.

Watching her got my cock hard again, but I didn't want more action right then, so I pulled up my pants.

"All done!" she said. "I do love eating your cum, Jason," she said frankly. "You can drop a load in my mouth, or anywhere, any time."

"Amanda, I was wondering..."

"Yes?" she asked.

"I was wondering if you'd let Steven cum in your face too."

She thought for a second. "Well, I guess so, if you want."

I finished my beer. "How about giving him a beer and a blowjob right now? I think he deserves it," I said. Then I went back home. She really did turn the day around.