Horny Mature Karen Seduces Naive Yard Boy Justin for Chores (

Karen stood at the kitchen sink scrubbing a frying pan while the afternoon sun poured through the half-open blinds. The house smelled like lemon cleaner and last night’s garlic bread. She wore her usual Saturday outfit: tight yoga pants that hugged her thick thighs and a faded tank top stretched across her heavy tits. No bra. She never bothered when it was just her and the chores.
Justin knocked on the side door right at 2 p.m. like she’d told him. Twenty-one, lanky, still growing into his shoulders. He’d posted in the neighborhood Facebook group offering yard work and odd jobs for cheap. Karen needed the hedges trimmed and the garage cleared. Mostly she needed something to look at besides the same four walls.
“Hey, Mrs. Karen,” he said when she opened the door. His eyes flicked down for half a second then snapped back up. “I brought gloves and the clippers.”
“Perfect. Come in for a sec first. It’s hot out there already.” She stepped aside. He wiped his sneakers on the mat three times before crossing the threshold.
She poured him a glass of iced tea from the fridge. When she turned, she caught him staring at the way her ass filled out the black leggings. He blushed hard and looked at the floor.
“You play a lot of video games, right?” she asked, handing him the glass. Their fingers brushed. She didn’t pull away fast.
“Yeah. Mostly RPGs. Fantasy stuff. Dragons, magic, all that.”
Karen smiled slow. “So you like powerful women who take charge? Like queens or sorceresses?”
Justin laughed nervously. “Uh… yeah. Kinda.”
She leaned her hip against the counter. Her nipples had stiffened under the thin cotton. “I’ve always thought that was hot. A young guy who gets off on a woman telling him exactly what she wants.”
He swallowed loud enough she could hear it.
“Finish your tea,” she said. “Then come help me move some boxes in the bedroom. They’re too heavy for me alone.”
Justin followed her down the hallway. The bedroom door was already open. Unmade bed, clothes on the chair, faint scent of her vanilla lotion hanging in the air. She pointed at three cardboard boxes stacked against the dresser.
“Those need to go to the closet. You grab the bottom, I’ll steady the top.”
They lifted together. On the second trip their bodies brushed. She pressed her tits against his arm longer than necessary. He froze.
“You okay?” she asked, voice low.
“Yeah. Just… you smell really good.”
Karen set the box down and turned to face him. She was close enough he could see the faint freckles across her cleavage.
“You ever been with an older woman, Justin?”
He shook his head fast. “No. I mean—not really. Just… girls my age.”
She reached out and ran her thumb along his jaw. “They don’t know what they want yet. I do.”
Before he could answer she sank to her knees on the carpet. Her hands went straight to his belt buckle. He gasped.
“Mrs. Karen—”
“Shh. Just watch.”
She yanked his jeans and boxers down in one pull. His cock sprang free—already hard, flushed dark at the tip, a bead of precum shining. Not huge, but thick enough. She wrapped her fingers around the base and looked up at him.
“Fantasy, right? The powerful queen takes what she wants from the shy squire.”
Justin nodded dumbly.
Karen leaned in and dragged her tongue flat along the underside from balls to tip. He jerked. She did it again, slower, letting spit pool. Then she sucked the head into her mouth, cheeks hollowing.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
She popped off just long enough to say, “Louder. I want to hear you.”
She took him deeper this time. Halfway down her throat she gagged a little—real, messy, not porn perfect. Saliva dripped onto her chin. She didn’t wipe it. Instead she bobbed faster, one hand stroking what wouldn’t fit, the other cupping his tight balls.
Justin’s hands hovered like he didn’t know where to put them. She grabbed one and planted it on the back of her head. He groaned and flexed his fingers in her hair.
The room filled with wet sucking sounds and his ragged breathing. Outside a lawnmower started somewhere down the street. She didn’t care. Let them hear.
After a minute she pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. She stood up, peeled her tank top over her head. Her tits spilled free—heavy, soft, dark nipples hard as pebbles.
“Touch them,” she ordered.
He cupped both like they might break. She moaned when he squeezed.
“Harder.”
He did. She reached down, shoved her yoga pants and panties to her knees. Her pussy was already swollen, lips puffy and slick. A neat strip of dark hair above her clit.
She turned, bent over the edge of the bed, ass up. “Come here.”
Justin kicked off his jeans completely. He stepped up behind her, cock bobbing. She reached back, guided him to her entrance.
“Slow at first,” she said. “Let me feel every inch.”
He pushed. Her cunt opened around him, hot and tight. She hissed through her teeth.
“Fuck yes. Just like that.”
He bottomed out. They both froze for a second, breathing hard. Then she rocked back against him.
“Fuck me, Justin. Hard.”
He grabbed her hips and started thrusting. Skin slapped skin. The headboard tapped the wall once, twice. She shoved a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in fast circles.
“Goddamn,” he grunted. “You’re so wet.”
“Been wet since you knocked on the door,” she panted. “Thinking about this cock.”
He sped up. Sweat rolled down his chest. Her ass jiggled with every thrust. She buried her face in the comforter to muffle a moan when he hit deep.
“Gonna come,” he warned suddenly.
“Inside,” she gasped. “Fill me up.”
That did it. He slammed forward one last time and groaned long and low. His cock pulsed, pumping thick spurts into her. She clenched around him, rubbing herself faster until her thighs shook and she came with a choked cry.
They stayed locked together for a few seconds, panting. His dick softened and slipped out. A glob of cum dripped down her inner thigh.
Karen straightened up, wiped her leg with the edge of the sheet. She pulled her pants back up without cleaning anything else. Practical.
Justin stood there dazed, jeans around his ankles.
She smirked. “You still have to trim the hedges.”
He blinked. “Right. Yeah. Uh… now?”
“After you catch your breath.” She leaned in and kissed him quick—open mouth, tongue flicking his. “And next Saturday you’re coming back. I’ve got more boxes.”
He nodded fast.
Karen walked to the kitchen, tits still out, cum slowly soaking into her leggings. She checked the clock. Plenty of time before her husband got home from golf.
She smiled to herself and started rinsing the frying pan again.