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.”

“Hi.”

“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 anyone.”

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 her.

“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 lawn.”

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

“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 James.

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.