The next day, I was on the Beckman lawn. I had gone from no pussy to two prospects. True, they were a little older (Okay, a lot older), but pussy is pussy. Mulling future escapades, I parked the mower behind the house, knocked on the door, calling out as I entered, "Mrs. Beckman, I'm done."

She was right there, standing just inside the doorway. My eyes took a snapshot.

Brain: LOOK AT THAT! If those yoga pants were any tighter, the skin would be on the outside!

Me: That's not a camel toe. More like a camel's nose. With a bad head cold. Look at that stain!

Brain: Her top must have been put on with a paint gun. Look at those howitzers!

Me: Those are the biggest nipples I've ever seen!

Brain: Maybe she's looking for some personal lawn care?

Me: Well, duh!

Smiling, she said, "Come on in, I'll get your money."

But she didn't move as I edged around her. Instead, she turned as I went by, face to face, until my back was against the wall. Then she stepped forward, pinning me with her breasts. She looked at me with half-lidded eyes, her mouth inches from mine, her voice a bedroom whisper. "I overheard Candy complaining to Mare about the mess you and Mare made and how she had to clean it up. I wondered how you two could have made a mess that bad and came up with only one way. I've been watching you all morning long, waiting for you to come inside so I could see if I was right."

She shifted her pelvis against mine. "Your eyes tell me I am."

I could feel her heat through my shorts, and Mr. Johnson suddenly awakened by the proximity of a female in heat.

"It's been a long time since I've had a mess like that to clean up. It will be so nice to have one again."

She was rubbing against me now, and Mr. Johnson enthusiastically responded. She brought her face the last few inches forward and used the tip of her tongue to trace the outline of my lips. She then insinuated it between them, prying them open. Her lips covered mine, her tongue caressing mine. She reached around with both hands, grabbed me by the ass, and thrust her pussy against my cock. Mr. Johnson was at attention, ready for action.

She moved her right hand from behind and grasped my cock through my shorts. "My heavens, this is an unexpected pleasure. Let's go upstairs and investigate it further."

She turned and literally led me by the cock through the house, up the stairs and into the bedroom. In only seconds, she had removed her clothing and mine, sitting me on the edge of the bed.

She knelt between my knees, bringing her face towards my cock she was holding in her hands.

"I haven't tasted a young man's semen in a very long time. I love the smell, the texture, the taste. I'm so looking forward to tasting it again." She then planted an open-mouth kiss on the head, running her tongue around and under the corona, before taking it into her mouth. She trapped it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue as she sucked it like a baby on its mother's breast, firmly stroking the shaft with both hands. Her left hand then moved to cradle my testicles, while my tongue lazily traced a path down the shaft, taking first one, then the other of my testicles inside, rolling them against her tongue, her right hand holding my cock high. Then it was light kisses along the big vein on the bottom as she worked her way back to the top. It went back into her mouth, but now with sucking and stroking with a purpose.

My fingers caught her hair, my cock starting the ancient thrusting motion, a precursor to ejaculation. I gave her a warning, "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" and she redoubled her efforts. As I emptied myself into her mouth, I could see her eyes flash open, then slowly close as my cock throbbed between her lips. When it was over, she leaned back, making eye contact with me. She deliberately opened her mouth, showing me the contents and moving it around with her tongue. Then she closed up and swallowed with two gulps. Opening again, she showed it was gone. "That was as delicious as I remember. And so much!"

She moved to the head of the bed, reclining on a pillow resting against the headboard. "From what they said, you're pretty good at eating pussy. Show me?"

Parting her knees, her vulva was wide open. The whole area was glistening with pussy juice, and more was seeping from within her inflamed labia. The smell wasn't particularly offensive, and when I took a tentative swipe with my tongue, the taste wasn't, either. Sort of umami, something I couldn't exactly identify, but different from the others. I was surprised. I had heard that vaginal smell and taste were offensive, but my small (three) sample said otherwise.

Her outer lips were larger than Candy and Marilyn, so I could take each between my lips and lick and suck them. She seemed to like this. The inner lips were hard, red with engorged blood. My tongue lightly traced the crease between them and the larger outer lips, circling down the vaginal opening and back up the other side, in a figure-eight pattern. This was something new in my repertoire, the larger outer lips permitting access to the inside. "That's so nice, you have such a gentle touch. Could you use your tongue on the inside?"

Her wish was my command. I inserted my tongue and moved it up and down. The sides of my tongue massaged the sides of the inner lips, while the tip ran over the top and bottom. She was humming now, enjoying the sensation. But presently she said, "My love button is feeling neglected. Show it some love?"

Moving to the top, her clit was actually out and erect, looking for attention. Lightly flicking the tip of my tongue up and down over it caused her to gasp and her hands to move to my head. Her fingers ran through my hair until they took hold and urged my mouth onto her clit.

I covered it with my mouth and began a gentle sucking, much like on a straw in a milkshake, while alternately swirling it on my tongue and nibbling it with my teeth. This brought an instant reaction, pumping her hips into my face, while her moans intensified. Although she hadn't said anything, she was now panting, and it seemed she was preparing for an orgasm. Nothing to speed it up like some direct "G" spot massage, I thought.

I inserted two fingers into the entrance, tips curled against the anterior wall. I found the rough patch right away and rubbed against it in a circular pattern.

That's what set her off. Her pelvis began jerking up and down and side to side, and she wailed a long, loud "AAAHHH!" I kept it up until she pushed my head back, so I stopped the interior massage too. I looked up to see her gaze at me with her post-"O" face. "I haven't been pleasured like that since I don't know when."

That was well and good, but it was my turn again. Mr. Johnson had recovered and was ready for action. I grabbed her feet and dragged her to the middle of the bed. With my knees between her thighs, I held her hands over her head, my whole weight on her. Like a heat-seeking missile, Mr. Johnson found his target and moved in.

She had much less resistance than the other two. She had had three children, all sons, all big men, all currently in college. Two were playing football (one a potential NFL prospect), the other a wrestler. If they found me like this with their mother, I doubt Erno Rubik could put me back together. But they weren't, and as I reached full insertion, she uttered a much quieter "aaahhh."

As I began slowly stroking her, she suddenly wasn't so loose. Her pelvic muscles contracted, giving me more stimulation. In turn, I shifted higher to drag the top of my cock over her clit. She started panting again, and I sensed she was heading for another orgasm. I let go of her hands and dropped them down to grasp her ass. Lifting it off the bed, I braced my knees and began to rail her. Thirty seconds later, she popped again, this time longer and louder than before. She looked at me with wide, unseeing eyes, mouth agape, hands on my ass as her pelvis bucked into mine. Her lady-like demeanor suddenly disappeared as she began to chant, "Come in me, come in me, give me your seed, fuck me harder, I want to feel you come in me" over and over.

That was enough for me. I jammed into her as far as possible, and her wish was granted. My whole body shivered in an epic orgasm as I pumped her full. Her reaction was a whispered "Yes, yes, so good, so good, yes."

And then it was over. I rolled onto my back and lay alongside her, completely drained. She turned to me, turning my head to her and gently kissing my lips. "This has been the most wonderful afternoon I have had in quite some time. I hope we can do it again next week."

I palmed her breast, tweaked the nipple, and said, "I'm looking forward to it. But now I have to get home." I kissed the erect nipple, grazed it lightly with my teeth, dressed and drove the mower home.