Call me a freak, but I like physical labor. Maybe because my earliest jobs in high school and college were all hard labor. Now that I spent most of my...days behind a desk, I liked getting out and getting dirty. Swinging the axe, trying to cut my way through a tree a good two feet in diameter, feeling the intense impact, watching chunks of wood explode away from my precise blows, I loved it all. I enjoyed the feel of the wooden handle in my hands, the flexing of my shoulder muscles, the tension. Then like the routine of nature, their sounds in that room changed as if they were reaching the orgasmic high and ready to hit the climax. With the thought of it I realized; I needed to shoot my load as well. The influence of Irene doing such wonderful blowjob was taking hold. I swear, it’s not a cliché but she was sucking marvelously. Her attention to cock sucking details was beyond belief.“Oum Ahh Fuck” I heard Irene losing her voice under the influence of extreme hormonal rush, “I need it in. ” She had different slutty outfits to dress him in, but the maid outfits were her favorite by far. Mommy loved that her son had become such a proper, dutiful servant in more ways than one.Jon moved into the living room and began swishing his feather duster all over. As he moved around the furniture, the mantle and the bookshelves, he looked at their family pictures. Almost all the pictures were of him and his mother, Brenda. A few were of Mom's sister, Lisa. He had no other immediate family.. The spicy scent of the toddy wafted around the room. Carefully carrying a steaming glass he returned to the bathroom and knocked on the door calling, ‘Your remedy is without, Madam.’ ‘Just a moment.’ Almost comatose in the bath Rowena roused to find a washcloth and arrange it over her pussy. She’d never been particularly shy before men, indeed she was rather proud of her shapely boobs and saw no reason to hide them. ‘You may enter.’ ‘Here you are, my Lady.’ Making no attempt to avert his gaze.