Bobby left Julie’s with a new level of pride. He’d thought that Linda, a divorcee, was attracted to him for some singular reason connected with her marital state. But now Julie, who was married, had come on to him in a similar way, leading him to believe there must be something about him that was causing these beautiful women to offer themselves so. Unfortunately, in his naivete, he hadn’t figured out what that was, so until he did, he’d continue to let them lead, which was fine by him because he was learning so much.

It had frustrated him to find girls his own age attracted to him, only for them to lose interest so quickly. He thought he’d figured it out when he saw those same girls crawling all over other guys whose hands wandered all over their bodies, while he, ever the respectful gentleman, kept his hands to himself. His mother had beaten it into his head, even as a young boy, that girls didn’t want what boys wanted from them, especially all the touching in private places, and those girls who did had nefarious motives. A ‘nice’ girl would like a tender kiss from time to time, and that was enough.

There had been one who lasted a little longer than the others: Mandy. She seemed to really like him and tried to get him to open up and show his feelings for her in more direct ways. She’s the one who let him, or more accurately, encouraged him to feel her small breasts, even opening her blouse to feel his hand on her bra one evening. He remembered how she’d taken his hand from her shirt and stuffed it into her pants while parked in the street outside her home.

“Mmm, can you feel it, Bobby?” she’d asked.

“Um. Yes?” he replied, not sure what she meant, such was his cluelessness. “Feel what?”

“Doesn’t it feel wet to you down there?” she asked as she put her hand on the lump in his pants. She didn’t have much experience either, but she knew how things were supposed to work. She was surprised at the size of the bulge in his jeans, but since she had none to compare it to, she thought it might be the same with all boys.

“Yes, I … I feel it. Why is your underwear wet?”

“Oh, just forget it, Bobby!” she said with frustration, pulling his hand out of her pants, zipping up her jeans, and getting out of his car. She paid him no more attention after that, which left him feeling both sad and stupid. In his mind, he was torn between having lost someone he really liked and his mother’s assessment of ‘girls like that.’ He never knew she’d gone to bed that night crying herself to sleep over him.

As he drove away from Julie’s home on his way to his next job, he thought of Mandy, wondering whether she’d like any of the things he had done with Linda and Julie. He now understood her frustration with him and was finally realizing his mother’s advice was misleading, if not completely wrong. All his life, she’d made no mystery of how she felt about his father, and he had begun to recognize that her bitterness and lack of joy were the result. He wished he had a father to consult about women.

Weeks passed, and Bobby’s education progressed with each visit to his tutors. Linda and Julie concentrated on the finer aspects of pleasing them. But apart from the one indiscretion of Linda revealing Bobby’s innocence and naivete to Julie, they’d told no one else about him or his secret weapon. However, Linda had given him gushing reviews when fulfilling her promise of trying to find him new clients.

Bobby was always a little nervous meeting new customers. Usually, his fear was unfounded, but he recalled one less-than-friendly and demanding customer, which fed his current worries about meeting Mrs. Bianchi, Linda’s first client referral.

He was now on his way to meet her, with the additional worry of the new pricing scheme Linda had suggested. She’d told him he was charging too little, like he was still the neighbor boy doing lawns for pocket money.

“You have a real business now, Bobby! You’re not just the kid down the street mowing the lawns of your mom’s friends. You can easily charge half again what you’re charging now, and it’ll still be less than your competition!”

He hoped she was right when he parked his pickup in the street and made his way to the front door. It was a large home, so he imagined a family occupying it. The front yard was beautifully landscaped with trimmed shrubs and ornamental trees, but not much grass, as the house was relatively close to the street.

“Hello! Mrs. Bianchi?” he asked when a short, shapely woman in workout garb answered the door.

“Yes, and you must be Bobby?” she answered, eyeing him like prey. Though it was early fall, he was still dressed, or barely dressed, as he was in the summer with his tight shorts and bare chest. Linda would later suggest he meet new prospective clients at least wearing a shirt.

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you for considering me for your lawn. Do you mind if I walk around to see what the backyard looks like?”

“Not at all. I’ll go with you,” she said, stepping out and closing the door behind her.

They walked the front yard, what there was of it, first. She pointed out areas of concern that he should treat carefully. Around the side, they passed through a gate into a manicured yard, featuring a pool and landscaping to rival the front, and considerably more lawn. As they rounded the pool, he caught sight of a girl sunbathing in a skimpy black swimsuit with black hair, similar to Mrs. Bianchi’s, though much longer.

“That’s my daughter,” Mrs. Bianchi said, smiling at his interest in the scantily clad girl.

“Big house like this, you probably have several children?” he guessed.

“No, it’s just Mia and me. I’m afraid she’s rather spoiled as a result,” she confessed.

“Mom!” Mia protested, now sitting up and taking notice of Bobby.

They looked around the yard, with Bobby making sure he had a good idea of all the details, while still eyeing the pretty girl who’d now lifted her knees up and apart. He asked about the other plantings and shrubs, offering to care for them as well, but she suggested he prove himself with the lawn first.

Walking behind him as they surveyed the yard, Mrs. Bianchi kept her eye on the boy’s tight shorts. He seemed to notice, as he turned frequently and caught her staring. She just smiled as though it was a natural thing to do. She thought of the enthusiastic praise Linda had given him, and wondered if his cute butt had anything to do with it. She openly smiled and even licked her lips at the growing lump in his shorts, which she assumed her daughter had inadvertently created.

Finally, they talked about the price, and Mrs. Bianchi agreed, asking him when he could start.

“The lawn needs mowing now, and while I’d usually do yours on Wednesday, I can do it today if you want?”

“That’d be great, but I have to leave for an appointment soon. You probably don’t need me here for anything?” she asked, a bit of disappointment showing.

“No, ma’am. I’ll send you an invoice at the end of the month, okay?”

They agreed, and Bobby got to work. He saw her drive off when he was just finished mowing the front yard. She waved through an open window, saying, “See you next week, Bobby!”

Pushing his mower through the gate, he entered the backyard, the loud mower attracting Mia’s attention for a moment, but she quickly settled back on the lounger, soaking up the rays. He continued mowing, unaware of her eyes following him through her dark sunglasses. He stole glances at her, too. Her long, straight black hair and black suit, setting off her bronzed skin, gave her an exotic air. When he got to her side of the pool, she rolled up on her side, tilted her glasses down, eyed him, and his raging erection, suggestively.

‘Again?’ he thought to himself as he shut down the mower and pushed it back out to his truck. Returning the mower, he took out an edger and went to the back first, mainly to see if Mia was still there. She was!

He had to consciously keep his mind on his work as long as she was in sight. She looked to be a few years older than him with a slender, petite body and nice tits, though small in comparison to his recent sexual interests.

Back to his truck for the leaf blower, he started on the front this time, so when he finished in the back, he’d be done for the day. He wasn’t really expecting anything to happen, but wouldn’t do anything that might discourage it.

There was something about the blower that he enjoyed: blowing all the grass clippings and other natural debris away, which seemingly disappeared, leaving a clean driveway or patio. The motor was idling when he entered the backyard to work on the patio around the pool. He started at the back corner and worked his way around so he’d finish right near Mia. The blower was powerful enough that he didn’t need to go right beside her to get the clippings near her chair. He was about finished, blasting the grass and fallen leaves away from the back door of the home.

When he shut the blower off and turned around, Mia was standing right there. It had happened before when his loud equipment provided a cover for an owner to ‘sneak’ up behind him. He wasn’t complaining this time.

“What’re you doing, Bobby?” she asked as she moved close.

“Um. Just blowing off the patio,” he said, deciding to adopt his naïve persona again, though with this girl, he imagined he could show her a thing or two. When she put a hand on his bare chest, he bent to put the blower down.

“Mmm! I’ve been told I’m pretty good at ‘blowing off’!” she replied, her lower lip remaining firmly between her teeth with the final ‘f’ sound.

“I um. I … have other jobs to get to,” he stammered as her other hand landed on his now popular cock, growing upwards toward his waist. “I don’t have a lot of time,” he added, regretting it as soon as he said it.

“That’s okay,” she said with a sultry smile. “My time is limited as well, as I’m going back to school tomorrow, and Mom will be home soon. She hates it when she comes home and finds a boy’s face between my legs, but I haven’t had any real fun since I came home!”

Bobby’s hand slipped under her top to take a small, perky tit in hand, gasping at the same time as her hand found its way into his shorts. He definitely wanted a taste between her legs, but wouldn’t want to be caught licking the daughter of a brand new customer.

“Ooo, you’re a big boy, aren’t you, Bobby!” she observed as, with her help, the tip of his cock appeared just above the waist of his tight shorts.

Licking her lips, she knelt, grabbing his shorts and underwear on the way. She let them fall to his ankles as her hands slid up his thighs to take him in both hands, one stroking while the other played with the glans. Her eyes looked up at him as her mouth formed an O, ready to make good on her claim. Her hands got out of the way with one between his legs, cradling his sac, while the other reached behind to grab a cheek.

“Mmm, and you’ve got a cute little tush!” she observed, enjoying this modest boy who had every reason to strut his stuff, but didn’t. She loved having a nice cock of any size in her mouth for an appreciative lover, and Bobby’s size made it all the better. She felt his length deep in her mouth, and suddenly wished she could take him in her throat.

‘There’s that ‘cute’ word again!’ he thought as this pretty girl with soft, full lips and huge brown eyes took what would fit into her mouth, her eyes glancing up at him occasionally to see the pleasure in his face. While she wasn’t as accomplished as Linda or Julie, it was still electrifying, due in part to her being closer in age, and what she lacked in experience, she made up for with exuberance.

“Oh, God! That’s good, Mia!” he said to her smiling eyes. Her fingers performed some sort of magic on his balls as he neared his climax. “Oh! Ohh! Oh, I’m gonna cum, Mia!” he warned, then yelped when she smacked his ass a few times at the same time as taking him from her mouth. Another couple of strokes with her hand, and for the first time, several threads of his seed landed on the ground, rather than in his lover’s mouth.

Mia stood, looking at him with prideful eyes while still holding his cock with one hand, using the other to place his hand between her legs and extending her tongue to show him what she wanted.

“I’d love to, Mia! Do we have time before your mother returns?”

“Don’t worry about her!” she said as she turned to sit in a chair, pulling him by his cock to stand before her.

Wasting no time, she lifted her butt off the chair and slipped the bottom of her swimsuit off, slid to the edge of the chair, and spread her legs wide, an open invitation to feast on her petite, but swollen pussy.

Bobby knelt as both hands slid up her silky smooth inner thighs to her magic place. As fingers stirred her pot, her scent became stronger, filling his nostrils with her slightly sweet natural perfume. Leaning in, he kissed the tiny lips, his tongue sneaking out for a surreptitious lick or two between. He felt her hands in his hair, gently encouraging his efforts, but when he took too long to up the ante, her fingers pulled him in by his short hair, mashing his face into her teeming crotch.

“C’mon, Bobby! Eat me! Eat my needy pussy! I wanna cum in your face!” she demanded as she lifted her legs and put her feet on his shoulders, giving her the leverage to push it into his face while her hands held him in place.

His well-trained tongue had her writhing on his face, slithering through her slit, sucking her dainty labia into his mouth, and flicking her clit. His hands on her ass pulled as much as she pushed her sex onto his tongue.

“Oh yeah! Fuck yeah, Bobby!” she gasped, her voice becoming raw and guttural. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she repeated endlessly until a series of grunts accompanied her climax, covering Bobby’s face with her syrupy nectar.

“Ohhh, you’re very good at … oh God! Again?” she cried when his tongue didn’t let up for a second, lapping up her juice and smiling at her when he swallowed, silently thanking Linda and Julie for his education. “Jesus Christ, Bobby!” she cried as her trembling thighs only added to her ascension to another even greater height.

With two fingers in her pussy and a finger tapping on her back door, her body quaked with the desire and need for this boy’s singular talent. Squeaks and moans were all she could manage as she climbed, expecting every few seconds to cum, but somehow didn’t.

“Ohhh fffuuuccckkk!” she cried, her mouth remaining open in a silent scream when it finally crashed into her. Her thighs closed over his head, as her hips jerked with each spasm passing through her whole body.

Tiny shudders continued even as her body mostly relaxed, and she released him from captivity in her crotch. She purred to the feeling of his hands gliding lightly over her tummy and chest, appreciating his generosity compared to the guys at school who might have left the room already.

“That was incredible!” she cooed as she sat up and leaned over to take his face in her hands and plant a gentle kiss on his lips.

“So were you!” he replied, knowing he was lying a little, but wanted to feed her ego in the hope they’d do this, and more, again.

When he stood, she bent to get hold of his pants and pulled them up into position as she stood. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him more passionately as his arms wrapped around her waist and settled on her tight, little ass.

“Make sure you make my mother happy so you’re still here when I get back for Winter Break, okay?” she said, looking up at him with a sexy smile.

“I will!” he promised, offering his business card with his mobile number, suggesting she text him so he’d have hers.

“Just in time!” she said, getting a perplexed look in return. “That’s the garage door opening for my mom!” she laughed as he walked away, looking back with a smile on his face at the sight of the beautiful, almost naked girl, who, moments before, was stuffing her pretty, little pussy in his mouth.

He reached the front yard just as her Mercedes disappeared into the garage. With his tools all loaded up, he was about to get in his truck and leave when she called out to him.

“Everything go okay?” Mrs. Bianchi asked as she met him at the end of the driveway.

“Yes!” he answered simply, wanting to say ‘More than okay!’ considering his fun with Mia and wondering if there was any evidence of it on his face.

“It looks good!” she remarked, glancing over the front yard.

“Thank you,” he replied, only now noticing quite a bit more cleavage showing with the zipper of her spandex top lower than before. He also caught her looking him up and down with the same predatory look as before.

“So, I’ll see you a week from tomorrow!” she said with emphasis on the word ‘see,’ and turned to enter the home through the garage. He noticed her petite frame, similar to Mia’s, though a bit more filled out with age, especially in her chest.

He shook his head in disbelief, thinking it couldn’t possibly be her, too, could it? He got into his truck, reached for his phone on the console, and a towel to wipe Mia from his face. Looking at his messages, he saw the one from Mia and opened it. He nearly dropped the phone when a picture of her, completely naked and sitting in the chair with her legs spread just like when he’d licked her, filled his screen. Her message read simply, ‘C U in Dec, Bby!’ He’d never received such a message and picture, and he didn’t know how to respond. His mother’s teaching of respect still guided him in some ways, despite his recent progress.

“C U then!” he tapped out and sent it.

As he drove off, thinking about Mia, he realized she was different from the others, partly due to her lesser experience, but more importantly, because she was only a couple of years older. He loved that he’d been able to please her so well, thanks to his recently acquired education, and that he wasn’t playing a part as he was with the older women. It made him think of Mandy again, wondering if she’d succumb to his newfound charms as Mia had.

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Bobby's got it all going for him now, thanks to two great tutors! Will he be seeing more of Mia's mother next week? I'd love to hear your comments and receive all the 'Likes' and 'Favorites' I can get and ... THANKS FOR READING!!