Good Neighbors Ch. 08

"Yep. Mom sort of had this smile on her face all next morning that never really went away," Benjamin added, "It was really weird. I knew something was up. She was so happy in a different sort of way."

Jeff grew serious and asked, "You're a-an adult woman. Is it normal for a grown adult woman -- a mother -- to smile and be so . . . mellow just because they've- well -- been, well - satisfied?"

I managed to pick my jaw up off the floor at this point and actually managed to pull myself upright in the bed with the help of their strong hands. I patted the bed on either side of me inviting them to sit. Still more man-sauce trickled out of me. And then I smiled. I'm sure my smile was identical to the blissful, half-baked smiles Liz and Abbie displayed the morning after these two studs received their first lessons. It took a lot of energy for me to smile.

"You know," I began, "Your mothers lost a lot when your fathers died. They put everything they had into raising you. They went ten years during the prime of their lives without a man to keep them warm at night, without anyone to hold them."

I shifted slightly and another trickle of their goodies seeped out. I drew a deep breath and continued, "I think they deserve to get a really weird smile on their faces. They earned it, don't you think?"

Benjamin and Jeff gazed at me in silence for a very long moment until Jeff finally broke the silence, saying, "You know you're smiling just like my mom did."

Benjamin snorted and added, "Yeah, my mom had that same smile too."

"Well, you know, I've been through a rough time too," I countered. I know that smile they were talking about was still plastered across my face but I couldn't have wiped it off my face right now for anything.

"Hope we weren't too rough on you - but we both sort of thought you needed a little extra -- um, attention what with your husband being gone and all. Abbie- er Mrs. Haffenshaft told me you were coming out of your grieving and we wanted to help," Benjamin explained.

I groaned through my goofy smile and said, "That was definitely a little extra!" My little groan caused another trickle to run out of me. I didn't know my pussy could hold so much. I didn't know these two could produce so much cum. I shifted gently on the bed and decided there was still a bit of their spunk inside me.

"You two could have told me you already knew," I chide them.

"What! And miss out on an entire afternoon with hottest, most gorgeous woman on Lusitania Drive? You have to be kidding us both," Benjamin screeched out in a voice that bordered on hysteria.

"You sound like you've been looking forward to this," I said, taken aback by Jeff's excitement.

"Since we were thirteen!" Jeff snapped, his face turning red.

"Thirteen? Both of you? What are you talking about?" I blurted out in shock. I felt my confidence and my pride had already been lovingly stroked by these two for the entire afternoon. Now they were telling me they had wanted to do this since they were thirteen.

It was Benjamin's turn to do the explaining this time. "Do you remember when we first started to work on that old cherry tree?" he began, "Well, that very first Saturday you were wearing a bikini top and a really sweet pair of short shorts."

"They were hot pink!" Jeff blurted out and then added timidly, "The shorts, I mean."

"And you came out probably every twenty minutes to check on us. You kept asking us if we needed something to drink and if we needed to rest," Benjamin resumed.

I did remember. At the time I thought they were a bit young to be wielding axes and chopping away with spades and saws. I was afraid they might chop a toe off or hurt their backs with all that heavy straining and lifting.

"Yeah," I told them, still clueless as to where this story was going.

"Well after you asked the second time, Jeff and I talked and we agreed to take a rest the next time you asked," he told me with a smile. "It paid off. You went back in the house, brought us a couple of sodas, sat with us and even sat on the patio with us while we drank our sodas."

Jeff interrupted excitedly again, this time saying, "You have no idea how hot you looked in those shorts as you walked to the house for our drinks!"

Benjamin gave his friend a 'thanks a-lot, idiot!' look before continuing, "Anyway, you have no idea how big an impression you made on us. I mean, we were only thirteen but Mrs. -- Silver Fox," he said, catching himself, "You were so hot and I think Benjamin and I both just about exploded right then and there. I know it was all I could think about for a week -- until we came back to work on that stump for another Saturday."

"It took you several Saturdays to get that stump out. You both worked so hard at it. I remember that," I told them.

"Yeah," Benjamin and Jeff said in unison and smiled.

For a split second I thought their smiles looked a lot like the smile I'd had just a minute ago -- and the same smile they had seen on their mothers' faces the morning after their fateful dance lessons. A big old light bulb suddenly lit up for me!

"Oh my goodness!" I shrieked, "Did I have that sort of effect on you both?"

"Why do you think we took so long to get rid of that stump? Those were some of the most wonderful, glorious days I have ever had in my life!" Jeff added.

"I can remember ever single outfit you wore on every one of those Saturdays," Benjamin said dreamily.

"My favorite was when you wore the hot pink short shorts that first time. They fit you so . . . so well," Jeff added dreamily.

Benjamin chimed in then, still in full-on dreamy mode, "There was a polka dot bikini top that I remember. There wasn't much room for polka dots on it!"

I wasn't at all sure how to respond to hearing them practically relive their memories of me. I mean, I was taking all they said as a huge compliment. It was certainly doing wonders for my ego after grieving for so long, but how do you say thank you to two young men who have just told you, to put it politely, that you were the inspiration for their wet dreams (or more) during puberty?

Jeff helped to change the mood before I had to say anything.

"You don't honestly think it took us almost two months to get that stump out, do you?" he asked.

"Well . . . it was a big job," I countered.

"It was hard work and it took us a lot of hours, but it wasn't that big a job, we just enjoyed being with you and seeing you so much that we -- well, we didn't hurry," Benjamin added.

"If you remember, we never did charge you very much," Jeff said, "We would have felt -- well, dishonest if we'd taken very much money for the chance to -- well . . . spend time with you."

"I suppose I'm glad you finally got to make your dreams come true," I told them both.

Each had a hand stroking my back and shoulder. I was still holding onto each of their other hands or I'm sure my nipples would have been pinched to full attention by now. I suddenly realized as I glanced from Benjamin on the one side of me to Jeff on the other that I was in serious danger of suffering another assault on two fronts. Another minute and I'm certain they would be kissing me, fondling me to distraction again.

I squirmed my bottom on the towel, felt yet a bit more of their youthful enthusiasm trickle out of me and decided it was either now . . . or . . . in another hour or so. I decided reluctantly that another hour would be too much and all night trapped between these two marauders might not be enough. Besides, they each needed to go home and have a frank conversation with their own mothers.

"I think it's high time you went home and had a long heart-to-heart with your mothers!" I announced suddenly. I gave their hands a firm squeeze to shake them out of whatever spicy adolescent fantasies going through their heads.

"And after you have talked to your mothers, I think you should both pack a few clothes and switch addresses -- at least until you go off to college in August," I added.

I shrugged my shoulders lightly, tugged at their hands to make them stir and watched as they rose from either side of me.

"Please promise we'll see you again," Benjamin turned and said when he was at the foot of the bed.

I grinned and managed to stifle most of my giggle. My mind was already at work on that.

"Well, I think we need to keep it to one person per visit, but I am looking forward to more visits," I told them, and then added, "You know, I remember that polka dot bikini and I still have it. There were only two polka dots on the bottom too. And those hot pink short shorts are still in my closet somewhere. If I remember correctly there was a matching top that went with it and it was awfully short. I'll see if I can dig them out for you two boys. I believe I may still owe you for all that hard work you did when you were thirteen. You may have been underpaid."

"You'll be okay, won't you?" Jeff asked as they turned at the doorway for one last look at my naked, cum-crusted body.

"I'm just a poor old widow woman. It may take time but I'll recover," I told them with a ring of mock-pitiful resignation in my voice.

"You're not a poor old widow woman," Benjamin told me.

In unison they both parted saying, "You're the Silver Fox."