“Hey Kyle!” Becky waved at me as I left campus.

“Hey,” I waved back as I rushed toward the parking lot.

I had four lawns to cut this afternoon, and with my college schedule and homework, I was running behind.

I barely got to my truck when I heard Becky’s approach.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Becky asked, slightly out of breath.

“I am running behind at work,” I said as I threw my things onto the passenger seat.

“Me and my friends were just talking the other day. We barely get to see you and your friends anymore, and you haven’t asked me to help me with my homework or any of my classes, everything okay?” Becky asked, trying to push out her lips and putting her arms together to show off her cleavage in her tight shirt, like she always did to make me stare at them.

“Yeah, we got a good thing going at work,” I shrugged. “Don’t have the time anymore,” I grinned. “It’s like you always say to me, been busy.”

I could see on Becky’s face that she didn’t like her words thrown back at her. She stared at me as I opened the driver-side door.

Her average-sized tits had nothing on the MILFS that we were fucking. Becky was always telling me that she was busy and didn’t have time to talk, chat, or text. The only time she made time for me was when she needed me. That was all behind me now.

The MILFS didn’t play mind games. All they wanted was to fuck.

“See you around Becky!” I said as I slammed the door closed and started the engine.

Becky stood there confused, knowing that her tricks didn’t work anymore. Not even her short mini-skirt would interest me now.

After getting changed and piling my equipment into the third truck, I took off for my first lawn.

“Hey, Mrs. McClintock,” I waved as I started cleaning up all the fallen leaves and debris around her house.

“Don’t forget the gutters,” Mr. McClintock said.

‘Shut up old man!’ I thought as I nodded at her husband. “No problem, sir!”

He went inside, and Mrs. McClintock, with her red hair and pale skin, approached me. “Don’t let him get you riled up. He is just grumpy today. His team lost last night.”

“Ah, no worries,” I said as I raked up some leaves.

“I hope you and the other boys are doing well,” she said as she ran her hand up my biceps. “This lawn business you guys have is doing wonders on your bodies.”

“Yeah, keeps us active, and we also put some weights and stuff in our office so we can work out on our down time,” I grinned as she pushed her big fake tits outward.

‘God, they are huge!’ I thought, staring at them. ‘I want to fuck them so bad!’

“I will see what he is doing, when you finish, come find me so I can pay you,” she waved as she walked back to the house.

“Okay, but we already got paid through the app,” I said.

“Since you are doing such a good job, you deserve a tip,” she said, swaying her pert ass back and forth.

I raked up the leaves in record time, went up the ladder to the roof, and cleaned out the gutters.

“You do a good job,” Mr. McClintock said as he walked everything. He even went up the ladder to peek at the gutters. “The usual lawn guy used to say he did the gutters, but he didn’t he thought I wouldn’t look up there.”

“No sir, not us,” I said. “If we say it, we do it!”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Have a good day.”

“I will put the tip onto the app,” he said, staring at me.

‘Cock blocking motherfucker!’ I thought as he watched me head for my truck.

I was pissed I didn’t get to fuck Mrs. McClintock’s huge fake tits.

I turned the corner and started heading to the next lawn. I wasn’t too happy about the next one, as it belonged to a single man. No MILFs at the next two lawns.

I looked back and saw an SUV flashing its lights. I turned off the road, and the vehicle stopped behind me.

“Mrs. McClintock,” I grinned as I got out.

“You left without your tip stupid boy!” the red-headed MILF said as she looked at me. “Follow me.”

We drove to the local grocery store and then went behind it. “Now, what do we have here?” Mrs. McClintock said as she reached over and unzipped my pants when I got into her large SUV.

Before I could answer, her head dived between my legs, and she started sucking my cock. ‘Becky would never suck my cock behind a grocery store in the afternoon,’ I thought as I sat back and watched the back of the MILF’s head go up and down.

‘Damn she’s good!’ I thought she nearly had me cumming in under a minute.

“Now, what were you thinking when you stared at my tits?” Mrs. McClintock asked.

“Well, I am not one to make a young strapping man like you wait,” She grinned as she removed her top and got into the back seat.

“Fuck yes!” I said as I straddled her chest and started pounding away at her massive tits.

“That’s it,” she said as she held her enormous tits together so I could fuck them. “Fuck them, then cum on my face!”

“What the customer wants the customer gets,” I said as I pounded her tits until I couldn’t last any longer.

I pulled my cock out from between her tits and aimed it at her face. “Here I cum!” I said as I came and covered her face.

“Thank you. Now you should get going,” Mrs. McClintock said. “I am preparing a dinner for the husband; I have to go inside.”

I always wondered why there were cars behind the grocery store late at night or in the afternoons. Now I knew what was going on.

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“Hey Kyle!” Becky waved at me as I left campus.



“Hey,” I waved back as I rushed toward the parking lot.



I had four lawns to cut this afternoon, and with my college schedule and homework, I was running behind.



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