The Taylor's House

Wearing my baseball cap, tank top and baggy cargo shorts I knock on Mrs. Taylor's door, ready to do some manual labor. After a few moments the door swings open to reveal one of the sexiest scenes I had ever laid eyes upon.

There is Mrs. Taylor with her long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her beautiful slim face with high cheek bones. She has on a tight white t-shirt that is low enough to show just a hint of cleavage from her big breasts. The jeans have been cut into denim short shorts show off her sexy legs and on her feet are a pair of old flip flops.

After a quick overview of her rocking body with my eyes I bring them up to meet hers.

Good thing I wore baggy shorts, my dick is already growing.

"So glad you came Chris." She says with a big grin.

"You're not working with me are you?" I ask her a little confused.

"Well of course I am! I wouldn't make you do all the work by yourself." She says, "Here follow me to the back yard." And with that she turns and I follow her through the house. Her shorts are so short that I can see the very bottom of her round ass cheeks as she walks.

Oh my gosh those shorts are killing me!

We walk to back yard and go to the storage shed. Mrs. Taylor hands me some tools including a shovel and leads me to the large flower bed.

"OK, so basically today I just wanted to clear this out, pick weed, and turn over the soil so we can plant something later." She instructs me.

"Whatever you say Mrs. Taylor." I answer back.

"Chris I know I'm old enough to be your mom but please call me Danielle." She says.

"Uh...OK." I stammer back.

We get right to work and don't waste any time. I get down on my knees so I can really get into the dirt. Because Mrs. Taylor is so flexible she stays on her feet and just bends over at the waist to reach down and pick weeds. This gives me an incredible view of her ripe tits every time she bends down. It also puts strain on those tiny shorts as her firm ass fills them out, almost bursting the seams. I steal glances as often as I can, 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 asks me.

"Well I guess I'll head off to college soon, just need some money in the bank." I answer.

"That's smart, any idea what you want to study?" she asks.

"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 answer, "By the way, where is Mr. Taylor?"

"He's in Vegas with his buddies....again." she answers with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

Not really knowing what to say to that, we work in silence for a few moments until she picks up the casual conversation again.

It is hot and the sun is relentless. It isn't too long before I notice Mrs. Taylor is sweating pretty heavily. Her white shirt is clinging to her body, accentuating every curve of her heavy breasts and slender waist. Beads of sweat drip down her neck into her cleavage. Her shirt has also become slightly transparent because of the sweat, and I can 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 asks me.

"You're the boss." I answer.

"Are you hungry?" she asks back.