I grew up in the seventies and eighties, before daycares even existed. Back then, you relied on a relative, neighbor, or someone like my mom. She did it to help out one of her friends whose husband had left her and her kids. Word spread quickly, and before she knew it, she had a full house.

During the summer months, she could have as many as thirteen kids in the house, ranging in age from newborns to seven-year-olds. That’s where my siblings and I had to help out. Mom and my sister would handle diaper changes while my brother and I prepped lunches.  We’d feed the kids in groups and then put them down for naps while the next group ate. When they’d finish, we’d put them down in another room. Over the next hour, we’d quietly do the dishes and pick up toys.

My parents would give us an allowance that stayed in a jar in the cupboard. They called it an allowance, but it was there in case they needed it to make ends meet at the end of the month. Dad worked nights as a laborer at the factory and picked up some roofing jobs on the side, but it was never enough.

By middle school, I was being farmed out to babysit on Friday and Saturday evenings, and Mom would add it to their weekly bill. I’d never see any of that money. I babysat less when I started mowing lawns or shoveling for the women, and they started calling me to unplug toilets or drains, and the odd garbage disposal.

I started asking to be paid in cash so I could know how much Mom was getting for my efforts. She didn’t like that I’d taken away her control of the purse strings, and there’d be a fight every time I got home. It wasn’t fair that neither of my siblings worked outside the house, yet I was still expected to give up everything I earned.

All that changed when I turned sixteen, when I put the ladies on a schedule for yard work. Sure, Mom would know if someone called for me to fix something at their house, but she had no clue about anything else. By summer, I had bought an old pickup truck to haul my mower and tools around in. I thought things were going great, that is, until I wasn’t getting paid because they didn’t have the money. Like my mom, I would say that it was okay and they could pay next time.

I got home one afternoon to a note on the counter from Sally, who had called about a clogged sink and asked if I could come right away.

“Fuuuck!” I yelled in frustration. Mom came in, scolding me for my language.

“She still owes me for the last two times I did her lawn.”

Of course, that opened the door to Mom saying that I shouldn’t have asked to be paid in cash. She told me to have Sally pay upfront before I fixed the sink as I walked out of the house. I knew I would have the cojones to ask her for the money, and I’d end up doing this job for free too.

The drain didn’t take too long to fix. I washed my hands after packing up my tools while trying to figure out how to ask for the money she owed me.

“Mrs. Coop…”

She interrupted. “I know. The money.”

“I mowed the lawn twice, and now this. That comes to…”

“I know. I know,” she said, shooing the kids outside.

She closed the door behind the kids and locked it. “You’re what, seventeen now?”

I was just shy of seventeen, but I was fine with her thinking that I was older. Sally started to unbutton her blouse as she crossed the room, asking if we could work something out in trade. She had the clasp on the front of her bra open by the time she got to me. Now I never had a girlfriend, but I had been lucky enough to have sex twice this summer with girls from my brother’s senior class. If what was happening was really happening, this would be three.

Sally kissed me softly on the cheek and asked if we had a deal. I could only gulp and nod my head. She squeezed my cock through my shorts.

“Good boy,” she purred before sinking to her knees. “Let’s see what you’ve got hiding in here.” Sally tugged my shorts down to my knees. “Oh, my,” she gasped when my cock came into view.

I had been very self-conscious about the size of my dick and didn’t know if there was something wrong with it. By my reckoning, it was too long and thin. The two times that I’d had sex, the girls didn’t seem to enjoy it and said not to push so deep. Since neither girl wanted to do it again, I thought something was wrong with me.

“Is there something wrong?” I timidly asked.

“I didn’t expect to see something this big. You must have all the girls talking about you.”

I mumbled, “I think it’s too big. I don’t think they like it.”

“I don’t know why. It’s perfect.”

She wrapped her fingers around the base with one hand and placed her other hand above it, to size me up. Two inches jutted out of her closed fist, mocking me. “See, it’s too big.”

“Oh no, my dear. I think it’s just about right.”

Sally put the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucked while she stroked my shaft. She reached down and grabbed my balls as she kept sucking and stroking my cock another minute or two, and then all hell broke loose.

She grabbed my pelvis, holding me still as she rammed her mouth on my cock.  She was taking me so deep that my balls were bouncing off her chin. Each time she took me deep, she made a sound like she was gagging.

“How’s that?” she gasped when she came up to catch her breath.

What did she mean, how’s that? I was lightheaded, and my knees were trembling. I don’t know how I stayed on my feet. I didn’t have a chance to answer before she was pounding my cock down her throat again. Internally, I was counting: seven, eight, nine, “Ahh. Mmm… Mrs. Coopp…I’m cumming,” I grunted.

Sally moved slower as I shot my load. She continued to take me out to the tip and back down to my balls until my cock stopped spasming. She then held the tip over her mouth while she slid her thumb up my vein, milking every last drop.

“I know that doesn’t make us even, but I promise to take my time so you can enjoy it next time. Now, if you come back tomorrow, I’ll let you clean my pipes.”

“I just unclogged them,” I stammered as I pulled up my shorts.

“No, sweetie. I mean my pipes,” she giggled while pointing to her crotch.

I drove away thinking, “Put that in the allowance jar, Mom!” I laughed knowing that I was going to get laid tomorrow.

Sally hadn’t told me what time to show up, so I would head over just after lunch. I was so nervous that I forgot to stop to pick up rubbers, but didn’t remember until I was standing on Sally’s doorstep holding my toolbox. I figured at least it would appear that I was there to do some work. She gave me a sly smile when she let me in, telling me her ex had the kids this weekend.

“I forgot to pick up rubbers. I can run back out.”

“We don’t need any, honey. I got my tubes tied after the divorce,” she said, stripping out of her clothes while leading me upstairs.

She wanted to start by sucking my cock like she had yesterday, but I told her I wouldn’t last long if she did that again and suggested that we make out for a while first. That made her laugh, and she told me that she hadn’t made out since before she was married.

We lay on the bed kissing for a while, and she let me play with her tits. Her nipples were really sensitive, and she got off from sucking them. She guided my hand to her pussy, and pushed my fingers inside her vagina.

“Feel how horny you get me?” she breathed in my ear. I continued to suck on her nipple while I finger-bang her pussy. Oh, man, did she like that. Her pussy got so wet that it dribbled down the back of my hand. “Uh, uh. Ahhh,” she moaned as she came.

Sally straddled my waist while guiding my cock into her pussy. I watched it go in as she took its full length.

“Ohhh, have I missed this,” she moaned as she settled onto my pelvis. As she began to ride me, she groaned, “See, it isn’t too big.” She raised my hands back to her breasts, telling me to tweak and pinch her nipples.

I was surprised that I hadn’t already blown my wad, but Sally was sloppier and looser than the girls from school. Fucking her felt different because my whole cock actually fit. I thrust my hips up, driving my cock into her while playing with her nipples.

“Pinch them. Pinch my nipples. Harder. Harder!” she groaned. She pushed my hands away, telling me to watch as she painched and pulled hard on her nipples. I tried to repeat what she was doing when she let go. Sally slammed her hips forward and back rapidly, driving my cock into her.

“Uh Fuck meee,” she squealed as she climaxed.

She fell forward, gasping for air, telling me to get behind her and fuck her doggy-style. Doggy? What the hell was doggy-style? I wondered as I got behind her. She stuck her butt up in the air and told me to stick my cock back in her pussy. Damn, I was so deep it felt like my balls were going inside too.

I grabbed her hips and pumped my cock into her so hard her ass clapped off my abdomen.

“That’s it. Pound me with your cock. Fuck me. Ahh, god fuck me. I hammered my cock into her, wondering how long it had been since she’d been fucked.

She flung her head back, telling me to pull her hair.

“Pull my hair. Yank it. Pull!”

I yanked a handful and slapped her ass cheek like I was riding a horse.

“Yeah, do it again.”

I smacked her so hard it left a welt.

“Ahhh, Gaaahhd. Make me your whore,” she hissed through her teeth. I went with it, smacking her again as I yanked her head back. “Say it,” Sally cried. Call me your whore.”

I couldn’t bring myself to call her or anyone else that; it felt dirty. I asked her if she was my dirty whore for letting me fuck her like this. She whimper back, saying it over and over. “I’m your whore.”

A rush of adrenaline hit from her hearing her words, and I pounded my cock harder. I don’t know what came over me when I shouted, “I’m cumming inside of you, you whore!” The words felt like gravel in my mouth but still aroused me. I thrust my cock deep inside her, spewing a gallon of cum up her snatch.

She collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air as a stream of cum oozed from her cunt.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Cooper?” I asked, watching my cum form a puddle on the bedspread. She mumbled, "Yes," incoherently as she nodded. “And you can stop with the Mrs. Cooper shit. From now on, I’m your whore.”

“I can’t call you that. Anyone for that matter.”

“All of this must have shocked you. It’s just that I haven’t been with anyone since before the divorce, and different women like different things. Gary called me that a few times, and things progressed to spanking and hair pulling. I liked how it increased his arousal, and he’d fuck me harder. I liked it, but just because I like having my hair yanked and called a whore doesn’t mean your girlfriend will.” I muttered sheepishly that I didn’t have a girlfriend.

“With that cock? I would think the girls would be lining up. Until then, we can keep doing this anytime you want.”

“Doesn’t this square things up between us?”

“I left your money downstairs by the door. Don’t forget to take it.”

“I thought this was…”

“No. That wouldn’t be fair to you. You already worked hard earning that money. Consider this a bonus, and I’ll let you know up front the next time I don’t have the cash so we can work something out.”

I would have gladly forgotten about the money as long as I could keep getting laid. I started about all the other single moms that I hadn’t paid yet: Mrs. T, with her petite little body and giant titties. Thinking about her caused my cock to stir, which caught Sally’s eye. She asked what I was thinking.

“Aren’t you friends with Mrs. T? She owes me for doing her lawn too. Do you think you could put a bug in her ear?”

“Oh, you dirty boy. Not till I’m done with you. Now climb up here and fuck me again,” she said in a raspy, sultry voice.