It was shortly after Mr. Drake reached his forty-sixth birthday. He had been a hard-worker all his life. He had provided well for his family. They lived in a mansion in a very good neighborhood. We lived in the richest county in the state and in the richest village in that county. He had spent little time at home. All of his time had been spent making money. He owned his own brokerage firm. I didn't understand what he really did for a living. I was twenty-three years old. My name was Eric. I was the gardener and sometime chauffeur.

There was Mr. Drake, me, a cook and two maids, along with Mrs. Drake. I lived there above the garage. Frida, one of the maids, was nineteen years old. She shared a room with Geena, the other maid who was twenty-one years old. Last was Hanna, who had graduated from culinary school and had been working in the home for two years. She was twenty-six years old and had her own room off of the kitchen.

Mrs. Drake's first name was Dana, and Mr. Drake was Charles. They lived alone, except for the staff, because both of their children were gone, having graduated from college.

It happened suddenly. Everything was fine, it seemed. I was not aware of any problems in the household, but I was rather naive and wasn't really tuned in to the dynamics. I had my own life with its problems and worries. You may know what that was like for a young man with little education beyond high school.

Then Mr. Drake had his heart attack, and within a few hours he was gone. The household would never be the same again.

The funeral was three days later. They had a large family and they all came. It was held at a funeral home nearby and then the entire family returned to our large home to do as families always do after these events. We staff members helped serve the food provided by a local caterer, so that Mrs. Drake wouldn't have to do anything. Her children and family visited with other members and spouses and children that they hadn't seen in years, in some cases. Finally, after several hours, everyone had left. We had cleaned up the food, cleaned the house, and left for our own rooms.

I was left there with Mrs. Drake, the maids, and the cook. It was a ten bedroom home, so everyone at last went to their own rooms and peace descended upon the house. It was eerie to know Mr. Drake wasn't there anymore. It was also strange how little I had seen Mrs. Drake and her two children mourn. Personally, I had never been close to the man. About two in the morning Mrs. Drake came into my room and awakened me.

"Eric, do you mind if I speak with you awhile? I feel so strange. Is it okay, Eric?"

"Of course, Mrs. Drake. Please, do what you want. It's alright, ma'am."

Mrs. Drake was a beautiful woman of forty-five. She had kept her hair long, and wavy. It was brown and soft as silk. She was wearing a long nightgown, but it was almost translucent, and I could see what a nice figure she had. I had always thought she was lovely, and tonight she was extremely fine looking. Maybe sorrow brings out beauty I thought.

She sat on my bed and then cuddled up to me. I was on my back and I put my arm around her shoulder, and she put a hand on my bare chest. I was in a quandary about what to do. I needed my job, but this was odd. I slept in my boxer shorts only. After a few minutes I could feel Mrs. Drake shaking and I felt tears wetting my chest and shoulder.

"Ma'am, it's alright, it's okay, don't cry, please."

"Oh, Eric, you just don't understand. I know you're young but you should really know the truth. I'm sorry to tell you things you may not want to hear, but you're the only man in the house now. You should know what things are really like in this home. And call me Dana from now on, please. I'll use Mr. Drake's first name to tell this story, too."

Then she told me the story of her and Charles. It wasn't pretty. When Charles and Dana had been attending college together they had met at a mixer. She was a junior and he was a senior. The mixer was alcohol free, but almost all the young men at the mixer had bottles in their jacket pockets and Charles had made several drinks for himself and Dana. They both were slightly tipsy, but she was a little thing and the liquor really affected her. She lost all her inhibitions. She was still a virgin, but not for long.

They went out to his car and he fucked her in the back seat of his Mercedes. Then he got upset because her virgin blood had stained his carseat. Nine months later Vera was born. In his family one had to do the "right" thing. They were married. Charles graduated and Dana finished up the next year. Charles' family set them up with a small home and a good job for Charles.

He fucked her only once a year. On his own birthday. It was his present to himself. The rest of the year he was using prostitutes. The only good thing he did was use a condom when screwing the whores.

So, over the years, by chance, Dana became pregnant and had her two children. The second was Mark. Then, without his knowledge, she began using birth control. We had sometimes wondered why their birthdays were within a few weeks of each other. Now I knew. I held her tight. And I felt my cock starting to grow. I had just learned to hate Mr. Drake, and I was feeling strong feelings for Dana. I wanted her.

I didn't have to do anything. I had been wondering what I needed to do to get Dana to make love to me. It happened very suddenly. I felt her hand on my boxers. Then she reached into the opening and fished out my hard cock. She started stroking it.

"Is this alright, Eric? I've never done this before. All Charles ever did was stick his cock into my pussy and fuck until he came. He never made love to me. Am I doing this right?"

God. Was she doing it right.

"Dana, you're a natural, I think. I want you so badly right now. Can I touch you too?"

"Oh, Eric. I want to be loved so much right now. I've waited so long to really be loved. Do anything you want. It's all new to me too."

The first thing I did was have Dana take off the nightgown. Now I could see her beautiful body. She had small tits, but the nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers. They were so pretty. And her pussy was very brown, and curly. She had never shaved it. I don't think she knew that she could. But I noticed something about her pussy. It was already very wet. I stripped off my boxers and grabbed her and put her down on the bed. I started kissing her like a lover, not an employee. She kissed back.

My cock was so hard it was starting to ache. She grabbed it again and I started mauling her little titties and nipples, then I sucked on them. She started jacking me off. Then she did something she had maybe dreamed of, but had never done before. She leaned over and kissed my cock. Then she licked it. She shivered with lust. She put her whole mouth around my cock and started sucking hard. She sucked so hard I almost told her to stop, but fuck that. I wanted my her to give me a blow job, and her first blow job.

I was young and but this was not all new to me. However, I didn't want to hold it in yet. I started coming in a minute or two. I came so much it dribbled around her mouth. She tried so hard to eat it all. She had been holding herself in check for half of her life. Now she wanted to have it all. She licked and sucked all of my come, looked up into my eyes and grinned as I had never seen her do before. We both had found something magical.

Dana had discovered what she had been missing for twenty-five years. She was not about to miss anything ever again, now that the bastard in her life was good and gone. She embraced me and begged me to make love to her again and again. I had lost my hard on. However, I started growing once more. I was young and horny. I was getting ready to do some more sexual things to my boss.

I reached over and started fingering her pussy. She started grinding against my fingers. And moaning with passion. She came quickly, once again, on my hand. I let her lick her own pussy juice and she loved it as she continued moaning. Then I decided to do something I had heard other guys talk about, and I had seen on the internet. I softly spread her legs and started kissing her pussy. I kissed and nibbled on her clit above her slit. I started licking her labia. They were wet from coming so much. I licked it off and sucked her cunt.

I think Mrs. Drake came more that night than she had in her whole life.

After I had sucked all her juices out, and watched as more kept dribbling out, I decided that she needed a loving cock rammed up her cunt. I had grown hard again with a youth's resilience. I was as hard as a stone. Her legs were already spread apart for my feeding session. I just moved into position, spread her legs a little more, and began pushing my six inches of hard dick into Dana. She grinned again, then she grimaced the face of lust as I pushed in and began fucking my employer.

She had been fucked only about twenty-five times in her life. Her cunt was still as tight as a nineteen year old teenager. I could barely force my way in, but I fucking did. I rammed in and started thrusting in and out. I was like a fucking machine. This was my first fuck with a MILF. I had already had a great blow job. This was the best night of my life. I was going to do the best fucking I could for Dana so she would remember it forever. So I rammed harder and Dana started screaming with pleasure and lust.

This time I had plenty of time before I came. I was building up a great come in my balls for her. She kept coming so it was juicy and warm, and it wanted more and more cock in it. I was more than willing to make love to her all night if she wanted me. I kept fucking in and out while she begged for more cock.

After thirty minutes she was ready.

"Eric, please come in me, I can't take anymore, please come in me, please."

So I started shooting as much come as I could up her pussy. More and more shot into her cunt. Finally I had no more to give and quickly pulled out. My god. She squirted all her pussy juices and my come back out onto my belly. It was so fucking hot. I had never heard of that before. It was great love-making. I collapsed on top of her and we spread all our come all over our bodies as we embraced in love and lust.

We were so tired that we fell asleep almost immediately. We slept with our arms around each other. All sticky from come and happy as hell.

I awoke about five in the morning. Something wet and soft was wrapped around my soft dick. I glanced down and saw that Dana was enjoying her newfound sexual freedom by making love to her gardener's cock. She was enjoying rolling my soft cock around in her mouth, tasting all of the come from last night, both hers and mine. But, of course, I couldn't stay soft forever. I started growing, and instead of just licking it she started sucking it and running her tongue up and down my shaft. Then she sucked in both of my balls and ran her tongue over them.

I grabbed her pretty brown hair and began fucking her face. I always loved doing this to a girl. But this was my employer. I loved it. I fucked her mouth and she rammed almost her whole hand into her cunt. She started fucking her pussy with her hand as I fucked her face. I could tell when she began coming because she almost bit my cock as she moaned. That made me start coming too. She sucked it all down, licked her hand clean, and grinned her gentle grin at me. Death had brought a rebirth to this household.

It was going to be interesting to see what happened around here now.