Me and Leon started our business when we were 12 years old. We walked from our neighborhood over to Highland Avenue where all the people with money live and found a house with uncut grass. We went to the door and asked if she would pay us for cutting her grass. The lady was named Mrs. Ferguson and she looked to be very old, but she smiled patiently at the two little black boys at her door and told us to go ahead. Fortunately for us, she had a mower that we could use since we hadn't thought that far ahead. Apparently, we did OK because she paid us $50 and took us next door where we earned another $50 cutting the next yard.
During our first summer, we picked up several more customers and saved enough to buy a used riding mower and weedwhacker. The next summer, we were mowing lawns for most people on Highland Avenue. We worked six days a week from early May until late October mowing grass and mulching leaves. We were doing quite well pulling down about $600 per week. We upgraded our equipment, bought gas and oil and still managed to save about $8,000.
Our business expanded each year until our time was maxed out. By the time we were 18 years old and seniors in high school, we were making just over $20,000 per year. Since I was pretty good at math, I set up a bank account in both of our names and each of us received plenty of money to do whatever we wanted. We were each even able to buy used pick-up trucks.
In early May of our senior year, we showed up at Mrs. Ferguson's house and mowed the grass. When we knocked on her door, it was answered by a much younger woman. I don't know how old she was, but I would guess she was in her 40s. She was a damn good-looking older woman. She had blond hair and blue eyes and a nice set of tits. Actually, she was put together very nicely. She was wearing a pair of mid-thigh length shorts and a tee shirt.
She looked us over and said, "Yes? Can I help you?"
"Uh. Well uh . . . , " I mumbled. "Is Mrs. Ferguson here?"
"I'm sorry boys, but Mrs. Ferguson moved away. I live here now. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Oh," I said. "Well uh, we . . . uh. We cut Mrs. Ferguson's grass. And uh, we didn't know she wasn't here so we cut it just now. She used to pay us $60, but uh . . . "
"I'll pay you guys. I was wondering what I was going to do about that because I don't have a mower," she said. "My name is Kelly Sanders. Who are you?"
I said, "My name is Chuck and this is Leon. Nice to meet you Mrs. Sanders."
"Please call me Kelly," she said.
Kelly paid us and we moved on to the next yard. "Holy shit," Leon said. "She's a hot old lady. Did you see her tits? I'd like to see that bitch naked."
"You got that right, Leon. I hope we see more of her this summer."
Business was very good. We added a few new customers and were able to purchase a zero-turn mower, which should speed up our mowing even more. We always started our week with Kelly's lawn and then moved on from there, but one time in mid-June, we started in a neighbor's yard just to get the hang of the new zero turn mower. We didn't make it to Kelly's yard until midafternoon. When we arrived, we walked to her back yard and found Kelly lying in the sun in a bikini. We hid behind a bush at the corner of the yard and drooled over the luscious curves of her body. She had a beautiful big well-rounded ass and narrow waist. The bottom of her bikini was held together by a string tied in a bow on each side. Her top was unfastened and she was lifted up reading a magazine. I don't know how long we stood there staring, but eventually we knew we needed to get busy so we quietly walked over to her.
"Hi Kelly," I said.
"Oh! You surprised me," she said as she turned giving us a perfect view of her left tit. She must have forgotten that her top was unfastened as she continued to turn until we finally had a perfect view of her whole beautiful chest. Her top fell onto the ground and under her chaise lounge. This must not have been Kelly's day because, unbeknownst to her, one of the string ties of the bottom of her bikini caught on the metal hinge of the chair and came untied as she turned.
"I'm sorry. We wanted to try our new mower on a couple of other yards before attempting the slope in your yard so we're running late today," I managed to squeak out while staring at her chest.
When she saw us staring, she got a look of panic on her face and crossed her arms over her chest. She stuttered, "I -- I -- I'm s-s-sorry boys. I g-guess I wasn't paying any . . . . . Oh shit, I can't believe I did that. I'm sorry."
Leon spoke first, "That's OK Kelly. This is the best view we've had all day," he said while grinning ear-to-ear. I stood next to him eagerly nodding my head.
When she realized that her top was now under the chaise, she began turning back around and the bottom of her bikini fell open showing us her nicely shaved pussy. When she reached for her bikini bottom, her breasts were on full display for us. Realizing that her bikini bottom was jammed in the hinge and her top was out of reach, she said, "Fuck it," and stood up. Neither Leon or I could move as she dropped her hands allowing us to see her whole body. She broke out laughing and asked us if we could get her bikini unstuck from the chair.
Once Kelly was back in her bikini, she laughed again and said, "Well, seeing a 52 year old woman naked had to be a scarry situation for you boys, wasn't it?"
"N-n-no ma'am," I said. "That was the best part of our day."
She walked over and ran her fingers down my jaw bone and smiled, "That's sweet, Chuck, but your nose is getting bigger for telling that whopper."
Leon started laughing and said, "It ain't his nose that's getting bigger."
Kelly and I both looked down at the front of my pants which was stretched to the max. "Oh shit," I said. "I'm sorry Kelly. I didn't mean to . . . ."
She started laughing again and said, "I'm surprised you can get that up for an old lady. Come on. Let's go inside and have some iced tea." She grabbed my hand and then reached for Leon's hand and led us in to her kitchen.
Once we were inside, she told us to sit down while she was going to get a cover up. "You don't have to put anything on for us, Kelly. We like you the way you are," I said while staring at her nicely tanned body.
"Maybe I'll get your iced tea first and then go change," she said as she got glasses out and poured the iced tea.
As she started for the door, Leon reached out and grabbed her hand. He said, "Please stay and have a drink with us. We really like you in that bikini." She looked at Leon for a long time and then looked at me. Then she looked at the floor and slowly nodded.
Both of us were enjoying staring at Kelly's body. I said, "Kelly, you said you were 52." She nodded. "I thought you were much younger than that. You look a lot younger than that."
She laughed again and said, "I have a daughter that's at least 10 years older than you boys. How old are you anyway?"
"We're 18," I said.