Barb The MILF Part 2
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Arriving at home exhausted, dirty, and sick with worry about what Barb would tell my parents, I managed to take a shower and collapse in my bed, quickly falling asleep.
I awoke with a start as my mother called out to me from downstairs. With a knot in my stomach, I made my way to the top of the stairs.
"I stopped to pick you up, but you weren't at the bus stop. What happened?" she asked, concerned.
"I started feeling sick at school, so my buddy Ben gave me a lift home. I didn't want to bother you or Dad," I said as weakly as I could manage.
"Well, get some rest and let me know if you need anything," she said with motherly concern.
"Ok, Mom, I will," I said and went back to my room. I felt sick, but from worry about when Barb would tell my parents what a dirty pervert I am. The only thing I could do was wait for the hammer to fall. And I waited.
I managed to fake illness Thursday and Friday, primarily confined to my room, avoiding my parents and my sister Amber.
My stomach was in knots, and I couldn't eat much. I spent my days reading and watching movies as a distraction, trying to avoid thinking about Barb and my pending execution.
Saturday came around, and still no freak-out from the parents, and I started becoming hopeful that my world wasn't coming to an end.
On Sunday, I started feeling that maybe Barb took pity on me and wasn't going to destroy me. At around 10 am, Mom called me down from my room.
"How are you feeling, good enough to do some yard work?" she asked
Feeling cooped up and ready to drop the act, I was prepared to get back to normal activities.
"Sure, Mom," I answered.
"Good, be ready in thirty minutes. I'll be taking you over to Barb's place. She asked that you give her a hand with her yard work and some repairs around the house."
My jaw hit the floor as my stomach flipped and tumbled!
“Barb’s house?” I stammered
"Yes, now get moving because I've got errands to run after I drop you off," she said as she walked away.
"Oh, and pack an overnight bag and your school stuff. Barb says you can stay there tonight and catch the bus in the morning."
I stood there frozen to the floor, mind racing. Fuck me! What game is Barb playing with me?
Zombielike, I stumbled down the hall again, sick to my stomach with worry and panic. Grabbing my bag, I packed clothes for school and a t-shirt and boxers to sleep in after my "chores."
One hour later, I reluctantly stood on the sidewalk looking at Barb's trailer. Mustering up my courage, I hiked my bag up and walked up the path and the stairs to her front screen door. The door was open, and I could hear classic rock on the radio.
I knocked on the screen, and from somewhere inside came a "come in" response.
I entered, and as my eyes adjusted, I saw Barb sitting at the kitchen table drinking Budweiser in a can. She looked stunning, wearing her sundress, her ample cleavage prominent. She sat cross-legged with her thick but firm legs crossed and looked at me with a mix of mockery and contempt.
"Put your stuff in the corner, then come here," she ordered. And I did.
I stood in front of her, fidgeting and breaking out in a light sweat, waiting for whatever wrath she had in store for me.
For a few moments, she just stared at me while tapping a large manila envelope. I was nervous as hell, and I'm sure it showed.
"You’re working for me today, and if you think even for one second about not cooperating...” she said as she opened the envelope and let the contents spill out onto the tabletop.
To my horror, they were 8 x 10 glossy color photos of me lying on Barb’s bed, legs spread, stroking my cock while sucking on her dildo. There must have been ten to fifteen pictures! I nearly passed out with renewed embarrassment!
“These pictures were so perverted that I couldn’t even take them to a regular photoshop, you fucking pervert,” she said coolly. “I had to ask a friend to develop them, and do you know what that cost me?” she asked.
“No,” I answered, ashamed and embarrassed.
“I'll only say that it was too much, so she kept a few for her personal use," she replied, not elaborating on who "she" was.
"Now, do you have boxer shorts on?" she asked.
"Y-Y-Yes," I stammered, confused by the question.
"Good, because if you didn't, you'd be doing yard work with a towel to cover your cock. Now, strip down to your underwear, t-shirt, and shoes. That's all you'll be allowed to wear while you’re doing chores for me, understand?” she asked as she shuffled the pictures in front of her.
"Yes," was my weak reply.
"Yes, what?" she asked menacingly.
Confused but quickly realizing what she wanted, I responded with, "Yes, Ma'am."
“Good, now strip down and go fire up the mower, then weed eat, rake the yard, sweep the driveway, then wash my car,” she instructed.
Feeling very vulnerable and embarrassed, I stripped down as instructed and went outside to start my list of chores. It was warm, and I quickly worked up a sweat. The whole thing was so damned weird! Here I was, doing yard work in my boxers and t-shirt! It was embarrassing but kind of arousing at the same time. I found my cock wanting to swell and willed it with all my might not to. I tried to think of everything I could have to divert my attention!
Then, about thirty minutes into my work, Barb came out onto the porch and bent over the table as she set down a pitcher of what I guess was margaritas, two glasses, then sat in her lounger under the umbrella. I tried to avert my eyes, but her ass was just too beautiful not to look. My cock jumped, and I quickly adjusted as my mind raced to think about anything that would keep me from getting hard.
Barb settled into her chair, adjusted her sundress, and took a long drink of her margarita before turning her attention to a magazine. She wore dark, large sunglasses, so it was difficult to tell where her eyes were looking, so I continued to work.
After finishing up the mowing, I returned the mower to the shed, grabbed the weed eater, and went back to work. While I trimmed the trailer's edges, I noticed Barb's neighbor Kim walk over and join her on the deck. The weed eater was too noisy to hear, but I could see them hug, and Barb poured Kim a margarita as they started talking and laughing. I wasn't sure if they laughed at me or in general, but I kept my head down and kept busy.
It was getting to be torturous with the addition of Kim! Kim was a forty-something divorcee friend of Barb's. She was tall and skinny with a nice ass and firm tits, smaller than Barb's but still lovely. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have more than a few jerk-off sessions about her over the last few months as well. Stop it, damnit! I screamed in my head. My cock was semi-hard, but I was starting to lose the battle!
Returning the weed eater to the shed, I could hear the women laughing and looking at me. Trying not to make eye contact, I moved quickly past and went to the shed to put it away and get the broom for the sidewalks.
Clearing the sidewalks took about ten minutes, then I had to walk past the women again. I noticed that the pitcher of margaritas was noticeably lower, and the women were deep into conversation.
I grabbed the hose, bucket, and cleaning supplies and ventured out to Barb's car. I realized that I was crazy thirsty and returned to the porch to ask Barb if I could get a glass of water.
"Drink from the hose, Pervert," was her sharp reply.
I immediately turned beet red and didn't know what to say, so I mumbled an "OK" and returned to my task as they laughed at my expense.
It confirmed that Barb had shared with Kim about the dreaded event. My stomach twisted, and I anxiously went back to work, my thirst tempered by embarrassment.
I was defiantly working hard, and it was hot, so I finally took a long drink from the hose and was startled when the ladies started hooting and clapping!
"Look at the pervert open his mouth wide for that hose, Kim!" I could hear Barb say out loud. It mortified me!
"He sure knows how to handle that long hose and doesn't mind his face splattered!" Kim said, laughing as well.
"Come here and bring that hose with you," Barb commanded.
Stressing over what these two were up to had my knees a bit shaky.
"It's hot today, and I don't want you to have a heat-related injury because you are far from done," she said.
"Put the hose over your head and hold it there for a bit," she ordered.
Seeing that she was severe, I held the hose over my head and let the cold water flow over my head, face, shoulders, back, and chest. It was heavenly!
I did it for a couple of minutes when Barb ordered, “Now, put the house in the front of your boxers.”
Not sure if I heard her correctly, I just stared at them both.
Picking up the manilla envelope and tapping it broke my stupor as she and Kim laughed. There I stood in her driveway, as I fed the hose down the front of my shorts, red with embarrassment and shocked by the cold water rushing down my cock and balls, then down my leg. I got immediate chills and developed goosebumps, but the good news was any semblance of erection went away with the cold water.
"OK, that should have cooled you down enough. Back to work with your chores," Barb ordered, like a field marshal. And so, it went on for the next couple of hours.
It was around 4 pm when I finished my task list. Putting the equipment away, I walked up the stairs to the porch. At this point, I was sweating but mostly dry from my hosing down.
Barb and Kim had talked and drunk margaritas the whole time I worked.
"Barb, is there anything else I need to do?" I asked meekly, interrupting their conversation.
Both stopped talking and turned to me.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Go to the kitchen closet, get two large plastic tubs, and grab the box of delicate detergent from under the sink. Fill both tubs with warm water and bring them out to the picnic table," she said as she pointed to the wooden table about three feet away.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, dejected. I had hoped I could take a shower and relax, but I guess that wasn't happening. Ten minutes later, I had the tubs filled and on the table.
"Now go to my room and get the laundry basket on the bed and bring it out here. You know where my bedroom is, don't you?" she asked mockingly.
Turning red for what must have been the hundredth time that day, I replied, "Yes, Ma'am," and started for her bedroom.
On her bed was the basket, and I immediately felt weak in my knees and nervous. It was full of her panties! "What the hell?" I mumbled to myself as I grabbed it and walked to the porch, lightheaded.
"Put it on the table, Pervert," she ordered, and I did, doing my best to stay neutral and not look at them. I felt blood rushing into my cock and prayed against getting hard.
“What are those?” she asked as she pointed to the basket.
"Underwear," I said quietly.
“I didn’t hear you, Pervert!” she replied sharply.
"Underwear," I responded louder this time.
"You mean panties. Say it," Barb responded.
"Panties," I repeated back, looking down and away, ashamed and embarrassed.
"Look at me when I talk to you, Pervert," Barb hissed.
Looking up, I saw them both laser-focused on me.
"Whose panties are they, Pervert?” Barb mocked.
“They are your panties, Barb," I answered. The more they both said the word "panty," the harder my cock became...and they knew it as I shifted to try and hide it, but my boxers made that problematic.
"Why are all my panties in that basket, Pervert?” she asked coolly.
Taking a deep breath, I answered, "I used them to masturbate with.”
Kim chimed in, “You mean you violated the sanctity of Barb’s room, took her panties, laid on her bed, and stroked your perverted hard cock until you came in her panties, is that about right, Pervert?" Kim asked, almost like a reporter.
"Look at the Pervert, Kim! Just talking about it has his prick fully engorged," said Barb. "Well, get to washing my dirty panties, Pervert. Make sure to pay special attention to the crotch and make sure you get all your sperm stains out too."
Moving over to the table, I grabbed the first pair on top, which happened to be the pair I was stroking with when Barb caught me. Pulling them out, I was shocked at how cum-crusted they were.
“I can tell you have fond memories of that pair, pervert jerk-boy,” Barb mocked.
She was right! My cock was now fully hard as fuck as I un-wadded the panties.
"Damn, Barb, he really emptied his balls, didn't he?" Kim commented.
As I put the panties in the detergent tub and started agitating the silky fabric together, Barb said, “He blew more sperm than I've ever seen in my life! He even got a glob on my dress!"
“No way! I bet you were pissed!” Kim responded.
“Oh, I was! Ask him how he cleaned it up,” Barb told Kim.
"Oh god," I moaned, trying not to look up.
“Well?” they both said in unison.
"I licked it up," I said, wanting to crawl under a rock and die.
“Truth in advertising, Pervert, tell us in detail how you cleaned up your cum,” Barb instructed as she winked at Kim.
"I licked my sperm off of your dress," I answered.
“Did you swallow it?” asked Kim eagerly.
“Of course he did. He's a fucking panty jerking pervert,” Barb quipped. “Just talking about it makes his cock stand out straight,” she added. “Careful, Pervert, you don’t want the whole neighborhood knowing what a pervert you are!”
I focused on the task at hand, scrubbing Barb's panties, focusing on the crotch and my dried sperm stains.
It took an hour, and I was painfully hard the whole time as Barb and Kim tormented me nonstop. After finishing and hanging the basket of cum-filled panties, I asked Barb if there was anything else that needed to be taken care of.
“Not now. Go shower and change into whatever you will be sleeping in, and Danny, don't you dare stroke that cock in the shower! Do you understand?" she said menacingly.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Repeat it," said Barb.
“I will take a shower and not stroke my cock or cum," I repeated, discouraged, tired, and embarrassed.
“Get to it then,” she ordered.
Letting the day wash off me in the shower felt great, but it was damn near impossible to wash my cock without wanting to jerk it off. I needed to cum so bad, but I knew how direct Barb was, so I quickly soaped and rinsed it off and tried to take my mind off the day and the crazy feeling of being turned on all day as well as being humiliated and embarrassed. The taboo nature of our relationship felt so wrong, but also very exciting.
I toweled off and put on clean boxers and a t-shirt, brushed my teeth, and padded down the hallway to see what Barb and Kim had in store for me. Barb and Kim sat next to each other on the couch, working their way through yet another pitcher of margaritas. They both looked gorgeous in their sundresses that revealed a good portion of their legs, which, I'm sure, was on purpose.
"Welcome back. Nice to see you washed off all that sweat and dirt," Barb commented.
“So, do you think he paid his dues for violating my privacy, jerking off in my panties, and for thinking he could get away with it?” Barb asked Kim.
"What do you think, Pervert?" Kim redirected at me. I could see Kim's nipples were hard and through the sheer fabric. They were large and puffy, causing blood to drain from my brain, straight to my cock. Quickly I looked away, only to see how high Barb's dress had slid up her legs. She had beautiful legs, creamy smooth skin, full but not fat, toned.
Barb's short laugh shocked me out of my stupor. "Look at that, Kim! This kid's cock is constantly hard!" she mocked, causing me to cover my hard cock with my hands.
"Nope," Barb immediately admonished. "Since you enjoy taking your clothes off in my bedroom so much, you can do it here. Strip," she ordered.
I immediately took off my t-shirt and dropped my boxers, watching my cock stick out obscenely.
"God! He's already drooling precum, Barb," Kim noted as she unconsciously ran a thumb over one of her hard nipples. "I bet that thing will fire off if he even touches it," she commented.
"Want to see him taste his precum, Kim?" Barb asked while looking at me, as I felt my head would explode in embarrassment!
"Oh, yes!" Kim answered, enthusiastically clapped her hands, and gave a little bounce that revealed a little more of her breasts.
"Go on, Pervert, wipe that precum off your cock and lick it off of your fingers," she ordered. I noticed her hand rubbing the inside of her smooth thigh, moving slowly up between her legs.
I was so damned horny as I caught the string of precum dangling off the tip of my cock, then ran my fingers over the head, wiping my cockhead clean.
“Look at me while you suck that precum off your fingers," Barb ordered, her legs parted enough for me to see her peach-colored sheer panties, her hand caressing what appeared to be a very large clit. Slowly I brought my fingers to my lips as I stuck out my tongue and tasted my precum as I heard Kim moan softly. Still looking Barb in the eye, I pushed my fingers into my mouth and actively sucked my precum off, just as the phone rang, causing me to jump.
"You're still leaking; keep eating it," she said as she reached over to answer the phone.
“Hello? Hi, Mandy!” she answered with an evil grin as she gestured to keep eating my precum.
My knees felt weak as I did as she commanded. It was degrading, eating my precum in front of Barb and Kim with my stepmom on the phone.
"Yes, he’s been a big help today. We’re just now having a little snack before dinner," Barb said into the phone while her fingers traced and caressed her clit that was now soaking with her juices.
"I'll see that he's fed and sent off to school tomorrow, Mandy, no worries. OK, talk to you later. Goodbye," and she hung up the phone.
I was on my third round of precum eating and noticed Kim was mesmerized with my cock and was actively massaging her soaking panties. I needed a release so bad!
“I suppose you need these to get off, don't you?" Barb asked as she slid her soaking panties off and sat back down, spreading her legs to reveal her wet pussy with the largest clit I'd ever seen. She stroked it with her thumb and finger, both glistening with her wetness. It was beautiful, and I so dearly wanted to eat her pussy in the worst way!
She tossed her panties at me, and I caught them midair. Without thinking, I immediately held them up to my nose and took a deep sniff. They smelled of a mixture of roses and sex.
"Move closer," she ordered, and I did.
“Wipe that precum on the crotch of my panties and lick it off,” she ordered as she and Kim actively masturbated in front of me.
I immediately complied and moaned as the fabric touched the head of my cock. It was amazing how much I was leaking! It was surreal as I put the panty crotch in my mouth and tasted Barb's and my juices combined. I loved it.
"Show us what a dirty jerk-off boy you are, stroke that cock, Pervert!" she demanded as her fingers flew over her slick clit, giving it a spank every so often. Kim had pulled a breast out so she could pinch her nipple as she buried three fingers deep into her neatly trimmed little pussy.
I grabbed my iron-hard cock and set about slow, deliberate strokes as I watched these beautiful women work their pussies with abandon.
I dearly wanted it to last forever! The view in front of me, combined with the depravity of stroking my cock for these women, was intense. My balls tightened painfully. Just then, Barb took her wet fingers from her pussy and slid them into her mouth, and my cock erupted! Rope after rope of my sperm launched as I furiously stroked the shaft up and down. My cum found its way onto Kim's breast, dress, and thighs. Several ropes of my milky sperm landed on Barb's thighs and dress as well as I squeezed out the last of my cum.
"You nasty boy, spraying cum all over us!" Barb said as she scooped up a large dollop with her middle finger and deposited it on her huge clit.
"Get down here and lick this all up," she ordered as she pointed at her pussy.
Still on an orgasmic high, balls aching from my epic orgasm, I immediately dropped to my knees and buried my face between Barb's creamy and cum-soaked thighs. Licking her large, beautiful clit a couple of times, I felt her tense up as I thoroughly sucked her clit into my mouth. She pushed down on the back of my head as I worked that delicious pussy the best way I could, enjoying the taste of our combined cum juices. She fucked my mouth with that clit, telling me to make her cum, and I tried!
"Fuck yesss!" she yelled as she convulsed with orgasm, her juices free-flowing now. I kept at it until she pushed my head away, breathlessly just as Kim brought herself to a loud orgasm.
“You’re not done yet, Pervert," Barb said breathlessly. “Finish licking up the rest of this cum off me, then clean Kim.”
I immediately got busy licking my sperm from Barb's legs and dress, then moved over and did the same for Kim. I started getting hard again as I sucked my cum off her amazing puffy nipple and made sure to spend as much time there as I could before being told that it was enough.
Standing back up, I felt lightheaded, exhausted and drained.
"Well, did you learn your lesson, Pervert?" Barb asked as she and Kim straightened their dresses and adjusted themselves.
I almost said yes, then caught myself..."No, Ma'am, I didn't."
Barb smiled, and Kim laughed out loud, "We don't think you did either, now go shower up and get ready for bed," she replied.
Gathering up my underwear and shirt, I made my way down the hall, exhausted, to the bathroom. “Don’t jerk off in there either, Pervert," Barb called after me.
Smiling, I replied, “I won’t, Ma'am."
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