Steve Mows Mrs. Johnson’s Lawn

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Steve had recently finished his freshman year at the state university and just celebrated his 19th birthday when he went to spend a couple of weeks visiting his grandparents, who he hadn’t seen in over a year.

He found himself with plenty of time but not much cash on his hands when an opportunity arose. His grandmother told him that Mrs. Johnson, their widowed neighbor up the street, had called and offered to pay Steve to mow her lawn, which really needed it.

Since the weather was hot even for July, Steve decided it would be best to work in the morning, so Mrs. Johnson suggested that he come over at 9 am the next day. He arrived right on time and met Mrs. Johnson for the first time. She was a petite woman with red hair, and Steve figured she was probably in her 60s, close in age to his grandparents.

Mrs. Johnson was wearing a yellow and black print dress that, Steve thought, was rather skimpy for an older lady. It certainly was much less conservative than the way his own grandmother dressed. She greeted him with a warm smile, a handshake, and a lingering touch on his arm as she directed him to find her lawnmower in the garage. Steve thought nothing of their brief encounter as he set to work cutting the grass of her large lawn. He did notice that Mrs. Johnson watched him rather intently through her kitchen window as he worked.

He finished the job in about an hour, put the lawnmower back where he had found it, and headed toward escort bahçelievler the front door to settle up with Mrs. Johnson. He certainly was looking forward to getting the cash he had just earned!

Steve rang the doorbell and Mrs. Johnson was waiting for him. She invited him inside her cool, air-conditioned home and closed the door. She smiled at him again and offered him an ice-cold drink, which he eagerly accepted.

“You did a great job, Steve,” Mrs. Johnson said. “But you’re so hot and sweaty and your shirt is soaked. Why don’t we sit and talk while you cool off?”

Steve sat on the couch as Mrs. Johnson disappeared for a moment and returned holding a towel. She sat down next to him.

“I hope I don’t embarrass you by saying this, but I think you’re a very handsome young man,” she said with a friendly smile.

“That’s OK, thank you Mrs. Johnson,” Steve said.

“I got a towel to help you dry off,” she said. “May I?”

“Yes, Mrs. Johnson,” he said, and she wiped his forehead and the back of his neck.

“Your shirt is soaked. Why don’t you take it off to dry?” she said. Steve pulled his shirt off, and that’s when things began to get interesting. Surprisingly, Steve found himself getting increasingly excited as the much older woman started wiping his shoulders and back, then turned him to face her and wiped his pecs and chest.

“My, but you’re such a muscular, well-built escort balgat boy,” she said, “How do you like the feel of my hands on your hard, young chest?”

“It feels fine, Mrs. Johnson,” Steve said as she moved her hands and the towel lower to wipe his stomach. He felt a familiar stiffening and throbbing in his crotch, and he didn’t think he would be able to keep her from noticing his surprisingly rock-hard erection as it tented the front of his shorts. Was he really this aroused by a woman old enough to be his grandmother, and was she doing what he suspected, trying to seduce her neighbors’ grandson? He soon had his answer.

“Oh my god, what have we here?” Mrs. Johnson said as she touched the protruding front of his shorts. “May I take care of this for you, Steve?”

“Yes, Mrs. Johnson,” he said sheepishly as she rose and said, “Come with me, sweety.”

Mrs. Johnson took Steve by the hand and led him to the back of the house and her bedroom. She sat him on the edge of the bed and removed his sneakers and shorts, and he was completely naked. She stood and pulled her dress over her shoulders and stood before him in nothing but her bra and panties.

“You seem nervous, Steve,” she said. “Is this your first time, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Mrs. Johnson,” he said.

“I want you,” she said. “You’re such a handsome hunk and I’m going to make you my hot young stud! Lay back on my bed.”

“Yes, Mrs. Johnson,” escort batıkent Steve said as she climbed next to him and took his throbbing erection in her mouth. “Suck my dick, Mrs. Johnson!”

Mrs. Johnson licked his penis up and down and it felt incredible. Then she lay on her back and motioned for Steve to come closer.

“Lick my hot granny pussy,” she said. “Make it wet for your beautiful young cock!”

Steve lay on his stomach and plunged his tongue into Mrs. Johnson’s quivering vagina. He licked a bit until he found her clit.

“You’re such a quick learner, my sweetheart,” she said as she writhed in erotic pleasure. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t take anymore and needed his rock-hard cock inside her.

“Come here and fuck me, sweety,” she said as he moved on top of her. She gently took his penis in her hand, guided it to her slick opening, and put it inside. “Slide it in there and give it to Mrs. Johnson!”

Steve put his hands on either side of Mrs. Johnson’s body and thrust his hard, throbbing erection into her as she put her hands on his ass and pulled him all the way inside.

“Fuck me, Steve!” she moaned as he pumped her soaking wet pussy and the sparks flew between them. “Fuck me with that hard young cock!”

“It feels so good,” Steve said. “You like getting fucked in your cunt, don’t you Mrs. Johnson?”

“Yes lover,” she cried. “Fuck my cunt with your young stud cock!”

Hearing Mrs. Johnson talk so dirty sent Steve over the edge and he exploded, flooding her pussy with his seed as she shuddered with an orgasm of her own. He collapsed on top of her as she gently took him in her arms.

“That was wonderful, my sweet boy,” she said.

“Yes it was, Mrs. Johnson” he said.

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