I grew up in a very small town. Well, I didn’t even grow up in it, I actually had to grow up outside of town. It was a simple life for my family.
Starting in our early teens, my brother and I started mowing lawns. It was a good job for us, being in school. We’d go to school and mow lawns in the evenings or weekends. When summertime rolled around, we’d do even more.
The majority of our customers were older people and some small businesses. We did it for years, continuing to do the same customers over an over.
My brother was older than me and soon graduated. This left the lawn mowing business to me alone. I had fewer customers by I kept it up with help from my Dad. One day we got a call from Mrs. Armstrong. I didn’t know her, but my dad told me how she owned the local washateria. Having lives outside of town, this wasn’t somewhere I’d ever visited.
On the ride over to Mrs. Armstrong’s my Dad told me how this place had been there for years. The house was right next to the business. Mr. Armstrong passed away a few years ago and she continued to run the place. It was the only local place for those without washing machines to wash their clothes.
When we got there, my Dad went to the house while I unloaded. The door opened after a minute. I looked over to see Mrs. Armstrong. She had dark hair and was wearing some thick glasses. In true older lady fashion, she was wearing a big Moo-moo style cover up. I could tell she was overweight, but what caught my young eye, was when she moved. Underneath that moo-moo appeared to be a pair of huge natural tits. She walked off the front porch and I could see them swaying underneath her fabric. I only got a short glimpse before she went back inside.
Her yard had three parts in around the business. I was getting close to finishing and was around the backside of the house. The door opened and there was Mrs. Armstrong. She walked over to me with a tall glass of lemonade.
I took it from her and looked at her. I could tell that she must have been incredibly beautiful back in her day. She had olive skin and even behind her glasses, I could see her dark eyes. I glanced down, seeing the fabric go over her massive tits. I hadn’t had a lot of experience with girls, but I knew they were well past DD territory.
Mrs Armstrong told me she was glad to find me and it was nice that I was helping her. She was leaving town for a couple of months to visit family in the northeast. She had someone to run the business but needed the outside kept up. I was supposed to mow once a week and she’d pay me ahead of time. I thought this was awesome. No one around and I got paid up front.
That summer I spent a lot of time working. I ended up chasing girls with my friends. My experience with women consisted of heavy petting and having the chance to finger a girl and play with her tits. She wouldn’t let me do much more but I had felt I was getting used to being with girls.
The summer was coming to an end and I was going to be headed to college in the fall. I ended up turning over the mowing business to a younger friend of mine. I still had a couple of weeks left and was trying to make as much money as I could.
One day my Dad told me he got a call and Mrs. Armstrong was back. She asked if I could come over the next evening. I was like “For what?” He said “I don’t know. Maybe she’s going to give you a bonus or maybe she has some other work for you.”
I had made plans to see my friends that evening so I figured I’d stop by and see her and then go out partying.
When she opened the door, I got a shock. What a change!
Mrs. Armstrong was wearing a tight red cotton wrap dress. The split in the dress went right down the middle of her huge tits. The fabric clung to them, only emphasizing their size. Down further, the dress showed her curvy hips and ass as it flowed down. She had clearly lost weight as well and she was wearing contacts instead of those thick glasses. Her face was done up with makeup and she looked beautiful. I was truly speechless.
Mrs. Armstrong looked at me. She smiled. She said “Come in”
I slowly came in, feeling incredibly nervous now.
I took a seat on the couch. She went to her kitchen and came back with a beer for each of us. She said, “I know you’re not of age, but you deserve it for your hard work”
“Thanks Mrs. Armstrong.” I said.
“Oh please,. Call me Rita.”
I took a few sips and smiled. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She had truly made a big transformation. I kept glancing down, looking at the fabric hugging her big tits. Her legs looked toned and the dress line was higher now that she was sitting with me. I couldn’t help but imagine if her skin was the same olive color underneath all that.
She sipped a beer and looked over at me. “So, you did a wonderful job on the yard.”
“Oh, not problem. My pleasure.”
Mrs. Armstrong grinned. “Your pleasure? Hmm..”
I was silent. Not sure what was up here. I asked “So, did you need something?”
She shifted a bit on the couch and said “Oh, well yes I wanted to give you a bonus for your service.”
“Oh, that’s nice. You didn’t have to do that.” I said.
She smiled and said, “well, I think you deserve one.”