A Small Splash (Updated)
By JamieDuskbane1.
[google-translator]
The job was simple: skim leaves, check the pH levels, vacuum the bottom. Three times a week. Easy money. Yet every time Daniel stepped into her backyard, his throat tightened.
Lena often watched him from the kitchen window, her expression unreadable. One sweltering afternoon, she stepped outside, barefoot, holding two glasses of lemonade.
“You always work so quietly,” she said, handing him one.
Daniel wiped his damp palms on his shorts. “I–I don’t want to disturb you.”
Lena laughed, soft and tired. “This house is too quiet now. A disturbance might be nice.”
Something in her voice made him glance up. For the first time, he noticed how good she looked. Bronzed from days by the pool, toned from her tennis lessons.
That evening, as he finished up, he hesitated. “Do you…need help with anything else?”
Lena studied him, then smiled–really smiled. “No, Daniel! I was going to take a swim, actually. Care to join me?”
Daniel felt something shift, like the first ripple in still water. She was sexy, but she knew his mom, and well, there was another small issue. “I’m not sure. I should be getting back.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Lena removed the rope she was wearing and dived in. What Daniel hadn’t noticed before she dived in was that she was completely naked underneath.
Daniel gasped and looked away.
“The water’s great. Dive in!”
Through the ripples, Daniel could make out the outline of her ass.
“I haven’t got my trunks!”
“Ha – you don’t need trunks. Look at me – it feels better naked!”
Daniel blushing. “I can’t, Lena.”
Slowly, Lena climbed the pool steps. Her enhanced breasts glistened with ripples of water. She looked amazing for her age. Daniel felt a familiar stirring in his shorts. What are you doing? This is your mom’s friend.
“You’ve seen me – time for you to show me what you’ve got, Daniel. I’m a big girl – I can handle it. Get your big young cock out for me.”
Reluctantly, Daniel removed his shorts and boxers, revealing his little erection.
Lena’s first response was to gasp, but an amused smirk quickly followed this. “Oh my, that has to be the smallest dick I’ve ever seen… But I can tell you like me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be! Listen, my ex-husband and I didn’t have sex toward the end. In fact, no one has touched me in over two years. I need…something,” grabbing Daniel’s hand and placing it on her ass. “I want you to fuck me.”
Lena was in great shape; her ass gently bounced as she led Daniel by the hand through the patio doors and up the stairs to her bedroom.
They embraced and kissed passionately. Lena placed one of Daniel’s hands on her pussy.
“I need your tiny dick inside me, Daniel,” Lena said as she maneuvered herself onto the bed, resting her head on a pillow and arching her back. Daniel admired her juicy, round ass and perfect holes.
His cock was throbbing as he positioned himself behind her. He thought briefly about asking to eat one of her tasty-looking holes, but instead thrust his micropenis inside her. Slowly, he pumped in and out of her pussy.
“Are you?…are you in yet?”
Daniel continued thrusting; he could feel her warm wetness, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“Does it get any bigger, Daniel? I can barely feel you.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Oh, Daniel! Does your little babydick want to cum inside me already?”
“Yes”
Daniel explodes inside Lena.
“I’m so sorry, Lena. Please don’t tell anyone.”
Lena observes Daniel’s cum as it leaks from her pussy.
“What do you have to be sorry for? I get a kick out of making guys prematurely shoot their loads…You can’t hold that little guy back at all, can you? I just wish I had felt something, I’m used to much larger cocks than your tiny dick.”
Daniel started to gather his clothes, trying to process what had just happened.
“Will you not stay for that lemonade? Maybe you could try the other hole later?”
“I… I have to go.”
Lena escorted Daniel to the door. As he exited, Lena called out: “Don’t worry, Daniel! I won’t tell anyone about your tiny dick. This can be our ‘very little’ secret!”
*****
Daniel’s phone buzzed in his pocket for the tenth time that week. Another photo from Lena–this time, her sunhat tipped low, sunglasses hiding her eyes, bikini bottom to the side, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she lounged by the pool. “Miss having my little pool boy around,” the caption read.
He swallowed hard.
When he arrived the following Tuesday, she wasn’t inside waiting like usual. Instead, he found her kneeling in the garden, dirt smudged on her bare knees, her bikini top clinging to her back in the summer heat. She didn’t turn as he approached, but her voice was light.
“Took you long enough.”
Daniel adjusted his glasses, gripping the pool net like a shield. “I–I was just–”
“Relax,” she laughed, sitting back on her heels. Her fingers brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, leaving a faint streak of soil on her cheek. “I don’t bite…..”
He knew that wasn’t true. The photos she’d sent–some playful, some less so–had left his thoughts tangled. Some had instructions: “Jerk your little cock for me”, “Tell me how quickly you cum masturbating to these photos”
She stood, wiping her hands on her towel. “The pool’s looking good,” she said, stepping closer. “But I was thinking… maybe you could help me with something else today.”
Daniel’s pulse thudded in his ears. “Like what?”
Lena tilted her head, studying him. Then, with a slow smile, she reached out and plucked a leaf from his hair.
“My asshole needs attention,” she murmured. “I want you to eat it, then fuck it – let’s see how long you last there.”
Daniel exhaled.
“I do, but what about Mrs. Calloway next door? She’ll be out to water her roses at 5,” he said quietly.
Lena laughed, “Daniel, in about five minutes from now, I’ll have your cum dripping out of my ass – don’t worry about the neighbours.”
She walked over to the sun lounger and carefully peeled off her bikini bottoms. Bent over, she turned to Daniel and said, “Looks tasty, doesn’t it?”
Daniel couldn’t disagree as he slowly approached.
Her pink pucker winked at him as he got close. Inhaling deeply, he took in her scent. Working in the garden had given it a deep musk.
Lena looked back, smiling, “Worship my ass with your tongue, Daniel.”
The first taste was delicious, at once feminine and feral. He used his tongue to lap up and down her tight hole. He then used his hands to spread her cheeks and open her hole a little more. This allowed his tongue inside. Poking it in and out, he heard Lena start to moan softly.
“Fuck Daniel, tongue mommy’s asshole.”
He continued with renewed vigour, savouring the tastes and smells. His hands squeezed her big cheeks as he buried his face.
After five minutes of intense pleasure, Lena spoke:
“Be a good boy and go fetch my wand…top drawer next to my bed”
Daniel got up and navigated his way to Lena’s bedroom. Next to her unmade super king bed was a chest of drawers. Opening the top one revealed an array of vibrators – all large. He briefly allowed himself to compare his meagre penis against them. It was true, he would never be able to make her cum with his dick. He grabbed the wand and made his way back.
“Thank you, tiny! Your little dick looks ready. It’s time to fuck mommy’s ass,” Lena said, pressing the wand against her clit.
Lena’s entrance was wet and a little gaped from all the probing. It looked perfect. Daniel paused to admire its beauty before lining up his micropenis and slowly pushing it in. It felt so good, so tight around his small cock. He thrust in and out of her opening.
With her wand vibrating on her clit Lena started moaning loudly.
“Fuck!” An orgasm tore through her body. It caught her by surprise, although having her ass worshipped by Daniel and his pathetic cock had been a massive turn on.
Daniel couldn’t hold back either; he’d barely been inside Lena’s ass for 30 seconds, but he was about to ejaculate.
“Can I cum for you, mommy?”
“Fill mommy’s hole.”
Daniel exploded inside Lena. Huge jets of hot cum flooded her ass.
Looking back at Daniel, Lena smiled, “I know you wouldn’t last long there.”
“I’m sorry, it’s over so quickly, mummy,” Daniel said, blushing.
Lena fingered her hole, licking the cum off her fingertips.
“I take it as a compliment. Your microphallus really, really likes me.” Lena got up and went inside to fetch her robe.
*****
She escorted Daniel to the driveway, waving at Mrs. Calloway – who was watering her roses – on the way.
“I’ll see you on Thursday night.”
“Thursday? Why?” said Daniel, shocked as he wasn’t due to clean the pool for another week.
“Oh, didn’t your mother say your parents have invited me around for a summer party?”
Lena lent in. “Maybe we could fuck? We’d probably have to be quick, but that won’t be a problem for you, will it?”
*****
The backyard barbecue had dwindled to its intimate, wine-drunk core–just Daniel, his parents, and Lena draped over the patio loveseat like she’d always belonged there.
“God, Susan,” Lena sighed, swirling her third glass of pinot. “Remember Napa? That little vineyard with the–” She twirled her fingers, the gold bangles on her wrist catching the light. –“What was it, the herb-infused tasting room?”
Daniel’s mother burst into tipsy laughter, nearly spilling her drink. “Oh my god, Lena, yes–”
His father coughed into his beer.
Lena’s bare foot nudged Daniel’s under the table. “Your parents are fun, Danny,” she purred. “We’ve had some… memorable times.”
A beat.
Daniel’s stomach dropped.
His mother giggled, oblivious. “Lena got us into all the best places back then. Even that members-only club with the–”
“Private lounges,” Lena finished, her gaze locked on Daniel. “Very discreet.”
His father’s knuckles whitened around his bottle.
The air thickened. The citronella candle between them guttered.
Lena stretched, slow and deliberate, the neckline of her dress slipping dangerously low. “You know,” she mused, “it’s funny how life circles back. First your parents… now you.”
Daniel’s mother tilted her head, the ice cubes clinking in her glass. “Oh? What do you mean, Lena dear?”
“Nothing,” Lena smiled, kicking Daniel’s shin under the table–hard. “Just thinking how lucky I am to know this family so… intimately.”
********
Daniel’s bedroom door clicked shut, sealing them in the dim glow of his desk lamp. The muffled noises of his parents tidying up seemed miles away.
Lena didn’t waste a second.
Her fingers made quick work of his belt buckle, the metallic clink unbearably loud in the quiet room. When her hand slipped inside his jeans, Daniel’s head thunked back against the door with a sound that made them both freeze.
“The little guy’s hard,” said Lena, gently rubbing a fingertip on the head of his cock.”Fuck me from behind on your bed!”
A voice from downstairs temporarily broke the moment.
“Daniel?” His mother’s voice. “You up there with Lena? We’re serving dessert!”
Lena’s grip tightened, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she watched him struggle to keep quiet. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. “Answer her, Danny. Tell her Lena’s serving some dessert up here.”
His hips jerked involuntarily. “Y-yeah, Mom!” His voice cracked. “We’ll… we’ll be down in a minute!”
A pause. Then, “Alright, don’t take too long!”
Lena bent over Daniel’s bed and quickly hitched her skirt up. Then, slowly and deliberate, she arched back into Daniel–taking him with her; his little cock slid in easily, ready for milking.
He shuddered against her in seconds–a sharp, gasping release. Lena laughed softly, the sound low and honeyed, and rocked her hips once… twice… savoring the aftershocks until Daniel, trembling, withdrew.
“Fuck, that was quick,” Lena murmured, her smile a slow, knowing curve. “Like father, like son, it seems. Although he has a much bigger dick.”
*******
The doorknob turned without warning.
Daniel barely had time to register the horror before his mother stood frozen in the doorway, her dessert plate slipping from her fingers with a ceramic crack.
Lena sprang back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Daniel fumbled with his zipper, his face burning hotter than the California sun outside.
But his mother wasn’t looking at their guilty expressions.
Her gaze was locked lower.
“Oh, Daniel…” she whispered, her voice trembling with maternal pity. “It’s… It’s so tiny.”
Daniel followed her stare down to where his penis–still hard, always small– was sticking out above his jeans during his frantic attempt to cover himself.
“No! Mom!”
“Don’t be ashamed, sweetheart,” she sniffed, already pulling out her phone. “We’ll call Dr. Rosenstein first thing Monday. They have procedures for this now.”
Lena bit her lip so hard that Daniel saw tears in her eyes. Not from embarrassment. From the sheer effort of not laughing.
“Susan,” Lena managed, voice shaking, cum dripping from her pussy “it’s fine – it works!”
A beat.
His mother squinted. “…Oh.” Another beat. “Well.” She straightened her blouse, cheeks flushing. “Dessert’s getting cold.”
As the door slammed shut, Lena finally lost it, collapsing onto his bed in hysterics. “Oh my God,” she gasped between laughs, “your mother knows you have a micro–”
Daniel buried his face in his hands. This wasn’t how he imagined the evening would end.
Somewhere downstairs, his father yelled: “Susan? Why are you Googling ‘penile enlargement’?”
Lena’s laughter turned positively demonic.
The End?
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