Best Summer of My Life Pt. 01

This story is not like most of my recent stories, with romantic feelings involved. This is more pure smut lol. I have to have an outlet for my more perverse ideas. I hope most of my loyal fans will give it a read, as well as some new readers. Enjoy!

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My name is Francis "Frank" H. Ryan, I'm a happily married man with three sons. I'm forty-six now and I own my own landscaping business, which I bought outright from my father twelve years ago. The business had six trucks back then, working all around Nassau County on Long Island, New York. Now I have eleven trucks and we also work in Suffolk County, the western part, which is adjacent to Nassau. Each truck has a crew of from one to four men and women, depending on the size of the houses they service, plus a couple of office staff including my wife Marie, who keeps the books. We have a few mechanics keeping the trucks on the road and maintaining all the equipment. Marie and I are the definition of a small business success story. But that's not what this story is about.

I worked for my father since I was fifteen and he still serviced some of the clients himself. I would go out with him to a few houses a day and I learned the business from the ground up, which, in my opinion, is the best way. I worked for him on Saturdays during the school year and I worked during the week all summer long. When I went to college to study business and landscape architecture, I kept that schedule, including full time during the summer. As a result of all that physical work, I developed into a hard bodied young man, solid all over with well-defined muscles. Add to that my natural dirty blond hair and strong nose and chin, a nice tan from working in the sun, and I was very popular with girls when I started dating in high school. I lost my virginity in my mid-teens and had a few serious girlfriends, and some not so serious girls, over the years. I had a lot of sex, a lot of really hot sex during that time. But nothing was like the summer after my junior year at college, when I was twenty-one. That summer I learned the pleasures of older women.

That summer, 25 years ago now, I worked on my own for the first time. My dad gave me the responsibility of working on some of the smaller houses that didn't need a full crew. It was just mowing lawns, trimming hedges and raking leaves. Nothing I couldn't handle on my own. It was hard work, especially in the heat of the summer sun, and I always had a cooler of bottles of water and a few sports drinks to keep my electrolytes balanced. But no matter the drinks, any man or woman will sweat away a lot of fluids over the course of a hot day of physical labor. I easily lost a few pounds of water weight every day when the temperature was over 90 degrees, and I didn't have much in the way of excess weight to begin with. Within a couple of hours, my body and clothes were soaked and sticky. By the end of my day, around 4PM, my clothes were saturated, and I desperately needed a shower. A LONG hot shower.

That was the situation at my second, and last, stop of the day on a Tuesday in June, a particularly hot Tuesday. I was guzzling water and Gatorade frequently as I did the front lawn of Mrs. Pamela Cohen, when she pulled into her driveway from doing some food shopping. I knew her for years from her being a long-time client of my fathers', and I also knew her daughter Debra and son Michael, slightly through some mutual friends. They were twins, about a year younger than I was.

I'd been servicing her home for two years, always as a part of a two-man crew, but since I was now capable of doing these smaller jobs on my own, I had been working on her lawn on my own since the end of May. Pam Cohen was a very attractive divorcee, petite with shoulder length auburn hair and a killer body. She was a skilled real estate agent and dressed the part, very professional, suits with skirts, heels with hosiery. She was sexy as hell, and my cock stirred just seeing her bend over into her trunk to get her groceries. She had a great ass. It was almost as if she was showing off to me.

As she turned to walk up to her house, her arms full of groceries, she semi-waved to me and called out "Hey Frank! How's things today?" She was very fashionable in a white silk top that clung to the shape of her breasts and her snug, short, hounds-tooth skirt and smooth black hose and three-inch spike heels.

I waved back as I got out my hedge clippers. "Hey, Mrs. Cohen! Aside from it being hot out here, everything is fine! Monica says hello." Monica was my stepmom, whom my dad married five years previously after my parents divorced. Pam and Monica were kind of friendly from belonging to a local tennis club.

"Say hi back!" She disappeared into her house, and I had to get my head back into my work. Being distracted with hedge clippers could be very dangerous. Guys loose fingers when they don't pay attention.

About 20 minutes later, Mrs. Cohen came out, still dressed for work, with a tall glass of iced tea. "I kind of feel bad, having you work in this brutal heat. Take a few minutes and have some tea, sweetie."

Though I had my own drinks, I appreciated her bringing out the tea. It was a kind gesture, something few of the other customers on my route did. Besides, being up close to this sexy older woman was a high point of my day. I wasn't seeing anyone in particular at that point, and thinking about Pam Cohen would be excellent jerk-off material for later that night.

"Thanks, Mrs. Cohen. This really hits the spot. You'd be amazed how few clients offer a cold drink, even in this weather."

"Frank, I've told you before, please call me Pam."

"Sorry, force of habit...Mrs. Cohen." I smiled before I polished off the iced tea, being a little playful. Besides, on a job, my father insisted on calling clients by their family names.

"You're so bad!" she responded, playfully swatting my arm. As she walked away, she said "If you need to use my bathroom, just knock on the door. You're more than welcome, Frank."

That was also something that was frowned upon. We weren't supposed to use the homeowners' facilities when we worked. We were supposed to bring a device like police used on a stakeout so we could discreetly sit in the truck and urinate, but that time of year, I sweated so much I rarely had to pee before I got home.

I worked until 4, put my equipment in my truck, and knocked on the door to let Pam know I was done and needed her to sign the receipt for the finished work. It wasn't required; the clients weren't always home when we finished our jobs. But this gave me another excuse to get a look at Mrs. Cohen. I couldn't wait to get home, jump into a long hot shower and then relax in the nice, cool central A/C for a while before dinner. Then I'd meet some friends to do whatever.

Pam came to the door, still in her blouse and skirt, but her hosiery looked different. I could swear she wore a solid nylon when she came home, but now it looked like she had on fine hole fishnet stockings. I must have been wrong; why would she have changed her stockings but left on her business attire? In fact, I was surprised she didn't change into more casual clothing in the past two hours.

She signed my workbook, and then asked "Frank, could you help me with something? I have a chafing dish in the kitchen, but I can't quite reach it even with my stepstool. If you could be a dear?"

I looked at her a little carefully. Her eyes were locked onto mine, and I thought I saw some degree of interest there. I had to be wrong. I was young enough to be her son. Besides, I was covered in sweat and must have stunk like a goat.

"Are you sure you want me to come into your house, Mrs. Cohen? I'm covered in sweat and I don't think I smell all that pleasant."

"Frank, don't worry about that. Besides, I need that dish; I'm having some company over this weekend, and I have to have it for serving. You can use the stepstool to reach it easily. It won't take but a minute."

"All right, Mrs. Cohen. If you don't mind, I don't mind." I entered the house, nice and cool, and I heard the door close behind me, then the loud click of her spike heels on her natural wood floors as she passed me and led me into the kitchen. Following her was a pleasure in itself as I watched her lovely ass under her slender hips move side to side as she walked in what had to be a deliberate manner in front of me.

"I keep telling you that you don't have to call me Mrs. Cohen, Frank. You can call me Pam, please, especially now that work is done for the day. Now, could you grab the stepstool from between the refrigerator and the counter?"

It was one of those folding type of small ladders, with two steps and a platform on top. I am 6'2", so I could touch the ceiling when I stood, on the top step, so reaching into the top cabinet, where I saw her chafing dish, was easy enough. I was about to grab it when I felt Pam standing right in front of me. Sensed is actually a better term because I didn't actually feel her there. But I sure as hell could sense her presence, just inches in front of me. And sensing her there was creating a physical response that made me feel a little embarrassed because that response was the growth to full tumescence of my 8-inch penis. My jeans were tight enough that it was obvious to Pam. It had to be.

"Ummm, Pam? You're a little close there. I can't grab the dish and hand it to you like this. Besides, I must smell terrible to you." I was trying to get out of this situation without making her uncomfortable, or more than she might already have been.

"Not at all, Frank. Actually, I love the way you smell. I love the strong scent of a man. A REAL man. It does something to me. Something wonderful...," she said, fading off a bit into a kind of trance. And then, instead of backing off and giving me room to get the dish and hand it to her, Pam pushed her face against my jeans and inhaled deeply, getting a full blast of my heavy scent and sweat as well as the earthy odor of fresh cut grass. "Oh God, I love this! I'm going to open your pants, Frank. If you don't mind."

Her eyes were closed, and she was lost in herself. There was no chance of me resisting her. I was pulsing hard and even in the cool of the air-conditioned kitchen, I was perspiring again. She wanted me, and I wanted her just as badly. "I don't mind at all, Pam. Should I get down from here?"

"No! Stand right there!" I was at just the right height for her; her head came even with my crotch. "And call me Mrs. Cohen!"

I gulped hard. "Yes, Mrs. Cohen" I managed to reply as I felt her delicate fingers manipulate first the button at my waist, and then I felt her slowly open the five buttons at my fly. As my cotton briefs were exposed, even I could smell the stronger air of my scent, so strong from the long day of hard work in the sweltering heat.

"Oh my God" she moaned as her hand rubbed all along the thick girth of my rock-hard dick. "I'm so damned hot for you, Frank! I have to taste you now!" She tugged my jeans down a little, just enough so she could also pull down my white, damp briefs, and my cock practically leapt at her. "You smell like a man, Baby. Like my husband never did." With that, her lips covered the head of my cock and her fingers dug firmly into the firm cheeks of my ass.

"Fuck me" I grunted as her lips and tongue did a full exploration of my cock, feeling and tracing every contour of the head and every vein along the shaft. I could have cum right then; I was that aroused, and the urge was even stronger when I looked down and saw Pam moving her head back and forth, pleasuring me.

She quickly popped me out of her mouth. "Soon enough, you sexy, gorgeous man." Then she was sucking me again, more aggressively, bobbing back and forth quickly, pushing her head all the way and holding still with her nose in my pubic hair, which was slightly matted with my natural dampness. She sucked me greedily, as if my 'treat' would be taken away from her if she stopped.

My ass cheeks kept clenching, making my dick twitch in Pam's mouth, which just excited her even more. I was sticky, damp from sweat, and God knows what I smelled like. It all excited her in a way I'd never seen a woman behave before. I held onto the cabinets for dear life. Without them there, I have no doubt I would have taken a hell of a tumble and cracked my head open.

After about five minutes or so of this amazing blowjob, the best of my young life, Pam said "You have to fuck me now, Baby. Right here in the kitchen- this time! Climb down off that thing!" She extended her hand to give me a little more stability as I eased down the three steps, the chafing dish forgotten. She grabbed me and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and explored my tongue and cheeks and everywhere she could. While we were in that kiss, my hands, rough and calloused, traveled all over her body without any tenderness at all, and Pam loved it. She loved feeling manhandled; she had a need to be dominated by a strong man, a man's man. It was the same thing inside her that drove her lust for a man who smelled like one. She didn't want a man who worked in an office, not for her sexual partner. I innately understood what she wanted, even if I didn't understand the reasons behind it. It didn't matter; I was wanting her as much as she wanted me.

While we were locked in that animal kiss, we struggled to get my damp t-shirt off and then I was clumsily unbuttoning her white silk blouse. When it took longer than she wanted, Pam pulled her blouse apart roughly, sending the last few bottom buttons flying in the kitchen. Her medium tits were snug in a white satin bra, almost spilling out the lace trim. But instead of taking off her form-hugging skirt, she pushed me, so I was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs with my pants and briefs around my ankles, then she pulled up the skirt, showing me her garter belt attached to her stockings with a tiny pair of satin black panties that had a V-front, showing off her flat tummy.

"Fuck me" I gasped without thinking about it.

"That's the plan, Baby. I'm going to ride you so fucking hard" Pam said in a dreamy voice.

"Be my guest, Pam" I said as I spread my legs a little wider, getting comfortable.

"Mrs. Cohen, Frank. When we do this. Or you could call me Mom or Mommy." I saw her flush when she said that. That was her secret, deepest fantasy.

"Let's start with Mrs. Cohen and see from there." I had my hands all over her body, warm, with a very light sheen of perspiration, nothing like the slippery sweat that coated my body from hairline to my toes.

I gripped her by her hips and moved her over my prick, and Pam rubbed the head all over her now swollen lips. Her fluids were flowing, mixing in the air with my body odor, both full of pheromones that were building up the tensions.

"You smell amazing, you big stud. Now it's time to fuck me, and you'd better pound me hard. Just feeling you and smelling you has me hot as a bomb. I wonder what kissing you will do to me...." then she forced her tongue into my mouth as she thrust down hard onto my pulsing cock. She was so slick that by just pulling her panties to the side, I slid right into her steaming hot snatch.

"Goddam, Mrs. Cohen, you're tight as a drum" I groaned as her inner muscles clamped down hard all around my dick. I roughly grabbed her hips and ass and moved her all around, so she was grinding on my lap with my cock jammed inside her pussy like a sword in a scabbard.

"And you have such a wonderfully hard cock. You've got me turned on like I haven't felt in years!" Our faces were just inches apart, her fingers were moving forcefully through the thick hair in the back of my head. We were both gasping and grunting, and Pam kissed me hard as her legs started pushing her body up and down. I buried my face between her round medium tits, licking her cleavage and then all around her tits, including under them, where her own sweat gathered. In addition to her own natural scent, there was a soft hint of the perfume she must have applied that morning. It was a thrilling mixture.

I was kissing her back thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, almost as deep as my cock was in her pussy. I was lifting my hips as much as I could, and the wooden legs of the chair were loudly clacking on the wood laminated floor. Mrs. Cohen clearly didn't care if we were scuffing up her floor; she was too far gone in lust to give a damn. And I was having the wildest fuck of my life. She was nothing like the girls my own age whom I had been with before. She had a confidence and craving no twenty-year-old could come close to showing.

She was scratching my shoulders and back with her sharp, freshly manicured nails, and I didn't give a damn whether she was leaving marks or not. I gripped her ass cheeks firmly with my rough hands and I sucked her nipples as if I was famished. Mrs. Cohen grunted with each thrust, periodically grinding her clit on the base of my dick, which was hot and throbbing inside her pussy.

"Bite my nipples, Frank! Make me scream!" I went at her nipples hard, biting down on the rubbery points, and scream she did as she came all over my already damp lap. She fucked me even harder and jammed her tongue back in my mouth as my dick started to thicken in her slippery snatch.

"I'm going to cum, Mrs. Cohen!" I cried out and she hopped off me and was on her knees, engulfing me with her mouth, greedily swallowing my gushing stream of semen, swallowing every drop like it was the most natural thing for her to do. My cock stayed between her lips as she milked me dry, not wasting a single drop. Her tongue kept licking the head as I slowly deflated, sending additional chills all through me. I felt like a wet noodle when she finally let me go.

"Oh my God, Mrs. Cohen. That was amazing, really the best I've ever had."

"Now it's Pam again, Frank" she said in a teasing manner as I helped her up from the hard floor. "God, that's murder on my knees! But so worth it. You are a great lay, regardless of your age." She sat on my lap and I held her as we both came back to Earth. "As you can tell, I like a man who is very masculine. Besides your being a handsome devil," she said with an impish smile, "there is just something about the way you looked, all covered in sweat, plus the way you smell that just drove me over the top. When I brought you the iced tea, I got a good whiff of your body, and it was like I just couldn't contain myself. I changed my pantyhose to the stockings, and I knew I had to seduce you. I just had to, Baby. And I want to again, when you're here next week. Next time in my bed, and I'd love it if you could call me Mom or Mommy."

I thought things over for a moment or two. "I have no problem doing this again, in your bed if you want, or anywhere else in your house. I'm actually single this summer, so it's not like I'm cheating on someone" I said with my own smile. "As to calling you Mom etc., that I have to think about. I think it could be fun, but I'm just not sure. And now, I'm sorry, but I really have to go. As it is, I'm going to be a half hour late getting the truck back. My dad will have a fit if I'm beyond a little late."

"Sure, go ahead, Frank. I get it. Next Tuesday then. Maybe you could even return your truck, so not to make any of my own neighbors suspicious. Then you could come back and we can make an evening of it. Just don't shower before you come back!" She got up, then I did, and she gave me a playful spank before I could pull up my pants. I used her bathroom quickly (by then I DID have to pee, like a racehorse), and I hurried back to the yard before my father called out a search party for me (j/k). I already couldn't wait for the following Tuesday.

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The following Tuesday passed slowly. It wasn't as hot as the previous week, but during the summer, unless it's raining, almost any day is hot enough to make me schvitz (Yiddish for heavily perspire). So, by the time Pam got home that day, I was soaked through again and, after signing my book, she whispered in my ear to hurry and return the truck and to get back to her house as quick as I could. And NO shower! I had a change of clothes in my car, and I told my dad I was showering at the gym so I could meet a date after work. He didn't question it (why would he?) so I headed back to Pam's right away, still unsure about how I would play it when she wanted to be called Mom. I figured it would be a last-minute decision.