My First Job

After my father was sent to prison for a DUI multiple fatality we were facing eviction because we were late on the rent. I have two sisters, both younger and my mother told me that I had to get a job to help (I was 16). We lived in a rental house, because we had a dog and we had three bedrooms and two baths. But without my father's salary my mother just could not pay the rent.

The owner was a retired man, nice and all, and up to then had always been really nice. But after three months he filed for eviction. He came to the house and my mother was up front with him and she told him that I needed a job and if he could use me then maybe that would help with the rent. She had me stand up and then told me to go to my room and show Mr. X my yearbook. My mother walked with us and she pulled the door closed.

Everyone tells you that sixty year old men can't get it up. He got it up and he wanted it frontwards and backwards, first missionary on my back and then he wanted to get on my back and drill me that way. The truth is I liked it on my stomach better, he got deeper and I got wetter and I popped and had an orgasm from fucking. He never asked me to blow him or jerk him, he wanted it right in, what he called the tunnel of love.

We got half off on the rent and he came by a couple of times a month.