From mowing lawns to a more enjoyable job.

I needed to earn some money to buy my first car.

I was sitting in my recliner with my eyes closed. I was tired. My family and friends had just thrown a party for my 85th birthday. I enjoyed it, but I don’t have a lot of energy these days. I started thinking back over my life. A memory of the summer between my high school junior and senior years popped into my mind.

School had been out for a couple of weeks. I was thinking about getting my first car. During the last school year, I took the auto shop class, and I planned to take it again the next year. I enjoyed working on cars. Because it would be my second year in the class, I would be allowed to bring in and work on my own car, if I had one. I needed to get one before the start of school. To get a car, I needed money. Mom and Dad were just getting by, so they could not be much help. If I got one, they would add me and it to their insurance. I decided to do odd jobs around the neighborhood.

The year was 1964. I found a baby blue 1953 Ford convertible that did not run and was a little rough. It was sitting on the back row of one of the local used car lots. I talked to the owner, and he agreed to sell it to me for $75, “as-is”. He also said that I could give him money each week till it was paid for. It would sit there till I finished paying him.

I started mowing lawns. It was hard work as all I had was a non-powered push mower. I charged $2 for a small yard and $4 for a larger one. Several of my neighbors said I could do it for them once a week. I was handy, so I also did other odd jobs. It looked like I would be able to make enough to get the car before school started.

It was late morning. I was mowing Mrs. Johnson’s large lawn. Single women were not yet using the term Ms., if they were young, they were Miss. If they were older, they were Mrs., even if they were not married. She was a nice older woman. She was single and probably about 40. When I was 16, I thought that 40 was old. At 16, I paid a lot of attention to girls and women and about sex. I did have sex with one girl. We had done it two times. I saw that Mrs. Johnson still had a nice body. I especially noticed her large boobs.

It was a hot and humid morning. I was about half done and had worked up a sweat. I had my shirt off. Mrs. Johnson came out to the back yard. “Billy, you look like you need a little break. Come in the house and have a glass of lemonade.” That sounded great. I stopped mowing and walked to her back door. I started to put my shirt back on, but she said that I did not have to. She held the door open and we went into the kitchen. She gave me my drink and said that she had a window air conditioner in the Livingroom, and that I would probably enjoy the cool air. We went to the Living room and she had me sit on the couch.

She said that she would be right back and left the room. I was half done with my drink when she came back. She had changed her dress. She was now wearing one that ended above her knees and had a very open neckline. That was very sexual in those days. It did not look like she was wearing a bra. Her large breasts wobbled as she walked. She sat next to me on the couch.

We made general chat for a minute. Then she said that she thought I was a very handsome young man. She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told her that I was spending some time with Julie Mason, but that it was not serious. She asked me if we kissed. I blushed and said yes. She asked me if I had sex with her. I blushed even harder but did not answer her. Then she asked, “Do you think you would enjoy sex with an old lady like me?” She pushed her large tits forward, giving me a better look at her cleavage. It looked like the Grand Canyon to me.

She reached out and ran her hand gently over my sweaty chest. Then her hand slid down and rested on my lap. She gave a little squeeze. I guess that when I did not run away, it meant that I was interested. She leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue licked around my lips. Then she took my hand and told me to follow her.

Mrs. Johnson led me to her bedroom. “Take your pants and shorts off. I want to see the rest of you.” It was like I was in a trance. As I undressed, she did, too. Her tits were huge. I had looked at my mother’s bra, and it was labeled 34-C. Mrs. Johnson was bigger. She had to be a D or even maybe a DD. They stood out but also hung down. Her nipples stood out. Julie’s boobs were high and firm but much smaller. She saw me looking at them. She pulled me to her and said, “You can suck them. I will enjoy that.” My face pressed against one of them. I opened my mouth and took her nipple in. “Suck it like you are nursing. Rub your tongue around it while you do.” I followed her instructions. She pulled me even tighter to her chest and moaned. She took my hands and brought them to her tits.

After a minute, she pulled away and dropped to her knees in front of me. My dick was standing out, hard as a steel bar. “You have a real nice cock, and it looks like it wants me. There’s already pre-cum on the end of it.” I knew that I was only average. I was about six inches. I had seen some of my friends in the school gym shower. Several of them were longer and thicker than me. She opened her mouth and slid it down over my dick. Her lips closed tightly around it and she started moving up and down the length of it, causing the loose outer skin to slide over the hard inner shaft.

“Oh Mrs. Johnson, that feels so good.” She pulled off and said, “When we are alone, you can call me Fran.” She went back to sucking my cock. I knew what a blowjob was but had never had one. I had not even seen one. Dad did not have dirty magazines, and the internet was not a thing yet.

I probably didn’t last thirty seconds. I cried out that I was going to squirt. She did not stop. Then my stuff was blasting into her mouth. She swallowed but did not stop. When I stayed hard, I could see her looking up at me with a twinkle on her eyes. She got up, licked her lips and got on her bad. “Come up here and fuck me.”

“I don’t have a rubber.”

“You don’t need one. It is not my fertile time of the month. Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me hard. I need it. I want to feel your cum filling me.”

I climbed between her legs. I leaned and pushed myself thru her thick mat of black pubic hair. I poked around, but was not finding her hole. She reached down and grabbed me and put my cockhead at the right place. I pushed in and she removed her hand. “Do it deep and fast. Fuck me as hard as you can.” She did not have to tell me twice. That was just what I wanted to do. This time I lasted maybe two minutes. My voice was strained when I said, “Mrs. John…..Fran. I’m going to shoot.” “Oh yes, do it. Do it now.” Her body was quivering. When I came, she held me in her while she calmed down.

Then she rolled me off of her. She moved down and put my shrinking cock back in her mouth. I never imagined that a girl would want a cum covered dick in her mouth, but Mrs. Johnson seemed to be enjoying it. She kept doing it and I started to get hard again, but I remembered that I had two more yards to mow before supper. I told her that I had to go. Fran said that she hoped that I enjoyed myself with her. I assured her that I did. I dressed and headed to my next yard.

It rained for the next couple of days, so I could not mow. During the second day, Mom said, “Mrs. Johnson called. She said that she had something that needed doing in the house and asked if you would come over and help her.” I went over and knocked on her door. “Hi Mrs. … Fran. What do you need help with?” She told me to come in.

“My pussy needs your cock’s help. It remembers the other time and it needs you to make it feel good again.” She laughed and reached for my shirt. Soon we were both naked. “I want you to fuck me doggie style this time.” I replied, “I don’t know what that is.” She replied, “I get on my hands and knees, and you get behind me and fuck me from the back, like dogs do. You have seen dogs fucking?” She got on the bed in that position. I got behind her. She reached back between her legs and guided me to her hole. I took over after that. I held her hips and fucked her hard. I lasted longer that time. There was a mirror in front of us. I really liked watching her tits swinging back and forth while I fucked her from the back. We came at the same time. I didn’t even warn her that time. She fell forward onto the bed breathing hard, rolled on her side and told me to bring my cock to her face. Again, she cleaned it and licked her lips.

“I know that you are saving to buy and fix up a car. Here is $10 toward your car. I did not tell her your name, but I told my friend about our first time. She’s older than me and a little on the fat side, but she said that she would be happy to pay you to fuck her like we do. Are you interested?” I smiled. I had found something that paid better than mowing lawns, was easier and more fun. Very quickly, I had five older ladies, from 40 to 58, using my new service, weekly. I was going to have a very nice car when I was done fixing it.

I sat there in my recliner. I was rubbing myself between the legs thru my pants. At my age, I could no longer get an erection, but I still had my memories.
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