The Handywoman : Desperate Mothers

by Tori Westwood

Book Cover: The Handywoman : Desperate Mothers
Part of the Desperate Mothers series:

Handymen can sometimes be a bit intimidating to call, not just for women, but for younger guys too.  So, I set up The Handywoman business, and today I’m calling in to do some work for my son, Evan who recently moved out of home.

I guess a woman with a wrench really does it for him, because he’s reacting to me in ways he never has before.  Read how this handywoman gets very hands-on indeed as I treat my son to his first time.


I laughed.  “Come on, Evan.  You’re telling me you’ve never used the internet before?”

He looked downtrodden and I started to feel bad.

“What exactly do you want me to show you?”

“I’ve just … never even touched … it’s silly, Mom.  Sorry.  Forget it.”

“No, no, honey,” I pleaded, holding his wrist.  “I’m here for you.”

“You looked so pretty lay down there under the basin.  I could just kind of forget who you were for a moment and just focus on your … you know.  It got me kind of excited.”

“I can see that.  If it makes you feel any better, I was looking at what you had to offer too.”

“You were?”

I shrugged.  “It was just there.”

Evan seemed slightly relieved.  “I know!  Without seeing your face it didn’t seem wrong, you know?”  It was just like you were any other milf.”


“Umm, you know what I mean?”


“Mom I’d like to fuck,” I said.  “If I’m not mistaken?”

Evan laughed.  “Yeah, that’s it.”

“And would you?”


“Like to fuck?”

Evan took a deep breath.  His big chest rose with his broad shoulders.

“We can’t, can we?” he asked.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.  I’ll just have to satisfy my wet pussy another way.”

Fuck, what was I saying?  You just can’t talk to your son like that, can you?

“Wet?” Evan asked.

I nodded.  “I don’t stare at a big cock and not get wet.”


I nodded down at it.  “Come on, Evan, that thing looks pretty big from here.”

“You really think?”

“Gee, I’m not sure.  Why don’t you pull it out and let me take a real good look at it?”

Evan paused.

“I mean it.”

“Just, take it out?”

I nodded.  “Go ahead.”


“Here,” I told him.  “I’ll make it easier for you.”  I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and tossed it aside.  “It’s soaked anyway.  It needs to come off.”

He locked eyes on my breasts and froze.

“Is that doing it for you, stud?” I asked.  I took one of his hands.  “Here.”  I placed it right over my breast.  “That’s what those feel like.”

He squeezed and let out a sigh.

“Now come on,” I said.  “Show me.”

Evan took his hand off my breast and went to his pants quickly, unfastening them and opening the zipper.  He pulled them down and a giant, unblemished cock rose up out of them, all stiff and veiny.  It looked fresh out the packet.

“Fuck,” I hushed.  “I wasn’t wrong.”

“What do you think?” Evan asked, and he looked down with me.

“I think that’s one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen.”

“You think so?!”

“And I’m not just saying that because I’m your Mom.”

I dropped to my knees to stare at it closer.  Evan shuffled on the spot and went to put himself away.

“No,” I told him.  “Wait.”

He kept himself on display.

“I’m guessing no-one’s ever done this to you,” I said, and then I wrapped my hand around his cock.

His whole body went tense.  He stared down, caught between fright and arousal.

“Oh, Mom,” he hushed, bending forwards.

“I’ve not even started yet, honey,” I said, shuffling my hand over him slowly.


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