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"Johnathon, you better get out there and find a job. Your father and I have made sure you had your college tuition, but you have to earn your mad money."
"I have been trying, mom. There are just not that many jobs open with this pandemic."
"Mrs. Boston has been looking for someone to cut her grass. Why don't you go over there and see what she is offering."
"Okay. Okay, I will do that."
I walked over to Boston's home and rang the bell. I waited a long time, and I was just about to walk back home. The door opened a crack; Mrs. Boston with a towel wrapped around her head, and as far as I could tell, another towel wrapped around her. She crisply said, "Yes?"
"Mrs. Boston, I am Johnathon Wilson. My mom said you are looking for someone to cut your grass this summer."
She explained what she was willing to pay and wanted the service once per week. I told her I could do that, and when she told me the pay, I readily said that I thought that was reasonable. I also explained to her that I could only cut grass until the end of August, as I would be heading out to college.
"That would be fine, as my husband will be coming home from Europe at that time."
We had made our agreement, and she closed the door. Their door was one of those doors with glass inserts cut to let in light, but you had to look just right to see inside. I did just that, and she was walking away from the door, discarding the towel wrapped around her. I watched as her backside was totally exposed, and my only thought was, "Damn, what a sweet ass!" That image stayed in my thoughts as I walked home.
Week One
I knocked on Mrs. Boston's door, and she knew who it was and said, "I will open the garage door."
The garage door opened, and I went to the lawnmower. Mrs. Boston opened the internal door to the garage and stood on the top of the steps. She must have just got up as she was dressed in a short wrap-around robe which allowed for a lot of leg exposure. She said, "The gasoline is right there in the corner, Johnathon, and thanks again for doing this for me."
I started the mower engine, thinking about those legs the Mrs. was displaying. It certainly made cutting her grass seem faster. I finished in one hour, and I could see her watching me from the windows. She still had on that robe, and I didn't mind that at all. The sliding glass doors, through which she sometimes looked out at me, were incredibly nice.
When it is cool like this, it always went fast, but in a few weeks it would not be so pleasant with the summer heat moving in. I thought maybe I should slow down. I didn't want her to believe she overpaid for the job. I parked the mower in the garage and then got nosy. I saw a photo album lying on a bench. I decided to take a peek. I am glad I did - a lot of family photos, except a few that I really liked.
One was Mrs. Boston, at about my age, posing nude. Another was her and her husband dressed in clothes of a bygone era. The picture could not be more than a few years old, and Mrs. Boston was dressed in a long dress but shallow cut and a slit up her skirt that showed that lovely leg. I thought she even looked better than in the young nude picture. Most of the shot of her young was from behind her. That sweet ass again was displayed, but little boob was exposed. The photo was sexy, though. I put the album away, and I would remember to bring my cell to take a picture of the picture. I thought of using them alone in bed.
I knocked on the door to tell her I was leaving, and one more time, she came from the shower. I got to see that sweet ass of hers one more time as she was walking away from the door. I went home to my room and jerked off, thinking about Anna Boston.
Week Two
The Boston's garage door was already up when I walked up the driveway. Mrs. B was in the garage picking out tools. She saw me and said, "Hi Johnathon. I am going to be some torture of my flower beds, but I don't think I will be in the way."
"No problem, Mrs. Boston, I can work around you."
"Johnathon, let's quit with all the formalities. Just call me Anna."
I agreed, and I liked what she was wearing. Her blouse was somewhat over-sized, and the way her boobs moved underneath it, they had to be free. She wore a very short skirt, but I was disappointed when a pair of loose shorts were beneath the skirt. Anna was collecting her tools, and although there was a garden kneel-er, she did not take it when she left for her flower beds.
I cranked up the engine and started cutting the grass away from her. The closer I got to her, going up and down the lawn, the more I liked it. She did not kneel but squatted to work on the soil. On my run coming toward her, the view of her was hot. With the skirt out of the way, the loose shorts allowed me to peek up them. I would love to have a picture of that to use at home in bed. Anna was wearing black panties. I started cutting half widths of grass to make it last all the longer. On one pass, she bent down to place in the ground a plant, and a perfect view down her scooped neckline proved nothing was holding her boobs. Tops of nipples could be seen.
She finished and went inside, and I finished, taking me longer than usual with all the half-width runs. I went to the garage and took out my cell. The album was gone. I looked and found a cabinet with a bunch of albums. I pulled one out, and in the first picture, I saw Anna standing next to her husband, who was seated holding a top hat. Anna was wearing that same big hat, but she was nude. I snapped that picture. I heard a noise coming to the door, and I pushed the album into the cabinet and closed the door. I had thought Anna was coming to the garage door, but it was me being jumpy. I left for home with one thought in mind.
Week Three
The heat had arrived, and I was not looking forward to cutting the grass. Seeing Anna was a different story. The garage was open, and one more time, I started cutting up and down Anna's lawn.
I was coming down the lawn when Anna appeared at the door holding a tray that looked like something cool to drink. I sure welcomed that as well as Anna dressed in a halter top with a short skirt. She set down the tray on their wrought iron table and opened the overhead umbrella.
Anna motioned me to come on over to her, and I killed the engine and proceeded to the table.
"Johnathon, it is so hot, and you look like you could use something cool. Would you like some lemonade or a beer? I am going to have a beer myself."
"A beer would be great."
"Hold on, I will get us a few."
She walked to the back door, and I enjoyed every minute of it. With her bareback and swaying skirt, I loved the look. She returned with four cans of beer. The front view was just a good as the back one. She sat down in one of the chairs, and I sat in a chair pointed out to the lawn. She was to my left. I could see by the corner of my eye that she crossed her legs when she sat. She reached for a can and had to uncross her legs, and they became slightly open. When I turned to my left, I could look up her skirt, and she was wearing no panties. I could feel myself getting hard. She knew I looked up her skirt as she smiled that knowing smile. A recrossing of her legs gave another little show.
"Johnathon, do you like it?"
I guess I looked confused, and then she said, "The beer, honey," and one more time, that knowing smile appeared.
"I like it a lot."
"Johnathon, I have to run to the drug store, and you are all sweaty. Why don't you take a shower while I am gone. Use my bedroom with the high-tech shower. I won't be long."
She showed me how to get to her bedroom, and I went in and stripped. The shower was a glass closet with all kinds of buttons. I pushed on, and a stream of pulsating water delighted my cock. My buddy said his girlfriend would get herself off by letting the hot tub jet play on her pussy. I certainly understood how that would happen as the stream played on my cock; Another button released a mist that felt so good all over. Each button delivered a new experience. I was standing holding my hard cock when Anna walked into the bathroom.
"Just me, don't let me bother you. I just have to put away this medicine."
She looked at me standing holding my cock and said, "Very nice, Johnathon." That smile again appeared.
I finished the lawn, and I was so horny for Anna, but she'd disappeared and I went home.
Week Four
The weather had cooled somewhat, but she still insisted on providing drinks. I got to look one more time at her pussy. I loved it.
The same question was asked, "Do you like it?"
"I think it is beautiful."
"Well, I hope so. Got a question for you. Were you looking at my albums in the garage?"
I thought the best approach at that point was to admit it. When I told her yes, she smiled.
"What did you think?"
"Beautiful."
"Johnathon, don't fib. Did you take a picture of them with your cell?"
I admitted it again.
"I hope you didn't show them to your friends."
"No, I did not."
"Honey, did you use them?"
"...Yes."
"I hope they gave you a few good ones. You know, if that is all you want to do, let us go inside. I will take off my clothes, and you can get it off. I will not be embarrassed watching you cum."
"Would you do that for me?"
Anna reached over and touched my hard cock pushing my shorts out. I said, "Anna, I would like very much to be in you."
"Well, then both of us could use a shower."
Anna led me to her shower stall, taking her clothes off as she went. Both of us nude with the water feeling good on our bodies, she held me and kissed me, and I was so fucking hard. We stopped the water and toweled each other dry, spending more time to dry the right places.
She looked at my hard cock, and said, "Johnathon, it is time I took care of that." I never had a blow job before, and now I was getting one from an expert. She held my balls. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. She teased my cock unmercifully. I wanted relief. When I entered her mouth and felt her tongue engulf my cock, I shot in her mouth, and she swallowed and kissed me.
She said, "Maybe it is time to lay down in my bed. Have you ever ate pussy before?" I shook my head no, "Well, it is about time for you to learn,"
Anna guided me to each step of pleasing a woman with your tongue. She first had me kiss her inner thighs and then suck on them. She held my head and turned it to encounter her pussy. She softly pushed my head down until my lips touched her pussy. She told me to kiss. She told me to suck. She told me to make love to her pussy with softness and gentle sucking. She took her finger and showed me where she wanted the most concentration. I followed her directions until she started cumming. It was violent, It was muscle twitching. It was overwhelming to Anna, and I loved every second of it.
The best part came when she told me to get on top of her. I did, and she spread her legs. I did nothing, but she put my cock in the right place and said, "Push it in me." I did. Oh, that wonderful feeling of being surrounded by pussy. She told me to pump her. I did.
"Fuck me, Johnathon, fuck me!"
I was still feeling all those good sensations when she was overcome by an orgasm. She called me every name in the book, and the pleasure spurted out of her. It made me cum as well. She asked me if I could go at it again. I did. I liked this fucking. It was better than jerking off. I got to kiss her tits as well while I came. She wanted to go again, but I could not get it up for that adventure.
"It is time for you to finish the grass before somebody gets suspicious."
Week Five
Cut the grass and fuck.
Week Six
Fuck. Cut the grass. Fuck.
Week Seven
Period. Cut the grass—blow job.
Week Eight
"Johnathon...how would you like a threesome? I have a friend like you that enjoys women and men. I am sure he would love to blow you, and of course, you would have to blow him."
"Anna, I am not so sure about that."
"Oh, come on, Johnathon. I know how you love to experiment. I would be right there to help you, and you both could use me any way you wanted at the same time."
"Okay. If you were there, I would like to try it."
"Great!"
Week Nine
Anna had made our get-together for an evening. When I entered her bedroom, it was dark. She told me this was the man she had told me about. He turned to me, and I gasped, "Dad..."
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