Andrea Mitchell stood at the kitchen window and sipped her morning coffee, her eyes intently watching the young man mowing her back yard. She wasn't sure whether she was more pissed, or let's face it just plain jealous. She had been hearing the stories for nearly the last month. Mary; who lived three houses down in their affluent suburb and who raved about the endowed gardener who plowed her flower bed. Then there was Jill two streets over, who couldn't stop babbling how the pool cleaner who cleaned her pipes until she could barely walk.
The list went on, more women from her suburb who were being satisfied; all except Andrea. Her fingers idly toyed at her blonde hair as she watched the young man walking the mower back and forth. Christ, you would have thought the blonde was real, she thought. How had she not put two and two together; all the talk had started a little over a month ago; and he had come home for the summer between his freshman and sophomore years just six weeks ago.
Andrea watched, her coffee cup held motionless, as the figure stopped walking the mower. Her eyes grew wider as the shirt was slowly pulled off; God look at him, she thought. His skin was tanned with chiseled abs, and the huge bulge in his ever tight jeans. Would I fuck that? passed through her mind; followed by the single thought, in a heartbeat.
She could feel her aching mound pressed against the edge of the sink, as he resumed his rounds with the mower. Oh Ben, Andrea whispered mentally; come fuck Mommy...please.
When the silence of the mower signaled her son coming back into the house, Andrea sat back at the kitchen table. She made sure to position herself at the right angle to the back door to show off her profile. Her wardrobe had been carefully selected for this morning; the one size to small bikini top so her full breasts all but spilled out. She then added a pair of white snug shorts that followed the curve of her cheeks, hinting at just a bit of flesh whenever she bent over.
"Oh, hey mom" Ben Mitchell spoke, as he entered the kitchen. He used the shirt in his hand to wipe at the sweat on his face and chest.
"Morning baby", Andrea smiled back. "Any plans today?"
"Yeah" Ben headed for the refrigerator for a bottle of cold water. As he turned, taking a strong gulp, he almost choked when his eyes fell on his mother. Fuck, he thought, now that's a set of tits. He felt his cock pulse in his jeans as it slowly started to enlarge. Ben thought his mothers' breasts were about to burst free, screaming to be sucked on.
Asshole! he thought. This is your mom for God's sake, chill buddy.
"I've got a yard job this morning, can't pass up the extra cash." He leaned back against the counter as his eyes swept over the smooth tanned legs, and full hips now facing him.
I'll just fucking bet, seethed Andrea. All day yesterday at the fitness club, bitchy Kelly Pritchard had gone on and on how Mary's gardener friend was coming today. Instead, she just smiled at her son.
"Oh, make sure you do a good job honey. Make sure all your seeds are planted nice and deep." She watched in satisfaction as her sons eyes grew at the double meaning to her words. Bingo, she thought, there's my confirmation; as if I needed it.
"Umm, yeah"; Ben muttered. "Well, I better get going."
Andrea didn't answer, as her son headed out of the kitchen, she couldn't; her eyes were riveted to the bulge now more evident than ever in his jeans. Is he hard...for me? she wondered.
2.
Andrea waited about forty minutes, then hooked Marco up to his leash. The little Shit-zu was happy to be going for a walk, but Andrea had other plans. It took her another thirty minutes of walking to reach her destination, where she hooked the leash to a fence post in the corner of the Pritchard yard.
Slipping through the small gate into the backyard, Andrea slowly made her way to the large patio. Yep, she thought, as always the curtains were opened wide to the private backyard. As she eased up closer, she saw the patio door was partly open, letting air into the large living room. Looking just around the corner, she froze at the sight before her.
Kelly Pritchard was kneeling on her couch, holding onto the back as her large breasts swayed under her. Ben was standing behind her, holding onto her full hips with both hands; Andrea actually could hear the slapping as Ben's hips slammed into the woman's plump ass through the open patio door.
"Oh God yes...fuck me baby, fuck me" Kelly was moaning.
Andrea stared, transfixed, as her sons' long cock slid out then back into the woman. Shit, she thought, he has to be at least ten inches. Her body shuddered at the thought of what that monster could do to her.
"Like that don't you" Ben grunted; as his hands reached down and cupped a swinging 38D tit. He began kneading the soft flesh as his hips drove in and out.
Andrea watched the pair as they mated, like two primal animals. This was not love making, she realized, this was raw, pure fucking. Just the kind of thing three quarters of the women in this subdivision craved, including her.
Opening the snap to her shorts, and then sliding her hand inside the tight garment, Andrea felt her fingers slide over her own now soaked lips. Fuck her, she thought, fuck her good baby; as one finger slipped between her engorged folds.
Andrea watched as the couple changed positions. Kelly lying on her back on the couch, with her legs splayed wide open over the edge, arms held out.
"Come on baby...give it to me." The woman called.
She watched her son, kneel between those full thighs, his thick cock standing straight out, drops of the older woman's cream dripping form the long shaft. She rammed two fingers up her own aching cunt, as Ben drove that thick fuck stick deep in one thrust.
"Ohhhhh fuck yeahhhhhhh" Kelly moaned; feeling her walls stretched by the biggest cock she had ever had. "That's it", she cooed. "Fuck momma."
Andrea was stunned by the words coming from her friends' mouth. Then, she was even more shocked at her sons' reaction.
"Oh fuck...oh shit" Ben moaned. His hips picking up speed even more, hammering his cock deep into Kelly.
"Ungh...ungh" Kelly grunted under the assault. "You like that don't you." Her hands came up and gripped Bens' hips. "Yeah...fuck mommy. Give me that hot seed like a good boy."
Like a jack hammer, Andrea watched her son pound into her friend. His face contorted as the words flowed over him.
"Oh fuck...gonna cum" Ben grunted. "Oh mom" he whispered as he felt the first thick rope of his cream explode into the woman's welcoming cunt.
Kelly's eyes rolled back as she felt the searing warmth fill her belly. "Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkk, babyyyy." she screamed. "I can feel it."
