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Subject: {ASSM} Lawn Boy - Part 3
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Lawn Boy - Part III

Carol was up early. She was actually a little nervous about today.
What if James was tiring of her? What if he saw her as some needy old
women? She wasn't all that old, just 28. But that was twice James'
age.

At 9 o'clock on the nose he was assembling the pool sweep. Carol could
set her watch based on this kid. Her pool really didn't need cleaning,
but she couldn't bring herself to asking him over for a day of sex.
That seemed, well, too forward. She watched him from her kitchen. He
wore an orange Ocean Pacific bathing suit and a plain blue t-shirt.
His socks were covered in grass stains, presumably from his previous
job.

He finished and came to her back door. She let him in. She hugged him.

"James, I hate always to be telling you this, but you stink."

"I'm sorry, Ms., uh, Carol. It's already hot out there."

"Let's hop in the shower."

James stripped and entered the shower. He was a little started to see
Carol joining him. He missed the "we" part of Carol's suggestion.
Carol took his washcloth and scrubbed his back for him. He enjoyed it.
James reciprocated. They simultaneously washed each others' hair. When
that was done Carol soaped up her left hand and rubbed James' hard
dick. He was no longer a hair trigger, but he hadn't developed much
orgasmic control. Carol giggled and nibbled on his ear.

"I'm just priming the pump."

James did know from his first encounter with Carol, plus from evenings
alone, he lasted much longer after his first orgasm.

Carol took the washcloth and cleaned his still erect penis. James
washed her breasts and crotch. They washed their own legs and stepped
out of the shower. She embraced him and kissed him hard. She took
single steps, one after the other, towards her bed. They carefully
fell together onto her bed. James was kissing her neck. She gently
guided him to her right breast. He took her nipple in his mouth. It
felt good. She continued guiding him and positioning her body until
his head was near her twat. He took the bait. His tongue ran down her
clit to the entrance to her vagina. He probed her with his tongue,
then worked his way back to her clit. He slid a finger inside of her.
She wasn't quite ready for it, but didn't complain. She was quickly
getting moist. He seemed to be feeling her, almost studying her. She
really preferred having her boobs played with during oral sex, but
wasn't about to complain. Her no good ex refused her oral sex, but
insisted he "mouth fuck" her. What a jerk. Why did she marry him?
Suddenly having James, sweet James, exploring her vagina while his
tongue stimulated her clitoris seemed like an absolute privilege. She
was the luckiest woman in the world. She was a liberated woman of the
80's having sex with a 14 year-old boy!

Her orgasm was even more intense than before. She firmly held James'
head in place not wanting to be cheated out of a second of pleasure.
James could feel her spasm around his index finger. He imagined her
doing that around his cock and nearly spilled his seed all over her
sheets.

Carol lied there catching her breath. James, while no longer using his
tongue, was still exploring Carol's anatomy.

"James? What are you doing?"

He paused a minute and then looked up, shrugged, and said, "Just
looking at you."

"I'm up here."

"I know. I've just never seen a vulva before. It's neat."

"Neat?", she thought.

"Well, I've had one my whole life. There's not much to them"

"I just think women's bodies are so cool. You have babies and periods.
And your vulva is so elaborate. It's like, I don't know, a work of art
or a painting."

"Georgia O'Keefe fan are we?"

"Who?"

"Can you just come up here now and finish making love to me?"

James kissed her pussy lips and clumsily climbed on top of her. She
guided him in. In his mind's eye, James tried to picture every detail
of Carol's anatomy. He pictured his penis inside her and wondered how
far up it went. Where did his sperm go? Were these normal thoughts
while having sex? He opened his eyes and spotted Carol's breasts. He
took one of her nipples in his mouth, lightly chewed, and sucked. That
was all it took. He orgasmed. He lied on top of Carol. She liked how
he felt on top of her.

After what seemed like minutes, but was just several seconds, Carol
broke the silence. "There, there. Isn't that more fun than examining
me?"

"I'm just really curious. It's hard to explain. I want to be a
gynecologist when I grow up."

When she was 14 all Carol wanted to do was get out of the house and
party her ass off. But where did that get her in the long run?

"I'm happy to explain anything to you. I just felt a little self-
conscious having you looking at me there."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"I know, you're a sweet young man. It's okay to be curious."

James climbed off Carol and they spooned. James very carefully,
clinically, felt her left breasts. She nudged him. He started
manhandling her breast which is what she wanted.

Carol patted James' ass and said, "How about some cheese and crackers.
And some wine?"

"Wine?"

"Just a small glass. I don't think I can corrupt you more than I
already have."

With that Carol donned her bathrobe and went into the kitchen. James,
still naked, saw the bookcase outside of her bedroom and started
reading the titles. Carol returned and saw him looking at them.

"If you're looking for something exciting forget it. All I have are my
nursing textbooks and romance novels."

James pulled down her nursing volume on obstetrics and gynecology.

"Could I borrow this some time? I'll take care of it."

Carol blinked. "Sure, but it's largely just IV drip rates,
pharmaceutical tables, stuff like that. It's really not any different
than my oncology textbook, just different drugs."

"Can I borrow it?"

"Sure. Think you can sneak it into your house?" Since their last
tryst, Carol had talked with a neighbor who knew James' family. His
parents were absolute control freaks. She was getting the feeling not
too many people from the neighborhood really liked them.

James shrugged. "My dad's at work and my mom took my sisters to the
beach."

"She didn't take you too?"

"I didn't want to go! I hate the beach. I mean, I like it, but she
spends all day there and it gets boring. And I'm supposed to entertain
my two younger sisters the entire day. I told her I had jobs to do."

Carol's dirty little mind kicked into gear.

"All day? When will she be home?"

"I'm supposed to stick something in the oven at five, so I assume she
won't be home before then. She even stays through thunderstorms, she's
crazy."

The pair ate the cheese and crackers in bed. James felt very guilty
about his three ounces of wine. They chatted about stuff. Carol
couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to James. No wonder she
assumed he was in college. He was very intelligent about world events,
how the school system was run, what the country should be like. He was
just clueless under the covers. Well, he knew her anatomy. He knew how
to make babies, but not make love. He also had a very narrow view of
sex. It was past noon and she was getting a little nervous about him
being in her house so long. She decided something.

"James, I want us to 69 before you go."

"69? That's the year I was born."

Carol momentarily felt old, but got past it.

"It's a sexual position."

"Oh."

She lied back.

"Get on top of me the other way. You eat me out while I give you a
blow job."

James got into position.

"Oh, and I love it when you play with my breasts, especially when
you're rough."

James loved the feeling of his dick in Carol's mouth. He started
licking her. Actually from this position it was much easier, he didn't
have to crane his neck so hard. He fingered her with his left hand and
played with her breasts with his right. He wasn't sure how hard he
should be. He squeezed them. He eventually tweaked her nipple,
twisting it between his thumb and forefinger. Her felt her spasm a
little and moaned. So he kept doing it. He continued feeling all over
her pussy and slipping his finger in and out. He plunged his finger
deep inside her and felt her pulsate around it. Her whole body
twitched. This triggered James into action filling the back of Carol's
throat with cum. She tried to take him deeper, but that's as far as he
would go.

A minute later they were snuggled under the covers.

"You know James, I'm going to want your body three times a day pretty
soon."

James seriously responded, "I could probably schedule that."

Carol laughed. "I'm not sure I could. You'd wear me out."

With some hesitation she sent James back home.



Carol had neglected cleaning the kitchen. She didn't have dirty
dishes, but rather old mail, magazines, bills, etc. littered the
place. She came across the check she wrote to James on Sunday for
mowing. She never gave it to him. She also never paid him for cleaning
the pool. She bit her bottom lip and decided to go for it. She
changed, grabbed a book, wrote out the second check, and went to his
house.

James acted surprised she was at the door.

"Can you let me in before someone sees me?" she whispered.

He did.

"Are your parents home?"

"No."

"It's just us?"

"Yeah."

"I never paid you for the lawn or the pool."

"You don't have to."

"Yes I do." She lowered her voice, "I'm not paying you with sex, I do
that because I want you."

"Thanks."

"I also found a book you might want. It describes a physical
examination of a female patient, including a gynecological exam. It's
probably more what you're looking for. I do need it back and don't let
your parents see it."

"I can hide it."

Carol looked around the house. It was perfect. Museum perfect. You'd
never have guessed a family of five lived in it.

"Is the whole house this... pristine?"

"Yeah. My parents insist."

"Let's see your room."

"Okay."

That was the advantage to James being so naive. He probably thought
she literally wanted to see his room. They got up to it and she was
shocked. No rock posters. No Buccaneers posters. It looked like the
bedroom of an 80 year-old woman.

"Your parents do the decorating I presume."

"Oh, yeah."

"Still not expecting them until five?"

"I think."

Carol had changed into a skirt and t-shirt from the hospital. She
slipped off her panties and fell back on James' bed, her pussy clearly
showing.

"I want a quickie."

James closed his bedroom door and took her his clothes. He kneeled to
eat her out.

"No, just fuck me." She saw his look and said, "No, really, I'm ready.
Just do me."

James hit his target and started fucking her. He reached under her
shirt and found breast, no bra. He started to put his mouth to her
nipple, but she stopped him .

"Wait."

James kept pumping. He couldn't believe what he felt. She was
orgasming. He plunged for her breast and exploded into her. When he
was done he was in an awkward position, half on the bed, half on the
floor, so he extracted himself and sat next to her.

"Holy shit, James. That was the first time I climaxed with a man
inside me."

"That's not how it usually happens?"

"It almost never happens like that."

James paused and said, "You aren't wearing a bra."

"I wanted to make things easier for you. I wouldn't have worn panties
except I was afraid I'd drip on the walk back home."

She slipped her panties back on.

"My breasts have actually grown in the past two or three years. I used
to be able to get away not wearing a bra." She paused and said, "I
guess you didn't really need to know that, but you are a future
gynecologist."

Carol quickly slipped out of the Morgan's house where she had just
nail their son. In his own bedroom. Awesome!

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