"Wow that was such a cheap move." Zak said to me as I beat his character on the screen.
We had just finished with the gym and were relaxing with some easy video games. Later we were going to go get something to eat and then just enjoy each other's company before he moved away to college.
I would follow him to college a couple weeks later. Until then I was just doing odd jobs to save some money.
"You boys stink!" exclaimed Zak's mom, Mrs. Taylor as she walked into the room.
"Sorry." I said embarrassed. I had always had a crush on Zak's Mom. She was gorgeous. Very petite woman, probably 5'6, long dark black hair with big brown eyes. Her skin was unnaturally tan. I could easily wrap my arms all the way around her waist if I had the chance she was so skinny. Other ladies in the neighborhood had larger breasts than hers, but they were by no means small. Especially on her tiny frame they looked rather large. She went to the gym often so her legs were muscular but the best thing about Mrs. Taylor was her firm Ass.
Ah man that looks so amazing!
As she bent over and picked up some dirty socks and threw them into the hamper she was carrying. Her skin tight yoga pants had sunk into her crack so that it showed off each round perfectly toned butt cheek.
I think Zak knew me and the other guys thought his Mom was super-hot. But out of respect we never said anything to him about it.
"Will you be spending the night Chris?" Mrs. Taylor asked me.
"Uh yeah since it's Zaks last night here I might as well." I replied
Man what I would do to spend the night with you!
*****
After a fun day of activities Zak and I found ourselves exhausted in his bedroom. He was soon asleep which left me alone with my thoughts.
I was thirsty so I quietly walked up the stairs to grab a glass of water. The house was dark except for a light coming from the master bedroom. The door was slightly ajar which gave me a small view of a mirror inside.
In the reflection of the mirror I could just make out Mrs. Taylor.
Oh my gosh, she is getting ready for bed!
I froze and watched silently. My heart pounding. She pulled her shirt over her head and put it neatly in a drawer. After she began brushing her long dark hair. All I could see was her smooth tanned back and the blood was already rushing to my penis.
Not wanting to get caught I quietly slipped back downstairs.
Well I better beat this boner down before I go to sleep.
I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me and went to work with images of Mrs. Taylor in my mind. After a few minutes I heard a soft knock on the door...
"Chris are you grunting in there? Is everything ok?" asked Mrs. Taylors sweet voice from the other side of the bathroom door.
Oh shit! What is she doing down here?
"Uh...yeah, I am fine." I replied stupidly.
"Ok, I was just checking on you boys before I go to bed. Good night" she said back. And went back upstairs.
Well that was embarrassing, hopefully she doesn't know I was in here beating my meat to her.
*****
I laid on my bedroom floor and threw a baseball into the air, letting it fall to catch it, and toss it back into the air. The past couple days had been kind of boring with Zak gone to college. There was not really anyone in the neighborhood to hang out with.
"Chris come down here!" my Mom yelled from downstairs. I sluggishly pulled myself off the floor and followed her voice.
"How is saving money coming?" she asked me.
"It's going alright." I replied.
"Well I found you a little side job. I was at breakfast this morning with Zak's mom Danielle and she mentioned how her yard is too much for her to keep up by herself. I told her you would come work in it for a few bucks." My Mom told me.
Work in Mrs. Taylors Garden? I would pay HER for the chance to do that.
"Thanks Mom." I said gratefully.
"Yeah well just do a good job for her and make sure she's happy." She told me, "I told her you would go over tomorrow."
Oh I would do almost anything to make Mrs. Taylor Happy.
*****
Wearing my baseball cap, tank top and baggy cargo shorts I knocked on Mrs. Taylor's door ready to do some manual labor. After a few moments the door swung open to reveal one of the sexiest scenes I had ever laid eyes upon.
There was Mrs. Taylor with her long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her beautiful slim face with high cheek bones. She had on a tight white t-shirt that was low enough to show just a hint of cleavage from her big breasts. The jeans that had been cut into denim short shorts showed off her sexy legs and on her feet were a pair of old flip flops.
After a quick overview of her rocking body with my eyes I brought them up to meet hers.
Good thing I wore baggy shorts, my dick is already growing.
"So glad you came Chris." She said with a big grin.
"You're not working with me are you?" I asked her a little confused.
"Well of course I am, I wouldn't make you do all the work by yourself." She said, "Here follow me to the back yard." And with that she turned and I followed her through the house. Her shorts were so short that I could see the very bottom of her round ass cheeks as she walked.
Oh my gosh those shorts are killing me!
We walked to back yard and went to the storage shed. Mrs. Taylor handed me some tools including a shovel and led me to the large flower bed.
"Ok so basically today I just wanted to clear this out, pick weeds and turn over the soil so we can plant something later." She instructed me.
"Whatever you say Mrs. Taylor." I answered back.
"Chris I know I'm old enough to be your mom but please call me Danielle." She said.
"Uh...Ok." I stammered back.
We got right to work and didn't waste any time. I got down on my knees so I could really get into the dirt. Because Mrs. Taylor was so flexible she stayed on her feet and just bent over at the waist to reach down and pick weeds. This gave me an incredible view of her ripe tits every time she bent down. It also put strain on those tiny shorts as her firm ass filled them out almost bursting the seams. I stole glances as often as I could, trying not to be too obvious.
Dang how am I supposed to work with a dang hard on?!
"So what's your plan for the future?" she asked me.
"Well I guess I'll head off to college soon, just need some money in the bank." I answered.
"That's smart, any idea what you want to study?" she asked.
"Not really sure, maybe I'll just study to become whatever Mr. Taylor is so I can afford a nice home like yours someday." I answered, "By the way, where is Mr. Taylor?"
"He's in Vegas with his buddies....again." she answered with a bit of annoyance in her voice.
Not really knowing what to say to that we worked in silence for a few moments until she picked up the casual conversation again.
It was hot and the sun was relentless. It wasn't too long before I noticed Mrs. Taylor was sweating pretty heavily. Her white shirt was clinging to her body, accentuating every curve of her heavy breasts and slender waist. Beads of sweat dripped down her neck into her cleavage. Her shirt had also become slightly transparent because of the sweat, and I could see the outline of a light pink bra.
I wish I could be that bra just for a moment and hold those beautiful Tits!
"What do you say we take a break?" she asked me.
