Saturday Job

Tommy was 15 and had a Saturday job helping Mrs Appleby with her house and garden. He’d answered an add at the grocery store in town and two or three times a month he’d go around to her big old house and help with the heavy stuff.

Mrs Appleby was in her thirties and quite trim. There was no Mr Appleby about but there were pictures of him in military uniform all around the house. Tommy didn’t know if he was dead or alive, Mrs Appleby never spoke of him.

One Saturday Tommy went around and Mrs Appleby took an age to answer the door which was unusual. When she did answer the door Mrs Appleby was still in her gown and she didn’t look too good. If it hadn’t been 9am Tommy would have sworn she had been drinking.

“Hi Tom, come on in.”

Tommy followed her into the kitchen. He’d seen her in Shorts and a tee-shirt before but never in her robe. He’d add this image to his masturbation routine.

“I’m not feeling too great today so I won’t be gardening. Can you make a start on that pear tree, it’s diseased and it needs taking out completely. Cut all the branches off, just leave 6ft of trunk there so we can loosen it.”

As she spoke Tommy tried to get a peek inside her robe but it was pulled too tight. He could tell she had no bra on which gave him a massive hard-on.

“Come and make yourself a drink when you want, I’m going to be in my room. But hey”, she laughed leaving the kitchen “When I say make yourself a drink I don’t mean make yourself a bourbon. Don’t want to get in trouble with your mother.” And with that Mrs Appleby disappeared into her room.

That was strange Tommy thought.