Chapter 2

Having groomed Margo carefully into being my lover, I didn’t want it to be an affair that fizzled out.

So sleeping with her and having sex; was kept more spontainious, rather than an every-day duty.

Eating-out and dancing at The Blue Lagoon occasionally would also be part what we did together.

We talked a lot after sex; shraing secrets we had never shared before; like things we had secretly wanted to do, given the chance; fancifull things. It was strangely liberating; exposing your soul’s dark side to your lover.

I had pressed Margo to admit when she had first fancied me sexually?

It had been on my fourteenth birthday! When I was pushing the lawnmower, cutting our lawn; wearing just jeans with no top on!

And she added that when I was taking a shower afterwards, she had intruded on me with a lame excuse to see me naked. That’s when her crush on me began.

Ours was a mid size town, just big enough that there was bustle but small enough that most people knew each other. So in public I was the son protective of his mother; but in private and when out of town, I was wallowing in a sexual wirlpool of incest with her.

But I also impressed upon Margo that I expected her to be a loyal lover; as I would be to her. For I was only too aware that she was now an attractive divorcee; and that would surely not go unnoticed at her company office where she held a senior position amoung many ambitious men. It would be all to easy for Margo to catch the eye of a Cavallier chancer.

So to keep her fascinated with me I dreamed up the idea of the sex-games; the kind of role-play fantasy games that would turn an ordinary weekend into a sexual adventure. We would sometimes become different characters, or even ourselves somewhere different and experiment with situations that took on a lif e of their own!

Our first game was based on Margo’s fond memory of me with the lawnmower on my forteenth birthday. This is how it played out in our role-play...

Margo is working in her flower garden one afternoon when a teenage boy came down the street pushing a lawnmower!

She didn’t know him, but she sure liked his physique.

He suddenly turned and walked up her sidewalk! “Hi There! - It’s Mrs Chiverton - isen’t it?” he called.

“Well ... yes; I am - who are you?”

“Me? I’m from just down the road; I’m Lance Peters; I’m in the same class as your son Jason!”

“Oh ... I see? Well you probably know that Jason is currently on a cultral exchange programme.”

“Yeh, ... so do you need your lawn mowed Ma’am? You can pay me what ever you think I’m worth?

“Well ... Ok Lance ... that’s fine ... but as it’s rather warm, you better take your top off before you start.”

“Sure thing Mrs Chiverton!”

Margo watched him take his top off, and as he did so she saw how his broad shoulders tappered all the way down to the bulge between his thighs. His pure white tummy was as flat as a board. She felt her cunt pulse with excitement - this kid was really fit!

She turned and busied herself gardening, but stole glances of him as he cut the grass and when he moved to the backyard, she went inside and watched him through the kitchen window; she could feel herself getting juicy. She decided on a quick shower.

The water felt good as her fingers lingered on her breasts and pussy; thinking about the lawn-mower boy’s meaty bulge.