The Boys of Summer

Helen spent her morning washing dishes and look out her window at the park across the street. Not really paying attention to what she was doing, just watching the world go by. The dishwasher was empty, but was never happy the way some of the dishes never quite got clean. “I really should ask in for a new dishwasher”, Helen thought to her self.
“It’s been years since we got this one. Tommy was still in middle school when it came.”

Thump! Whap. Whap. Whap. WHAP! WHAP! Whap whap.

Helen jumped and startled out of her musing. A basketball had come from across the street and hit her garage door, a young man coming running after the ball. After retrieve it he gave a brief wave and a sheepish grin to Helen and ran back to the court. Helen finally noticed the number of young men playing basketball. She did a double take at the runner.

“Was that Bobby?!? Little Bobby Jacobsen from down the street?!? No, it couldn’t be not the same kid who skinned his knee on my sidewalk, but that was fifteen years ago when he was seven. The hair color is the same and that smile. It has to be him. He must be 21 or 22 now. He must be back from college.” Helen mind did the mental gymnastics of matching the past with the present day image of the man now playing on the court across the street.

Bobby must be back from college she thought. I suppose he goes by Robert or Bob by now. Who are those other boys? Wait … that’s Jimmy Lee…and Derek Cole… I don’t recognize the rest, but those other two are definitely Tommy playmates. Helen mind recalls the image of the three young boy and Tommy playing in the yard and drinking Kool-aid in her kitchen. “My God, they are so big now! The Years just fly by”

Thump! “ Damn it, LEE you have got to stop doing that! Aim your passes! Whap, whap, whap, squeak. This time it was Derek who retrieved the ball.

“Sorry. Mrs. C” his voice was deep and felt low purring across Helen’s skin. Helen just watched him in a dazed. “Oh My God! He is so big” Helen watched the muscles flex as he picked up the ball, then watched him seem to leap across the street back to the park. So young, so strong, so quick…

Images flashed through Helen’s mind. Her back up against the wall, her leg being held up by powerful arms, her panties hanging off her right ankle, her riding a fat thick cock, it pounding in and out of her and her screaming. Helen’s body trembling in a final explosion of delicious orgasm.

Helen shook herself. She looked down to see her hand had been scrubbing the same spot on a pan for the last five minutes. The pan was clean, very clean.