Inspired by a Redditor I had a conversation with.
I was 19, spending a few months at home during summer after my first year at Uni, trying to do whatever summer work I can get to fund cheap drinking when I go back to halls in a few months. One of the things I started doing, by accident really, was gardening for my parent’s neighbours. Most of them were 45+, some of them even over 60 and heading towards retirement, but they were all working and happy to have a young guy take care of their basic gardening while they were working so they could spend their weekends relaxing themselves.
I was quite fit back then. Trying to save money at Uni means eating the essentials and saving money for beer. Thankfully I avoided the dreaded beer belly by working out at the subsidised gym, one of the few advantages of student life, so although I wasn’t hugely muscled or anything, I had a decent physique. I’d had a few flings in my year away, halls was great for that, and was getting to know how to make a girl squirm in a good way.
My mum mentioned that one of the neighbours down the street needed their grass cut and sent me down one hot Friday to go take care of it. She told me the woman who lived there didn’t have a mower herself, that I should take theirs. So, I roll the mower down the street, find the house and head straight round the back garden to get set up. There were a few toys scattered around the garden, so I need to clear that before I get started. After a few minutes I need power to get going, so I knock on the back door to ask the neighbour to plug in the mower through the window. She comes to the door and she was not what I expected.
Lauren, as she introduced herself, was probably the youngest person on the street until I came back for the summer. She was 24, about 5’3, curvy-not-chubby body, with huge tits, FF at least, black hair and a cheeky smile. At least, beneath the bedraggled expression on her face with the 18-month old on her hip, it was cheeky. I found out later that the house had been her grandma’s before she passed away, and her boyfriend was in the navy, away for long periods. She now had a lovely house to take care of, including the big garden, with no other help – her parents were killed in a car crash when she was 12, her gran had raised her through her teens.
But for all that, Lauren looked good. Obviously running after a toddler kept her busy, and she was dressed in a pair of jeans with a denim shirt tucked in that couldn’t be buttoned all the way up, her massive chest making it impossible, but giving a gratuitous view of her cleavage, which I could barely tear my eyes away from.
“You must be Josh,” she said, holding out her hand to shake. I stood there dumfounded for a second, mesmerised by her boobs, before quickly shaking her hand with my already sweaty palm.
“Hi, I… eh… just need to plug in….” I was a mess already. None of the girls I’d had fun with in college looked like this, my mind was racing, and I could feel my cock hardening and making a tent in my shorts. “Sorry. The Mower. Power. Can I?”
Lauren laughed, obviously having dealt with boys acting like this with her before. “Of course, I’ll open that window there, pass the plug through,” she said, placing the baby in a playpen and walking over to the window.
I got over there and watched her open it. She had to lean over the kitchen sink to reach the handle, which caused her tits to spill forward and attempt to escape her shirt. I could see the edges of a white, lacy bra trying to peek through the gap. I managed to keep my face as stoney as I could, so as not to appear a total pervert, and handed the plug in through the gap, which Lauren plugged in and gave me the thumbs-up. I waved a thank you and turned away to get started to try and get my mind away from what I would like to do with those massive breasts.
The garden was pretty large, as were most of the ones in the street. It had gotten a little overgrown, so was going to take a couple of passes with my parents’ mower to get it reasonable. It was the middle of June, an unusually hot day for central Scotland, and by 11am I had taken off my T-shirt and was in just shorts and trainers with my headphones in as I plodded up and down the garden. When I stopped to empty the mower contents into the bin, I noticed more than once Lauren watching me from the kitchen window, once from the upstairs too. I figured she was just keeping an eye on me.
It was coming up to 1pm, the sun was high and hot, I’d been working for a good long time and was just finishing up. I knocked on the door to get the mower unplugged, and Lauren answered in just her jeans and bra, mopping at her neck.
“Sorry, wee Davie just threw his food all over my shirt, guess he doesn’t like the carrot and pea mush I’d given him,” she said, part laughing and part anger, probably glad to have someone to vent to. “Oh, you’re finished! Wow, it looks much better, thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” I managed to say, my eyes glued to the giant breasts now almost fully on show. “I just need to unplug the mower and I’ll get out your way.” I walked over and unplugged the mower, fed the plug through the window gap, and realised my cock was rigid again, my shorts doing nothing expect putting me on show. I hustled out as quickly as I could, trying to hide it, mumbling a “bye” as I went, wrapped up the cord for the mower and headed up and out the street as quickly as I could, cursing myself and my hormonal dick.
By the time I was home my boner had downgraded to a semi, I bundled the mower in the shed out back and went straight towards the bathroom to take a shower and have a wank. I heard the phone ringing downstairs, then mum shouted up to me. I’d left my T-shirt in the back garden at Lauren’s and was gone so quick she hadn’t paid me for the work. I was asked to head back there to get it sorted, so neither of us would forget.
I cursed myself under my breath and left the house, trying to keep myself calm and figuring what to say so I didn’t look like a complete idiot. I was just hoping she hadn’t seen the tent I’d pitched in my shorts before I ran out of there. I got to her house, went round to the back door and found my T-shirt where I’d thrown it down by the bins. As I was picking it up, the back door opened, and Lauren looking at me with a smile, with a new top on, holding a glass of water with ice.
“Come on in, take a load off,” she said, walking away and sitting at the kitchen table. I followed her in and closed the door, then sat down at the table where she pushed a glass of iced water my way. I was desperately thirsty having worked out in the heat all morning and drank half the glass down greedily. Lauren smiled at me and glanced down at her impressive chest.
“I’m sorry if I spooked you Josh,” she started. “I see guys looking at my chest, and I’m not used to having anyone around here except me and baby. I didn’t realise I only had my bra on when you knocked earlier, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I replied, trying to play it cool. “I think it was the surprise of seeing you like that just got me going for a bit.”
“Yes, I noticed,” remarked Lauren, biting her lip. “Looks like you have a nice package under there.”
“Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t mean…” I facepalmed, literally, as I tried to explain myself. Lauren started giggling, and I realised she was teasing me.
“I couldn’t help it,” she blurted out, “you were looking so nervous there, I could see your face going red.”
It took a few seconds, but I started laughing myself, relief washing over me. Lauren pushed some money across the table.
“For the garden, and the laugh, thank you,” she smiled. “I just wondered if you could do me a quick favour before you go? There’s a suitcase in the attic I need, and even on the ladder it’s dangerous trying to get it myself. I was trying the other day and nearly fell off. Could you pop up there for me?”
“Aye, sure,” I answered, draining the last of my glass and getting up. “Lead the way.”
We went upstairs, where I noticed the baby asleep in his room, and she pointed to the stepladder propped against the wall.
“The ceiling’s kinda high, even with the ladders. I can get the hatch, but I can’t reach the suitcase,” she explained.
“No bother,” I replied, grabbing the stepladder, and positioning it below the hatch. “Just keep it steady for me.”
I climbed up, managed to get the hatch no problem, and with some direction found the suitcase not too far away. I pulled it across and down, bringing some dust with it and making me cough a little. I took a few steps down to hand it to Lauren, then closed the hatch and came down, putting the stepladder against the wall again.
“You’re covered in dust, go give yourself a wash, the bathroom’s right there,” she pointed behind me as she took the suitcase to the master bedroom. I got washed my face, getting the sweat and dust off me, then dried off a little and headed back to say goodbye. I barely opened my mouth before my breath caught at the sight I was presented with.
Lauren had removed her clean top and jeans and stood in just a matching white bra and pantie set. Without clothes, I could see her figure properly, and have to say I was impressed. With the baby and being on her own, she wasn’t going to be able to get to the gym every day, but she obviously took care of herself. There was very little hint of belly fat, and she had great hourglass hips with toned legs, and she’d let her black hair drape down, so it cascaded down to the top of her breasts. All in all, she looked stunning and oozing sexiness, her legs slightly parted and hands on her hips, staring straight into my eyes.
My dick was almost instantly hard, trying to break free of my shorts, my thoughts racing about what was happening. Lauren took a step backwards, sitting on the edge of the bed, and beckoned me over. I cautiously sat down, taking in as much of her body as I could.
“My boyfriend has been away for 6 months, and won’t be back for another 3,” she whispered, taking my hand, and placing it on her left tit. “I’m so lonely, you don’t know how hard it is being stuck in the house all day, only the baby for company. Then I saw the bulge in your shorts earlier, just like now.” She reached down and massaged my cock through my shorts, I could feel the precum starting to leak out already. She was moving her face closer to my ear, whispering low and breathing heavily. “This doesn’t mean anything, I just need what’s in here,” she purred, darting a tongue out to suck in my earlobe. Like any guy, this made me melt immediately and I nearly came in my shorts right there.
Lauren could see I was getting hot, so she stood up again, motioning me to do the same. She wasted no time in sliding her thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, making sure to hook my boxers too, and pull them down to free my cock. I knew it was above average, about 7.5” and a decent girth, but the look on Lauren’s face was priceless. She was grinning from ear to ear as she looked back up at me before lifting my T-shirt off as I shuffled out of my trainers.
I’m a good 6 inches taller and outweigh her by at least 40 pounds, but I gave no resistance to this beautiful young mother, flopping back onto the bed naked when she pushed me back, my eyes never leaving her body, my dick pointed at the sky.
She resumed the teasing, dragging first the left bra strap down off her shoulder, then the right. The bra was holding in there, and she reached behind to unclasp it before turning around to show her back to me so I could see the bra strap being released in full. She let it fall to the floor, looking over her shoulder at me with a smirk, before bending over slowly and pulling down her panties. I was treated to a magnificent view of her ass and pussy, which was glistening with her juices.
Lauren stood up again, turning around to show me her body in all its glory. Amazingly, those massive breasts barely drooped, the advantages of her still being young, and they had 2-inch-wide dark pink areola, with hard nipples sticking out half an inch. Her pussy was freshly shaved, he could tell she’d planned this, she was horny and knew what she wanted.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips, pinning my cock to my belly, and started to rub her pussy up and down my flattened dick, soaking it with her juices. It was both pleasure and torture – here was a gorgeous, horny young woman who had stated her desire for his rigid member, but taking her time as well, savouring the feeling and driving me crazy at the same time.
After what seemed like an age, she lifted her hips a little, freeing my dick to raise up a bit again, then reached down to grab it and point it at her pussy. She slowly, very slowly, let herself back down, closing her eyes and taking the full length in one long, slow move. The moans she was making confirmed that this was very likely the first cock she’d taken in a long time.
I was moaning along with her, taking in the sight and feel of her hot, wet pussy finally enveloping his cock. I’d gone bareback once in a drunken hook-up at Uni, and it had felt great, but this was something else completely. Being sober and Lauren taking her time heightened the sensation. He could feel her pussy juice running down to his balls, his entire crotch getting wetter by the second from this hot MILF wanting to ride him.
We enjoyed the feeling of each other as she completed her descent, finally taking my whole length until her pussy lips were flush against my crotch. She sat like that for a while, rocking back and forth slightly, licking her lips a little, before she opened her eyes to look at me. She took complete control, as she started to raise and lower herself on my dick, over and over, slowly at first, so we could both feel everything. She had one hand between her legs, playing with her clit as she started to pick up the pace a little. Her orgasm hit hard, as she let out a shriek and drenched my crotch with her juices as I felt her pussy walls squeeze my cock hard and she dropped her pussy down on me as it washed over her.
My dick was still rock hard and inside her, waiting for her to start again. Eventually her hips started rocking again, followed by the raising of her hips so we were truly fucking. She reached down and took both of my hands, bringing them up to her beautiful breasts, inviting me to squeeze and play with them as she started to ride me harder and faster now.
Lauren was going at it hard, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept up at this pace, but I didn’t have much of a say in the matter. I tried to concentrate on her huge tits, my hands dwarfed by them but able to pinch and tweak her nipples at least. She was bouncing up and down hard now, from her breath I could tell she was getting close to cumming again, as was I.
Suddenly she shrieked again, her eyes wide, as her pussy slammed down on my dick, and she waded into another orgasm. More juices flowed and my cock was once again squeezed, which took me over the edge. I felt my cock explode inside her, grunting as I thrust my hips up into her soaking pussy.
After a few minutes she collapsed on top of me, then rolled off and made her own way to the bathroom. My softened dick was covered in her cum and mine, and I was absolutely shattered, felt like drifting off to sleep. Before that could happen, I heard the baby crying in the next room, which gave me a start, and I quickly grabbed my clothes and started to dress as I saw Lauren pass the door on her way to check on him.
“I should go,” I said meekly, as I popped my head into the room. “I’ll see myself out.”
Lauren turned around, holding the baby in her arms, smiling. “No problem, Josh, thank you for your help in the garden today. I have a few other bits and pieces that can be done around here, if you want a bit of extra cash?” she said with an evil grin on her face….
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/qv4jlr/young_milfs_are_still_milfs_right_mf