Working on the lawns and landscapes for various homeowners was very fulfilling. The smell of fresh cut grass and the flowers as they bloomed throughout the year was delightful. I started in my freshmen year in high school at the suggestion of a neighbor who recommended me to a friend of hers. The best part of the job though turned out to be the women I was working for. When the weather was nice and the sun was out they would be tanning in their bikinis on the patios. That does do something to a young boy.
My grandparents were culturally diverse. My Mom's parents were hippies and she was raised in a commune. Because of my hippie grandfather, I had very long hair and he shared with me a love of the land. I knew they had some attitude of free love but I didn't understand what that meant. My Father's parents were very strict and straight. This caused me to be raised somewhat naïve and maybe confused. My father did not like my long hair but as long as I was a "good boy", it was OK.
Things changed significantly after I turned 18. Mrs. Wilson had asked me many times when my birthday was and how old I was. I always thought she was just being conversational. We talked about many things over the course of my time working for her. She was very curious about what I would do when I graduated. I assured her that I would continue to take care of her yard and that I would probably attend a local college anyway.
Not having a lot of money, I rode my bicycle to my various jobs and required my customers to provide a lawnmower and other tools. I was very good at maintaining my tools. I also had a reputation for fixing things for the homeowners for which I was paid a little more money. My commune grandfather had taught me many caretaker skills. This also got me invited into many of the houses where I worked.
I arrived at Mrs. Wilson's house on a Saturday morning in early May. I knocked on her door to let her know I was there. She answered the door wearing a bathrobe and looking as sexy as ever. She had long Blonde wavy hair. Even with a robe on her breasts looked bigger than I remembered. She said, "Hi, I am very glad to see you. I have something I am hoping you can fix." She handed me a device with a cone shape on the top and a bottle below. She pushed a button and it started to whirr.
I said, "What's wrong with it?"
"It's supposed to pump and then it fills the bottle."
Looking confused, "What does it pump?"
"It's a breast pump. Shall I show you?"
"OK?" I was confused and I really had no idea what I was seeing.
She pulled her robe to one side and unhooked a flap on her robe and I was looking at her breast. A thrill ran through me as I saw the most magnificent view I had ever seen. Her breast was large with a brown areole and a large marble size dark red nipple. She pressed the cone of the pump to her breast and pushed a button. It started to whir but nothing happened. Meanwhile I was transfixed and staring intently. She reached up and pushed my jaw shut.
"Sorry, I've never seen anything like this." I looked at her and she gave me her magnificent smile which I always enjoyed.
"Yes, but can you fix it?" She handed it to me without covering up.
I began to study it but quickly realized it had a crack that ran from the end of the cone to where it met the base. It wasn't visible at first glance but apparently it was enough to prevent good suction. I considered the options, but I really remained distracted by the beautiful breast in front of me.
"My tits are so full they are hurting. I really wish you could help me. My husband took the baby to see his parents this morning and I thought I would be OK with the pump. But now I don't know what to do."
I was stunned I had never heard a woman say tits. Of course, my guy friends would say tits, but I never even heard the girls I knew say that. I was staring again and she lifted my head. I said, "I could try duct tape but I am not sure that would provide a tight enough seal. I wish I could help."
"Well, my husband sucks on them to relieve the pressure when they get to full and the baby isn't hungry. You see, I just produce way too much. Would you suck on them?"
Are you kidding? This sounds like a dream come true, I thought. "I guess - if you want me to. I mean to help and all you know."
"Oh yes, you're always so helpful. You're such a good boy." Somehow that made me feel really good. My father had told me I should be a good boy, I guess this is the right thing to do.
"Here sit in this chair."
We were in her kitchen and there was a chair up against the wall with a table right next to it. I sat down in the chair. I was at a perfect height for her breast which she immediately pushed against my lips. Her nipple was already a little wet and hard as wood. It was only natural to start sucking and I was immediately rewarded with an absolutely delicious taste of milk or maybe even cream I thought. It was so sweet and tasted better than anything I could remember. Then it started flowing faster and faster. I had to suck and swallow as fast as I could. But it was marvelous.
I could feel my pants getting very tight and I thought I need to adjust myself. But I don't want her to know what she is doing to me. That would be embarrassing. Then she unhooked the other flap and pulled away and pushed her other breast into my mouth. I dribbled milk as she pulled away. I could feel the one that was just in my mouth continuing to leak down my chambray shirt.
"Switch!" Her other hard nipple was wet and started flowing immediately. Again I could barely keep up.
I couldn't stand it I was throbbing in my pants. I started sucking and tried to adjust myself in my pants without being obvious. She noticed right away.
"Oh, you poor boy. You're uncomfortable too. I'm sure sucking on a tit makes you hard. We don't want you to be uncomfortable too. My husband always gets hard, too." She pulled away and again I was dribbling milk. She said, "Standup!" I did and as quick as lightning she undid my belt, unsnapped my pants and pulled my zipper down. My pants and underwear went down passed my knees. She jumped up and pushed me back into sitting in the chair. Suddenly I was busy sucking again. I could feel her breast leaking on my shirt. She continued to switch back and forth and whatever breast was not in my mouth was dripping on my shirt.
Then she reached down and touched my dick which was already throbbing. She slid down on me and I was inside her. It felt unbelievably wonderful. It was so wet and the feeling down below made me stop sucking for a second. But there was to be none of that and she was pushing her breast into my mouth again. It felt like dick was in a swimming pool, except the walls were convulsing and contracting all around him. But dick was busy throbbing too. She was moaning a heavenly sound. The song of the siren popped into my head.
She ran her fingers through my long hair, stroking my head. I felt so comforted and cared for. "I just love your long beautiful hair."
