Perks of Being a Young Single Dad (M/F) (long)

The best day of my life was the day I became a dad. There’s nothing in this life that would compare to that experience. My son is 6. He was born when I was 18 so that makes me one of the younger dads, at least younger than most in my small town.

The town we live in is one of those tight knit, everyone knows you type of town. One school, one grocery store, couple churches and only a few restaurants. I grew up here, opened my own business, and built it from the ground up. My business has done great for me from day 1 practically. I own a lawn company, everything from mowing to trimming bushes or trees. I’d say I have taken care of almost every yard or helped at some point.

Every morning I would wake up, get my son ready for the day, load him in the truck and head down to the school. I take pride in making sure he is always clean cut, along with myself. Always make sure to get out to say goodbye not just drop him off and go. I take pride in knowing I’m doing my best to be a great dad but I also always loved the attention from the moms there that are dropping their own children off.

Every morning, same routine. I always had my trailer with mowers and my truck has my business logo across the back window. Today was not different. I was walking back toward my car when I heard a woman’s voice from a vehicle that was parked right behind my trailer.

“You two are so sweet, I really wish my husband took the time to bring our kids in the morning.” She was a beautiful woman, if I had to guess early 40s. Beautiful blue eyes, long brunette hair, tight body. Her name is Sarah Anthony, I use to take care of her lawn until her husband decided he didn’t want me doing it. Sarah is a stay at home mother and on more than one occasion I had caught her walking through her house in a towel, naked, or bra and panties countless times. First time I felt bad, like I invaded her privacy, but after it kept occurring I figured it had to be on purpose. Shortly after they ended our contract.

“Hey Mrs. Anthony, this is my favorite thing every morning. How have you been?” I stopped at her window, leaning against her car peering inside. She was in her PJs still, a comfy set of loose fit almost silk material. Her top had buttons that broke into a V just low enough to display her perky breasts. Her husband was a lawyer and a popular one for the town and he clearly took care of her. New SUVs, new tits, and I’m sure countless other things she wanted.

“I’m doing good! Miss you coming around the house. How’s business going for ya?” She asked as she laid her freshly manicured nails across my forearm.

“Things are great, busy as always!” I wasn’t sure where she was going with this, I knew her husband tried to do all the yard work now so he didn’t have to hire out. But of course I wasn’t going to push this woman off.

“You know, Greg is out of town for some case he was hired for, it’s suppose to be a couple weeks that he’s gone. I definitely would love the help with the yard while he’s gone. I’ll just pay you and he won’t even know it. If you have the time to swing by a couple times.” Her eyes stayed locked into mine as she spoke, she has a this sharpness about her eyes, they practically cut right through you. She also had this smirk like she knew we shouldn’t be talking but she couldn’t resist.

“Yeah of course I can make that happen.” I smiled at her reassuring her I could take care of what she needs. “Do you have an idea when you would like me to come by? I’m free this morning and then Thursday morning after I drop my son off.”

“Well, why don’t you swing by this morning and I can show you what I need done. Then Thursday you can come out and get to work for me.” Our eyes locked to each other throughout the rest of our conversation, I took a step back as she rolled her window up and gave me a wave before pulling away.

The Anthony’s house was a massive, it was on the edge of town, had a huge front yard, a tree line blocking the neighbors and then a pool in the back. As soon as I arrive Sarah opens the front door and walks out to meet me on the porch. Apparently she made time to change her outfit. She greeted me with fresh lip stick and an excited smile. She was wearing a tank top with a sweater over it. The tank top was a tight white spaghetti strapp one that gripped her tits and hugged to her belly. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, her hair still hung down to the small of her back. She wasnt wearing a bra under her tank top which was apparent by her nipples pressed against the fabric. Her doctor had done an amazing job it practically looked like she was wearing a push up bra the way her tits were so perky. She was wearing a pair of leggings that had to be her oldest daughters, they were a size too small but fit so perfectly. The leggings cupped her ass showing off the work she does to take care of herself. The front seam ran perfectly between her pussy lips that had to be just as perfect as her tits. As she walked by I could smell her perfume or body spray, it was sweet almost like a brown sugar scent and I loved it.

“Hey, I’m glad you were free! Really all I need is it mowed and then a few of the trees trimmed by our pool in the back. I can show you if you wanna follow me through the house.” She turned and walking into her home I followed her watching each step she took as her ponytail swayed side to side. She had music playing over the speakers throughout the entire house, nothing I could make out, just some background music. The entire home was clean and smelt amazing.

“You have an amazing home, it’s cozy and smells amazing” I complimented her figuring she was the one keeping it this way. Her home was a mix of modern and farm house, everything was white besides an accent wall, fireplace mantle, and counters. Well practically everything, with the money this family had I wouldn’t be surprised if they were able to hire out a interior designer.

“Thanks babe it’s definitely nice but lonely during the day, shit it’s lonely even when my family is home” I didn’t really know how to respond, do I seem sorry or offer comfort?
Or do I just move past it and ask her about the work she needs done.

“Dang I’m sorry to hear that.” We walked through her home into the back yard. Everything looked to be well kept. There wasn’t a whole lot for me to do with her trees nor lawn. “So the trees look pretty tidy and the yard looks decent, I can mow before he’s back but I don’t think you’ll need any tree work.”

“Maybe you can still come by. Maybe you can keep me company while he’s gone and the kids are away.” I kinda saw this coming honestly but it didn’t keep my heart from feeling like it was going to leap out of my chest.

“You sure you want me to do that? Trust me I would love to.” Sarah stopped, turned in my direction and took a step close to me, she was no more than a foot away from me. She grabs my tshirt gripping it in her fingers and tugs, pulling me closer.

“I couldn’t be more sure.” She whispers to me looking steadily into my eyes. “I tried to get you to come in so many times back when you were here consistently.” I wonder if she can feel my heart beat pounding in my chest sending vibrations through the fabric of my shirt.

“I had a feeling, I would always see you through the windows.” My heart was pounding and honestly my cock was beginning to swell just from all of the excitement. Sarah tugged a little harder on my shirt pulling herself up on her tippy toes she pressed her lips against mine. She practically went limp as I pressed into her wrapping my arms around her. I grip tight pulling her close before lifting her off the ground, she wraps her legs around my hips slipping her tongue past my lips twirling hers with mine.

I carry her back into her home, stumbling as I try to find the nearest spot to set her down. “Take me to my bed room, please. I need you so fucking bad.” The way she pleaded for me drove me nuts. I couldn’t wait to take care of her needs, this woman deserves every ounce of pleasure. And I’m going to be the one to make sure she feels completely satisfied. We make our way through her living room bouncing off the back of the couch, it was hard to tell where I was going as we couldn’t keep our lips apart for more than just enough time to breath in. Up the dark wood stair case and into the first door we came to there was her bed every pillow in perfect placement, blankets tucked away. Her room smelt just like she did. Her bed was a tall wooden frame, it was the perfect height for me to be knelt in front of her as I sat her on the edge. I pulled my lips from hers she tried to pull me back to her but I had other plans. At some point on our way to her room she had lost her sweater exposing her tits even more than before. I took her wrist that was reaching for my shirt to pull me in and held it tight down onto the mattress. Planting my lips right below her ear, gently grazing my teeth before pulling in a small amount of skin. Sarah let out this sweet, sexy, almost whisper of a moan. I could feel the goose bumps that shot up her neck, I could feel them on my fingers from her skin under the wrist I held to the mattress. I wanted to be gentle and sincere with every kiss and every move I made, I needed to show her her worth, I needed to take care of her needs.

Moving my lips down slowly, planting them on her neck with the same gazing and suction as before. I could feel her heart beat through my lips as they pressed into her. With my free hand I teased with my finger tips sliding them up her thigh, gently over her mound that was still covered by the leggings she was wearing. As my fingers slid over her pussy there was a damp spot soaking through. I drug my finger tips up to her belly that was barely peeking out, I teased her sliding my fingers from one hip to another then taking my hand off completely before placing it on the opposite side of her neck that I was still kissing.

“Oh fuck, please touch me. I need it. I fucking need you!” Her pleading just made me want to tease her more but really little did she know pleasing her would ultimately please me. Gripping my hand around her throat tighten I pressed my lips into the base of her neck kissing her, descending with every kiss. I release her wrist with my left hand wrapping my fingers around the top of her tank top pulling it down allowing her tits to be bare. Her nipples were as hard as the possible could be, they were begging me to take each one of them into my mouth. While cupping her chest with my fingers squeezing tightly I wrapped my lips around her nipples sucking and twirling my tongue around in circles. Sarah dug her freshly manicured nails into her comforter, sinking her hips back pressing her chest out harder. Each lap my tongue made around her nipple her breathing quickened and her moans picked up in volume.

Releasing my hold on her throat her body became completely relaxed as she let herself slump down and fall flat onto her back pulling me over with her as I still clung to her nipple. Using my free fingers I ran them down her tight belly over the front of her leggings searching for that wet spot I felt before. Her wet spot has grown immensely now practically soaking through enough to practically drip off her leggings. I wanted to make her desperate before slowing her to feel the warmth of my bare fingers onto her pussy. As my fingers found her wet spot I began slipping just the tips up and down along the front seam that was still splitting her pussy lips apart and laying onto her clit. The gentle touches as they brush across her clit are sending her into a frenzy, her legs are shaking, she’s bending and bucking her hips, while now squeezing and pulling her own nipples. Listening to her is almost becoming too much for me, I can’t wait to feel her around my fingers as soaked as she is without them already.

Sliding both hands to the edge of her leggings I grip the waistband and pull them off in one quick motion tossing them onto the floor. I want this to be all about her. I want to please this woman more than she has ever been pleased. She deserves it. “Plant your feet on the edge of the bed. Let your legs spread. And scoot your ass as close to the edge as you can.” She did exactly as she was told. Showing off her reddened, swollen pussy. You could see her clit pulsing already, taking her clit between my middles finger and ring finger squeezing them together she lets out a load moan pulling my face up to hers locking our lips together. I continue squeezing her clit while moving my fingers in little circles feeling her moans against my lips as she moans into every kiss and every circle. I break the hold of her lips on mine and begin making my way back down her body. I needed to taste her juices that were flowing with every contraction her pussy made. I needed to feel her cum. I needed to hear her lose control of everything she’s been forced to keep cooped up for who knows how long. Biting my way from her belly button to her hips leaving deep bite marks and little hickeys like I was marking my path down to her pussy.

Using the tip of my tongue I scooped every drip I could contain as they rolled from her pussy. I didn’t want any of them to go to waste soaking into her comforter below her. The tip of my tongue slips between her plump bare pussy lips, sliding between each fold until I found her clit. She tasted just as sweet and she smelled. I take my fingers and follow the path I made gently teasing them over each bite mark and hickey I left feeling them welted. Sliding my fingers between her pussy lips using them to spread her wide. Drips of her juices continuing to roll out. I press my lips into her clit after giving a long lick gathering any juices I was missing. With my lips wrapped around her clit I suck in causing her clit to swell from the suction. Pressing two of my fingers into her pussy using her own wetness as lube I push in slowly and deep pulling them across her gspot with every methodical thrust. Using my tongue to twirl around her swollen sensitive clit her hips trying their hardest to pull away from the intensity that is bringing her close and closer to the edge. “God, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Her words echoed in her room along with her moans and the audible wet noises that came from her pussy as I used my fingers.

There’s no way she could last too much longer. Her legs spawning. Her breathing in such a quick rhythm it sounded like she was having a panic attack almost. Her moans turned into screams. The dripping turned into a gushing flow. Her juices were clear and creamy. Her creamy cum clung to my fingers with every thrust that had continued to pick up in pace. She was going to cum soon. There was no hiding it. I removed my lips from her clit and replaced them with my thumb pressing firmly and continuing the same circular motions that had brought her to be this soaking wet, and this close to cumming. Feeling her pussy clinching repetitively, she began to arch her back and squeeze her tits tight enough to turn them red. Pinching her nipples between her fingers as she squeezed down. “Please don’t stop I’m going to cum. I’m going to make a mess. Please don’t fucking stop.” There was already a puddle forming between her ass cheeks before it rolled over the edge and dribbled down the side before being soaked into the comforter.

Moving my thumb, I stand up and press my palm into her clit and start pumping my fingers up and down stroking her gspot. “Oh fuck keep going. Just like that. Don’t stop.” I pressed my lips against her just as she began to cum. Her body tightened and her legs tried to clamp together but I was in the way from that happening. Her body convulsing, bucking her hips, squeezing my on tit and using her other hand to hold the back of my head to keep my lips pressed against hers. My fingers couldn’t contain the flow that was becoming to turn into strong squirts. Each pump of my fingers she released heavy sprays against my palm. Her juices ran off my fingers flowing over the edge of her bed, she was squirting so much it was too much for the comforter to soak in as it poured out.

I removed my fingers from her and stood there in front of her looking down on her as she trembled, shaking from her orgasm even without me touching her. I pulled the front of my work pants down allowing my cock to spring up as my pre cum dropped down the head of my cock. I start stroking myself using the juices that still clung to my fingers now using her juices as my own lube. Quickly stroking my cock I wanted to make myself cum all over her as she stewed in her own wet spot still trembling. She could barely open her eyes still. Finally my last few strokes brought me over the edge and I gripped her knee spreading her legs apart. Staring at her used, soaking pussy I started to cum. Aiming at her pussy my cum covered it. Each stroke shot another rope of my warm cum on to her pussy. The first two ropes were strong enough to land just below her tits and string across her belly, but every spurt after encased her pussy in my cum. She takes her fingers and drug them through my cum before licking them clean.

She laid there in the bed attempting to catch her breath. I searched the master bath for a towel to bring to her, as I made my way back to her bed she had propped herself up onto her elbow and continued using her fingers to spoon my cum into her mouth. I handed her the towel I found, she looks up to me licking her lips clean. “How come you didn’t fuck me?“ she asked me as I sat beside her on the bed.

“I wanted it to completely be about you, nothing else. Plus, making you cum truly gets me off more than I could explain.” My answer was enough for her, she reached for my shirt and pulled me in for one last kiss.

“I’m going to shower and clean up this mess. Thank you for making time for me, will I see you Thursday?” As she stood up gravity pulled the rest of my cum and her juices down her thighs before she wiped it up with the towel in her hand.

“See you Thursday Mrs Anthony” I walked out of her room and down the stairs to my truck just in time to make it to my next appointment on time.

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