[thanks to carnevil9 for the edit]
"Can you help me lay some hardwood at Hannah's?"
A month had passed since Tommy and Seth had laid hardwood at Seth's mother's house. That had led to unexpected sexual hi-jinks between Tommy and Virginia, who was Seth and Hannah's mother. Tommy knew her as known as "Aunt Ginny" because she had helped raise Tommy. Not incest, just a fabulous adventure with an open-minded and well experienced older woman.
Tommy's lust had been amplified by Hannah's hanging around Ginny's as they worked. Seth's older sister was married, but her hubby, Aaron had picked that weekend to socialize with country club business prospects. Bored and slightly pissed off, Hannah had teased and flirted with Tommy, making his wood hard, which Virginia took advantage of.
"Why can't Aaron do it with you?" Tommy asked his pal.
"Too busy trying to make money to support my sister's expensive tastes. He is in Atlantic City on a junket with clients. Has to pay for their new condo some how."
"Couldn't they just have bought a condo with hardwood floors if that was what they wanted?"
"Hannah did not care until Mom got hers- then she saw how good they look, and what good work we did, so she asked me. Come on, buddy, I could use some of Aaron's cash."
'Mom got hers indeed' thought Tommy, who wondered how much Hannah knew about that, and whether this was a subtle hint. Was the 'good work' the daytime flooring job, or the after hours sex?
Hannah was Tommy's personal unobtainable sex goddess, and if she wanted him, he would not want to miss the chance. He would just need to be cautious, in case despite Aaron's frequent absences, she was still very married. Or was she?
"Dude, if I get blue balls hanging around your sister, you will owe me big time."
"Ew, dude, she's like all married and such."
"Like Stevie says, married ones are easy- you know they fuck, and after a while they want variety, or a get even fuck, or a pay more attention to me fuck."
Stevie was the ladies man of their crew.
"Don't call my sister easy..."
"...even though she sure acted that way at your Mom's when we did that hardwood."
"You didn't..."
"Naw, but she sure made my wood hard. "
"Even the thought of you beating off thinking about my sister is gross."
"That's okay, I found other relief."
Tommy paused, afraid he had said too much, that Seth would figure out about Tommy and Ginny. That could rock their friendship, and bring an end to the occasional booty calls Tommy had enjoyed these past months. But he owed Seth the help, and seeing Hannah was just a bonus.
Even a very pregnant Hannah. She had been showing when she had teased Tommy at Ginny's place, and Tommy had not seen her since, so he was especially curious how round her baby bump had become as it turned into a bulge. Tommy had discovered watching Hannah earlier that he found pregnant women especially sexy. In the weeks that intervened, he had noticed how many of his age group were expecting babies. As a result, he walked around half hard much of the time. He had little doubt that being around a very preggers Hannah would grow his wood to fullness.
Unlike the venture which led to sex with Virginia, Tommy did not sleep over at Hannah's place to better focus on the work. Just as well, because he knew that seeing Hannah at night would drive him crazy. He had heard that pregnant ladies went pee a lot, often at night. He could imagine lying awake, listening to Hannah's quiet footfalls, straining to hear the tinkle as she wet the porcelain. He started to jerk off thinking about that, and always climaxed to the image of him encountering Hannah in the hallway after midnight.
Once, in that fantasy, Tommy's hard wood bumped up against Hannah's baby bulge.
Hannah giggled "Piss hard-on, Tommy?"
"Tommy stammered, "What do you know about..."
"Seth is my brother silly, I used to see bulges in his jammies even before he was old enough for wet dreams. Totally innocent."
Tommy wanted to tell his dream woman that there was nothing innocent about his hardness, that he listened for her and that his imagination got him off, but even in a dream state, he lacked the courage.
In that dream, Hannah saved him.
"Aaron never changes out the TP. And the spares are in that closet behind you. I was just about to get a fresh roll to wipe with. Instead, I'm standing here, pee running down my inner thigh, my labia damp, taking to you."
Her fingers brushed the hem of her nightie as she spoke.
Tommy imagined that she would then lean closer, her lips to his ear.
"Maybe I should just have you lick me clean instead?"
Without awaiting a response, Hannah would pull up her nightie to her waist, the back of her hand brushing against Tommy's cock where it was bouncing against her bulge.
"Touch me," Tommy imagined her moaning.
And he would touch her, rubbing her belly with both hands, watching the blush spread from her cheeks down her throat to her chest. He knew once he touched the baby bulge, he would be compelled to lick that throat, nibbling the neck, as his hands slid up to caress her swollen breasts.
He then would lick down her entire body as he played with her nipples. Her wetness would await his tongue.
Tommy realized that his imagination of what would happen with Hannah was richer and hotter than his real sex with Virginia. His cock throbbed just thinking of the possibility that she might want his hard wood.
He pictured his cock throbbing as he went down on her, kissing her swollen labia; licking up her gaping slit; teasing her pearl; then flattening his tongue and swiping down the slit. Tommy was a young man, but had the right combination of eagerness, energy and experience to continue lapping at a woman's cunt until she begged him to suck her clit. He imagined that Hannah would be no different.
