My best friend in high school had a very attractive mother, she was widowed at an early age from a car wreck. When we graduated from HS I went to a commuter college, Neal went away to a prestigious university. I would go over and cut the grass for Miss Lucy, it was a small yard but the lawnmower was a b*tch to start, and I'd sit with her on the patio and drink iced tea. She had a great figure and beautiful red hair, I remember one time I saw her topless through a window, one of the first pair of real tits I saw.
She seemed so lonely to me, she commented once that couples didn't like her around because the wives were afraid she'd steal their husbands. I had a GF at the time who was taking care of me sexually, but a few times when I was there things got a little charged up. She had a BF who was would just disappear for a while, then one day I was there to pick up some stuff to go visit Neal and I could tell she had been crying. She had found out her BF was married and she told him to get lost. I held her close to comfort her and I was getting turned on feeling her large breasts against me. I always thought of her as a grownup, but now I was 18, bigger and much taller, and she felt so small and vulnerable in my arms. I felt we came very close to taking it to another level, but we both just backed away before it happened.
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