1. Frankie Mrs. Young


    Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, First Time, Oral Sex, Teen, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.2, Source: sexstories.com

    liked to be there when he worked. He had never gone to Mrs. Young’s house so early before, so when he arrived, he was surprised to see her wearing a low cut t-shirt, and shorts. Her long blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled. Mrs. Young was the only other divorced woman on the block and she worked from home. She greeted Frankie with a smile and a cold glass of fresh lemonade. “Thank you Mrs. Young,” he said smiling. “I figured you’d be thirsty, but why are you so early? Mr. Thompson being extra mean today?” “They’re out of town for a wedding,” he said. “Oh, right,” she said. “I forgot Millie mentioned that. They’ll be gone all week. And I’ll bet that skin-flint Mr. Thompson won’t let you work while he’s gone.” “Yeah,” said Frankie. “But Mrs. Thompson said she’ll pay me extra when she gets back to mow her overgrown lawn, even if she has to give you the money.” Mrs. Young smiled and said, “If she gives me any money for you, I guarantee you’ll get it.” “Is it too early for me to start?” Mrs. Young’s smile changed, taking on an almost wicked quality. “No Frankie, it’s never too early to start.” Frankie wondered what she meant, but decided not to push it. He proceeded to mow her grass and when he was finished, he came into her kitchen. There, on the breakfast bar, was another glass of lemonade and a sandwich with some chips waiting for him. Mrs. Young smiled as he sat down to eat. “Hot today,” she said. “Yeah,” he said. “Hotter than normal.” “What ...
    are you going to do when you’re finished here?” “Don’t know,” he said taking a bite of his sandwich. “Mrs. Packard and Mrs. King work and they like to be home when I work so they can make sure I do what they want.” “You sure it isn’t so they can watch such a fine young man work?” Frankie started to choke. He wasn’t sure, but he thought she was flirting with him. When he stopped coughing, he asked, “What do you mean?” “Frankie,” she said as she rubbed his shoulder. “You’re a handsome young man. I know I’ve enjoyed watching you mature over the last few years from a gangly boy into a fine young man. And old ladies like me love to watch handsome young men work.” Frankie blushed and said, “Mrs. Young, you’re not old.” “Hell boy!” she cried. “I’m in my 40’s. When I was your age, a boy like you wouldn’t look twice at me.” “Bullshit!” he cried. “You’re gorgeous! I mean, you’ve got a smoking hot body and trust me when I say, I’d do you if you were my age.” Mrs. Young’s smile grew and she asked, “What about now?” “Now? Well, I ugh-” Mrs. Young started to laugh and said, “It’s okay Frankie. You don’t have to answer that.” Frankie had fantasized about Mrs. Young since he first started working for her. She was the source of his first wet dream, and he had long wanted to find out if she was real, or silicone. He didn’t want to tell his best customer how he really felt, for fear she’d fire him on the spot. Yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling she was teasing him, taunting him with her body. ...
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