Hard work gets you off

After staring at the seemingly insurmountable workload required to make up for months of neglect of your neighbor’s pool and backyard, you sigh and get to work starting in one corner of the pool, removing all of the leaves, June bugs and whatever else floated in the water. As you’re well underway with getting the pool cleaned you seem to feel a pair of eyes on you and glancing up you sees Mrs. Clark standing in the door, her eyes on you with thoughtful glint in her eyes and chewing slightly on her bottom lip.

“I see you’ve got things going,” she says as you look her way, your eyes taking in that hot body once more, “- so I guess I’ll leave you to it!” she smiles and glance down your body as you tear your eyes from her curves in that tight workout outfit and back to her face, that sly smile making you aware of having stopped dead in your tracks and stared at her for the a number of seconds.

You mumble something unintelligible after having been caught gauging her and while feeling embarrassed at that you quickly turn your attention back to your sexy neighbor mom. Stepping back from the door she pulls the door shut once more and turns away, your eyes remaining on her through the glass door and moving down her body, following her braided hair down her back and to those yoga pants stretched onto that nice looking rear end, her hips wiggling as she moves away.

You exhale and look down, your semi-hard cock bulging almost obscenely in your shorts. With a sigh you get back to work thinking that you choice of heading next door so far haven’t done a damn thing to quell your pent up frustration and need to get laid, but rather it’s been like pouring gasoline onto it, and when a little more than a minute later a window opens at the Clark’s first floor and then the sound of a shower being turned on you actually sigh in frustration as your head fills with pictures of that sexy, mature body in the cascading, steaming water...

Getting back to task of removing leaves you focus on the work you have to do, but still your mind continues to think about Mrs. Clark as she showers within earshot of you. By the time the door once more slide open, a good quarter-hour since you first heard the shower turn on, you’re done removing the junk in and around the pool and is crouched down as you measure off the correct amount of chemicals needed to clean it. Stopping dead in your tracks at the sound of the door and then the heels tapping along the surface…

“Hi Jake,” she smiles as you stare at her, smiling as your eyes meet hers, “- you know what you’re doing there?” she asks with a nod towards the chlorine tablets in your hands.

“Hmm, yeah -“ you nod, her appearance in open toed high heels and summer dress taking your mind right back to the fantasy land you had attempted to avoid for past many minutes, “- I’ve done this before, so…” you assure her with a sly smile.

“That’s great!” she grins and you seem to catch something a little mysterious in the way in which she looks down at you, “I’ll be heading out now, got some errands to run, so... I’ll leave you to it!” she finishes off and turns away, adding over her should as you watch her hips sway with her walk “And again, thanks a ton for helping me out Jake!”

Only as she’s well out of sight do you get back up, you cock once again swelled to a half-hard state at the sight of Mrs. Clark. ‘Did she purposely tease me?’ you ask yourself remembering the pop in her step as she walked away and her eyes burning into you each time she had stepped outside to talk.

You push those thoughts away, gets back to the task at hand and almost three hours later you can turn off the lawnmower for the last time allowing you to stand up and stretch your back, at one point you had removed your shirt and your chest glistened in the sun.

“Looks good!” Mrs. Clark’s smooth voice cutting through the air makes you turn, “You’ve gotten more done than I had anticipated Jake,” she smiles as her eyes moves from your body and surveys the cleaned up pool and the row of bags you’ve filled with leafs and such over the past couple of hours.

“Yeah, all done!” you grin with a sigh, stealing a few glances at your sexy neighbor as her eyes are focused elsewhere, the fantasies once more filling your head as you gawk her, from those firm legs and the summer dress onto her slender neck and her beautiful face, a smile on her red lips, before ending at those eyes looking back at you.

“Yep, you’ve done great work here,” she says, her smile as wide as can be and her eyebrows raised slightly as she caught you staring once more, “Well, come on in and get something to drink!”

“Right, thanks…” you reply with a slight blush, your face already a little red from the hours of work in the sun and you follow Mrs. Clark inside, snatching up your shirt on the way.

“Water’s okay, Jake?” she asked as you stepped through the door, pulling the shirt down onto your sticky body.

“Yes, that’s fine,” you follow her voice into the kitchen area, arriving just as she turns and place a glass of water on the island between the two of you, “- thanks!”

“Oh it’s nothing,” Mrs. Clark says, “I’m the one who should be thanking you!”

“Hmm, yeah?” you raise you eyebrows with a sense of uncertainty as you watch her over the glass at your lips, an almost playful smile on her face as she moves around the kitchen island to where you stand.

“Definitely, you’ve earned your pay today!” she gushed as she came to stand right next to you, adding with soft whisper “Might even have done enough for a little bonus…”

You tense up at this, muscles clenching as the sexy mom-next-door leans into you, her breasts pressing against your arm.

“Hmm, yes!” she exclaims in a joyous voice, “A strong young man taking care of my entire yard in one afternoon deserves a little something…” she actually groans, one hand gripping onto your shoulder, fingers digging into you as those great breasts press against you.

“W-Wha… Mrs. Clark?“ you stutter, heart racing and your cock swelling to its hardest state all day.

“Turn around Jake, please?” her husky whisper makes your spine tingle, as she takes the glass from your hand and guides you to turn.

“The fuck?!” you gasp under your breath as you lean against the kitchen island, watching your neighbor lower her body onto the haunches before you, summer dress opening wide and allowing you to peek at her panties, tiny black lace ones, and with her deep cleavage on show right before your eyes.

“Oh, look at this!” she muse with her face before your bulging shorts, “- all for me?” she ask, eyes staring up at you as she chew her lip and rubs her soft hand onto your thighs, making your cock twitch mere inches from her nose.

“Ah fuck yes, sure!” you groan.

“Damn, lucky you!” she gasped as her hands quickly has your running shorts down by her knees, “- and lucky me, huh?” she chuckles as she steadies your hardness in one hand and helps you step out of the shorts with her other.

“Ahhhh, shit Mrs. Clark!” you moan as she swallows you throbbing cock, her mouth warm, wet and soft.

“Mmm,” she moaned before spitting your cock out, “Language, young man!” she admonished mockingly and winked before putting her mouth back onto your erection.

With a surprising amount of enthusiasm and with many more years of experience than the high school girls who your previous experiences has been with your hours of sexual frustration is quickly replaced with pure bliss as you rapidly approach one mammoth of a release. You’re moaning out loud, muscles clenching and cock twitching as your knuckles turns white from gripping onto the counter.

“So,” Mrs. Clark gasped as she suddenly pulled off, out of breath after her determined oral ****, as you groaned at her hand pinching tight around the base of your cock, “- happy with your bonus, babe?”

“Oh, yes! Please…” you groan, as your pelvis thrust forward on its own accord, having been so close when she pulled off.

“Good, but I think we should take this upstairs!” she declares and stands back up, switching her grip on your throbbing cock so she pulls you behind her, “I added an extra stop to my errands in anticipation for this Jake!” she grins, pulling a box from the shopping bags and handing it to you.

You stare down at the pack of condoms with your mouth open, Mrs. Clark having just made it known that she had planned on this?

“We wouldn’t want to risk you knocking up an old lady from the neighborhood!” she giggle as she guide you forward by her hand on your cock, which throbs hard at her statement, causing her to pause and glance back at you with a smirk, “- or maybe you do? Naughty, naughty boy, you!”