I put on a tight and short black t-shirt that had “SEXY” written in rhinestones and a pair of shorts that covered my red ass and went downstairs to clean up. I took the sandwich from the countertop and opened a Heinie and went to the backyard to eat.

I sat down on my patio chair and “OWWW!” I bolted right back up again. My ass was so sore from Rick's spanking that I ate standing up. In fact, I did everything for the rest of the afternoon standing up.

Mr. San Romano came over while I was in the backyard. He was holding two very nice looking cantaloupes.

“Jane, I gotta some nice a melons for you. Growed them maself.” He said.

“Oh you sweet man.” I replied and went to the kitchen to get a knife.

I cut one up and we ate it. It was so sweet. The succulent juices exploded in my mouth.

“So sweet and a juicy, justa like you.” The sweet old man said.

I blushed. “Thank you Mr. F. You are so kind.”

Mr. F came towards me and put his hands up my shirt and gave my breasts a little squeeze with his weather worn hands then rolled my nipples between his thick calloused fingers. Oooooh! I thought not even moving.

“Nice. Ripe, jes lika my melons.” He said as he withdrew his hands. “If I was forty years younger.” He said forlornly with a wishful smile.

“Mr. F, you can come over here and see if my melons are ripe anytime you dear man.” I said.

“You jes a teasing me.” He said and we laughed. I wasn’t.

With that, he left.

I cut up Mr. San Romano’s tomatoes and hauled the barbeque out of the shed. I dumped all the tomatoes into the pot, turned on the burner and added spices. As the pot of sauce stewed, I gardened and washed my cars.

I had finished washing the Mustang and was starting on my silver Lexus SUV when Erin drove up. She was followed with a young kid in a red Pontiac GTO.

“Hi Jane, whassup?” Erin yelled from her driveway.

She came over and the boy with her slowly made his way over as well.

“This is my boy Don. I don’t think you’ve met.” Erin said introducing us.

He was nothing like his parents. He was about 5-7 120 pounds. His hair was brown and all tousled, as if he had just woke up. And he had a thick pair of glasses that hung from his nose.

“Hi Don. How are you?” I said. “ You can call me Jane.”

“Hey.” Was all I got. This kid was more intent at looking at my painted toes than anything else. Every man that I’ve met in my life have stared endlessly at my breasts. No exceptions. Don was different. Real different. Could he be the ‘someone’ that appeared in the windows when I masturbated?

“Gotta go.” He mumbled and shuffled off.

“Got a smoke for me?” Erin asked.

I fished in my shorts and got my pack out. “Let’s go in the back.”

I grabbed some beers and we sat and chatted. I gently eased my tender ass into the chair.

“I’m a little worried ‘bout Don.” Erin started. “He’s just not interested in anything, just his damned computer.”

She sighed and continued. “No girls or nothing.”

“Maybe a phase he’s going through.” I offered.

“I dunno.” She replied. “I’m worried.”

“Oh it’s nothing. I mean we all went through it. He’s just growing.” I said not trying to be a psychologist. “I wish he had a girl. Someone to fill his life. Someone to confide in. You know, some to feel passionate about.” She said looking at me, or to be more exact, looking at my breasts.

“I don’t think he’s even been laid before.” Erin said.

Startled, I said, “Erin! He’s your boy. How can you say things like that?!”

“Well it’s true. I wish he would just get goddamned laid. Something other than his computer.” She pulled hard on her cigarette and stubbed it out.

“Bring him over for dinner, why don’t you all come over? I have a big pot of veggie sauce and pasta cooking up.” I asked.

“I’ll ask Don, but Duncan’s in Phoenix.” Erin got up and went to her house.

I cut some veggies and dumped them into the steaming pot of sauce. The aroma was delicious. I cooked a pot of pasta and went back into the yard.

Erin returned and gave me two cartons of Export “A’s”. “Dunc got these at the duty free. Thought you might like ‘em.”

“Thanks. ” I said and put them down. “Where’s Don?”

“Not coming over, he’s on his damned computer again.” Erin replied.

Erin searched the back pocket of her tight white shorts and took out a joint. She lit it and passed it to me. I inhaled deeply and the sweet acrid hash smoke filled my lungs. I passed the reefer back to her and stirred the pot.

“Too bad, the sauce looks very good and it’s ready.” I said as I went back into the house and return with plates, glasses cutlery and a bottle of Point Pelee 2000.

We finished the joint and I served dinner. We clicked glasses and I stared intently into her beautiful green eyes. My God was she beautiful.

“Mmmmmmmm. This sauce is just grand.” Erin said as she licked her lips

“Tomatoes from the Fantini’s backyard.” I replied.

“Yeah, that lech has a wonderful garden. Grows almost everything back there.” Erin said.

“Lech? What do you mean lech?” I quizzed her.

“Has he propositioned you yet? Made any sexual remarks?” Erin asked.

“He squeezed my boobies today.” I answered.

We giggled, “See what I mean? He's felt me up too.” She said as she filled our glasses with more wine.

“Back to Don. What am I going to do with him? He’s so withdrawn. I just want to get him laid, but being his mother, I am quite helpless. Really, just a date would do.” She said as she sipped her wine.

She looked at me sadly. “Maybe you can help him?”

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, you’re single. Maybe you can help Don out.” She persisted.

“”WHAT?!” I was at a loss for words. Erin wanted me to do what? Oh, I understood. “You want me to find a nice girl for him. Right?”

“Now where would you find a girl his age for him?” She asked.

“I dunno.” I thought out loud. I didn’t know any nineteen-year-old girls.

“Why don’t YOU do it then.” Erin said looking directly at me.

“Oh no, oh no. Can’t do that. WILL NOT do that. He’s your son for crying out loud.” I was backing up. There was no way I was going to do that. What, be a present for my next door neighbor’s maladjusted son? Never.

“Pleeeease.” Erin gave me this doe-eyed look.

“Never in a million years.” I stood firm.

“Pretty please.” She begged. Her hands were clenched and at her chest as if praying for me to say yes.

“”No no no no no no.” And that was my final answer.

Erin crawled over to me and pleaded. “Pleeeeeaaaasse?”

Her head rested on my lap as she looked up at me pleading. Maybe it was the hash, maybe it was the beer and wine, but Erin was looking mighty tempting in this position. Maybe she was reading my thoughts, maybe she was lonely, but all I felt was her tenderly stroking my thighs…

I spread my legs for Erin and she licked my inner thigh. A small gasp escaped from my lips as she worked her silky tongue down my thigh to knee and up again. Deftly, Erin helped me out of my shorts and panties. I spread my lips for her with my fingers and she dove into my pussy.

A small “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” came from my lips as I felt her tongue lick my slit. My hands went to my breasts and I cupped them through the fabric of my short black t-shirt, which I slowly lifted over my titties.

I was getting so hot and wet as Erin’s tongue circled my hard bud and licked at my moist hole. I pulled her head into me and moaned loudly as my orgasms neared. Erin’s magical tongue was relentless and I released a yelp as torrents of orgasmic sensations wracked at my core.

“Yesss!!! I’m cummmmmmmmmmmming!!!” I screamed as I came in Erin’s mouth, flooding her with my juices. “Yes... cum Jane cum.” Erin coaxed me in between licks.

“Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh Mmmmmmmyyyyyy Goddddddddd!” I shrieked as my orgasm hit its crescendo. My legs wrapped around Erin, pulling her into me as she thrashed against my clit with her tongue.

At long last, she came up and we kissed, swapping my love juices as our tongues danced in our mouths. Her fingers pulled and twisted at my nipples and I cupped her breasts.

“Will you do it?” She asked a little out of breath.

“W-w-w-what?” I asked, still shaking from my earth shaking orgasm.

“Help me out with Don.” She said as she popped my nipple in her mouth.

How could I say no?