This is the city; Kansas City, Missouri. One Million people live in this laid back but hard fucking city. This is the story of two of them; their names have not been changed as they are not innocent.
This is a neighborhood like any other with kids playing in the yards of nice three and four bedroom houses that are separated by about 15 feet on each side. It is here that Aaron Berrybush grew up. He was the son of Fred and Virginia Berrybush. Aaron was typical of most teenagers as he thought of sex 24 hours a day.
His only experience so far had been spying on his parents when he caught them in the middle of the night once as his Mom took his dad’s cock in the ass leaning naked over the kitchen counter. So, he jerked off every night dreaming of his Mom’s dangling boobs and wishing it was him up her butt or pussy. Aaron at age 18 had just graduated from Southwest High and hoped that his virginity would be lost in the Fall at college.
Next door to the Berrybush’s lived John and Felicity Peacher. The Peachers were nice folks and the families did things together and helped each other out from time to time. Felicity was 44 years old but was still as sexy as she was in her20’s. She had solid 38D breast and a slim waist which showed off her massive ass nicely. She was 5’ 4” and weighed about 140 pounds; every ounce in the right places. But, Aaron had never thought of her sexually as she was just his Mother’s friend and the old neighbor lady.
One morning, late in the summer, Virginia went to her son’s room and gave a loud knock before cracking the door open just slightly. “Aaron, Dad and I are off to work. I need you to pick the apples from the tree between the two houses before I get home so I can make some pies tonight.”
Aaron moaned acknowledgement and rolled over and went back to sleep. He hated climbing that tree. It was barely on their property and the branches spread out covering the entire distance between his house and the Peacher’s house.
Finally, at about 11:00 he got the apple basket and headed barefoot around the house. Slinging it over his shoulder he began the hard climb and started picking the Apples. He was pissed off as there were a lot of apples. He worked in a clock wise pattern so he wouldn’t miss any and risk his Mom yelling at him. He had been picking for about a half an hour and things appeared to be going ok.
Suddenly, he looked down from his perch not more than six feet from the Peacher’s bathroom window and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. There was Mrs. Peacher sitting on the throne with her black panties stretched over her knees presumably taking a leak. He was so close that he could even see her thick black bush. Looking a little higher he realized that he could see down the front of her red tank top. Seeing the sides of her big tits brought stirrings he had never had for her before. Just then their eyes met. As Mrs. Peacher let out a yell Aaron heard the branch crack.
He realized he was out too far and probably had squirmed around too much looking at Mrs. Peacher. He tried to scramble to safety but it was too late. He heard a loud snap and found himself a second later flat on the ground with limbs, leaves, and apples scattered all about.
Instantly Felicity’s emotions went from disgust at her peeper to horror that Aaron might be hurt. Without even wiping off her pee hole she yanked up her silky panties and tight fitting slacks and ran outside. There she saw Aaron rolling over onto his side and their eyes again met.
“Are you hurt?” she asked
“Just a few bruises I think, but, mostly my pride.”
“Let me have a look at you Aaron.”
“I guess so.”