I was lonely. I was hurt, lonely and broken. Excuses, I know, but that was how I felt when I landed in bed with my neighbor's 18 year old son. My husband of twenty years had just left me for a younger woman. I was no longer the tall, thin and hot girl he married and had become older, overweight and no longer sexy. My large breasts sagged and my hips grew wide. I was nearing forty and probably looked every bit of that age, if not older. I wasn't getting his cock up anymore so he left me for someone who did.
Anyway, it had been a month of staying inside and avoiding any and all contact. I went to work and came home to cry myself to sleep. That happened after I would force myself to eat dinner, rewarding my fat ass with a large bowl of cookie dough ice cream. I cried my way to the shower, cried in the shower and then cried in bed. Sleep was nothing but horrible dreams of seeing my ex with his new bimbo, her large tits sticking out as he wrapped his sleazy arm around her skinny waist and paraded her around town, making sure everyone knew I couldn't make him hard so he found something better.
My productivity at work started to drop and my boss decided to give me two weeks off, a vacation of sorts so I could get my shit together. "Look... we love you here and we hate seeing you go through this but he doesn't deserve you. You are beautiful inside and out and yada, yada, yada..." I heard the speech from everyone I ran into after the divorce, I was better than him, he didn't deserve me and I will find someone better than him. It didn't make it easier though, if I couldn't make his almost 50 year old cock hard then how in the hell was I going to make anyone else's hard?
So anyway, now it's Friday, 6 pm and I am sitting in my car after leaving Publix for my groceries, in my garage, the new pint of cookie dough ice cream melting in my trunk as the tears begin falling once more. Great, now I had two weeks to sit here and do this shit. I forced myself out of the car and took the food inside. My usual nightly routine began; dinner, tears, ice cream, tears, shower, tears and then to bed with more tears.
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The sun blasted through the curtains and I began cursing myself for not closing them tightly. My bedroom faced the backyard and I had a wooden fence running around the yard. It wasn't a tall privacy fence, it only came about chest high, but I wanted it so the dog could run around freely. Unfortunately the bastard took the dog when he left me. Anyway, I got up to yank the curtains closed and was suddenly frozen. The neighbor's son, Jeff, was out back mowing their yard. He was such a good looking boy, around 6'4 with a toned body from playing football. He had dark brown hair and tanned skin and was wearing a pair of basketball shorts, no shirt. I felt a tingle, the first tingle in a very long time. I dipped my hand into my pajama pants and felt moisture.
Jeff had reached the back end of the yard and turned around, pushing the mower towards the house. I watched the sweat glisten off of his chest and my fingers slid between my swollen lips, rubbing at the hard little nub that had finally awoken. I began to fantasize, imagining that I was younger and hotter and outside with him. He finished the pass and started back up, just as I brought myself to an orgasm, my legs weak and shaky and my breath coming out in ragged gasps.
What in the hell? I felt embarrassment flush my face. I couldn't believe I just imagined fucking an 18 year old boy, of course it wasn't really me now but the much sexier, younger version of me. I pulled my hand out and closed the curtains. Fuck it, I would do some yard work, my own yard becoming very neglected and overgrown since my husband left. I changed, slipping into a pair of not so sexy lace undies that had become quite stretched, loose shorts over those and a sports bra. I figured that Jeff would be inside and maybe heading out with friends by the time I made it out back so I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me. I pulled my long, brown hair into a ponytail and looked at myself in the mirror. My belly pooched out but my tits did look great being suffocated in the tight sports bra, no longer sagging to meet with my belly.
I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice and then sat on the couch for a minute to watch the news. Typical Florida weather, 8 am and the temps were already in the 90's. I really do need to move to someplace cooler. I heard the mower shut off and waited a few more minutes, giving Jeff time to put it away and hopefully head inside before I went out back. Ten minutes and several boring news stories later, I turned the television off and made my way out back.
The heat blasted you hard, almost knocking the breath out of you. I slid down my sunglasses and walked around my pool, now green with algae and muck and leaves, to the shed. I pulled the door open and drug out the nearly new mower. I have yet to ever mow a yard so this would be my first time. I sighed, grabbing the pull string and giving it a hard yank. Nothing. I pulled again and again and still got nothing. Sweat was pouring off of me and my shorts were now sticking to my large, round ass. I looked over the damned thing trying to see if there were directions on it or something else I needed to do to get it to start.
"Good morning Mrs. Bates! I think you need to push the choke on it before pulling it!"
I jumped, nearly screaming as though I had seen a spider. I turned to my left to see Jeff standing at the fence, a smile as bright as the sun on his handsome face. I gave a little wave and then turned to the machine again, bending to find this so called choke he mentioned.
"Uh... where would I find it at, Jeff?" I asked, not wanting to turn around and let him see my red face as I felt like a total fool.
"Mind if I come take a look, Mrs. Bates? It should be on the right but it could be a lever and not a button. I'll be right there!"
Before I could tell him that I would forget about it and just clean the pool, I heard the fences, his and then mine as he walked on over. I stood up, looking down to see the white sports bra I had so stupidly chosen to wear was now see through from all of the sweat. I crossed my arms over my chest in hopes that he wouldn't notice.
"Here... let me take a look. Usually they need to be choked a few times before they start, especially after sitting for so long. Hey... why don't you let me mow it for you, free of charge!"
He stood up, looking down at me. I couldn't help but shudder at how gorgeous he was. Wishing I could fall into a hole in the ground, I shook my head no.
"Thanks Jeff but I need to learn how to do these things now that I am on my own. If you could just show me how to start it then I should be okay."
"Mrs. Bates, I don't mind at all, really. Look, you do something else, maybe clean out the leaves in the pool and such. I will mow the yard for you, every two weeks. I don't mind helping you out since the asshole left you."
My jaw nearly fell to the floor. How did he know?!
"Sorry, I heard my folks talking about it. Mom said he was asshole. Dad told me to come over last week to offer help but I had to finish up with school, graduation and shit takes a lot of time."
"Uh... okay. I guess I can let you mow. I will work on the pool. Thank you, Jeff."
