Getting pimped out by mom. [mF]

I had been a three sport varsity athlete for 3 out of 4 years, so I had a strong back built to be American blue collar. I graduated the year before and was helping coach the kids wrestling club when I first met Mrs. Kleeburg. Her son was young, and his dad was no where to be found. He was a nice enough kid, if not obnoxiously inquisitive.

Her first overture was commenting that as long as I was teaching, she needed some self defense lessons. I ignored her at first until she caught me by the arm leaving the gym. “Holy shit!”, she commented “I wanted to know if you heard me, but now I want more.”

“I heard you Mrs. K, but it’s not like I could teach someone your size anything that would work against me.” She wasn’t a petite woman, but I towered over her. Her hips had widened with childbirth, but it certainly had done wonders for her chest.

She squared up in front of me, and grabbed me by both arms. It certainly drew my attention to the cavern that was cleavage between her breasts. “Maybe you could show meat my place then.”, she commented. At first, I thought she’d caught me staring at her chest. However, when I looked up, her eye’s were locked on the sweat soaked cutoff that clung to my body. “and please call me Jaz.”

“I’m not sure this is the appropriate time.” I dissuaded her. “I need to go trim Mr. Polacks tree before it gets dark.”

“Work, work, work. Is that all you think about.” She let go of my arms, and removed a hair-tie from her wrist. “I’ve been thinking of having you come do some work at my place.” she continued, as she tied her hair back, her motherly breast bouncing as she pulled it tight.

Fuck, she caught me looking again. Her eye’s dropped to the outline in my shorts. “You know…..”

“Gotta Go, Sorry!!!” I shouted as I jogged away. I could feel myself bouncing in my shorts. “Call my mom.”

I hoped that would be the end of my awkward encounter, but a week later I found myself pulling up to her house.

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“Give me your shirt. It’s 90°(F) and she didn’t ask for you because her lawn is overgrown.” mom hollered as I pulled the mower from the back of the truck.

My public school education bored the shit out of me, and I wanted to start making money immediately. I picked up a free mower off craigslist and got to work. I was too introverted to talk to people, but mom was the town bicycle, so she got me all my clients.

I say clients, because mom wasn’t wrong. The clippings from last time were still pile in the street. Jaz wanted me here to gawk at while she sipped sweet tea, and laid in her adirondack chair. So, I tossed my shirt in the front seat, pushed the mower to the corner, put in my headphones and fired it up. Jaz stepped out her back porch in sunglasses, a solid green bikini top, and ankle length summer skirt that flowed in the breeze.

Her house had a large lot, that honestly, was kinda kicking my ass. I had started in the side yard, then the front, other side, and I was pushing the mower into the back when I heard her call me. “Woo hoo!! Sweetie, I’m thirsty just watching you, come up here for a drink.”

JFC, she’s three sheets to the wind, but I’m pouring sweat, and really could use a drink. When I got to the top of the back deck steps I see her matching bikini bottoms slung aside next to her chair. “Don’t mind my mess. It’s dreadfully hot watching you out here.” As she stood up to pour me a glass of ice tea she stumbled into my arms. “My god, it’s like something out of a book the way you’re built”

“Thanks Mrs. K. I’ve been trying to get a six pack, but I like taco’s too much.” I tried to break my awkward tension.

“NO!” She scolded. “You’re a downright beefcake. Don’t you dare change a thing. and for Christ sake, call me Jaz!”

“Oh, O. K. I better uh” stumbled over my words as she dropped back into her chair and lifted her skirt to cool her legs. She may have meant to flash me, but I was fixated on her thighs. They were tiger striped and dimpled, soft and sensual. I covered my growing erection with my hand. “I gotta finish the yard.” I almost dropped my glass trying to set it down.

Finishing the back yard seemed like it went on forever, but all I could feel was my cock bouncing back and forth in my basketball shorts. The softness of the material was not helping matters, but I wrapped up and pushed the mower back to the side yard. Mrs. K was still relaxed in her chair on the back deck.

She was motionless as I made my way up the stairs, and realized with 3 steps left I had a perfect view all the way up. I realized now, I didn’t notice her bush, because she didn’t have one. I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or awake, but since she hadn’t spoke yet I took a moment to get a picture in my memory for later. It felt like time stood still as I watched her shift in her chair giving me an even better view.

The shy awkward teenager in me melted away as my hand began teasing the head of my cock. “Mrs. K?” I softly spoke as I crept up the stairs. “Jaz” I murmured again. Still stroking my dick I stood beside her and gently lifted the fabric of her skirt. Her legs spread just wide enough to see her beautiful pussy. She was shaved or waxed completely bald. Her labia only parted by a pinky size minora. I was on the verge of orgasm when she took a deep breath and I let go of her skirt.

She snorted and cleared her throat, “oh your done already.” Quickly, I spun towards the table like I was getting more to drink, but the pitcher was empty, and my glass still on the railing. “I’ve finished the tea. Come inside I’ll get your money.” She said as she went into the kitchen through the sliding glass door. I tucked my dick up in my waist band hoping to hide my erection and followed her in.

“That tea has run right through me. I’ll be right back.” She dropped her skirt on the kitchen floor and her thick ass jiggled as she made her way into the bathroom.

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. I barely knew this lady and here I was in her house while she was half naked. I walked to the side by side and opened both doors, hoping the cold would put some blood back in my brain.

I was somewhere between reading the OJ bottle and considering a fudgepop before I finally calmed down. “I saw you looking you know.” She whispered in my ear. I don’t know if it was the fridge or the words, but it felt like my heart dropped into my stomach and ice flowed through my veins. I turned around and there she was, stark naked, leaning back against the counter. She continued, “but if you want it, you’re gonna have to take it.”

The sun soaked through the blinds to cast lines across her glorious body. Her head barely reached the upper cabinets as if you could put something on the top shelf and hide it from her for eternity. It was a body kissed by childbearing as her full breast looked like you could still nurse from her thick nipples. Faded stripes across her stomach did nothing but emphasize her wide set hips that carried an absolute dump truck of an ass. Those thighs looked like a pillow made fit for a king to lay in and be fed grapes.

I reached out to touch her hip and she smacked my hand. Forcefully, I stepped forward and took her breast in my hand and she smacked me across the face. I was stunned, as I stood staring at this beauty before me giving every mixed signal she could.

“I don’t want the boy who mows my yard. I want a man who takes what he wants.” She demanded.

At that I locked eye’s with her, and raised an eyebrow. She looked uneasy, her hands came in front of her body as if to shield her from an unwanted glare. When I dropped my shorts, she swallowed and looked down. Grabbing her at the hips I tossed her on the counter, and spread her legs with my hands. I stepped between them before pulling her pussy tight up against my cock. With my other hand I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back so that her breasts arched into my face.

“Is this what you want?” I grumbled into her ear.

“Please.” she replied.

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