Chapter 3
The next day Grace found herself wishing that she'd shown more will power with Tony. Her few minutes' pleasure had been followed by hours of guilt. Once again she vowed to stay away from the boy and not even to let him into her house.
To take her mind off Tony, she decided to tackle some long overdue yard work. The lawn needed mowing, the shrubs needed to be pruned, and the back fence needed repair. Grace couldn't do it all by herself, so she phoned a temporary manpower agency and asked them to send someone over to help. Then she put on some old jeans and a t-shirt and got to work.
It was a beautiful day, and the hard work in the yard was some help in taking her mind off her terrible guilt over Tony. But one thing Grace couldn't ignore was the nagging need in her pussy. It seemed as if that would never go away. She sighed in frustration. She would NOT see Tony again, but somehow, somewhere, she was going to have to find a man.
"Hello there, are you Mrs. Walker?"
Grace started at the sound of a male voice. She looked up from her pruning and saw a handsome blond kid, perhaps eighteen, grinning at her over the fence. Dressed in jeans and sneakers and t-shirt, he was broad-shouldered and deeply tanned. Grace hadn't seen him around the neighborhood before and had no idea who he was.
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Walker," she said. "What can I do for you?"
"The Manpower Agency sent me to help you with some yard work," the boy said. "My name's Mark."
Oh, hell, Grace thought.
She'd expected a much older man. In fact she'd hoped the agency would send someone old and unattractive, someone she couldn't possibly be attracted to. She was already having enough trouble keeping her mind off sex. It certainly wasn't going to be easy with a stunningly attractive kid like Mark working right beside her.
"I really had expected someone older," she said, "someone with more experience."
"I've got plenty of experience, Mrs. Walker," Mark said anxiously. "Please don't send me back to the agency. I really need the money. I'm saving for college."
Grace's heart softened. Mark wasn't responsible for her problems, after all, and he'd reported for work in good faith. She'd just have to try to ignore him as they worked-if it was possible to ignore a devilishly handsome young man with such a fine body.
"Well, all right, Mark," she sighed. "The lawn mower is right over there. You can start with that, and then I'll find some other chores."
"Right on," he grinned.
Then he vaulted the fence in an easy graceful motion. Grace sighed again. There seemed to be some conspiracy to expose her to sexy young kids. As Mark began to mow the lawn, she turned her back to him and grimly got on with pruning the shrubs. She told herself firmly that she wouldn't think about sex, that she'd totally ignore the handsome kid.
That proved to be impossible. Mark kept passing back and forth in front of her as he mowed the lawn, and as the day got hotter, he took off his shirt. Grace couldn't help noticing his broad firm chest, deeply tanned and lightly thatched with golden hairs. She couldn't help seeing his bulging biceps and firm ass and trim hips.
Nor could she help wondering what the boy looked like naked, how big his cock was, and what he'd be like in bed. She'd succeeded in getting Tony out of her mind, all right, but now she had a brand-new obsession. She felt her hungry pussy getting moist and hot and swollen as she imagined making it with Mark.
Dammit, she told herself, stop this nonsense right now! He's just a kid.
After a couple of hours the sun was getting almost unbearably hot, and both Grace and Mark were dripping with sweat. Grace was near the end of her endurance, and she could see that the boy was slowing down, too. He didn't say anything about it, though, and she knew it was up to her to call a halt. She stood up and wiped her forehead.
"Mark," she said, "it's really too hot to do any more work today. Why don't we sit in the shade and have something cold to drink?"
Mark stopped the lawnmower and heaved a big sigh of relief. "Hey, that sounds great, Mrs. Walker," he said. "To tell the truth, I've just about had it."
"I suspected as much," Grace grinned. "What would you like to drink? I have pop, lemonade, and beer."
"A beer would be terrific," Mark said. "And don't worry-I'm old enough. I just turned eighteen."
Just as she'd suspected-he was still a teenager and, like Tony, young enough to be her son. Grace sighed deeply as she went into the house and got two cans of beer from the refrigerator. Why couldn't she meet a sexy man her own age? Or did she have some kind of sick fixation on teenage boys? It was really starting to worry her.
When she came outside again Mark was already lounging under a big tree, enjoying the cooling shade. Grace sat down beside him, and for a moment they just sipped the cold beer and sighed with relief. Grace felt the beer getting to her quickly, as it always did on hot days. Soon she felt relaxed, almost mischievous.
"So you're saving money for college," she said to Mark. "I don't imagine you have much time for fun, then"
"Aw, I date a couple of girls," he said," but it's nothing special. Neither of them are as good-looking as you, Mrs. Walker."
He stared at her earnestly, his eyes darting down to the firm thrust of her big breasts under the tight t-shirt. He took in her tiny waist and good long legs. Grace reddened. She wished now that she hadn't worn such tight clothes. The boy was obviously turned on by her figure.
"Why, Mark," she laughed, "what a strange thing to say. I'm old enough to be your mother."
"It doesn't matter how old you are," he sighed. "You're just about the most beautiful woman I ever met. But I suppose you're married."
"I'm a widow as it happens," Grace replied, "not that it makes any difference. Nothing could possibly happen between us, Mark."
She'd hardly gotten the words out before she knew that something could happen, that she wanted it to happen. The beer was having a very strange effect on her. She suddenly didn't give a damn about the age difference. She only knew that this sexy kid was attracted to her and that she could have him for the asking.
"I wish something could happen between us, Mrs. Walker," he said hoarsely.
"Well," Grace said, "you can kiss me if you want."
She didn't know what insanity prompted her to say it. But it was out-and Mark took instant advantage of it. She'd hardly finished speaking before he was sweeping her into his arms and drawing her down to lie beside him on the soft grass. His mouth came down hard on hers, and he lay half on top of her, pinning her in place.
As Mark kissed her, Grace's body boiled with lust. She thought how easy it would be to ball the kid. What with the fence and thick shrubbery, her back yard was perfectly private and no neighbors could see in. She could just lie there and let Mark do whatever he wanted with her-if only her conscience would permit it.
He worked his tongue eagerly in her mouth, and his big firm hands fumbled over her body, touching her thighs and waist and finally the big firm globes of her tits. Grace knew she ought to stop him, but it was so exciting to be held and kissed and fondled again that she couldn't bear to stop it. She told herself that she wouldn't go all the way with him. She'd just enjoy him for a few moments.
"Oh, wow," Mark sighed as he came up for air, "you've got such a fantastic body, Mrs. Walker. You really turn me on!"
"Well, thank you, Mark," Grace laughed, "but that's enough. Perhaps you'd better go now."
"Just one more kiss," the boy pleaded. His blue eyes were hot and horny.
Grace melted. One more kiss wouldn't hurt, and he seemed to want it so badly. "Well, all right," she said.
Mark pressed down on her again, his broad chest against her heaving breasts, and kissed her slowly, lingeringly. Grace felt his tongue sliding deep into her mouth again, and her hot little cunt spewed a big rush of juice. She knew she was getting dangerously lusty and that she should send the boy on his way before things got totally out of hand. But surely one more kiss wouldn't hurt.
"Ummmm," Grace murmured.
Mark's hand crept under her t-shirt and cupped one breast. Through the filmy material of her bra the boy could feel the hot throbbing of her big firm tit. He squeezed hungrily, and Grace, knowing things had gone too far, tried to wriggle out from under him. But Mark kept her firmly pinned on the grass, his mouth working eagerly on hers, his hand molding her big hot tit.
Grace wrenched her face away and gasped, "Mark, that's enough. We mustn't go too far."
"Why not?" he panted. "Why not, if that's what we both want? No one can see us here."
It was pretty much the same argument that Tony had used, and it was very persuasive. If they both wanted each other, why shouldn't they have each other? Wasn't it really nobody's business but their own? But Grace remembered how she'd bought the argument with Tony and how she'd felt so guilty and ashamed afterwards. No, it simply wasn't right to get it on with a boy so young.
"Mark, this is all wrong," she said desperately. "You'd really better go."
Far from obeying, Mark slipped his other hand under her t-shirt. Cupping both her big round tits, he said hoarsely, "What's wrong with it, Mrs. Walker? Just because you're older than I am, that's no reason we can't want each other."
No shit, Grace thought wearily. She knew it all too well. Just because there was more than twenty years' age difference between them was no reason she couldn't want to ball him. Her conscience might say no, but her pussy was scorching with need. How could she explain to the boy that society wouldn't approve of what they were doing?
"Mark, just think how your parents would feel if they knew about this," Grace pleaded.
"They don't ever have to know," Mark said. "Please, just let me hold you a little longer. Let me look at your tits."
"MARK," Grace gasped.
But the horny teenage wasn't taking no for an answer. He pushed her t-shirt up over the tightly-packed cones of her bra and gawked at her deep ripe cleavage. The he slipped one hand under her and fumbled with the hook of her bra. Grace squeaked in alarm and tried to wriggle away, but his superior weight held her in place.
"Mark, you've really got to stop," Grace cried.
His eyes were glazed, and he didn't seem to hear her as he worked frantically on the hook of her bra. He finally got it open, and he pushed the bra up out of the way, exposing her gorgeous naked tits. He licked his lips as he studied the huge milky-white globes and dainty little rose-brown nipples. Grace curse herself for leading him on with that first kiss.
"You've got fantastic jugs," Mark sighed. "Oh, man, they're beautiful."
"Oh, Mark," Grace moaned, "please listen to me. This is wrong, I tell you. You must stop."
Mark wasn't buying it. He pressed his flushed face against her big heaving boobs and began to kiss the silky flesh. Grace felt a dizzying wave of lust, and for a moment she just didn't have the will to struggle. She felt his wet tongue flicking out to tickle her sensitive nipples, and her greedy little twat gushed more hot sticky juice.
"Oh, God," she whimpered.
It was all her fault, too, She'd flirted with the boy, let him kiss her, and naturally he imagined that she was a lonely horny widow looking for some action. That wasn't far from wrong, either. It was just that she was determined not to get involved with another teenage boy.
"Mark, nooo," Grace whined.
He just went on licking her pretty little nipples, his hot wet tongue darting from one to the other. It felt delightful, and Grace shivered with horny pleasure. Then Mark fastened his lips around her left nipple and sucked the little rosy bud into his mouth. He began to suck fast and loudly on it, making a wet slurping noise.
"Oh, no, nooo," Grace moaned.
Hot streaks of pleasure ran right down to her boiling slit. It felt so good to have her tender nipple sucked in the heat and wetness of his mouth. Again she lost her will to struggle, and she just lay there enjoying the delicious sensation of having her tit sucked.
In Mark's hotly sucking mouth her tender little nipple soon went stiff. He released it and sucked in the other nipple. Grace said nothing. She just trembled with lusty excitement as she felt her other nipple ripening into stiffness under the wet lashing of his tongue. By now her crotch felt soaked with pussy-cream.
"Oh, Christ," Mark moaned as he released her rigid red nipple from his mouth, "you're making me so excited, Mrs. Walker. I can't keep calling you that. What's your first name?"
"G-Grace," she stammered. "But, Mark, listen. I'm trying to tell you-OHHHH."
Her gasp of surprise came when the boy slipped his hand onto her pussy with amazing speed. Before she could stop him he'd reached down inside her jeans and panties and was cupping the red-hot wet flesh of her gash. He began to feel around, exploring the soft curls of her bush and the supersensitive lump of her clit.
"Oh, my God, Mark," she cried, "this is really going too far. Take your hand away right now."
"Just let me touch you a little," the boy moaned. "Please, Grace, touching won't hurt anything."
He was wrong. Touching could be very dangerous. Grace felt herself getting dizzy with longing as his fingers tickled over her clit and pussy-lips and cunt-mouth. She was so sensitive down there, so receptive, that even Mark's clumsy and inexperienced fingers got her hotly excited. But Grace was losing her will to resist. She still told herself that she wouldn't let him fuck her, but that it wouldn't hurt to play with each other a little while longer. It felt so damned nice, and it had been so long since she'd been with a man. Surely she was entitled to a little pleasure, even though she wasn't married.
"All right, Mark," she said shakily, "you can touch me a little bit more, but that's all."
His stiff middle finger quickly found the moist hot mouth of her cunt. Almost before she'd finished giving her permission, Grace felt the hard presence in her eager little twat. Mark worked his finger quickly to the hilt of her fiery-hot box, exploring the silky wet walls. Grace moaned softly, helplessly. It felt so great to have something stiff in her cunt.
"Jesus, you're hot in there," Mark sighed. "Do you want me, Grace?"
She blushed furiously. She just couldn't admit the shameful truth-that she wanted his cock urgently. "N-No, Mark," she lied. "I just said you could touch a little, that's all. I really think you should be going soon. Your parents will be worried about you."
Mark didn't answer. There was a look of fierce determination on his handsome young face as he began to finger-fuck her. He worked his stiff middle finger swiftly up and down in her juicy clinging box, and Grace had all she could do not to wail with delight. She realized how urgently she needed to be fucked.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered.
Mark wasn't quite as inexperienced as she'd thought. He kept working his rigid finger in her horny little twat, doing his best to turn her on, and now he began using his thumb, too, rubbing it back and forth on the highly sensitive lump of her clit. The combined stimulus was just too much for Grace. She whined with pleasure and gushed a big hot load of cunt juice all over his hand.
"You want me," he said eagerly, "I can feel it."
"Noooo," Grace moaned.
But they both knew she was lying. Even an innocent adolescent like Mark knew what it meant when a woman spewed hot cunt-juice into his hand. He kept working busily on her twat and clit, and Grace bared her teeth in a lusty grimace and arched her pussy up for more red-hot friction. She wanted to come desperately.
"Let me look, too,-" Mark panted.
Still busy frigging her cunt and clit, he used his free hand to unzip her jeans and draw them down to her knees. He quickly did the same thing with her lacy little panties. Grace felt it happening but couldn't find the will-power to stop him. He gawked hungrily at the sweet little glossy brown triangle of her muff.
"Beautiful," he sighed, "even your bush is beautiful, Grace."
She felt embarrassed and ashamed, but she couldn't bear to make him stop teasing and frigging her hungry little twat and clit. His stiff middle finger was still pumping up and down in her juicy little hole, and his thumb rubbed steadily back and forth on her swollen needy love-bud. Grace whined with ecstasy and gushed more hot cunt-cream into his hand.
"Open my pants, Grace," Mark said hoarsely. "Touch my dick."
She knew she shouldn't do it, but she found her hands going right to his fly. As long as he kept frigging her like that, she simply couldn't resist him. She tugged down the zipper of his jeans and pulled his pants down to his knees. He wasn't wearing shorts. She stared lustily at his magnificent seven-inch prick, which was stiff as a board and leaking big bright bubbles of juice.
"Touch it, Grace," Mark panted. "Play with my cock, please."
Dizzily Grace curled her fingers around the boy's cock. It was wonderfully hot and smooth and hard. She started to pump it, running her hand from his crisp golden bush right up to the bulbous purple head of his prick. His leaking cock-juice made her pumping slick and fast. Mark whined with lusty excitement.
"Oh, yeah," he gasped, "that feels great. Yeah, pump my meat."
So in spite of her best intentions, Grace found herself lying on the grass pumping a teenage boy's cock while he worked his fingers on her clit and in her cunt. She'd managed to get Tony out of her mind, all right, but it was out of the frying pan and into the fire. She wanted Mark just as urgently as she'd wanted Tony.
"Oh, Christ!" Mark gasped. "I can't stand it. I just gotta have you."
He was suddenly pulling her jeans and panties all the way off. Grace didn't resist. She had to be fucked, that's all there was to it. She willingly opened her legs for the boy, and Mark was panting with eagerness as he crawled between her thighs and lay down on her. He thrust the big creamy head of his dick into her boiling-hot cunt-mouth.
"Oh, God, YES," Grace moaned, "put your cock in me, darling. Ummmm, yes, that feels so good."
"I'll say," Mark groaned.
The boy quickly worked his achingly stiff cock all the way to her womb, his swollen nut sacs coming to rest against her searing-hot pussy. Grace made a lusty gurgling noise as she took the delicious thrust of his meat. Her famished cunt contracted hard around his thick cock, and her cream flooded out to soak his balls.
Mark was too excited to be slow or gentle. He balled her fast and hard, his belly smacking loudly against hers with each eager thrust. Grace loved it. She moaned hoarsely and clung to the boy, slamming her pussy in time to his strokes. In less than a minute she was wailing in an explosive climax.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, "yes, YES! I'm coming, darling. Don't stop! Please keep fucking me."
"I'll try," Mark panted. "Oh, shit, it's good."
Grace had no sooner recovered from her first orgasms than she felt another one building. The furious jabs of Mark's thick young cock felt fantastically good in her long-deprived cunt. In her excitement she instinctively threw her long legs around his heaving sweaty back, wanting to take his meat as deep as possible in her seething twat.
"Aw, Christ," Mark groaned, "I'm gonna come. AWWWWW!"
"OHHHHHH," Grace moaned.
They came together, moaning and writhing, and Grace felt the delicious hot bath of his jism deep in her convulsing box. Then as her spasms died away and her lust was temporarily satisfied, she realized what she'd done. She had wantonly and shamelessly seduced another teenage boy.
"Oh, wow, that was fantastic," Mark sighed as he rolled off her.
Grace had to agree, it had been fantastic. But whether it was morally right was a whole other question.