Having pulled on my jogging bottoms and straightened my hair I decided I had best go outside and finish the lawn.
"See you when I've finished the lawn, Mum," I said
"OK angel, don't waste all your energy on the mower," she replied with a cheeky grin.
"I won't," I responded.
She disappeared upstairs, but I took one last long glance at her ass as she went up the stairs two at a time. Her ass cheeks wobbled from side to side as she almost hopped up the stairs.
"Wow," I muttered out loud as I went out the front door.
"Say how you like this model of mower," said our next door neighbour.
"Hi," I said "Its Ok, it gets the job done I suppose."
"I'm gonna change mine and was looking at this model. I had looked at a ride-on but they are so Godamn expensive" he said.
"Your rite there too, this thing will do for us," I said
"Hey what you got on your face there," he said poking a finger at my face, near my mouth.
"Dunno," I said as I wiped my face with the back of my hand.
It looked very much like lipstick, when I looked at my hand.
"It's gone now," he said, and he wondered over to his own fence, turning and giving me a friendly wave.
I continued mowing the grass and when I had done the front, I went round the side and started there. I felt the presence of another pair of eyes watching me, and furtively glanced up to see our other neighbour looking over at me. She was a widow in her late 30's, her husband had been shot in a bank hold-up and she had never quite come to terms with her loss.
I looked up and waved at her with a smile.
"Hey you don't fancy doing mine too do you, it badly needs cutting," she said waving and smiling back at me.
"Maybe tomorrow I will, but I got too much to do today," I smiled
"No problem," she said and then added as an after thought "I could do with a big strong boy round the house like you."
I finished off the side and went on round the back of the house. The back had big wooden panels giving extra privacy all the way round and the neighbour's houses couldn't overlook our garden at all. I took the mower round and the other tools and bits and pieces and filled the mower up with more petrol. I suddenly heard a tapping sound and looked up to see Mum at a bedroom window waving and smiling at me. She was wearing the same sports bra that she had on earlier and as she leaned forward to wave at me her big juicy tits almost fell out. They plumped up the front of the bra threatening to spill out of the top and they wobbled as she waved.
My cock leapt into action, and I suppose, partly because I had had the pleasure of playing with them earlier that morning, I got harder and harder in seconds.
My cock stuck out at the front of me and pushed hard against my briefs. I took hold of it and pretended to play with it through my trousers and briefs. She laughed and waved even more vigorously at me, and then she put her hands behind her and off came the bra.
There in all their glory, were those two humungous tits hung there, swaying at me, through the window. Her waving did nothing to stop her tits rolling in front of her and she pressed them to the glass, when she realised that they were doing their stuff to me. I shut the side gate, went in through the back door, and climbed the stairs two at a time. I burst into the back bedroom and she was already ahead of me. She stood by the side of the spare bed with both her hands cupping both tits and fingering her nipples.
I walked straight across to her and without any words I put my mouth round her right nipple and sucked it for all I was worth.
I sucked and sucked and slobbered all over it. It was a dark pink with a much darker areola standing out from the pale pink of the rest of her breast and body. It turned me on even further and I grabbed my cock as though there were no time to waste and jerked at it, pulling the skin over my cock head, in vicious strong movements.
This was ecstasy, this was magic this was everything anyone could ever want.
In what seemed like seconds I blew my load all over her belly and legs and she whimpered as she felt the splash against her. I continued sucking on her nipple and watched as her hand went into her pants and started to rub herself.
"Can we get on the bed," I said.
She gently moved onto the bed and kept her hand in her pants. I slipped onto the bed beside her.
"Can I watch more closely how you do that," I asked.
"Of course, but please stop chattering honey," she replied in a whisper.
As she said that she slid her pants over her knees and kicked them off onto the floor. Her legs did a bicycle movement to get them off, but her hand never left her clit.
I moved down the bed so that my face was almost level with her hips and I had a close look at her fingers and her clit. Her pussy lips were being moved apart by her fingers as she firmly rubbed her clit. Her pussy lips were a bright red and swollen from the attention they were getting. She had a sticky juice all over her fingers which ran right round the crease of her thighs. Her other hand was tweaking her left nipple as she pulled and twisted it, far more than I had done, pulling it at least three inch's away from her body and then kneading her tit as her hand released it. She became much more animated and she stretched out tight with her legs, pushing her toes straight out and the muscles in her thighs were taught. She was rubbing and sliding over her clit with much more force and rapid movements. The noise of her fingers in the lovely sticky wetness made a gorgeous sound as she slipped and slapped her clit into submission.
