Tammy Miller, 50, had been divorced for 11 years and was a single mom raising her son, Zack, who was 17 and about to graduate high school. She was a large, plus-size lady with light brown curly hair, five feet tall and about 150, with proportionately big, heavy, and pendulous 38E breasts that were her most noticeable physical feature and of which she had always been quite proud.
She was so busy with her job as an administrative assistant at the local hospital and raising Zack that she hadn't been in a relationship or even dated since her divorce, and had thus been sleeping alone for more than a decade. Tammy kept a vibrator and a long, thick dildo in her nightstand, and playing with them, often during her calls as an operator on a popular phone sex website, was the closest thing to a sex life she was able to enjoy. She wondered if she would ever have a man in her bed again, and sometimes got quite horny thinking and fantasizing about it.
Little did she know that her luck was finally about to change in a very unexpected way.
One Saturday afternoon when Zack was visiting his father for the weekend, Tammy had just dried off from a shower and put on a pair of lacy panties and a matching lounging bra when she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly put on her bathrobe and went downstairs to answer the door.
She opened it to find Steve, Zack's friend and classmate who had just turned 18.
"Hi, Mrs. Miller, is Zack home?" Steve asked.
"Hello Steve. No, he's not here. He's visiting his dad for the weekend," she said. "Sorry you missed him. But since you came all this way, may I offer you a nice cold drink?"
"OK, thanks Mrs. Miller, that would be nice," he said.
"Well don't stand there, come into the living room with me," she said. "Have a seat here on the couch and I'll be right back."
Tammy disappeared into the kitchen, and she returned moments later with a glass of cold lemonade and handed it to Steve.
"Thanks, Mrs. M," he said.
"You're quite welcome," she said as she sat next to him on the couch. "Sorry I'm dressed like this, but I just got out of the shower."
"Oh that's OK," Steve said.
He couldn't help but notice that some of her bounteous cleavage was visible near the top of her robe. He began to feel a bit nervous as he couldn't take his eyes off of her bosom and was afraid she might notice. It didn't take her long, and she also could see an unmistakable tent growing in the boy's jeans.
"What are you looking at, Steve?" she said.
"Nothing, Mrs. Miller," he said.
"You say nothing, but you're looking at my cleavage, aren't you?"
"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I've never been this close to a girl before," Steve said. "Well, except for my mom."
"What do you mean?" she asked. "Surely you've gone out with girls from school and fooled around with them, haven't you?"
