First time posting, be gentle with me.

I was perusing the marketplace ads looking for someone willing to scrape the moss off the roof of our shed. Our lives were just too busy for my husband or I to have time to do this. We live in a “college town” as they are called with two major universities and several smaller colleges so being the end of august it was the perfect time to look for these handyman-type jobs as all the students were looking for work.

I scrolled through ad after ad and finally one caught my attention. All it said was “college student looking for odd jobs. Hoping for ongoing arrangement. Very unusual request. Message for more details.” My interest was piqued so I sent a quick message saying what I was looking for.

Days went by and I finally got a response:

Hi, thank you for responding to my ad. I’m interested in providing the services you are asking. I have a unique circumstance and I understand if you are not wanting to continue. Long story short, my mom left when I was born and I have done some intensive therapy to overcome this. Recently a counsellor suggested I find a “surrogate” for nursing. It provides me with the comfort my mom did not provide. I had a surrogate in my home town for the last couple of months and it’s been great. But I have moved here for school and need a new one. I will provide odd jobs as a method of payment as I cannot afford to pay cash for it. Please let me know if you are interested but I know this is strange.”

We decided he would come meet me and do the work and if I didn’t want to follow through with his request, I would simply pay him cash and wish him luck. He arrived the following week during my work from home day so I could be available with questions. He got to work right away and had amazing work ethic. We chatted a bit and I learned he was 18, had just graduated high school and started at the nearby university.

When he was done the work he came in and had some water and a snack. He was a very cute young man with shaggy blond hair and a fit physique. Apparently he was on the swim team. I could tell he was wondering about payment so I took the lead. “Would like to move to the couch for your payment?” I asked.

I asked him to come back the following week and said I would have some tasks ready for him. He arrived exactly on time, he was such a polite and punctual young man. When he completed his chores we once again settled on the couch and he went about his therapy. This time my pussy began to moisten instantly. I tried to relax and think of something else but the sensation was just too intimate and pleasurable. My letdown happened faster this time and soon he was swallowing and moaning. “Good boy, take mommy’s milk” slipped out of my mouth. His moan deepened.

The tent began to form in his shorts again. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want him to get shy and run away this time. I placed my hand on his bulge and said “I don’t want you uncomfortable. You can take it out.” He looked at me, and slowly pulled his shorts and down, and then his boxers exposing the most beautiful 7 inches of cock I had ever seen. Prominent veins and smooth delicate skin covering his throbbing dick, I couldn’t resist the temptation and I reached out and stroked it. “Good boy, that’s so good. Drink my milk and I will make you feel good. You’re my good boy.”

He continued sucking and soon I was matching my strokes of his cock with his draw from my breast. Within a few minutes I could feel his cock get even harder and he let out a moan and began shooting cum high into the air landing on both of us. I continued to stroke him lightly until he unlatched and quietly moaned/whispered “thank you, mommy.”

He left and once again my pussy was soaking wet. That was ok though, he seems so light when he left, that I knew what we were doing was working for him. I found myself already looking forward to his next visit.