Andy and Amy moved next door to me a couple of years ago. They were a nice enough couple but a bit bland. He seemed more interested in fussing about their lawn than anything else and she didn't seem to have any interests or hobbies. Boring.
They were good neighbors, though. Andy would often help me with groceries or give me a hand around the yard. As a widow well past retirement age, I was happy to accept a little assistance from the young man. It wasn't the easiest living alone and dealing with the chores my sweet husband used to take care of. Life can be rough for a widowed black woman of a certain age.
Andy looked like middle management. "He'd wave at me with a smile, "Good morning, Miss Rhonda." He was always congenial. Andy was chubby and conservative. He looked like he belonged at some desk at some Midwestern bank.
I remember thinking that Amy was a lot more attractive than her husband. You don't see a "ten" married to a "five" very often. She was a jogger with a tight little body, a small ass and perky little breasts. I wondered what she saw in her nondescript hubby.
A few months after they moved in Amy's boy toy (that's what I called him) started visiting during the day, when poor Andy was gone. Andy would be off to work in that grey sedan of his, and moments later the young stud was parking his red Camaro in their driveway. I have to admit that it was a little thrilling to watch the illicit escapades of the cute blonde housewife who wasn't so boring after all. Poor Andy.
Once in a while, if the wind was just right, I could sit on my back porch and listen to Amy's moans of ecstasy. She was such an enthusiastic cheating slut! I'd get a voyeuristic thrill listening to her sexy affair and a few times I was lucky enough to spot her young hunk on their patio enjoying an after-sex smoke. He looked good in just his underwear which contained a more than impressive bulge. There was finally some excitement in our mundane little neighborhood!
All good things must end though, and after a few months of getting railed by her stud, Amy left her dumpy hubby in favor of the younger man. Andy, living alone in a too-big house, was a mess. It was the least I could do to befriend the poor forsaken man.
Andy had some weight to lose and he wasn't manly or macho in any way. He certainly wasn't the sort of guy to catch a ladies eye. I did however enjoy chatting together and felt a motherly urge to help the poor man through a difficult time. Soon we started hanging out and I appreciated his company as much as he liked mine.
I don't think he'd ever had a black friend before -he had always been very sheltered. I could make him blush with the slightest risque comment. I enjoyed teasing him and watching him turn bright red. After a while, I noticed that Andy had developed a crush on me. That was a surprise. It's amazing for a lady's self esteem when she catches a younger man stealing a peek at her figure. My little sweet Andy was a tit-man, and I loved to show a little cleavage to give him a thrill. Compared to Amy, my black-girl ass was enormous and I liked to find some excuse to bend over in front of Andy -he'd always get so excited. I felt sorry for teasing the poor man, but it made me feel sexy again after all those years alone.
It was the night of Andy's anniversary with Amy and he was having a difficult time. We were sitting on my couch sharing a nice Cabernet together. Somehow between the tears and the wine, the poor man ended up sobbing into my shoulder. He was inconsolable and it was an awkward situation.
I felt protective of my unlikely friend and I put my arm around him to soothe him. Between the loneliness and the wine, Andy had a hard time getting it together. He ended up laying against me as I stroked his hair and whispered that it would be okay. I felt like a mother caring for an upset child. I was, after all, 30 years older than the poor man.
At some point Andy snuggled against my generous bosom. His cheek rested against the top of my breasts and his hand was on my thigh. I have to be honest; I enjoyed the contact. As we snuggled, his breathing became more calm and relaxed. Outwardly, we were sharing a sweet little moment, but I was a little aroused with a man snuggled against my breasts for the first time since my late husband passed away.
It turns out I wasn't the only one who felt a sexual thrill from our intimate moment. I noticed a small but unmistakable bulge in my neighbor's slacks. I don't know what came over me. "What's this, Andy?" I reached out to touch the tip of his little bulge with my index finger. He moaned softly into my cleavage and I thought he might start weeping again. "Are you having naughty thoughts? You are, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry." Andy sat up and wiped his wet eyes. "I'll leave. So sorry."
I unbuttoned the top button on my blouse as Andy's eyes widened. His hands were shaking as I revealed my large round tits. "Touch me, Andy." My voice was stern and he nodded submissively to obey. I stroked his hair as he laid in my lap, fondling the soft tit-flesh. He reached under my dress to feel my hard nipples with his fingertips. I looked at the tiny lump in his pants and noticed the growing wet spot there. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my new submissive boy as he lost himself in my womanly breasts.
We became more intimate after that night, but we weren't lovers at first. Although I enjoyed my time with the shy man, I couldn't picture Andy as a mate. He was so unlike other lovers in my life -men who were assertive, aggressive and well endowed. Andy was the opposite.
He was thoughtful, though. Andy began taking care of my yard on weekends and busied himself doing little projects around my house -anything for an excuse to hang around. He did little carpentry projects and he'd bring me supper and a bottle of wine.
In the evenings, when I would let him, Andy would visit and lay his head on me as I lounged on the couch. He would fondle my big breasts until I opened my robe to present him with my charms. He loved to breastfeed and I enjoyed the feeling of his gentle kisses on my engorged nipples. Andy was never bored of kissing and sucking my tits and the little lump in his slacks was ever-present when we shared our intimate moments.
I loved to rest a heavy brown tit on his face as Andy sucked the teat from below. That sweet man was addicted to my mammaries and I'd often make him massage them when they became sensitive from the constant attention. It was arousing to know that I held such a power over him.
One one occasion when I touched the tiny outline of Andy's cock in his trousers, he moaned into my soft tits as a wet spot spread over his pants. "Andy, I can't believe it. Have you no self control?". He looked so sad and upset at the scolding. It was the cutest thing!
"Take off those clothes right now, Andy. Put them in the laundry and get the washer started. I can't have you staining my furniture with your little messes. Hurry up."
When he returned to the living room, my neighbor attempted to shield his privates from me with his hands. His face was red with shame. "So you think I should show you these," I opened my robe to display my mammoth tits framed by my sexy bra. "But you get to cover up? That's fair, is it?" The shock on his face made me chuckle.
Andy dropped his hands to his side and I looked over his body. I decided that I would be putting him on a diet. He was soft and pudgy. I noticed his penis, so tiny as to be almost lost between his legs.
Imagine the insecurity a man must feel from being so sexually inadequate. I thought about Andy's wife leaving him for a bigger and better lover and, although I understood her need for something better than Andy's minuscule prick, I thought about how much of a blow it had been to his fragile ego. He seemed ready to cry as I looked him over.
"We need to get you dressed, little one." I instructed Andy to retrieve a pair of underwear from the dresser in my bedroom. His cheeks grew red with embarrassment. "Pick a pair you like." I suspected he would love the opportunity to look through my underwear drawer.
I've always collected frilly and feminine things and I smiled to myself as Andy sorted through my lace and silk undies. Was he excited to wear a something of mine, or was he wondering what I looked like in them? He returned holding a silky blue pair.
"Well, put them on, Andy." His face was red, but he listened and slipped the panties up over his pudgy thighs. "There, isn't that better?" The poor man looked like he might cry. My underwear fit him well. Andy's chubby body was hugged by the silk material and the front was tented by his tiny erection. It has been ages since I was so turned on. He looked so cute and vulnerable.
"Would you feel better if I was just in panties as well, Andy?" His eyes grew wide.
I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders. After removing my slacks I folded them over the back of a chair. My panties were pink and in a matching style to Andy's pair. I know he was mesmerized by the sight of my wide hips and generous ass covered by the shiny silky material. He looked like his eyes might bulge out of his head. Could he see how wet this perverted little scene was making me?
"Can you get the snap in the back for me?" I turned so that Andy could unhook my bra. His hands shook as he completed the task.
"What do you think, Andy?" I posed in front of him, his mouth agape. "I still look good for sixty, right?" He nodded. "Good enough to get myself a horny little white-boy boyfriend?" I stepped towards him and we shared our first kiss.
We made our way to my bed and I learned that Andy was an excellent kisser. He explored my body with his hands then his mouth. He kissed little circles around my breasts, then my tummy and my pubic mound covered in my silky panties.
Andy moaned softly as he tasted the little wet spot on my panties. He kissed my inner thighs, my belly button and finally my cunt after removing the silky underwear. He loved my taste and my smell. I felt so sexy and attractive. That man adored my pussy.
I moaned, "God damn, Andy" from the varying pressure of his tongue. His soft lips explored my opening then kissed my clitoris. Andy slipped a finger, then two, inside my pussy. He licked my clit while thrusting his fingers in and out of the hot hole. The sound of my wetness filled the room and my juices soaked the bedsheets as he finger-fucked me. Andy was relentless and I was drunk with pleasure.
I squeezed his hand as a magnificent screaming orgasm overwhelmed me. My legs and arms spasmed as time stood still. I cried and swore and humped my pubic mound against Andy's face. His talented tongue continued urging me to ecstatic heights.
When the feeling receded, his touch became feather soft -loving little kisses on my hot wet sex. Who would have guessed such an unassuming man could possess such a wonderful talent? My neighbor was a pussy eating savant.
We kissed as I caught my breath. The taste of my own juices on Andy's lips made me feel naughty. My entire body tingled. I stroked his hair as he nuzzled an erect nipple.
He slid down my body to pleasure me with his mouth again. This time Andy was gentle and patient. I relaxed and luxuriated in the feeling of his mouth on my pussy. His tongue traced the folds of my pussy as gentle as a whisper and a second climax washed over me like a warm rain. I took his face in my hands and held his gaze. What a beautiful and thoughtful man he was.
When I removed Andy's panties I was shocked by the size of his erection. I wanted to cry for the poor man. His micropenis was hard and eager. It resembled my thumb in size and it was covered in a glistening layer of precum. I teased the head with the tip of two fingers. The little cock jerked with excitement. Andy cried out and his tiny cock erupted its meager load.
