Marcy Mason, 59, just moved into her new neighborhood. Her husband died a few years ago, and she had finally sold her home of 28 years. Her two sons were grown, so she was terribly lonely and decided to make a fresh start in a smaller house across town from the old one.
As soon as she bought the place, she knew she would need help managing her bushes, flower bed, and large lawn, which were overgrown and choked by weeds.
Marcy was of medium height with light brown hair, 5'5" and about 115, with a 36DD bust. She never had trouble attracting men and dating earlier in her life, but she hadn't felt like "getting back in the game" since being widowed.
She didn't meet any of her new neighbors until about two weeks after she moved in. Finally, when Marcy was outside picking up her mail one afternoon, Carol Burton happened by and stopped to introduce herself.
Carol lived with her husband, Mike, and her 18-year-old son, Steve, a few houses down the street. While chatting, Marcy mentioned that she was going to need a new gardener for her property and asked Carol if she knew anyone.
Coincidentally, Steve was looking for ways to make some extra money that summer before heading off to college. Carol mentioned this to Marcy, who thought it would be a fine idea to give young Steve a chance. Carol took Marcy's phone number and promised to have Steve stop by later that afternoon to discuss the job.
The doorbell rang about 90 minutes later. Marcy opened the door and saw Steve for the first time.
"You must be Steve, hello!" she said. "I'm Marcy Mason. Come on in and let's have a chat."
"Yes ma'am. Hello, Mrs. Mason," he replied.
"Let's sit here in the kitchen," she said, and he followed her through the living room into the kitchen. "Would you like some iced tea? I just made some."
"Yes, thank you ma'am," he said.
"Have a seat there at the table," she said. He sat down, then Marcy poured two tall glasses of iced tea, carried them to the table, and joined Steve.
"So your mother tells me that you just graduated and are headed off to college in the fall," she said. "That's so exciting. I'm happy for you."
"Yes ma'am, I'm looking forward to it," he replied.
Marcy thought Steve was quite handsome, and she immediately took a liking to him. But she could see that he was rather shy and nervous speaking to her, an older woman. She had always found young men approaching 20 to be very sweet and in need of maternal guidance. However, since they were meeting for the first time, she didn't admit that she was attracted to him.
Marcy and Steve talked for a while as she told him what she would need him to do. They went outside to walk around the property, where she showed him in greater detail. They agreed on an hourly rate to be paid in cash, and that he would start work the following Monday. They shook hands and Steve left.
That evening, Carol Burton called to thank Marcy for hiring Steve, and the ladies ended up speaking at length. Marcy asked Carol to tell her more about her son, and Carol told her about raising Steve as an only child. He was quite shy, she said, and he lacked the self-assurance and confidence to ask girls out for dates.
Steve showed up as agreed on Monday morning, and Marcy showed him the shed where there was a lawnmower and devices for cutting bushes and trimming flowers. He got right to work, and after several hours had finished work on quite a few bushes. Marcy thanked him and he went home.
They continued this pattern for the rest of the week, and she was glad to give him his first week's pay when he went home that Friday. She complimented him for a job well done and said she was looking forward to seeing him again on Monday.
During the second week, Marcy began to spend more time watching through the window as Steve worked. That Thursday, he began trimming and weeding the flower bed just outside of the large living room window. Marcy noticed that, later in the afternoon, he took off his tee shirt and worked bare-chested.
The following week, Marcy noticed that Steve seemed more at ease when they chatted. She also found herself spending more time sitting in the living room with a book, but instead of reading, she was distracted by the sight of Steve's nearly naked body as he worked on the flowers and topiary.
"Oh my," she thought to herself. "That's a fine looking young man out there."
Marcy started thinking more and more about Steve at night, after he had gone home. She had been without male companionship for a long time, and her pussy ached for the deep, hard penetration she used to enjoy. After several nights of this feeling intensifying, a fantasy came into focus.
She touched herself several times a night fantasizing about helping Steve become a man. She imagined seducing this young stud, taking him to bed, and teaching him to fill her lonely, aching pussy. Marcy wondered if Steve had similar thoughts, and if he was taking off his shirt for her viewing pleasure as she watched him work. There was, she realized, only one way to find out.
Marcy waited until Friday to make her move. She put on what she considered her sexiest outfit, a black strapless bra with matching panties and a flowing sundress in dazzling colors - sea blue, cobalt blue, deep purple, and black. It closed with strings tied at the back of her neck. She dabbed her favorite perfume on her neck, wrists, and in her deep cleavage.
While Steve was working on the flower bed, she went to the door and called to him.
"Steve, when you are done, why don't you join me inside for a nice glass of lemonade?" she asked. "I'd like to chat a bit about your work and the terrific job you're doing out there."
"OK, sure thing Mrs. Mason," he replied.
