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Laura had been running for just over two hours. She hadn’t planned on running that long and she knew she needed to get home before Charlotte’s son, Brandon, showed up to help with the things she had to do to the house.

She reflected surly that no matter how far she ran, that run down house with it’s falling gutters and broken shutters was still there waiting on her when she was done. Just a year ago she had been in a nice house in a nice part of town. Then her husband left her and her kids all went to school and she had nothing and no one anymore. She had gathered all the money she had and bought this place. It wasn’t a bad neighborhood but the house needed a lot of work.

As she walked in the front door, she turned to the right and was in her bedroom. The house was tiny but the bathroom was big and for that she was thankful. She started the shower and stripped out of her running clothes.

As she saw her reflection in the mirror, she got even more depressed. She wondered she was too skinny and the shadows caused by the harsh lights made her look sickly. After the divorce she seemed to run more and eat less and she hated seeing herself in the harsh light of the bathroom. She walked to the matter and only saw flaws. Too many wrinkles, too much grey and her once perky breasts looked nothing like they had twenty years ago when she was nineteen. She also needed a haircut. She had been keeping it in a short bob, but she hadn’t gotten it cut for around six months. It wasn’t a conscious decision, it was the lack of a decision. It just hung down almost to her shoulders and had begun to get some of the curl that it used to have and she hadn’t felt like straightening it.

She felt like she had lost her prime years. She had gotten pregnant in high-school amd gotten married to the father. She had another child and then got divorced. She remarried and life got much better but he had “fallen out of love” and left when her son had left for school.

With a sigh she stepped into the shower. The warm water washed over her and Laura’s mood slowly improved. She was excited about finally removing that horrid wallpaper in the bedroom and getting started on the painting. The run had worked and it had cleared her head. The wondered she was having prior to the shower began to fade as she wondered about claiming this house as her own finally.

She was still dripping water onto the floor when she heard to doorbell. *Oh shit, he’s early!*, Laura wondered as she looked for her clothes. She saw the clock and realized she was the one who was late. She was too excited about the wallpaper to let Brandon go home so she threw on her robe and ran to the door.

She was barefoot in her white cotton robe that had, like her, had seen better days. She was dripping wet and had tied the robe closed quickly. She opened the front door to let Bradnon in and was shocked to see a tall, skinny young man standing there.

“Oh my God, Brandon! When do you grow up? I remember you being so little. I mean I knew you had gone off to college and all.. but, wow, I didn’t expect such a handsome tall man today!”

Laura held the door open for Brandon and he walked in with a bright red face. Laura noticed him looked downward at her chest more than would be considered ordinary and then he couldn’t meet her eyes.

She looked down and saw that in her haste, she had misted the robe and the front was gaping wide open. She knew he saw something but she didn’t see a nipple sticking out and she just readjusted. She pointed towards the kitchen and said, “Help yourself to a drink and I’ll go get dressed. I was running late this morning and didn’t want you to wander off! I’ll be right back!”

The tall skinny school kid was still beet red and said, “Yes ma’am” as he headed to the kitchen.

As Laura went into her room to change she was surprised. He had looked at her in a way she hadn’t had anyone look at her in a long time. As she grabbed her sweats and shirt to work in, she paused and wondered about it. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her but she decided to put on a shirt pair of Nike running shirts that had been her daughter’s. They were nice and showed off her legs and a bit of her ass.

She looked down at her fit and firm legs and wondered *Well, at least the running has helped me somewhere. My ass is as flat as a board in my jeans, but in these shirts and the right light, I still have it!* she then began looking for a better shirt to wear… and maybe just a little foundation.

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Brandon was surprised by what he had seen at the door. Mrs Crawly had been his mother’s friend forever and he had at all times had a little bit of a crush on her. That’s why he had volunteered to help her with the chores she needed done. He had wondered about her many times over the years, but had never expected to be greeted at the door to her chest like that. He knew it was a mistake but it made him feel funny to have seen such a pretty woman’s chest like that. He had seen her in a swim suit before and this really wasn’t any more than that, but the unexpected surprise and hiw she hadn’t meant to show that… Brandon just couldn’t clear his head.

He wasn’t really thirsty and just wandered the living room. The house was a dump and so much worse than when she had lived down the street. He was beginning to feelnabd for her, this house was much worse than he had expected. It needed a lot more than new paint…

“Are you ready to start? I am so thankful you were able to come over! This wallpaper is so ugly and so hard to scrape by myself!”

Brandon turned and stopped, his words were stuck in his throat. She was in a pair of short athletic zippy shirts and they were really short on her. Her long tan legs were fully on glorious display. She had a tight blue tank top on and her shoulder were skinny but she had a lean athletic create that the tight shorts and shirt really showed. Her small breasts were held tight by the shit that hugged her and the low cut neck showed just the tiniest bit of cleavage.

He coughed a bit and said, “Yes ma’am, I am ready!”

He headed into the bedroom afraid to even look at her. He was wearing a pair of old sweats that he didn’t care got dirty and a lose t-shirt that had a picture of a fireball and had *I didn’t ask how big the room is, I said I cast fireball* on it. He was wishing he had dressed differently now.

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Laura was really taken aback by how much her shorts and t-shirt affected Brandon. He was a stammering mess and she was beginning to feel bad about teasing the boy, but it sure made her fell better about herself. Once they got started, though, that wallpaper came down fast. It took several hours and she was worn out but she was so happy that as they were cleaning up, she leaned over and gave Brandon a kiss on the cheek and a long hug. She hadn’t meant to tease him when she did it but he froze and looked at her so seriously.

As Brandon looked at her, he leaned forward and kissed her. It was just a little peck and he was as awkward and anyone she had ever seen try and kiss anyone but he had aimed for her lips. She paused and stepped back when he did, a look of surprise on her face.

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Brandon was ready to die. He felt like an idiot and was ready to just run away and let her keep the money she was gonna pay. He began stammering as he turned to leave.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Please don’t tell my mom. I’m leaving now I’m so..”

Ms Cawley shushed him and put a fingers to his lips and the other on his arm as she stepped forward. He hands were so soft and warm and nice and he just stopped and looked at her.

“You are a sweet and handsome boy. You have nothing to be sorry about.” Her voice was so calm and soothing and reassuring.

She was moving close and closer and Brandon was feeling more and more uncomfortable. She had a look in her blue eyes and she was looking directly into his. Her lips were aside as she got close.

“How old are you now Brandon?” She said as she got just a few inches away from him.

“I’m 21 ma’am. I just had my birthday last week.”

She moved even closer, just barely not pressing against him. His heart was beating so fast and he was sure she could hear it.

“Call me Laura. And if you want to kiss me, you can.”

She was so close and she was so pretty. Even prettier than he remembered. He wasn’t sure what got into him but he leaned down and kissed her. When their lips touched, he felt her tongue playfully brushing his lips. It was darting in quickly and he slowly responded with his own tongue. She was looking up at him as they kissed and she quietly whispered, “bend down some. You’re so tall.”

He was embarassed and quickly bent his knees and their teeth crashed as they kissed a d he stammered apologies as she laughed and continued kissing him.

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Laura felt like a dirty old woman but he was so cute and he had helped her so much. He was handsome in a nerdy sort of way. He seemed very honest and open like he wasn’t hiding anything and she needed that right now. She also needed someone to want her and to touch her and Brandon seemed very eager.

As they continued kissing, she felt his cock pressing against ther through his sweats. She leaned into him and lightly rubbed her leg against his crotch, feeling his manhood rolling agains her leg… she liked that she was the cause of that.

She guided him to the bed and had him sit on the bed and she spread his legs. She lifted that stupid shirt off of him and began kissing his chest.

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Brandon had no clue what to do, so he just sat there and let her kiss kiss chest. It felt good but he felt selfish and he wanted to touch her body anyway. He had never been with a woman and he wanted to see and feel what she looked like.

His eyes closed and he almost fell over as she licked his nipples. He had no clue he would have liked that, but he sure as hell loved what she was doing to him. He felt her hands on his chest push him backwards and he laid back. She kissed his stomach and kept kissing further and further down his abdomen. He felt her hot breath on his skin and his cock was so sensitive that he was worried the moving of the fabric of his sweats would make him finish right then and there.

Then he felt his pants lower. She had his underwear down too. He sat up on his elbows to look down at her between his legs. His cock was at rigid attention as he looked at her. He felt so sensitive that he wasn’t sure what to do. He just gritted his teeth and looked at the ceiling.

When her tongue touched his cock he moaned. He felt the spasm in his cock and he felt the ecstasy of release and he felt the hot globs of liquid land on his stomach. He wanted to die again.

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it. I’ve never.. I mean your my first and it… I couldn’t… it felt so good.”

He felt her hands on his legs as she chuckled a little. She whispered in her sweet, soothing voice, “It’s OK. You’re young and we can start again in a second. You’ll do much better then. Now just relax and let me clean you up. Your… your cock is so nice. I’m sure it will feel great when you put it in me.”

Mrs Crawly the leaned up and start licking the thick cum off of him. She was thorough. He watched her lick everything up and look at him with a smile. In her sweet soothing voice she said, “Brandon, we have all night. You did such a great job with the walls. I am happy to teach you how to fuck a girl. You’ll be an expert before the summer’s over.

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Laura had lapped up all of his semen. She had no idea why she had done that. She had never done it for her husband. But Brandon was just so sweet that she just wanted to take care of him.

She had him lay down on the bed and she curled up kept to him a d whipered how handsome her was and how nice his cock had been and hiw excited she was to have it wake back up. After a few minutes she went back to his little flaccid cock and started licking it. It was so small and cute, so different from the hard large cock that she had seen earlier. But as it was in her mouth she felt it grow. It was swelling and filling her mouth. She was so happy that she still had it.

Part 2 soon
I may write something else first unless part 2 is wanted first.

NSFW: yes

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