Mature woman and the lawn boy

Carol sat on her couch reading a trashy romance novel. She knew these
novels were the literary equivalent to B-movies or soft core porn. But
she didn’t care, she liked them. She heard a lawn mower start. James
was back. Every Sunday, late in the morning, he was there to mow her
lawn. She wondered if he was going to return because of what happened
the previous week.

It was a combination of things. She was exhausted from working back-to-
back shifts at the hospital. She was lonely not having been in a
relationship since leaving her ex-husband several years ago. She had
had too much wine. She also thought James was well into college. Turns
out he was a 14 year-old high school student. Whoops. She probably
shouldn’t have had sex with him.

It was her fault. She practically raped the kid. Well, that’s a little
strong. He went along, but wasn’t very willing. He went home like a
scolded puppy as if he had done something wrong. She heard from other
neighbors that the Morgan’s were very strict parents. He probably
heard a lot he had done something wrong. She knew the feeling. Her
parents were the same way, very strict Catholics. She rebeled, smoking
pot, having sex, and generally fucking up her life. James apparently
hadn’t reached that point.

About an hour went by and James had finished. Carol feared the
meeting. She didn’t know what James would say. Perhaps he had reported
her. She knew for certain she’d lose her job as a nurse. She could
also go to jail, although it was usually men who attacked girls and
not women attacking boys. She invited James in.

“Hi, James.”


“Come on in.”

He stepped inside from her back patio into her kitchen.

“It’s really muggy out.”

“I know.”

Carol fumbled through her purse and pulled out her checkbook. She made
out the check, but didn’t hand it to James.

“Listen, James. About last week.”

“I’m so sorry I did that. I shouldn’t have. I promise I haven’t told

She thought to herself this kid had more guilt than the most fearful
Catholic kid.

“James. You didn’t do anything to me. If anything, I did it to you. I
should’ve had more self control. I’m the adult, not you.”

“I enjoyed it so much and you didn’t.”

“James. I’m going to be blunt with you, you were the best lay I’ve
ever had.”

“How? I’ve never done it before.”

“I don’t know kid. You just seemed to know your way around my body.”

James blushed. He spent a lot of time reading, usually books about sex
and women’s anatomy.

Carol stepped towards James and hugged him. He reciprocated. But she
noticed one problem.

“James, you stink.”

“I’m sorry. It’s hot out.”

“Why don’t you take a quick shower here. Do you have time? Maybe we
could eat lunch?”

“Okay. If you don’t mind.”

Within a few minutes James was in her shower. Carol lied down on her
bed. Her instinct was to strip and join him in the shower. “What is
wrong with me?”, she thought to herself.

James came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He
held his sweaty clothes in his right hand. Carol smiled at him.

“Come lie down on the bed.”

James grinned back and did so. Carol opened up his towel. He was hard
as a rock. She wrapped her mouth around his cock. She ran her tongue
along his shaft and head then sucked hard. She could feel him start to
pulsate. She licked his tip and he exploded inside her mouth. She
closed her lips tightly and sucked hard.

Carol released him and lied up next to James. He turned and spoke to

“I didn’t know you could do that!”

“What? Blow jobs?”

“That’s a blow job?”

She giggled. “That’s what they tell me.”

She playfully kissed his neck.

“See, you didn’t do anything. It was all me.”

“I’ll keep this one a secret too.”

She kissed him again and said, “You get dressed and meet me in the
kitchen for lunch.”

James emerged as she was finishing assembling the sandwiches. His
clothes stunk, but she didn’t say anything. They quickly ate just
talking about the unusually humid weather, even humid for Tampa.

“Are you free on Wednesday?”

“Yeah, that’s mostly my off day. I just have to mow the Hancock’s

“I’m off too. Why don’t you come clean my pool after you mow the

“Sure. I’ll see you around 9.”

Carol was still on the same page on her romance novel. She still
tasted James, even after consuming the turkey and swiss sandwich. She
unfastened her shorts and thought a minute. She set the book on her
coffee table and let her hand reached into her panties. She thought of

A few minutes later she was lying naked on her bed. Her vibrator still
running. Her vagina feeling very, very good. Not as good as last week
with James, but it would have to get her through Wednesday. She
switched it off, pulled the sheets down, and took a nap.