Joe had been cutting her grass for years. As he pushed his ancient lawnmower up the driveway, Mrs. Bryce, clad in a flowy yellow sundress, opened the front door. She casually leaned against the doorframe, and he couldn't help but notice her shapely calves and bare feet.

"Hey there, birthday boy," she said with a genuine smile.

“You can have anything you want, Joe. Anything. What’s your wish?” She said, smiling sexily.

"Uh... hi, Mrs. Johnson," Joe stammered, trying to sound nonchalant as he met her gaze. "I... uh... I don't know what to say... I mean, it's just grass, you know?" He nervously glanced down at his sneakers, blushing.

"Would you like to come inside and cool off? I have some cold lemonade, and the air conditioner is cranking in here." Her eyes raked over his skinny, pale body.

Joe's mind was racing. He knew he should probably say no; she had been his masturbation fantasy for the last few months, and he wasn't sure he could hide his attraction to her.

"O-okay," he stuttered, his resolve crumbling. Mrs. Johnson's eyes sparkled with delight as she slithered her arm through his, guiding him into the air-conditioned house. The contrast between the sweltering summer heat and the cool, conditioned air washed over them like a wave.

As they entered the brightly lit kitchen, she let go of his arm and grabbed a pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. The glass pitcher was already sweating by the time she put it down on the counter, and she turned and stood on her toes to grab a tall glass from a cabinet. Joe couldn't help staring at her legs. She poured him a tall glass before handing it to him.

She looked down at her cleavage.“What do you want for your Birthday, Joe?”

Joe's eyes widened as he tried not to stare at her cleavage, which was practically spilling out of her low-cut dress. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara. "Uh... I... I don't know, Mrs. Johnson," he stammered, his voice cracking.

A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. Was she suggesting...? No, that couldn't be. Must be his teenage raging hormones talking. She's just a single Mom in the neighborhood.

She noticed him squirming in his seat. "Call me Janie," she said with a warm smile.

"Okay, Mrs... I mean... uh, Janie." It felt weird to say.

She knew she needed him to relax; a diversion was in order. "Have you decided where you're going to school?"

"I'm thinking about just trying my hand at writing an indie game and self-publishing it," he replied, relieved to be able to answer with some confidence.

"Is that something you can do these days?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," he said, and explained for several minutes how he was a good coder and how the gaming industry worked. She looked at him with a warm smile, watching him get excited about his future.

She caught herself looking at him. He was cute. Very nerdy and pale, but cute. "What's the game about?"

"Oh, I have several ideas," he said. "It would be nice if I could keep focused for more than a couple of minutes. I'm often distracted by social media instead of focusing on my work. I'm annoyed with myself much of the time."

"Interesting, for someone about to graduate high school, the idea of having 'your work'," she held up her fingers in air quotes, "seems like a more adult thing."

He blushed at the genuine flattery and shrugged his shoulders.

"What else distracts you?"

He froze, and the blood drained from his face. There was no way he could tell the truth. "You know, just normal internet stuff."

"Normal, huh?" she asked, knowing she was about to press on his discomfort a little.

He nodded and avoided eye contact.

"Like, sex?" she asked, as gently as she could muster.

His eyes flashed, and he found that he couldn't close his mouth. He was frozen.

She moved into his line of sight, in front of the spot he was staring at on the wall, "I'm guessing I got it right. It's okay, we all think about sex."

"Not as much as I do," he said quietly.

She touched his knee, "You don't honestly think you're the only horny teenager on earth, do you?"

He looked up at her.

"Even us Moms get horny, honey."

Honey. She called him honey. He shifted in his seat. "You do?"

"Of course, I'm human after all."

"Are you sure this is okay to talk about? I mean, I'm a kid."

"No, Joe. No, you're not," she said as she sat down on the stool next to him. "It's your birthday, you're old enough to vote."

"Okay, that's true."

"How often do you think about sex?" she asked.

He decided just to be honest. "Only every other five seconds or so." He chuckled. "Maybe more."

"So 100 times since you walked in the door?" she said, teasing.

He nodded and smiled at her.

"A girl at school?"

He shook his head. "No."

"Oh, come on, there has to be a cute girl at school you've got your eye on."

"No, not since," he trailed off, looking at that spot on the wall again.

"Not since what, Joe?"

Joe's face flushed even deeper as he forced his gaze back to hers. "Not since... well, not since I saw you changing in your room while I was cutting the back lawn," he stammered, wishing the ground would swallow him up.

Joe," she began, her voice low and steady, "I'm flattered."

He nodded vigorously, his face on fire, "I know, I know. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," she said, patting his knee. She let the silence stretch between them for a moment before adding, "What did you see exactly?"

His face burned even hotter as he recounted the memory, feeling like a total pervert but unable to lie.

Joe's heart thumped in his chest as he recounted the memory, feeling like a total pervert but unable to lie. "Well, I saw... uh... you were... changing," he stammered, looking down at his hands. "I mean, I didn't mean to spy or anything. I just... happened to look up at the wrong time."

"What was I wearing when you... happened to look up?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

Joe's face felt like it was on fire. "Uh... I-I think you were... uh... in your... your bra and... and panties," he mumbled, praying for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

To his surprise, Mrs. Johnson, er, Janie, let out a soft laugh. "Well, Joe, it sounds like you got an eyeful. Can I tell you a secret since you're sharing this secret with me?"

Janie took a moment to gather her thoughts, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "The truth is, Joe... I like that you were looking," she confessed, her cheeks flushing just a bit.

Joe's jaw dropped, and his eyes widened. "You... you like it?" he stammered, disbelief and excitement warring in his tone.

"Well, it's been a while since anyone other than my fingers has paid me any attention," Janie said with a sly grin. "And you have no idea how flattering it is to know that... someone your age finds me attractive."

Joe's heart was beating so hard he could practically hear it in his ears. "I-I think you're really hot, Mrs... I mean, Janie," he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Janie's eyes sparkled with amusement and maybe something else as she took a step closer to him. "Is that so?" she purred, her voice dropping an octave lower. "Maybe we can help each other out."

Joe's mind raced. His breathing quickened as he tried to process her words. "W-what do you mean?" he managed to stutter out, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Well, I like the attention, and you could use some motivation to keep yourself focused on your game career."

"So, here's the deal," Janie continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I can... distract you from your distractions, if you're up for it," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "In return, you provide me with some of the attention I crave."

Joe's mind was whirling. His teenage hormones were screaming at him to say yes, but his brain was sending out warning signals. He knew this could get messy, but the temptation was too great.

"I-I don't know, Mrs... I mean, Janie," he stuttered, his voice cracking again. "I don't want to get you in trouble or anything..."

Janie placed a finger on his lips, silencing him gently, "We're adults, Joe."

Joe hesitated, his mind spinning. He knew that this was a bad idea on so many levels, but the temptation was too great to resist. Besides, what harm could come from a little... distraction?

"O-okay," he finally managed to stammer out. "But we have to be really careful, right?"

"I'm good at keeping secrets." Janie's grin widened, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I'm glad we understand each other, Joe," she said. She stood up and walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing another cold lemonade for herself, her hips swaying enticingly in her flowy sundress.

"So, where were we?" she purred, leaning against the counter and popping the tab on her drink. "Oh, right. You need some... motivation."

Joe's heart thudded wildly in his chest as he watched her, his mouth suddenly parched. He gulped his lemonade, praying it would calm his nerves.

"Let's start simple," Janie said, sauntering towards him and sitting back on the stool. "Tell me... what is it exactly that you want for your birthday?"

Joe's mind raced as he stared at her, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. He glanced around the room, checking for any sign of cameras or hidden cameras that could be capturing this moment. Seeing none, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves.

"Well," he started, his voice shaking slightly, "I-I've always kind of... wondered what it would be like..." His words trailed off as he blushed deeper than ever before.

Janie leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with interest. "What is it, Joe? You can tell me anything." Her voice was low and soothing, like honey.

He took another gulp of lemonade, trying to gather his thoughts. "I... I've always wanted... to... to see your..." Joe's voice trailed off as he blushed even deeper, unable to meet her gaze.

"You've always wanted to see my what, Joe?"

"Your... your boobs," he blurted out, his face a beetroot color.

"You want to see my tits as your Birthday present?" she said with a gentle smile that struck him as motherly.

Joe's face burned as he nodded, acutely aware of how juvenile his request must sound. "I-I'm sorry, I know it's juvenile and all, but...it's just... always been a fantasy," he mumbled, unable to meet her gaze.

"Never be sorry for what you want, Joe."

"O-okay," he said at last, his voice shaking slightly. "I-I... I'd like that. I mean, if you're... sure." His cock was making a tent in his grey shorts, and he tried to hide it.

Janie took a deep breath, her heart pounding in anticipation. She knew this was risky, but there was something about Joe's innocence and desire that drew her in.

Janie's smile widened, and she placed her lemonade glass on the counter with a soft clink. Slowly and purposefully, she reached for the string at her neck, her eyes never leaving Joe's heated gaze. His chest tightened with anticipation as she loosened the bow that held her dress together in the front. It opened just a little, and he caught a glimpse of her cream colored bra.

His teenage hormones surged through his veins, heightening his senses to her every move.

As the fabric of her sundress parted, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her milky white skin and lace, Joe's mouth went bone-dry. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants, straining to be freed from its confinement.

"Is this what you had in mind?" Janie purred, her voice dripping with sultry confidence as she pulled the front of the dress open, exposing the swell of her full breasts in their lacy bra.

Joe's heart raced as he stared at her partially exposed breasts, barely able to believe that his teenage fantasy was becoming a reality. His cock strained against his pants, aching to be freed.

"U-um... I...," he stammered, at a loss for words. His gaze was transfixed on the mounds of soft flesh that had haunted his fantasies for months.

"Joe?" she asked, breaking his trance.

"Yes, Mrs. Bryce?" he whispered.

"Janie."

"Sorry, yes, Janie."

"You want to see them without the bra, I assume."

"C-certainly, Janie," Joe managed to say, his voice cracking. His eyes locked on her chest, drinking in the sight of her generous cleavage, barely contained by the lacy fabric of her bra. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, aching for release.

With a mischievous grin, Janie hooked her fingers into the lacy trim of her bra and began to slide it down, revealing her creamy skin inch by agonizing inch. Joe could see the pinkish-brown areolas harden under his intense stare as she lowered the bra even more, freeing one perfect breast after another. The sight of her hardened nipples sent shivers down his spine.

"Better?" she purred, running a fingertip lightly around her left nipple.

Joe's jaw practically hit the floor as Janie's full, round breasts were finally revealed, her hardened nipples begging for his attention. His cock twitched in his pants, almost straining to get out and touch the forbidden fruit before him.

"U-um... I..." he stammered again, at a complete loss for words. The sight of his high school crush, Mrs. Bryce—no, Janie before him, half-naked and seductive, was more than he could ever have imagined.

"Joe?" Janie purred, her voice dripping with sultry confidence as she leaned forward, her nipples grazing his flushed cheek. "Cat got your tongue?"

Joe's heart thrummed in his chest like a racehorse.

Janie had an idea. "Joe, I want you to do something for me now."

"Uh... o-okay," Joe stammered, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to tear his eyes from Janie's exposed breasts. "W-what do you want me to do?" His heart thudded in his chest, wondering if this was a trick or if his wildest fantasies were about to come true.

Janie sauntered over to the counter and picked up the half-empty lemonade pitcher. "I want you to take off your shorts, sweetheart," she purred, her voice dripping with sultry confidence. "But leave your shirt and socks on."

Joe swallowed hard, trying to quell his nerves as he nodded stiffly. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, and he could feel sweat beading up on his forehead. Slowly and hesitantly, he slid his shorts down his slender thighs, revealing his tented boxer briefs that strained to contain his rock-hard erection. He shifted a little, and his cock pressed through the slit in the front of the boxers like a snake emerging from a hole. He blushed even deeper as Janie's eyes raked over his exposed flesh, her gaze hungry and appreciative.

"Happy Birthday, Joe."

Joe's cock twitched in anticipation as Janie's words lingered in the air. His breathing was ragged, and he could barely think straight.

"Mmm," Janie purred. "Look at what we have here. I’d say you like my tits quite a lot."

Joe couldn't help but blush even deeper as Janie's eyes lingered on his throbbing cock. "I-I..." he stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. His cock jumped in agreement, seemingly unaware of his embarrassment.

"There's no need to be shy, Joe," Janie purred, her tone soothing and reassuring. "I find your enthusiasm... very flattering." She winked at him, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Tell me, Joe," she continued, her voice like honey,” Would you like to touch them?”

Joe's heart raced as Janie's invitation hung in the air. He couldn't believe this was happening – his high school crush, Mrs. Bryce, was now asking him to touch her breasts. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was a dream or some cruel prank. But the feel of his hard cock sticking out of his boxers and the heat in the room told him this was very real.

"Y-yes," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I would like that." His fingers trembled with anticipation as he reached out ever so slowly, as if touching a rare piece of china. His breath caught in his throat as his fingertips finally made contact with her soft, warm skin.

Janie let out a soft moan as Joe's tentative touch, "That feels soooo good, Joey."

The heat in the room seemed to intensify as Joe's fingers finally made contact with Janie's soft, warm skin, sending shivers down her spine, and his cock twitched in response. Her nipples hardened even more, aching for more of his touch. "Mmm, Joey," she moaned, her voice a husky purr that sent chills down his spine.

Joe's confidence grew with her encouragement, and he boldly cupped her breast in his hand, squeezing gently. He marveled at the weight and warmth of her flesh in his palm. He couldn't believe this was happening – the woman he had fantasized about for so long was here, moaning softly in pleasure as he kneaded her breast.

"Oh, Joey," Janie purred, running her hands down her hips.

"So that feels good to a girl?" he asked.

Janie looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, Joey," she purred. "That feels... divine." She guided his hand to her other breast, guiding him to give it the same attention he was giving the first.

"Do you like your Birthday present?" She cooed.

"Presents," he corrected. Joe couldn't help but grin as he continued to massage Janie's breasts, his confidence growing with each passing second. "I... I like my presents," he stammered. "Very much."

Janie gave him a sultry smile, her eyes blazing with desire. "I'm glad you approve, Joey," she purred, her voice dripping with unspoken promises. "And I have another present for you... if you're up for it." She winked at him, her eyes flicking downward to his erection.

Joe swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest like a racehorse. "W-what did you have in mind?" he asked, trying to sound casual, but failing.

“Do you want to cum?”

Joe's jaw practically hit the floor. He couldn't believe what he just heard. "Y-you mean...?" he stuttered, his voice breaking from excitement and disbelief.

“What, Joe?”

"Like ejaculate?"

"You're so cute," she said with a genuine smile. “Yes. Or you can wait until you get home.”

“No, no. It’s my Birthday! I want to, er, cum now.”

Janie couldn't help but smile at Joe's eagerness and the fact that he was still trying to sound semi-calm in this situation. "Well then, Joey," she purred, leaning in closer to him, "let's see what we can do about that."

With that, Janie reached out her hand and gently took hold of his throbbing erection poking through his boxer briefs. Joe couldn't help but gasp as her cool, soft hand enveloped his rock-hard shaft, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his entire body. Her touch sent a wave of relief and joy through his tense body. His hips bucked involuntarily.

Though heavy breathing, he asked, "Can I see your panties?"

Janie smirked at his request and slowly brought her hand up to the hem of her sundress. Joe's eyes were riveted to her every move, anticipation welling up inside him. She teasingly dragged the fabric upward, revealing a pair of smooth, tanned thighs. Her pink lace panties came into view, teasingly barely concealing her womanhood. Joe's cock twitched in response, aching for more.

"Like what you see?" Janie purred, running a finger along the lace edge of her panties.

"God," Joe breathed, his voice raspy with lust. "They're... so sexy." He couldn't tear his eyes away from the tantalizing strip of lace that tormented him so.

"I want to feel this cock pulse and spurt your hot cum, Joe."

Joe whimpered in response. Her words and actions were driving him closer and closer to the edge, and he didn't know how much more he could take. He moaned softly as Janie's words and actions continued to push him closer and closer to the edge. "O-oh, Janie," he gasped, "I-I don't know how much more I can take." His hips bucked involuntarily against her hand, his need for release growing stronger by the second.

"That's it, Joey," she purred, her voice low and soothing. "Just let go for me. Let me see how much you've been aching to give me." Her words were like gasoline to the fire raging inside him, and with a few more deft strokes, Joe lost all control.

"Aaaah!" he cried out, his entire body tensing up as his climax washed over him in waves of pure ecstasy. White-hot semen erupted from his cock, shooting onto Janie's thighs and her lace panties. A single rope covered her left nipple.

Joe's heart raced as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes squeezing shut at the intensity of the sensation. A long, contented sigh escaped his lips as his orgasm subsided, leaving him feeling both spent and elated. His cock twitched once more, then began to soften.

Joe's heart was still pounding in his chest as he opened his eyes and looked down at the evidence of their tryst. "Oh god, Janie," he breathed, blushing a deep shade of crimson. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I made a mess on you."

"That," Janie purred, wiping a stray strand of hair away from her forehead, "was... intense." She smiled at him. "Happy birthday, Joey."

"I got some on your panties, they're wet there," he said.

She opened her legs a little,"Yes, and also here."

"Oh! Is that from your..." he looked up at her pretty face.

"Yes, Joe, my pussy is very wet."

"I've only seen that in porn."

"Well, remember our deal to help each other out?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I need to focus. And you like attention."

"Yeah, what if we make it a longer-term arrangement?"

Joe's cock twitched, and he smiled.