My first year of college had been far tougher that had anticipated and now that I was home for the summer I wanted nothing more than rest and recreation. You know the song, 'You Can't Always Get What You Want,' well it must be true, at least for me. At breakfast on my first day of 'R&R' my mom tells me she has volunteered me to help our neighbor Mrs. Keller with some chores around her house.
"Ever since George Keller ran off with that young bimbo secretary of his Mildred needs a man around the house to take care of those manly chores."
That's my mom, she's no new age woman, she believes there are jobs women do and then there are jobs men do and as she says 'that's just the way it is.' I know there's no arguing with my mother and if I ever want some free time this summer, I'd better see what Mrs. Keller wants and get it done.
When I knocked on her door I heard her say 'come in, I'm in the kitchen' so I let myself in and headed for the kitchen. The first thing I noticed is Mrs. Keller is still in her PJs and because they're those light summer type, they're thin enough that I can see her boobs right through them. Man, her tits are huge with giant nipples sticking out, I can plainly see her areolas, and they're about the size of baseballs.
"Oh hi Bobby, I wasn't expecting you this early, please excuse my attire. Would you like some breakfast or at least a cup of coffee before you start?"
I'd already had breakfast and I don't like coffee but I sure wanted to look at her tits some more so I said I'd love a cup. When she stood up, I could even see her pussy hair right through those PJs.
Now although I've always liked Mrs. Keller I've never thought of her in a sexy way, I mean she's old, at least as old as my mom but as I was sitting here sneaking peeks at her body I was getting a boner. This was making me feel really weird but man I was getting some hot peeks and then she caught me staring at her. I guess she asked me something but I wasn't listening and then when I didn't her hear say saying anything I looked up to see she was looking right at me.
"Why Bobby Monroe, are you staring at my breasts?"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Keller, I didn't mean anything by it, please don't tell my mom."