Cutting Ms. Betty's Lawn

My mother had suggested I might consider cutting Ms Betty's lawn as none of the other boys in the neighborhood would. All the other mothers hated Ms Betty and wouldn't allow their sons to associate with her. She was one of my mom's friends and I thought nothing of it, so I agreed to do it every week. It seemed Saturday mornings would be best, so I put her in my schedule and planned on the following Saturday to the first.

I was doing a great job with my lawn cutting service, picking up new clients from word of mouth after I did a lawn or two, but my schedule was becoming full. I needed to save some time for fun that summer. I was always very sexual and loved hanging out with a few older guys and females for fun. The only one my age I played with regularly was the boy who lived next door. He was 18, my age and we had been friends for all of those years. It was just recently that we had begun playing sexually.

His name was Rene, and one day he looked at me and said, "I want more out of this, I need more."

I was baffled at his comment, asking him what he meant.

He shared, "It's always us getting naked and showing each other our cocks...I want more...I want to be touched and..."

Then his words trailed off and he sat quietly stroking his cock. Were both naked and hard.

I sitting across from him asked, "Rene...what do you want?"

He got up and stood in front of me, his hard cock pointing forward, inches from my face. He had a smile on his face and asked if he could show me. I nodded. Rene stepped forward and climbed onto my thighs, his own legs straddling mine. It felt good feeling his warm thighs touching mine. His cock rested against my own and the feeling was amazing.

I moaned and he asked me, "Are you okay with this, are you comfortable?"

I nodded again saying, "Yeah, it feels good...our cocks touching is so good."

Rene took his hand and began stroking both of us. I thought I was gonna cum right then and then he stopped. I remember thinking why'd you stop. I looked up at him and he kissed me. I kissed him back and then he kissed me again. Then he did it again and opened his lips and I felt his tongue teasing my lips as it then entered my mouth. I was surprised, but I began to sense what he wanted, what he was referring to when he said he wanted more.

I remember looking at him as he looked down, avoiding making eye contact with me.

He began to stand and I said "No...don't," as I gabbed his butt and pulled him to me.

Rene moaned as his cock pressed against my chest. He was oozing cum and my chest was wet with his arousal as I held him and said, "It's okay...I want more too."

He quietly asked me, "Would you kiss it,...I'm so close?"

I leaned down and kissed it licking away the pre-cum...he moaned and then I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue over the shiny head of his cock. Rene started to cum. It drenched my lips and chin as I tried to swallow it.

Looking at how many days I would be cutting lawns, I wondered how Rene's and my work schedules would conflict, and how often we could be together. I woke up Saturday morning and went to Ms Betty's house. She came to the door in her robe and told she had some things to do inside and I should get started. I began cutting the grass and doing all the things you do. I was hot, the heat was sweltering even though all I was wearing was a pair pf very short denim cut offs and gym shoes. My mind began wandering back to Ms Betty and why all the moms in the neighborhood hated her. I always thought she was nice, she seemed lonely. I began thinking about how she always wore dresses and stockings and heels. She was kinda sexy and then this morning in her robe, her cleavage was so obviously exhibited. I felt my cock beginning to swell as I wondered what her nipples were like. My mind was beginning to spin and the heat was getting to me.

Suddenly I heard her yell from the door, "I have some lemonade on the counter...ice is in the fridge...come and get some before you wilt out there!"

I shut the mower off and headed to the house.

My shorts were soaked and my cock from thinking about Ms Betty, was exhibiting a well defined lump as the damp denim clung to me. I never wore underwear with these shorts, I loved the way the denim rubbed against me. Looking down, my gym shoes had cut grass hanging off of them so I kicked them off at the door. The house was cool. We didn't have air conditioning yet at home, but Ms Betty had a nice house and the cool air was like a drink of fresh lemonade without taking a sip. I leaned against the counter and pressed my cock to the cabinet, loving the sensations. I poured myself the drink and grabbed some ice. She had a big kitchen table with magazines and pictures strewn all over. Moving a few to sit, I saw pictures of girls all dressed in long dresses and big hairdo's. They appeared to be show girls in some type of a burlesque review. One looked like a younger Ms Betty. I looked at more of the pictures and that girl was in every one; some were in swimming suits and lingerie. I wondered. Gulping down a couple of glasses of lemonade made me want to pee. I had been to her bathroom at the far end of the hallway, I took it upon myself to just use it.

I loved being in her home, it had amazing art hanging on the walls and pictures of what appeared to be family portraits. There way a mom and dad and a boy, As I walked past her bedroom I looked in as I heard her cuss over something. Ms Betty was standing with her foot on her vanity stool adjusting her nylons. She was wearing a girdle. I loved girdles. I thought they were the sexiest thing a woman could wear. My mother wore them, and when I saw her dressing or relaxing in one, I always was so aroused. I shouldn't have starred at Ms Betty, but she looked so beautiful and so exciting, I could resist. My cock was throbbing again and I was frozen in place. All of a sudden she turned, obviously startled. I was so embarrassed, but I still looked. Then I saw she was wearing an open bottom girdle and she had a cock hanging below the hem. I was shocked.

Ms Betty looked at me and said, "G...would you come here."

It wasn't a question, it was an order. She looked at me and then the look on her face softened.

"Now you know my secret G...are you okay?" I nodded. Come here...come to me...lets talk."

I sat on her stool as she stood before me, her cock even with my face. I loved her as a woman, and oddly I loved what I was seeing now.

"Can't take your eyes off of it?...you seem focused on my cock...and it seems you might be as aroused as I'm feeling right now."

I nodded again, not really sure what to say, but as I sat there her cock was swelling, almost standing straight up from under the girdle. My own cock was pounding in my pants. Even as a young male, a boy really, I loved cock and wanted more than I had experienced in my short life. This was so erotic, I was so aroused, I wanted to reach out and touch, fondle her. I wanted to taste her too. After tasting Rene and sucking his cock, and those other mature males who seduced me, I wanted Ms Betty's cock too.

"Why don't we talk later G...It seems your sexy little shorts are wet and maybe we should take them off and let them dry...would you like that?"