Mrs Jones

Mrs Jones lived across the street. Since I was 15, I had been mowing her lawn, waxing her Jaguar, and cleaning her pool. She practically was paying for my college education.

Mrs Jones was in her 50s, but she didn't look it. For years all the kids in the neighborhood loved Mrs. Jones. Her skin was golden brown year-round from sunning in the backyard in the summer, and trips to Aruba in the winter. Her hair was brown with an auburn tint. Her eyes were so blue it was like looking into the sky. From time to time I'd clean her pool and she would be out tanning in the smallest, tightest bikinis where you could not only see her nipples pointing out but the entire outline of her aeriola. If you were lucky, you could see the puffiness of her bush and her pussy lips. She was everyone's dream.

It was a Thursday and it was time to head over and do my daily chores. The first thing I did was pull her garbage cans in from the curb and wash them out. Next, I washed her Jaguar, then it was time to skim her pool. I headed to the backyard. Mrs Jones was there sunbathing as usual.

"Good morning Patrick. How are you today?" she asked, not even glancing at me.
"I am doing good Mrs Jones. I hope to have your pool all set within the hour." I replied.
"No reason to hurry Patrick. It's hot today. Take your time. Oh, Patrick, how old are you now?" asked Mrs Jones.
"I just turned 20 last weekend," I said.
"You're 20 now? My goodness. It seems I've known you forever now and you are still little Patrick from across the street. You are a man now. A handsome young man." she replied.

I grabbed the skimmer and began to clean her pool. Mrs Jones got up and went into her house. After a few minutes, I heard Mrs Joens call for me.
"Patrick, can you put the pool aside and come inside to help me with something?" she asked.
I put the skimmer down and went into her house. I could hear her upstairs.
"Up here Patrick," she called.

I walked upstairs and she called me into her room. I slowly entered and found her in the en-suite.
"I can't seem to get the shower to turn on," she said.
I slowly peeked into the en-suite.
"It's OK Patrick, you can come in," Mrs Jones reassured.
I came in and she was wearing a slim-fitting satin robe. Her nipples were pointing straight out. The material stuck to her ass, exposing the shape of her cheeks.
I reached into her shower and turned the shower on without any problem.
"Oh thank you. I guess it needed a strong man to turn the valve." complemented Mrs Jones. "Do me a favor, take these and put them on my bed," she said, handing me her bikini top and bottom.
I walked into the bedroom and placed the worn bikini on the bed. I glanced back over and saw that Mrs Jones was in the shower. I held up the bikini bottom to my nose and took a deep inhale. Mrs Jones's sweet musk smelt like heaven.
"Patrick, are you still there?" she called out, scaring me to drop the bottom on the ground.
"Yes," I responded.
"Good, just sit on the bed and wait for me. I need your help again." she responded.
I sat on the bed and waited for Mrs Jones to finish her shower. A few moments later I heard her shut off the water, open the door, and step out of the shower. She came into the bedroom wearing her robe.
"Can you grab that pink cream bottle on the dresser?" she asked.
I went over and grabbed the bottle of cream. As I turned around to hand her the bottle, she was bent over picking up the bikini bottom I had dropped on the floor. Her robe lifted, exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks.
"I wonder how that got here?" she asked.
She faced me and I went to hand her the cream.
"I can never get my back, after sunning it's important to moisturize." Mrs Jones said, turning her back to me and dropping her robe from her shoulders. The robe slipped down until it finally rested at her lower back.
"Rub that cream into my back," she asked.
I opened the bottle and placed some of the cream onto my fingers and began to lightly rub it onto her shoulders. My hands were shaking.
"Come on Patrick, don't be conservative, more cream and all over my back," she instructed.
I took more cream and slowly rubbed the cream all over her back, from her shoulders down to her robe. As I got to the robe, she lowered it a few more inches, exposing the top of her ass.
"Get it down low too," she said.
I rubbed the cream down so low, that my hands were beginning to get in between her cheeks. She asked for me to get the side of her back as well. As I did, she raised her arms high. I could see the side of her beautiful breast. I rubbed the cream on her side and as I got near her breast, she turned again and my hand slipped right across the side of her breasts.
"That's good Patrick," Mrs Jones said as she pulled the robe back up.
She turned to face me again. Her robe was not completely closed and I saw her left breast for a quick second.
"Patrick. What? Um, are you aroused?" Mrs Jones said looking down at my shorts.
I didn't realize it, but I started to get hard while rubbing the cream on her back.
"Don't be embarrassed. You are a man now. Men's bodies react a certain way when they see things they like," she said. "Do you like what you see?"
I had no clue what to say. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment.
"Come sit on the bed," Mrs Jones said, sitting on the bed and patting her hand next to her.
I sat down next to her.
"It's perfectly normal. There was a time I could get that reaction from Mr Jones. Now he doesn't even sleep in the same bed as me on the two or three days a month he's home. So, don't be embarrassed. It makes me so happy I can garner that response from a young handsome man such as yourself," Mrs Jones said.
I looked up at her and she stood up and dropped her robe down to her feet.
"So do I arouse you Patrick?" she asked.
I nodded yes. She offered her hand, I took it and she guided me to stand up. She handed me the bottle of cream. I took some cream onto my hands and began to rub it over her shoulders, working my way down to her breasts. I gently rubbed the cream over her breasts, her erect nipples riding between my fingers.

Mrs Jones took the cream and placed it on the bed. She reached out and touched my pants, running the tips of her fingers across my engorged cock.
"That is a fine cock, Patrick. Do you mind?" she asked.
I nodded no. She gently unbuckled my belt, opened the button, and slowly unzipped my shorts. She then reached in and grabbed my cock and pulled it out.
"My god Patrick. I didn't realize that you had such a nice big cock," she said, feeling it around her hand, biting her lower lip.
Mrs Jones gently sat me back on the bed. She grabbed the cream and placed some on her hand. She rubbed the cream all over her hands then reached down and grabbed my cock. Slowly she began to stroke my cock with her slick hands.
"Look at your cock shine with the cream. It looks so good," added Mrs Jones.
She took her leg and placed it up on the bed, and leaned over so I could see her sweet pussy. Her pubic area had a curly brown bush, the area around her slit was shaved, her darker lips extruded from her labia. I reached over to touch her sex.
"No. I'm sorry Patrick. This is looking only." denied Mrs Jones.
She continued to stroke my cock, twisting her hand around the head of my cock. My cock was throbbing. She knew exactly what to do. I could feel the pressure building and building. Mrs Jones took her thumb and began to rub the frenulum of my cock. Suddenly I had no control. My cock exploded. Two streams of hot cum shot out and landed on her legs. She continued to rub my cock head and more and more cum dripped out. Mrs Jones went up and grabbed a towel, wiped her hands clean, and tossed it to me.
"Clean yourself up Patrick and finish cleaning the pool. I have company coming later today. Tomorrow I need the lawn mowed and front shrubs trimmed. Say around 9 am?" said Mrs Jones.
"Yes ma'am, 9 am."