Thank you James89smith for editing and helping me with this story, much appreciated.
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Mark Tanner was sitting in his bedroom, at his computer. He was supposed to be working on a research project for his Astronomy class, but instead he was watching out the window to the backyard. Out there, his mother, Linda, was weeding her garden. At 45, she has flowing blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, stands about 5'10", and is kind of thin. She is wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a green tank top that just barely covers her breasts. In his room, Mark is staring at her as she works, kneeling down in the dirt, pulling weeds out. He imagines what it would be like if she was kneeling down in between his legs. The thought makes him hard and he begins absently stroking his member. Wanting a better view, he scoots his chair closer to the window, his hand in his boxers, as he peers down at his barely dressed mother. He loved when she was outside in her garden because she usually did not wear much in the way of clothing and he enjoyed masturbating to her. He thought his mother was attractive and would love to be with her in a sexual way, but knew that could not ever happen, so he enjoyed his little wanking sessions watching her out the window.
At 20 years old, his second year at the local community college before he transferred to another school, he figured this would be one of the last times he would be able to enjoy the view out his window. He decides to pull his boxers off, and sits in his chair naked, pumping away while staring at his mom down below. She's totally oblivious to what her son is doing, and gets up to stretch before moving to another part of her garden. The sight of his mother stretching, the way her small breasts jut away from her body, the shorts riding up a bit, he was hoping for a glimpse of her panties, but no such luck, made him more aroused. He glances to his bedroom door, which is slightly ajar, checking to make sure his sister isn't out, then continues pulling on himself. Feeling himself nearing completion, he grabs a handful of tissues and stands up.
'I hope she doesn't look up right now.' Mark thinks to himself as he feels the pressure build up within him. Closing his eyes, his passion unleashes burst after burst of his warm seed into the wad of tissues in his other hand. Finally spent, he sits back down, taking a moment to catch his breath. He looks out the window to see if his mother noticed, but she was facing away from him, talking to Mrs. Wilson who lived next door. Feeling a bit embarrassed that his neighbor might have seen, Mark hurriedly scoots away from the window. Mrs. Wilson is about the same age as his mother, a couple inches shorter, with flowing brown hair that cascades down her back, brown eyes, and a nice full figure. She was wearing a bikini that left little to Mark's imagination, and he often spent time fantasizing about her when he wasn't thinking about his mom.
Beth Wilson was walking across her yard to talk to her neighbor, Linda Tanner, when she glanced up at the windows at the back of the house. She stopped in her tracks as she saw Linda's son Mark standing there, naked, with his swollen member in his hand, jerking away.
"Oh my, I wasn't expecting a show." She mumbles to herself as she feels warm between her legs.
"Hi Beth, how are you doing?" Linda is walking towards her, she must not know what her son is up to.
"I'm fine Linda, how are you?" Beth keeps glancing up towards the window where Mark is.
"Been a long week. Just enjoying some time out in the sun while I can."
"Quite right." Beth says absently as she sees Mark lean his head back, hot sticky seed shooting forth from his cock. "I wanted to ask if your son would be interested in mowing my lawn. With Dan gone, there's a lot of things around the house that I need to take care of and I figured he could probably use some extra money since he's going away to school this fall."
"I'm sure Mark would be delighted to help you out. I'll ask him later tonight and let you know. He's working on an Astronomy project for school right now and I don't want to disturb him."
"Okay, sounds good. I'll be waiting to hear from you. Thanks Linda." Beth turns to walk back to her house. That was no Astronomy project Mark was working on up there.
Later that night, Linda calls Beth to tell her that Mark will help with her lawn.
"That's great, Linda. I really appreciate it. Tell him to come by Saturday morning, around nine. I'll be waiting to see him. Maybe he can help me with some other things around the house as well." She pictures him standing in his bedroom, ejaculating. "Okay, well let him know it might be a bit more than lawn work. Thank you so much." She hangs up the phone and sits down at her kitchen table, still wearing her red bikini that she had on earlier. She had a couple of glasses of wine and is feeling quite good. Thinking about Mark's performance earlier, she feels herself getting aroused. Sliding a hand into her bikini bottom, she runs her fingers up and down her wet slit.
"Oh that makes me so wet." She rubs herself a bit, coaxing her clit out from it's hiding place, rubbing little circles around it.
Moaning, she leans back in her chair. Beth slows down a bit and slips two fingers inside her, sliding them in and out while she reaches down with her other hand to continue stimulating her nub. Closing her eyes, she imagines Mark kneeling between her legs, his tongue exploring her down there, the thought sends a shiver through her body. She can feel her orgasm coming on quickly. Rubbing herself furiously, small sounds of pleasure coming from her, Beth enjoys the sensation that begins washing over her like a wave. She feels it building, then it releases, crashing over her, her body shaking, she cries out. She feels something warm all over her hands, running down her leg as she stretches out, letting out a cry of pleasure. As it begins to subside, she sits in her chair, catching her breath. Her hands are coated with her fluids and there's a puddle in the chair, dripping onto the floor.
"Oh, I made a mess." She clicks her tongue. "That was the most intense orgasm I've had in awhile." She gets up and licks the fluids from her fingers, going to get some paper towels to clean up the mess she made.
Saturday morning, Mark heads over to his neighbor's house. He is about 6'1", 160 lbs, not particularly well built as he spends a lot of time playing video games and such, but still shapely in the way that young men are. He has blonde hair and blue eyes like his mother. He stands outside Mrs. Wilson's front door and rings the bell. Letting out a sigh, he wonders why he let his mother talk him into this. Not that he didn't mind seeing Mrs. Wilson or doing yard work for that matter, but it was Saturday! He could be at his friend's house, having a Call of Duty marathon. In fact, that was originally the plan. His friends were disappointed that he bailed on him, teasing him about having to help his neighbor. Well, whatever, she said she would pay me, so I'll do it. He thinks to himself.
Beth opens the door.
"Good morning, Mrs. Wilson." Mark says.
"Good morning, Mark. Thanks for coming over. I really appreciate this." She's wearing a jean shorts and a low cut tee shirt that shows off a bit of cleavage. She takes him by the hand and leads him through her house, giving him a quick tour of the downstairs, before getting to the backyard. "The lawnmower is in the shed over there," she indicates a small wooden shed at the corner of her yard. From here, Mark can see his own backyard, his mother's garden, the back of the house where he lives. "It shouldn't take too long. When you're done, come inside and I'll give you something to drink and we can discuss what else I need you to do for me." She touches his arm.
"Okay. That's fine, I'll go get started then. Your yard isn't much bigger than ours, so it shouldn't be more than 45 minutes or so." Mark heads over to the shed and gets the mower out, filling it with gas from a can that is in the shed. Beth watches him from the doorway, studies how he moves. He yanks the pull cord, getting it to start on the third try, and sets off pushing it around towards the front of the house.
"45 minutes, what to do until then?"
As he mows the lawn, Mark keep thinking about the view of Mrs. Wilson's cleavage that he had when she met him at the door. She is quite attractive, in a bit of a different way than his mom, and he wonders what she looks like under her clothes. He pictures her between his legs, bobbing up and down on his member, him running his fingers through her hair as she does. He feels himself getting aroused, his erection pressing against the inside of his boxers. The mower kicks a small pebble back that hits him in the shin, bringing him back to reality.
"Good thing I wore jeans today," Mark mumbles, wincing in pain a bit as he continues on, nearly done with the grass. This went a bit quicker than he anticipated. He finishes up the last bit and brings the mower back to the shed. Brushing off the grass and debris, he puts it away. Beth is watching him from the window, admiring the view. As he walks back towards her house, she steps outside and meets him holding a glass of iced tea out for him. He takes it and swallows it down in a couple of gulps.
"Oh my, let me get you another glass. Come on inside." She leads him into her kitchen and seats him in the chair she got off in last night. The thought of him sitting there, where she unleashed a torrent of fluid, makes her warm down below. She pours him another glass of iced tea and one for herself.
"So, did your mother tell you I have a couple of other things around the house I could use a hand with?" She hands his glass back to him and sits across from him.
