A month had passed since Dylan moved back in with his girlfriend. He had been working with Jeremy for a few weeks and was really enjoying it. The days he wasn't doing yards, he was training at the salon and was doing well. I wasn't surprised at how easily he worked with the women who came in. Dylan was a people person and a big flirt. Everyone loved him. In addition to his personality, they loved his hair. The other stylists enjoyed playing with it and giving him new looks and I noted that more than one of our clients began to bring their husband, boyfriends or sons in to get their hair done.
Despite saying he didn't have the head for it, I found that he was a wiz with numbers and taught him how to do the books as well. I did that less because I needed the help but more because I thought it would help him with his yard work. As time for the relocation approached, I realized I needed more help packing and actually getting things together for the physical move. Dylan was only too happy to help, enjoying the physical labor more than sitting at the desk.
"That's the last of it," Dylan said as he broke down the final box.
"Oh, thank God." Though, admittedly, he had done most of the work, I was stressed about getting everything together for opening the next day. It was really just going to be a short, ceremonial day with a few of our best clients invited to see the new location with some food and drinks, but I still wanted the space to look its best.
We took out the trash and I couldn't help going around fixing displays and equipment to make it look more perfect.
"Jane, stop."
I turned and raised an eyebrow hearing the assertive tone from Dylan. There was no way I was going to allow my nephew to speak to me that way. "Excuse me?"
"Everything looks great," he said tenderly as closed the distance and put his hands on my hips. "You need to relax. I know this is a big thing. I get it, I really do. But you are going to be a mess tomorrow if you don't calm down."
I sighed and tried to twist out of his grip but he held me tight. "I know you're right. I can't help thinking I'm overlooking something."
"The caterer is taken care of, the floor looks great, the equipment works, what else is there?"
"I don't know. My mind won't stop spinning."
"Maybe I can help with that."
I was about to ask how when he leaned in and kissed me. Though I was taken off guard, I quickly returned it. I let him push me backward until I hit the reception counter. Once there, his hands made quick work of opening my shorts and having me step out of them. He turned me around and I heard him open his zipper. I was worried that he was going to try to fuck my ass but gasped both with relief and pleasure when he pushed into my slit. It had been over a month since the last time we had sex and though this was unexpected, I welcomed it.
Gripping the counter to steady myself as he held on to my hips, I gritted my teeth as he began to rapidly slam into me. I had never been penetrated from behind in this manner. This angle of attack was new to me and it felt like he was in me for the first time. It was also the first time I had been fucked this hard or fast in my life and, as my first orgasm hit, I wondered why. Thankfully Dylan's hands were tight on my hips, providing the support my knees began struggling to maintain. Resting my head on the counter, I surrendered completely to him.
Disregarding my climax, Dylan continued to thrust into me. He grunted and groaned around various curses, his voice punctuated by the slapping of our flesh. He was giving me a fuck that only a young, virile man could. His pounding seemed to go on forever, relentless in its intensity.
I was nearing a second orgasm and wondering if Dylan would ever let up when he roared with his own release. He continued to thrust into me though his rhythm was erratic and at only a fraction of its previous force. Thankfully it was still enough to coax the impending orgasm from me. I was still in the grips of it when he leaned his torso down onto my back to rest as he caught his breath.
When he finally pulled out, I pulled on my shorts and turned to hug Dylan. Looking over his shoulder, I realized that he had just fucked me in front the salon's large glass window. It was late enough that the other stores in the strip mall were closed but we were close enough to the road that anyone in the cars passing could easily have seen us in the brightly lit space.
"I hope they enjoyed the show," Dylan said when I pointed that out to him. "I did."
After sharing a kiss, we locked up and left for the evening.
The next day went off without a hitch. I was happy when my brother and his wife showed up with Dylan's younger sister. Dylan brought his girlfriend and daughter. I was shocked when Ron arrived with Luke to surprise me. When I found out he had been sleeping on Dylan's couch for two days, I was stunned. Not only because Dylan had hidden my son from me, but also because he had fucked me the night before knowing he would be going home to see Luke. Whatever anger I was feeling quickly abated having my family with me to celebrate.
After the celebration, we all went back to our house for a small cookout. With everyone and everything taken care of, I ran upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes. Hearing footsteps, I turned and saw Dylan coming down the hall.
"I told you everything would be great," he said as he approached.
"You were right," I acknowledged grudgingly. I took the chance to ask him something that had been running through my head. "I've been wondering why last night happened."
"You just looked like you needed it. Did it work?"
"It did," I admitted reluctantly.
"Good." He pulled me close and we shared a lingering kiss before he went back downstairs.
Too soon everyone started to leave. I wanted to protest but with Luke home for only another full day, I wanted to spend as much time with my son as I could.
The next few weeks were a blur. Though everything went smoothly with the move, our placement proved to put us in a location that was much more popular with walk-ins than I anticipated. To his credit, Dylan stepped up and helped me out as much as he could while still doing lawns. I still had long days but I knew I would have been there anyway even if we hadn't been as busy.
I stumbled home one evening, exhausted from another 13 hour day and was surprised to see Dylan's car in my driveway. Upon entering, I could smell that he had cooked and was very thankful for it. Not seeing him immediately, I called, "Dylan?"
"Just a second," he called from upstairs.
