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At one of the first big homes he took on he was surprised to find tall, blonde Jona in a tiny bikini lounging by the small swimming pool. He sat and joked with her for a few minutes and then her mother came out in a white two-piece suit and the girl introduced him to her. They shook hands and the woman gave him a wide smile. Tommy felt himself aroused. Jona's mother was a walking and talking centerfold in a suit cut high on her hips and low on her 38D breasts so they were bare at the sides. The tight suit clearly defined her thick-lipped sex and disappeared into the crack of her buttocks. When Tommy finished the big lawn of nearly an acre he knocked at the back door. Jona's mother opened the screened door and invited him in. "I'll write you a check," she said. She was wearing a very short, flowered robe and Tommy was petty sure that was all she was wearing. She was barefoot. She smelled good. "Did you know Jona at school?" she asked. "Sure. She and my sister are friends, cheerleaders." "That's nice," the woman said, letting her silk robe flap open and reveal her large breast with its dark tit. It hung down and wobbled as she wrote. "She's gone off to visit somebody, but she told me, well, told me something about you that interests me." The woman sat back and crossed her long legs, letting her short robe fall completely open. 'She said you were an exemplary lover and that you were hung like a horse." "Ma'am," Tommy, said, unable to take his eyes off her voluptuous body. He had not seen a woman like her except in Playboy, and he felt his cock swell in appreciation of her stimulating looks and her musky smell. There were creases in her stomach but she was otherwise smooth and taut as well as uniformly tanned, including her soft mound and firm jugs. "Do you have a few minutes?" she asked, leaning forward and putting her hand on his knee, both big jugs now fully bared, jiggling. He nodded. "But I'm all sweaty." "We could take a shower," she said. 'That might feel good. Come." He followed the woman up and into a big marble bathroom, stripped off his clothes and stepped into the huge shower with her while she adjusted the water that came from four spray heads. He had been right about the robe and now her lush body was bare and in his grasping hands. Tommy held her wide hips, and she leaned forward and rested her hands on the wall. He shoved his aching cock up into her cunt's puffy lips, in to the hilt in a single merciless thrust. The woman before him gasped and arched her back as water coursed over them, and Tommy closed off his mind and began, counting cadence in his head: one-two-three, one-two-four, one-two-five. Jona's mother came somewhere in the thirties after Tommy's fingers found her thick clit and pinched her nipples, and then she howled and spasmed again around seventy-five as Tommy speeded up toward a hundred strokes, smacking them wetly and loudly together. It was the way he and his sister had usually started on Saturday, a hundred just to warm up. When he reached his goal, he relaxed, leaned back and exploded up into the trembling woman, gob after gob of young sperm, firing until it squished out as he rammed his hot piston into her. The woman promised herself she would use the morning- after pill and turned to lick the boy's spent cock after rinsing them both with cool water. They went right from the shower to her bed, still dripping, and Tommy mounted between her wide spread legs and gave her twenty minutes of rollicking pleasure during which time Jona's mother came two more times, something she had never done in a life filled with much older lovers. "Enough, enough," she sobbed as the eager boy tried to get her to roll over, his rampant prong dripping with their mingled juices. "You can come back in two weeks. Do the lawn again." She gasped for breath and Tommy smiled at her as he found his clothes and tucked his pride out of sight. She stumbled from the bed, retrieved her little robe and made it down the stairs to the kitchen where she wrote Tommy a check for a hundred dollars as the head of his long prick peeked out from the bottom of his cut off shorts. By the time Tommy had lunch at home and got started on his second lawn of the day, the temperature was well up in the nineties and the word of his sexual prowess was spreading among the neighborhood women. When he finished the second lawn and went to get paid, he found himself invited in and offered a glass of lemonade by a young matron wearing a short-t-shirt which displayed half her stomach, a flowered bikini bottom that barely covered her pubic area, white high heels and a hungry look. She invited Tommy out on a screened porch that was well hidden behind heavy foliage and while he drank his lemonade, she got on her knees between his legs, opened his fly and dug out his young and soft cock, surprised by its limp length. She ignored the smell and taste of his sweat and sucked the boy's immature member into her soft and practiced mouth while she stroked it with one hand and coddled his firm balls with the other. It was, she believed, one of her very few talents, one that had helped her land a wealthy husband. When he was hard, she licked his cock's fiery head, smiled at him, peeled off her swimsuit bottom and knelt on her chaise lounge with her blonde head down and her firm ass high in the air. "Quickly, please," was all she said as Tommy stepped up behind her and eased his hard and rigid pike into her dripping channel. The woman was only 25, a high school beauty queen who had married a successful broker right out of junior college and found herself with a husband who worked 80 hours a week and came home too tired for romance. She had worn out three electric vibrators. After she climaxed and collapsed, Tommy flipped her over, stripped off her shirt so her could get at her lovely little breasts and fucked her missionary style while he savored her nipples and filled her with his sperm. When they were done, she wobbled to the kitchen and wrote him two fifty-dollar checks, backdating one. 'I'll be back when it needs cutting," he told her as he left her at the kitchen table, naked and dripping with his come, a happy smile on her lovely face. *** The next day, he only had one woman to service but three lawns to cut, but the day after that he was at another cheerleader's home and her randy mother, the girl's college-age sister and the young girl herself all demanded his attention. It took more than two hours but he was paid $150 for his efforts and left behind three happy women and a carefully trimmed lawn behind. That afternoon another young housewife hired him to do her lawn and cut back some bushes. When he was about half done, she appeared in some sort of tiny cotton playsuit and decided to sun herself. She lay on her stomach, peeled off her frilly top and called him over, clippers in hand, dripping sweat and admiring her lean body with its smooth muscles, mounded ass and trenched spine. She was already golden tan with no signs of strap mark paleness. "Do my back, please,' she said, sitting up and holding the scrap of patterned material to her full chest. "I don't want to burn." She had a fine pair of boobs which her parents had paid for when she was a freshman, taking her from a 32 A to a 34 B. They were very firm and shapely. She had wanted 36's but was now happy they had compromised. They were easy to clothe and very sensitive. Tommy oiled her back carefully and wondered if she needed more attention, his cock atremble. He went back to his hedge clipping. When he was done, he found the girl asleep on her stomach, head turned to the side, mouth open. He shook her shoulder and she sat up quickly blinking her eyes. Her bare breasts were right in his face so he licked one nipple, noting the marks the plastic straps had left on her pale skin. "Hope I haven't burned," she said as he nibbled and licked. 'I didn't mean to fall asleep." Tommy turned his attention to her other tit, and she seemed to notice what he was doing for the first time. "Oh," said, her hand in his hair, "that feels good." Tommy peeled off her buttoned shorts after she lay back on the chaise and then he licked her slit and sucked at her clit until she begged him to stop, leaking fluids. "Put some more of that stuff on me," she asked, raising one knee, her pink inner lips wet and glowing. The boy oiled her golden skin from ankles to ears with special attention to her mons, her belly and her wonderfully resilient breasts. Then he peeled off his shorts, got her legs up on his thighs and brought his eager ram to her puckered lips. "What are you doing?" she asked, blinking rapidly as he got between her outer lips and ran his cockhead up and down her slit. "Don't you want to?" said Tommy, mystified. She shook her head. "Uh, uh, I'm married." She bit her lower lip. "Please stop." She looked all around and pushed him away. "OK," Tommy said, putting his eager ram out of sight and ignoring his roiling balls. "I'm almost finished. Just got bag up the clippings." "Good," she said, closing her eyes but not her legs. Tommy tried not to look at the naked woman and did his job. When he was done and came back, he found her asleep once more and admired her firm breasts and cute pubic mound with its fuzzy nest of curls. He shook her awake and she stood, pulled on her shorts and shrugged into her top. He followed her into the house, tumescent and confused. "What do I owe you?" she asked as they stood inches apart. Tommy could feel her skin radiating warmth. "Twenty for the lawn and ten for the clipping," he said. "And how much for the body oiling?" She smiled at him, her top unbuttoned and revealing her high silicone breasts. 'It was a pleasure," the boy said. They smiled at each other and the woman turned her head a bit and kissed him on the mouth. He put his hands on her hips and kissed her back. Their tongues mingled and their bellies rubbed together. When the mouths parted, she said, "I couldn't do it outside. Someone might see." She tossed her top aside and Tommy pulled off his shirt. 'But your hands were so good, I just know you will be gentle." Her shorts fell to the floor andTommy stripped off his shorts, boxers and shoes. The woman backed up to a doorway and spread her feet apart. She looked down at the long white rod pointing up at her. "Ah," she said as its dark head nudged her furry mound. Tommy held her at the hips, bent his knees, stepped closer and drove his cock almost straight up into her. He missed on the first try but entered on the second and filled her completely. She stopped breathing normally and seemed to just exhale. She lifted her legs above his hips, one by one, and they rammed together in that doorway until Tommy came for the first time, jolting them both. Then she took him up to her bed, made him use a condom, several condoms in fact, and spent more than an hour finding out that he was hard to exhaust and easy to stimulate. "Next time," she said s she pushed him away, "next time, I'll rest up and be ready for you. After all you're a lot younger than I am. How old are you?" "I'm thirteen," Tommy said. "I'll be fourteen next month." He almost told her that he had skipped second grade but decided it did not matter. The woman fell back, giggling, and since he was still hard, Tommy mounted her and slipped his unsatisfied and unsheathed cock up into her sodden quim as he grasped her hips. He lunged atop her until he came again and then kissed her nipples and pulled his shaft out of her quivering grip. "See you next time," the boy said, picking up his clothes. "Wait," the woman said, getting to her wobbly legs, "I didn't pay you. It was twenty and ten and how much for the other, the oiling?" "Up to you," he said and she followed him down the stairs, naked, found her purse and gave him six twenties, with various fluids flowing down the insides of her trembling thighs. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 55