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Mowing Mrs. Peterson's Lawn


By billy69boy


My neighbor, Mrs. Peterson, lived down the block from me in a small house that had a secluded backyard. One summer she hired me to keep her lawn mown, as her husband was going to be away for most of the season. She was a very sweet person and always seemed cheerful, despite being on her own for long stretches of time while her husband flew all over the world as some sort of sales rep. She told me her cats kept her company and besides, she was a Registered Nurse and she worked full time at the local hospital.

I actually enjoyed walking over to her place once a week to mow her lawn. Sure, I enjoyed the extra spending money I earned, but I had another reason for wanting to perform this particular chore for her: she had an electric lawn mower. So, what was so special about that? Well, it was easy to use, nice and light, and it was quiet. In fact it hummed just like one of her purring cats: or maybe it vibrated, which would probably be a better description. And to make matters even better, the handle lined up level with my crotch.

I had a regular routine that I followed all the time. I would always start with her small front yard and get it out of the way first. I would mow it in about ten minutes as properly as I could, so no one going by would notice anything unusual. By "properly", I mean that I kept my arms out straight, with the handle of the mower well out in front of my body.

But the backyard was another story:

First of all, it was about four times bigger than the front yard, and it was completely fenced in on three sides, with the house itself blocking the view from the front. So, off I would go, mowing along, knowing that I was surrounded by total privacy. It didn't take long for my arms to bend back far enough until my junk rested directly on the vibrating handle. I had only just discovered the joys of playing with myself a few months back, and so I would be sporting a stiff erection very quickly. I could feel the tingles and the arousal right through my shorts and underpants, and it felt so good. I would keep mowing the whole time as I encouraged the lawn mower to keep the intensity at a high level. I was determined to complete the entire back yard before succumbing to the ultimate ejaculation that would follow soon after I was finished mowing. Now that I'm older, I realize that I was "edging" all the while, before I had any idea that there was an actual term for it.

Finally, when all the grass was cut, I would continue to tease myself by delaying my reward even further: I would make sure the long electric extension cord was properly rerolled and the mower was put back in its place inside the shed. I would do the last bit with my shorts pulled down enough so that I could release my hemorrhaging cock to the light of day.

My work completed, it was now time to reward myself for another job well done. I always made sure that I would start the job right after lunch time, knowing that Mrs. Peterson didn't get home from her hospital shift until after three in the afternoon. I usually sat on the picnic table, with my feet flat on the picnic bench below. I would whip off my sweat drenched t-shirt and drop my shorts and underpants down around my ankles. I always faced the back of the house for the most privacy. I figured it was possible that someone might be peeking through a hole in the fence. So I faced the house in complete confidence, certain that no one would catch me lying back naked; masturbating, and blowing my intense young load all over the ground. (Some days I would be so worked up that I wasn't sure if I would ever stop cumming.)

Except one day I was wrong.

On this particular summer day, I was in no particular hurry after finally cumming. I lie back and continued to play with myself as I gradually caught my breath. I looked up at the clear blue sky above me, and took in the sounds of the birds and the occasional car driving by out front. Finally, I sat up and reached down for my white briefs and looked directly into the back picture window. There stood Mrs. Peterson looking straight out at me. She was in her white nurse's uniform and holding one of her cats in her arms, gently caressing his neck.

I froze. The look on her face was one of bewilderment: neither negative nor positive. Stunned and embarrassed, I didn't know what to do next. I felt overwhelmed and full of shame. I just wanted to find a hole in the ground and jump in. I'm sure it only took a few seconds before I hurriedly pulled my shorts up and jumped down from the picnic table, wondering how long she had been standing there in the window. By then she was at the back door, calling my name:

"Norman? Come inside please," she said calmly but sternly. I obeyed, picking my wet shirt up off the ground and hurriedly put it back on as I walked towards her. It was very uncomfortable and it stuck to my sweaty body, but at least it offered some comfort as a barrier between us.

"I'm very sorry, Ma'am," I stammered out as best I could, "I…I didn't expect you home from work so soon."

"Hmmm, yes, well, I left work early so I could get my car into the mechanic's shop today. He just dropped me off a few minutes ago," she told me in a rather flat tone of voice, even though she owed me nothing in the way of an explanation.

"Sit down, Norman," she said, motioning to the kitchen chair with a nod of her head. I sat down nervously, while she casually leaned on the edge of the table above me, still massaging her cat's neck and head. I looked down at the floor, but I could feel her piercing eyes burrowing holes in the top of my head like lasers.

"That was quite a performance you put on out there, young man."

It was so nice of her to notice, I thought, shuddering visibly. I said nothing, but I could feel my face turn beet red. After a rather long and seemingly interminable silence, she managed to blurt out:

"Have you been doing that for very long?"

I could tell she didn't know quite what to say. I wasn't sure if she meant 'in general', or just at her house, so I managed a shrug, and offered:

"No, not really…I guess…well, yes I suppose so," trying but failing to give her a straight answer. Luckily, she just let out a laugh, but she put her free hand over her mouth and tried to stifle it. I was even further embarrassed, yet I sensed a certain weight being lifted from this difficult situation.

"I'm sorry, Norman, I don't mean to make you any more uncomfortable than you already are," she explained as sensitively as she could. It did make me feel a little more at ease.

"So, tell me something, Norman," she said, reverting back to her 'preachy' tone, "what would your mother say if she knew what you were doing out there on my picnic table?" I finally got the courage to look up at her.

"She would probably beat my butt!" I offered, as if I could somehow gain her sympathy.

"I see, well…what makes you say that?" she kept on.

"I guess 'cause…uh…'cause touching yourself down there is a sin in our religion," I explained.

"Oh, I understand, so you're saying that your mom beats your butt every time you do something sinful?"

"No, no, we have Confession for that. But she'd probably whup my ass because she would be embarrassed to find out, you know, that you saw me doing it," I told her.

"Hmmm, well what if I substitute for your mom and spank your, ahh, bottom for her? That way, you get your proper punishment and we don't have to tell your mom what happened outside."

Before I had a chance to say anything, she looked down at her uniform and saw that it was covered in cat hair.

"Oh, Muffin! Look at me!" She put her cat down and started frantically brushing off her chest and her waist, to no avail.

"Ugh! I just got this uniform out of the cleaners, and now look at it!" she moaned, "Here, help me get out of this thing."

She spun around, leaned back towards me and pointed at the long zipper that traveled down her back and down to the middle of her rear end. I quickly obliged, and soon she stood up straight, holding the front of the dress to her bosom and strode off to her bedroom. Just thinking of Mrs. Peterson taking off her uniform and changing into something else caused my ever eager pecker to twitch and come to life. I didn't have to wait long for her to emerge wearing her white summer robe over top of her underthings.

"Sorry, I didn't want to keep you waiting long, so I just threw this little thing on for now. I hope you don't mind," she explained. I said nothing, as I felt my eyes lock onto her noticeable cleavage, but not before I caught her glimpsing my ever growing penis underneath my shorts. She surprised me by sitting down on a chair next to mine rather than standing and leaning against the table like before. She turned her chair towards me, and then with a sly smile, she pulled a hairbrush out of the pocket of her robe and put it on the table.

The brush didn't register at first, mainly because I was focused on her chest. Her robe was tantalizingly open above her belt and I could easily see the outline of her full breasts straining against her thin bra. By now I was completely entranced and I couldn't stop staring at them. She grinned as she made no secret of allowing her robe to fall open and expose the edges of her bra. She wasn't an overly large woman, but there was no question she fell into the category of 'big-breasted', at least in my book. Maybe it was just because her waist was so skinny that it made her boobs look big.

And then she reached for the hairbrush, spreading her legs in the process enough so that she made sure I caught a nice long look at the dark patch of hair barely hiding behind her white panties. She managed to regain my attention by repeatedly slapping the hairbrush into the palm of her other hand. I finally took notice of the hairbrush and saw that it looked like an antique or an heirloom: it seemed to be made of heavy porcelain with a painting of two deer grazing in the woods on the back of it. It was almost square in shape with a silver handle.

She reached out and playfully slapped my thigh with it a few times. I winced a little, and she just laughed and put the brush down on the table, saying something about saving it for later. I cocked my head and frowned, still not comprehending yet.

"I owe you a spanking, remember?" she was so nice to remind me: "this hairbrush gives good spankings." She got no more specific than that, as she took notice of my glaring eyes. I had never really thought of Mrs. Peterson in 'that way' before. She was always the nice nurse lady who lived down the street; she had a decent figure and she seemed to keep fit. She was only a little older than my mom. But now I had a completely different view of her, both as an attractive woman as well as a sexual being.

"I take it you like what you see?" she once again interrupted my reverie. I looked up and blushed.

"Oh, er, sorry!" I responded weakly, looking away.

"Do you like them?" she persisted, as she purposely arched her back and presented them for my viewing pleasure.

"Well, y…yes! Of course!" I blurted out. She laughed in delight.

"I kind of figured as much, seeing as how you don't seem to be able to keep your eyes off of them," she giggled as she shook her shoulders back and forth a couple of times. I could see that her nipples had gotten stiffer and they pushed against her tight fitting bra.

"Hmmm, I take it you've never seen any…uh…let's say, 'up close and personal'?"

I shook my head no: "uh…only in a couple magazines," I admitted.

"Well, would you like to see them?" she asked outright. I nodded enthusiastically, eliciting another chuckle from her. "But the only thing is, you will need another spanking on top of the first spanking, because you'll be doing even more sinful things, am I right?"

I couldn't disagree with her particular brand of logic, and she knew it, as a big grin appeared on her face.

"Well, for that matter, I'll be sinning too, so you'll have to spank me as well now, won't you?" she added.

She didn't wait for my response. She just untied her belt and opened her robe wide before letting it fall down each side of her chair. Her bra and panties were now in full view, within arm's length of me. My throbbing cock was straining to be released from the confines of my shorts, and she took notice.

"Looks like someone is eager to come out and play," she teased, as she leaned forward and offered me her bra-bound tits for my personal inspection.

"Touch them if you like," she said softly, even as her breathing began to get deeper in anticipation. I reached out and grazed them with the backs of my fingers, sending a tingle up her spine as well as mine. I could see that her nipples were even harder now as they strained to be released from the stifling prison of her bra. Her legs opened wider as she planted her feet flat on the kitchen floor and leaned in towards me. She said nothing and her eyes were closed as she drew her arms behind her back and locked her fingers together.

I needed no further encouragement: I gently caressed her firm orbs with my fingertips, running them over her nipples again and again until they literally pulsated under my touch. I cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently at first, but I got up the courage to squeeze them harder, kind of like I really meant it and she just moaned and sighed and kept her eyes closed, as if she wanted to be surprised by my next move. I did my best not to disappoint: I started running my index fingers around the edges of her bra and then slipped them underneath the material wherever I could fit them. She thrust her jiggly mounds out towards me as if to show her approval, but when I switched tactics and took her straining nipples between my thumbs and fingers and twirled them around, she actually jumped up out of her chair in reaction. Emboldened, I began to pinch them and tease them until her nipples finally could take no more. She quickly brought her hands around, took hold of my wrists and pulled my hands away. Now it was her turn to blush, and I remember how hot she looked at that moment. It was the first time I ever saw a woman completely turned on, and it was a beautiful sight to behold.

"Well, ahh," she hesitated as she unabashedly felt up her breasts over top of her bra, "wow, that was…hey, we need to get you out of those tight clothes!" She motioned for me to stand up, and she gasped out loud when she got face-to-crotch with me. My swollen member was about ready to erupt as it swayed in front of her after she silently pulled my shorts and briefs down to my ankles. She helped me to take my t-shirt off, and then she pushed me back down in my seat. She then wrestled my clothes off over my sneakers. She took a long look at my erection, but she didn't touch it.

"I guess now that you're naked, it's only fair that I at least remove my bra," she reasoned in another example of her charming version of logic. Turning around in her chair, she asked me to unhook it for her. When she turned back around to face me, she was holding the loose bra in front of her with her arm.

"Would you like to pull the straps down off my shoulders?" As I obliged, she dropped her arm and allowed her bra to fall away, and her bobbing breasts swung free as my eyes grew wide. She blushed again and her smile was at once humble yet naughty.

"Like 'em?"

I nodded my approval and I reached out with my hands, but she put her hand around my neck and pulled my face down until my lips touched her fabulous charms. She wiggled her upper body and bounced them around until her nipples grazed my mouth. With her other hand, she reached between my legs and wrapped her fingers around my already spasming penis. I could feel it wanting to explode, but I managed to hold off. I wondered if all that edging I did when I mowed her lawn was paying off.

The more I sucked her beautiful mounds, the harder she squeezed my shaft, and I finally had to stand up to take some of the pressure off. She looked up at me and patted the table, signaling me to sit on it. She guided me down onto my back and slid her chair between my legs. Her face was now inches from my vulnerable rod. She took me in her hand once again, and stroked my cock slowly and teasingly before leaning forward and covering the head with her saliva. I thought I might have been struck by lightning; such was the jolt of electricity that surged through my body. Before I knew it, she had wrapped her lips around my screaming member and took her hand away. As she accepted more of my shaft into her hot mouth, her hand reached under me and enveloped my ball sac. She squeezed and my ass jumped up, almost impaling her throat with my entire length.

Her sudden choking and gagging, along with my immediate apology caused the sexual tension to be disrupted, but far from extinguished. I kept apologizing, but she responded by shaking her head back and forth and waving her hand at me like it wasn't my fault. When she finally calmed down, I was sitting up and watching my shaft swaying in the air in front of her. She leaned forward and captured my cock between her breasts and began slowly pumping them up and down. She touched the tip of it with her finger and swirled it around before she got up enough guts to tell me straight up and without apology:

"I want to watch you cum again like you did outside today. Would you like to shoot all over my tits?"

Even though we were well into establishing a certain level of intimacy, she still shocked me with her direct, no-nonsense words. All I could manage was an enthusiastic nod of my head in response. She sat up straighter in her chair and arched her back as she secured my erection firmly in between her formidable tits. As she slowly raised and lowered her boobs up and down on my shaft, I squirmed around on the table, feeling my juices begin to bubble and work their way up to the boiling point. To make things even more difficult, Mrs. Peterson bent down and took her tongue to the head of my cock each time it popped up above her mounds, and I just couldn't hold back any longer.

She felt my legs tense up and heard my breathing turn into gasping, and she continued to pump my stiff manhood and lick my cock head until I exploded on her face, in her mouth and down her sweaty tits. It was by far the biggest and most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I had never spurted so much cum in my life. She tried her best to capture as much as she could in her mouth, but she seemed to enjoy wiping it off her face with her finger, and licking it off her breasts as she stared at me, her eyes bright and twinkling. She wasn't quite finished, as she boldly took my semi-erect penis and licked and sucked the remaining juice into her mouth.

Without warning, she jumped up out of the chair and pointed up at the kitchen clock.

"Oh my, look at the time!" she exclaimed, "it's getting late, and your mother is probably frantic that you're not home yet!"

I laughed and tried to calm her down, explaining that my mom down at the beach with some of her friends for the day. She calmed down and slid back down into her chair. I was up on my elbows on the table, but my crotch was still inches from her face. She seemed mesmerized for a long moment as she stared at my now almost flaccid penis. Finally, she looked up and noticed that I had been watching her the whole time.

"Oh. Sorry! But you still have to go now. I have things I need to get done," she stated a bit sadly. I was sad too all of a sudden.

"Well, what about that spanking?" I reminded her.

"Oh, yes, well we'll do that some other time, I promise!" Mmmmm, I thought, so there will be another time, but apparently I didn't just think it, I said it out loud. Mrs. Peterson laughed.

"Yes Norman, I think so," she assured me, "in fact, I'd like you to come by next Friday to mow the lawn again. Only I want you to show up later than usual, say a three o'clock start? I'll get home from work around three-thirty, and by then you'll have the front yard done, and be working on the back."

I nodded my approval, but I wasn't yet sure what her point was.

"You see, Norman, I want to be here in time to watch you lie back on my picnic table and…well…repeat your performance that you did for me today," she blurted out rather awkwardly, her face glowing red.

I cocked my head and shook it knowingly, but it was obvious to her that I wasn't getting it. Clearly frustrated with me, she grabbed me by the balls and I sat up immediately. While tightening her grip, she looked me straight in the eyes:

"I want to watch you pull down your pants and let your stiff cock bounce free. I want to see you lie down on your back and stroke it until it shivers in anticipation. I want to see your hand wrap around it and pump it for all it's worth until you blow your semen all over the place. And I want to be standing in front of the window naked while you do it!"

Satisfied that she finally got me to understand, she picked up her robe and walked towards her bedroom, commanding me over her shoulder to get going.

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It seemed like next Friday would never arrive. It was all I thought about day and night. I had a million jerk off sessions just thinking about our next meeting. Finally, the time came: there I was finishing off the front yard and heading around back. I could hear her car pull into the driveway above the hum of the electric mower before I was halfway done the back yard. My cock was already standing straight up, even without the help of the vibration of the mower handle that I usually used for stimulation. I disciplined myself to keep from looking towards the window when I walked by. I pictured her in my mind, standing inside completely naked; drink in hand and arms crossed as she watched me mow her lawn. I could feel a damp spot forming in my underwear, and I hadn't even made eye contact with her yet.

Finally done, I made a slight change in my "routine". Before I wound up the cord and put the mower back into the shed, I pulled my shorts and briefs complete off first. My prized possession proudly shot straight up like a flag pole. I pretended I heard a gasp coming from inside, and I secretly smiled to myself. I made a minor production out of wrapping up the electric cord just so, and I purposefully went slower than usual. She had been very clear about what she wanted to see, so why shouldn't I tease her a bit in the process?

Finally, I couldn't delay any longer. I stripped off my damp t-shirt and I climbed up on the picnic table and faced the window. I glanced in the direction of the house for the first time, and there she was: standing right up against the picture window, naked promised. She smiled and waved at me before taking her place at the kitchen table. I pretended not to notice her and just went about my business as she had requested. I knew it wouldn't be long before all hell broke loose, and I guess she realized the same thing. My strokes became faster and more intense, and I felt that familiar clenching up of my legs, and before I knew it, Mrs. Peterson was leaning over the picnic table and wrapping her steaming hot lips around my girth and eagerly swallowing my load as it gushed forth. I pulled my hand away and let her take control.

She didn't stop swallowing until every drop of cum had been cleaned off my shaft. Her smile was so wide, and her eyes had a dreamy look to them. She seemed like a proud young girl who had just given her first blow job. Of course, I was the one losing my innocence and not her, but I felt proud right along with her.

Without a word, she helped me down, picked up my clothes, and led me back into the house. We made our way directly into her bedroom and she bent me over the bottom of her bed. It was only then that I caught sight of her hairbrush.

"It's time for that spanking!" she announced, and without warning, she stood over me and slapped my ass with that heavy porcelain brush of hers. It stung like hell, and I couldn't help but slide around to avoid her direct hits, yelping the whole time.

"Oh, so you thought I was k**ding?" She laughed but showed no sign of easing up.

"OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! STOP IT! PLEASE!" I was reduced to begging, such was the intensity of her full on strokes.

"Okay, okay," she laughed, "but there's one more thing before we stop. Climb up on the bed and get on your knees."

I did as instructed and awaited her next command; the stinging of my ass cheeks still quite apparent.

I nodded as I assumed the position. She told me to keep my knees together and to rest my head on my arms. I wasn't sure what to expect next, but I felt completely vulnerable and exposed. As long as she didn't spank me anymore, I figured I was ahead of the game, although I did notice that somehow my sore tender ass seemed to have something to do with my already stiffening shaft.
As soon as my knees touched, her hands were all over my smooth ass, applying a cool cream lotion all over. It felt so soothing I let out a low groan of appreciation. Just as I began to relax, I felt her delicate fingers gently spreading my cheeks and slipping some of the lotion up and down my crack. I didn't understand what she was doing at first: I had never thought of my ass in a sexual way before then. So, I was kind of confused at her actions and then I squirmed around when I felt her hot breath on my dark spot.

Sure enough, her tongue found its mark, lightly running the tip of it around my anus as she teased it with her fingertip at the same time. I was in shock, even as her playful tongue action increased to penetration. Her darting tongue delved deeper and deeper into my rectum as she stretched my cheeks apart as wide as they would go. I was kind of embarrassed at first, but the way she went about shamelessly sucking my tight young virginal ass made me get over my timidity in a hurry.

Just when I couldn't imagine things getting any more intense, she reached under and took hold of my spasming cock, pumping it feverishly while she easily buried her index finger to the hilt deep into my ass. That did it for me: my body bounced and jerked around and shuddered uncontrollably as I came all over her hand and onto her bedspread. The intensity was incredible, and my orgasm lasted for a long time before I collapsed flat out onto my face. As I struggled to catch my breath, she climbed up and lay next to me, holding me softly in her arms. We didn't move for several heavenly minutes. I was floating gently, in a state of bliss, just thinking about everything that had just happened. I was the first to speak:

"I'm sorry about my uh…well about your uh…you know: about your bedspread and all," I managed weakly.

She giggled and assured me that she didn't mind at all, saying in a knowing voice that she would…uh…take care of it later. And then she totally changed the subject:

"I spoke with your mom today."

I pulled away from her and shot straight up into a sitting position. A look of horror covered my face. She just chuckled.

"Relax, Norman. I called her while you were busy mowing my back yard."

Seeing as how that bit of information didn't exact make me exhale a sigh of relief, she laughed again.

"I told her how hard you work for me all the time and what a good job you do. I said I wanted to reward you by taking you out on our boat down at Grayson's Inlet. I thought you might enjoy being my deck hand." She stopped right there, letting it all sink in. Finally, I turned to look at her.

"And?"

"Oh! And she said 'Yes', of course. We'll leave at dawn tomorrow morning. We'll spend the day out on the ocean. We'll have a floating picnic. And then we'll stay at our shore house overnight, and be back home by Sunday night. How does that sound to you?" She had that playful but naughty look in her eyes.

"Are you k**ding me? It sounds awesome! What should I bring?" I asked.

"Oh, you don't have to bring much of anything, really. Just your bathing suit and a change of clothes. We'll get all the food and drinks down there before we board. Ever been sailing out on the ocean, Norman?"

"Never!" I blurted out enthusiastically.

"You're going to love it! I'll pick you up at six o'clock sharp and we'll be off. We should arrive at the marina by eight or so, have breakfast and change into our bathing suits, load up the supplies, and be on the open water by ten," she explained enthusiastically.

"I can't wait!" I replied with genuine enthusiasm.

"Now get out of here. Your mom said you could only go if your chores are up to date, so don't delay! I'll see you at six," she reminded me as she helped me to get dressed.

That night I lay in bed wide awake, thinking about the weekend ahead. Some questions came to my mind: I wondered what Mrs. Peterson might come up with next? I thought of her hairbrush and what it might be like to spank her bare bottom like she did mine. Maybe she'd let me rub lotion on her tender ass: perhaps she'll want me to finger it and lick it too. And what about that mysterious part of her body that she kept hidden underneath that patch of dark hair between her legs? I knew the answers would have to wait until tomorrow, so I rolled over and tried to get some shut-eye. But not until I took care of my immediate stiff needs.