7 comments/ 37703 views/ 13 favorites Mrs. Greyson By: gunner212 Finally, school was out! High school was over, and I hadn't made up my mind whether to go to college or not. One thing was sure, I had to get a part-time job, at least, so I wouldn't be laying around sponging off my parents. After about a week, things were looking pretty bleak, since every other student was out looking for the same thing. My parents had a cook-out on a Saturday night, and among the guests was my uncle, who was in the landscape business. I asked him if he was hiring, but he had already filled his quota for the summer. He did suggest that I run an ad in the paper requesting jobs for yard maintenance work. All I would need would be one good client to make an income for the summer. I did as he suggested, and within a week, had a few to pick from. The first two were people looking for someone to mow their yard and nothing else, which wouldn't pay much. The address for the third prospect was located in a well-to-do part of town. Arriving at the address, things were looking up. It was a large home with beautiful landscaping and a huge yard. I rang the bell, and the door was answered by what could have been a middle-aged model! Mrs. Greyson was beautiful, about 5'4, maybe 120 pounds, and long blonde hair. She had a friendly smile that you warmed to immediately. I told her I was there in answer to my ad, and she asked me in. We sat in the living room, and I proceeded to tell her about looking for a job for the summer. While talking to her, I couldn't help but notice her figure. Her breasts were, I'd say 34c's, narrowing down to a small waist, and long beautiful legs that she had crossed. I learned that she was 42, and had lost her husband a year before to cancer. Judging by the surroundings, he had left her pretty well off. She told me that the job entailed mowing, trimming, weeding, taking care of the swimming pool, and anything else that needed attending to around the grounds. All the equipment would be provided, including a large riding mower. If the work was satisfactory, the pay would be $200.00 a week! It sounded like a dream job! Being 19 and loving the outdoors, this is exactly what I was looking for. We agreed that I could start right away. Showing up at 7a.m. the next morning, I was anxious to get an early start, since the temperature was supposed to get into the 90's. Ringing the bell, I was greeted by this beautiful blonde wearing a short bath robe. It was obvious that she had just stepped from the shower, and beads of water were still running down into the ample cleavage under her robe. I apologized for being there that early. She said that it was not a problem, proceeding to tell me where the lawn equipment was located. Thanking her, I got right to work. About mid-morning, the temperature was already into the 80's, but I had managed to get the lawn mowed so far. I was just pulling the rider into the barn, when I heard her call, wanting to know if I'd like some lemonade, asking me to join her in the kitchen where it was air conditioned. Having my shirt off, I put it on before going to the house. Knocking at the door, I was told to come in. The kitchen was immaculate, as was the whole house, everything in it's place, and at the center of it sat this goddess in a short sun dress with a low neckline. She was seated at a glass table with her legs crossed, and there was definitely a lot of leg showing. She asked me how my work was coming, and I explained the progress so far, and that I would do the trimming before calling it a day. She understood, saying the heat must be terrible. She had been looking forward to a swim, but with the heat, she would wait and see what tomorrow would bring. I told her that I would get there early enough to have the pool cleaned in time for her to use it. The next day, I arrived at 8, assuming that she wouldn't be using the pool until about 10. Wrong! I had worn swim trunks and had removed my shirt when she appeared. She had on an amazing red, I'd guess you could call a bathing suit, just three patches of cloth barely covering anything! I was shocked, but not complaining. She seemed to be staring, and I realized why. My 8 inch cock seemed to be making a tent in my trunks. Embarrassed, I tried my best to keep my back to her while working, which seemed futile. Whenever I looked her way, my cock would grow, and her stares turned into knowing smiles. I'm 6'2", 170 pounds, with an athletic build, and at present, had a tent in the front! After about an hour, my work was finished on the pool, and I excused myself to do some weeding. She remarked that since I was already dressed for a swim, why not jump in, but I begged off, saying that I had more work to do. After gathering the pool equipment, I stole one last glance before leaving. She had turned on her stomach, and from the back, may as well been nude! I gasped, and retreated through the gate, hearing a giggle on the way. To be continued... Mrs. Greyson Ch. 02 What the hell was I thinking? Practically a naked woman lying in front of me asking me if I wanted a swim, and I tell her "I have to do some weeding". Stupid, stupid, stupid! Getting home that afternoon, I went immediately to my room. After stripping off my clothes, I flopped naked on the bed and took my cock in hand. Normally, I would have booted up the computer to view some porn to get myself off, but today I had no problem, the image of Mrs. Greyson lying there by the pool, and imagining what was under those three patches of cloth. The weekend went by slowly. We had agreed that I would only work on week days, so I sat around the house just waiting for Monday. My parents were happy to see that I had found a job that I was so passionate about. They had never met Mrs. Greyson, but I'm sure that if they had, they would have their suspicions. Finally, Monday morning! The weather was terrible, wind and occasional rain, so I knew yard work was out of the question. Maybe she had some inside chores that needed done. Arriving at 8a.m., I was again greeted at the door by a freshly showered Mrs. Greyson, again in a very short bath robe. She seemed surprised to see me, I guess since it was such a miserable day. I asked her if she had any inside chores that needed done, but she couldn't think of any at the moment. She must have seen the disappointed look on my face, so she asked me if I'd like to join her for some coffee. I'm not a big coffee drinker, but I was today! I gladly accepted. Escorting me into the brightly lit kitchen, she had me sit at the table while she poured two cups of coffee. Normally, if I drink coffee, I have to water it down with cream and sugar, but today I thought it may be manlier to take it black. Eeewww! Sitting across from me, she crossed her legs, and I thanked God that she had that glass table. Her legs were amazing, and the short robe wasn't hiding much of them. Also, the neckline of her robe was loose enough to show plenty of cleavage. Of course, it didn't take long for my cock to rise to the occasion. I noticed that she was staring at my coffee cup, but then realized that it wasn't the cup at all, but she had been looking through the glass at the tent in my shorts! I could feel myself turning red from embarrassment. I took a large gulp of coffee, and again, eeww! We talked for awhile about my interests, and my academic future, if I had a girlfriend, her future plans, etc. I'm sure she noticed that my mind wasn't into the conversation, since I spent lots of time staring at her body through the table. Suddenly, she slowly uncrossed her legs, and that short robe parted just enough to give me a view of a beautiful clean-shaven pussy! Whether she did it on purpose or not, I couldn't tell, because she continued talking normally. She had to know, because I kept staring down, and the growth in my shorts was really obvious. Then, suddenly, it was over. She said that she had to get dressed to run a few errands, but she enjoyed our visit. I tried to stall, hoping I would have time for this boner to go down, but she stood to see me out. I had no choice but to stand and head for the door, clearly humiliated by the fact that I was still hard as a rock. As I was leaving, she mentioned that she showers about the same time every morning, all the time looking at my inflated cock. Driving home I wondered, was she suggesting I return at the same time tomorrow so that she could tease me again, or did she want me to wait until later, after she had dressed? Again, when I returned home and undressed, it didn't take long to cum, replaying the events of the day. I decided to play it safe and wait until noon the next day to return. I was met, this time, by Mrs. Greyson in a workout leotard. She said that she was planning to exercise, and would like me to help her move some equipment around in the basement gym. She had an exercise bike delivered and needed to make room for it. I gladly followed her, my eyes never leaving that leotard as she descended the basement steps. The gym was very nice, various pieces of equipment in a large room, one wall nothing but mirrors. The exercise bike was in the middle of the room, and it didn't take long to arrange everything. I told her that I'd better get on the yard work, but she told me that it could wait until tomorrow, why not stay while she did her workout? I was welcome to use any of the equipment. She started on the rowing machine, and all I could do was watch, hoping that my mouth wasn't hanging open. That leotard clung to her like a second skin, her wonderful nipples showing, and the outline of her pussy lips had me growing again. She told me to go ahead and use the weight-lifting bench. Her husband had used it, but she never did. I put 50 pounds on each side and laid on the bench. I looked in the mirror across the room, and I looked ridiculous, laying there on my back with my cock sticking straight up under my shorts. To make things worse, she offered to spot for me. I told her it wasn't necessary, but she told me that her husband had always told her to use a spotter if the weight was heavy. There I lay, hands on the bar next to hers, looking up at the outline of her pussy just inches from my face. My cock couldn't take much more of this. I did a few reps, and between the lifting and her body, I was building up a sweat. She suggested I take off my shirt, since it was probably binding anyway, but I told her that I would feel embarrassed being half naked in front of her. I couldn't believe my ears when she asked if it would ease my mind if we were both half naked? I didn't know if I nodded or not, but she pulled the straps over her shoulders, and peeled her leotard down to her waist, freeing those beautiful tits, nipples jutting forward. After removing my shirt, she asked if that didn't feel cooler, but all it did was quicken my pulse and make me sweat even more. She proceeded to climb on the new exercise bike, and I just stood there staring at those tits, swaying with every movement. She looked at my cock, and commented about how uncomfortable I looked. At first, her words didn't register, but then I saw where her eyes were looking. I could feel my face turning red as I looked down. My cock was the hardest ever, threatening to force its way out of my shorts. Mrs. Greyson stopped peddling, looked at my crotch, and said "if it will ease your mind, we could both take our shorts off." To be continued... Mrs. Greyson Ch. 03 Excitement turned into terror! Here was a beautiful, experienced 42 year old woman about to strip naked in front of him, and he was a virgin, the closest to sex had been some groping on a date in his car. Would she like the size of his cock? Could he satisfy her? Since an amazing woman like her had surely been fucked by several men, could a young teenage virgin measure up to them? Mrs. Greyson saw the look of panic in his eyes, and realized that this may all be happening too fast for him. Readjusting her leotard to cover her breasts, she walked to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Would this have been your first time with a woman?" she asked. He was embarrassed, and could only look down and nod. She smiled and, taking him into her arms, told him that if it was something that he wanted, they could work into it slowly. A small sigh of relief escaped his lips as she again hugged him, telling him to be back in the morning to mow the lawn, and that things would work out with time. Driving home, he realized what an amazing woman she was, not just jumping into bed to satisfy the lust built inside her, but wanting to make sex, for the first time, a wonderful experience for him. The next day was going to be another scorcher. Hot, humid, and a high of 95 degrees forecast. He got to work trimming until the grass was dry enough from the overnight dew to mow. At about 9, Mrs. Greyson waved to him from the house, fully dressed in a polo shirt, and a pair of white shorts. He returned the wave, and climbed on the mower to get started. It took about three hours to finish the yard, it being about three acres and mowing around all the trees and bushes. Putting the mower into the barn, he was glad to get out of the sun. He knocked at the back door to tell her that he was done for the day, but she insisted that he come in for some lemonade. Sitting there sipping on the cool drink, she said that she couldn't help but notice that his clothes were sticking to him from all the perspiration, asking him if he'd like to shower, and she could wash his wet clothes. He agreed, since he didn't want to climb in his car all sweaty for the ride home. Showing him where the towels and the bathroom were, she left him to get out of his clothes. The bathroom was off the master bedroom, and had a large shower, the kind with multiple shower heads and stereo speakers. Wow! He stripped his damp clothes off, and while adjusting the temperature of the shower, there was a tap on the door. She wanted to know if everything was all right, and would take his clothes if he was ready. He handed them through the crack in the door, thanking her and saying that everything was fine. The water felt great when he got in, he had never been in a shower this nice before. There was body wash on the shelf, and squirting some in his hand, he imagined her standing there next to him. His eyes closed as he touched his cock as she would. Beginning to stroke it, he was lost in his own world, feeling her small hands wrapping around it. Then, another pair of hands caressing his balls! He opened his eyes to reveal this beautiful blonde in those three pieces of material next to him. He was startled at first, but warmed to it as she played with his cock. She said that this was not going to be about satisfying her, she was going to pleasure him. She told him that he had a wonderful cock, and what guy doesn't like hearing that? Reaching for the body wash, she told him to relax, and she would do everything. Not having anyone bathe him since his mother, he was slightly nervous at first, but calmed as she began soaping his back. Starting at his shoulders, she gradually worked her way down to his lower back, slowly massaging the cheeks of his ass. A little more body wash applied, and she was slipping her fingers between his cheeks, lightly rubbing the puckered opening. He had never felt anything this good, and wished it would not stop. But it was only the beginning. She knelt down and proceeded from his upper thighs down to his feet. After telling him to turn around, she turned the spray off, and started lathering his chest, soft swirling motions making him melt under her touch. Then she was there, caressing his rock hard cock, sliding her hand between his legs, and again rubbing his ass hole. It was all he could do to keep from cumming, and was relieved when she started down his legs to his feet. He was a little surprised when she told him to lie on the floor, but did as she asked. She then began to lather her own body, stopping only when she was completely covered with suds. Then, lying on top of him, still in her swim suit, she proceeded slide up and down, side to side. It was amazing! She would trap his cock between those squishy tits, and he couldn't imagine anything feeling this good. He didn't think he could hold out much longer, and she sensed it, his body jerking under her. Kneeling beside him, she took him in her hand. Only a couple pumps and he was cumming all over her hand, arm, and his chest. Then she kissed him, on the lips this time, and asked him if he enjoyed it. He pulled her to him and they kissed again, his cum trapped between their chests. Getting to their feet, they resumed their shower. He attempted to untie the strings that held her suit in place, but she said that that would be for another time. To be continued... Mrs. Greyson Ch. 04 Weak-kneed, freshly showered, and with clean clothes, I returned home. My mind was playing over the experiences I had had today. I had nothing to compare them to, but I couldn't wait to be able to! My parents commented on how different I seemed, happier. I said that it must be the job, the fresh air and all. Yeah, that's it. Later in my room, I stripped my clothing off, took matters into hand, and relived the events of the day. Of course, it didn't take long to cum, and sleep came easy. I must have over-slept the next morning, waking to a voice telling me it was time to get up. There was my mom standing over me blushing, and I realized that I was lying naked with a huge boner! Mom couldn't take her eyes off my cock, and I quickly covered myself with the sheet. She said that dad had left for work, and she was just about to shower. Jokingly, I asked if she needed any help. She sat on the bed next to me and rubbed her hand on my chest, small circles at first, then larger ones, until her hand was working it's way under the sheet. Her bath robe was loosely tied, and I was treated to the sight of a bare breast, all the while her hand creeping lower. Reaching with her other hand, she untied the robe and pulled it to the side. Wow, my mom was totally naked under the robe! As I was taking all this in, her hand found my cock. She said that she wanted to see it again, and I slowly pulled the sheet away, still staring at her body. She is 38 years old, not as old as Mrs. Greyson, and about 115 pounds. She's got some pretty large tits, and seeing me staring at them, she asked me if I'd like to touch them. All the while, she was stroking my cock. To make it easier for me, she stood and removed the robe completely, and I got my first look at a naked woman. Lying next to me, she again wrapped her fingers around my cock and put my hand on her breast. It felt so soft, with a nipple like a pencil eraser. She moaned as I kneaded her flesh, and asked me if I had ever been with a woman before. Technically, I hadn't, just a hand job the day before, so I told her no. Shifting position, she laid down again, this time with her head even with my cock, and me looking at her pussy, not shaved, but with a neatly trimmed bush. Spreading her legs, she told me to get a closer look. I was fascinated with the folds of flesh, and while looking, I felt her warm lips wrap around my pole. It was amazing! Coming up for air, she told me that I could do anything I wanted. As her mouth went to work on me again, I reached out and touched her pussy lips. She was wet, and moving my fingers up and down, I eventually pushed them in. Again moaning, she attacked my cock, taking it all the way down. I didn't want this to stop, and I asked her what I could do to make her feel good also. Getting up, she moved over me and knelt so that I was looking at her pussy above. She wanted me to taste her, so after she went back to work on my dick, she moved down further so that her pussy was inches from my mouth. I got the hint, and ran my tongue over her slit. She went wild, rubbing it against my face while moving her mouth up and down on my cock. Licking up and down, I found a little nub, and the more I flicked it, the more excited she became. I was getting close to cumming, and the way she was grinding her cunt against my face, I knew she was getting close. Suddenly, she started to tremble, and would have started to scream, had it not been for my dick in her mouth. I told her that I was going to cum, but in the throws of her orgasm, she kept working on my cock until I exploded, taking it all while shuddering through her own orgasm. I lapped at her cunt, devouring her juices. Wow, oral sex, another first, and with my own mother! As we lay there, coming down from our orgasms, I realized that I hadn't fucked a woman. Could it be better than this? I attempted to move over my mom, but she stopped me, saying "whoa, mister, not so fast, you have to go to Mrs. Greyson's." Oh yeah, I almost forgot! I got up and showered while mom went to the kitchen to make my breakfast. I didn't know what to expect when I went down to eat. I was worried that she would have regrets about what we did. We sat across from each other while I ate, her sipping on coffee. She looked down at her cup, saying nothing. I had to know, so I asked her if she had any regrets. She said that being married for twenty years, things between her and dad had been in a slump, sexually. Seeing me this morning awoke feelings she had almost forgotten, and the orgasm was the first in years. She was grateful for that. Asking if there would be more encounters between us, she said, " I have some thinking to do", and we left it at that. To be continued... Mrs. Greyson Ch. 05 It was a beautiful crisp morning, and I drove to Mrs. Greyson's with the window down, the wind feeling cool on my face. I thought about my mom, having mixed feelings about what had happened between us earlier this morning. I knew that things between her and dad hadn't been going too well lately, occasionally having heard arguments about the many hours that he'd been putting in at work. She obviously had needs, sexually, but did I have the right to take advantage of the situation when she was so vulnerable? I knew that whatever, if anything, happened between us, our relationship as mother and son would never be the same. A feeling of guilt crept over me. My heart wasn't into my job today, but I managed to get through the day's chores of spreading mulch in some of the flower beds, and pulling some occasional weeds around the patio by the pool. I saw no activity around the house, so I assumed that Mrs. Greyson was gone for the afternoon. I was relieved, since the earlier occurrence at home was still weighing heavily on my mind. Arriving at home, I didn't know what to expect. Would mom be mad, embarrassed, crying? I noticed that dad was home early, and entering the kitchen, things seemed to be as usual, dad was reading the paper, and mom was busy preparing dinner. She pecked me on the cheek, asking how my day was, and we talked about various things that she would like to do to her flower beds while she kept busy with her preparations. Dinner was uneventful, the meal was great, and after dad retreated into the living room, I stayed back to help with the dishes. Whispering to me, mom said, "we need to talk in the morning after your father leaves to play golf." Nodding, I continued to dry the silverware, putting everything in it's place, and retired to my room for the night. Dad always plays golf on Saturdays, so today he was up early and gone when I awoke. I was greeted in the kitchen by mom, seeming very cheerful. She asked if I'd like some breakfast, but I opted for a glass of juice, so she poured a juice for me and coffee for her and sat down across from me. Turning more serious, she said "I wanted to talk to you about yesterday morning. I was wrong taking advantage of you the way I did. As I told you then, your father and I have not been very intimate for a while, and seeing you lying naked in bed, it brought out the feelings that I haven't felt in awhile. Then, after learning that you were a virgin, I felt compelled to teach you how to make a woman feel the excitement of foreplay, and give her the ultimate pleasure that comes from knowing how to use her body for yours and her enjoyment. I'm happy to say that you learned very well. I haven't felt that way in a long time, and for that I have no regrets, and I'll always be grateful. It was wrong, just the same, and it will never happen again. I only hope that I didn't ruin your respect for me." I held her hand and told her, "I will always love and respect you, mom." We wiped the tears from our eyes and proceeded to enjoy our beverages. Things seemed to be back to normal over the remainder of the weekend, and by Monday, I was anxious to get back to work. The grass, again, needed mowing. Having a lawn service fertilize and an automatic sprinkler system has a definite effect on the growth. Finishing by mid-day, I stored the mower in the barn and was coming out when I noticed Mrs. Greyson motioning for me to come to the house. She had on that familiar three pieces of fabric, and my imagination kicked into gear. Arriving at the gate to the pool, she asked if I'd like some lemonade, and I said that it sounded great. She told me to take off my shirt and relax on the lounger and she'd be right back. I sat down and watched as she walked to the house. She was nearly naked from the back, only a couple strips of cloth, one across her back, and one between those wonderful cheeks of her ass. I closed my eyes for a few moments, and then felt the ice-cold glass against my cheek. I opened them to her smiling down at me, and offered me the drink. We talked for a while about the yard, and a few things she had planned for it, all the while I couldn't take my eyes off her body. After finishing our drinks, she suggested a swim, telling me that wearing my shorts would be fine. We dove into the pool, the water feeling great after a few hours on the mower. Diving under the water, I swam towards her, seeing that those small patches had all but disappeared after becoming wet. I could see the outline of her pussy lips, and her nipples had grown, either from the coolness of the water or the excitement building between us. Coming up next to her I stood, my rock hard cock brushing her leg. She let out a small gasp, then dove below the surface. She was under water for a long time, and when she finally emerged, she was totally naked, having removed her suit while under water! Walking to the shallow end, she motioned me to her, and reaching down, proceeded to remove my shorts. Her one hand surrounded my cock while the other cradled my balls. I was in heaven! I brought my hands up and placed them on those magnificent orbs, flicking her nipples while kneading the soft mounds. Stooping, I took a nipple between my lips, sucking and running my tongue over the stiffness. Her hand clenched me tighter, enjoying the sensations of my mouth on her breast. After working on her breasts and being stroked I was getting close but wanting to hold off, I reached under her arms and lifted her to the edge of the pool. Spreading her legs, I dove in between them to lick and suck that wonderful shaved pussy, and she laid back, spreading them further while moaning her satisfaction. Sucking on her clit increased her breathing, and she started shaking when I stuck two fingers in her cunt. After a few minutes of fingering her, she couldn't take it any longer and said, "I need you in me now!" Running down the concrete steps she turned with her back to me, bent over, grabbed my dick, put it to her opening, and told me to push. She didn't have to tell me twice, and I was enveloped by her soft, warm lips. I didn't know it could be this good! I moved slowly in and out until she started backing into me with every stroke and whimpered "harder!" I quickened the pace, stabbing her mercilessly, until she shook, her legs giving way under the throws of her orgasm. I told her I was close to cumming, and she turned to take me into her mouth, licking and sucking until I shot my load down her throat. We both sat exhausted on the concrete steps. Finally recovering, she remarked that for never being with a woman, I sure knew how to push her buttons. Without commenting, I thought "my mom taught me everything I know."