Growing up we lived a fairly nice neighborhood as my Dad had a good job and was upper management with the phone company. One of the larger houses was four down from me. It belonged to the Johnson's. Mr. Johnson was a pilot and was a gone a lot as he flew overseas a lot. Mr. Johnson was 58 years old. Tall slender man, with black hair with a little grey in it. I could see how Mrs. Johnson would be attracted to this older man.
Mrs. Johnson was 40. Being 18 years younger than her husband she looked to be much younger than her 40 years. I guess you could call her his trophy wife. She too was tall at 5' 9" Blonde hair to the middle of her back. Bright blue eyes. She weighed about 135 lbs. which I am guessing most of the weight was in her D cup breast. The only problem with beauty was she seemed to drink a lot. I know this from several times she would come home from the grocery store and if she saw me outside she would ask if I could help carry in her groceries. I would be caring in her groceries and she would fumble with the lock trying to get the key in the hole. After I got the groceries in She would give me a kiss on the cheek, hand me $10 tell me that I am a sweet boy.
I could smell the booze on her breath and her speech was slightly slurred. Several times I was tempted to turn my head slightly so her kiss landed on my lips and make it look like an accident. But I didn't have the guts and left her place with an erection just thinking of my fantasy of fucking this gorgeous MILF.
I had gone off to college and now was home for summer break. I was able to get a summer job at the local grocery store. I had not thought of Mrs. Johnson until I saw her bending over the frozen meat section. I didn't know it was her at first. I was just admiring a perfect ass when she stood up and turned towards me. First thing I saw were her hard nipples poking through her white silky blouse. My eyes moved up and saw her face and that's when I realized it was Mrs. Johnson.
"Hello Mrs. Johnson." I said with a big smile on my face.
Mrs. Johnson looked at me with a confused look on her face. "Oh Brian! Wow I barely recognized you from last year."
"I am the same guy. Just put on 35 lbs so I could make the college football team." I answered.
Mrs. Johnson ran her hand up my arm stopping at my bicep. "Brian, you are no longer a boy but a big strong man now."
She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "You can call be Betty for now on."
"Okay Mrs. Johnson, I mean Betty." I stammered.
As she walked away I got that familiar smell of booze and a growing erection as I watched her ass go down the aisle. From my first year in college and drinking I could now identify that her choice of booze was Jack Daniels.
I was getting to the end of my shift when I heard over the store intercom, "Brian phone call for you on line 2."
I go to the back room and pick up the phone and pushed the flashing button for line 2. "Hello, This is Brian." I said.
"Hi Brian this is Betty." The voice on the other side said.
"Betty?"
"Yes, Betty, You know Mrs. Johnson." She answered.
"Oh hi Betty. What's up?"
"I got home and I realized I forgot to buy Coke and paper towels. Would you mind buying them and dropping them off at my house? I will pay you back and pay you."
"Sure Mrs... I mean Betty. I will be done in half an hour."
"Thank you. Brian you are such a sweet heart." She said then hung up.
I picked up the items and then headed to her house. I parked in her driveway and walked up and rang the doorbell. I waited. After 30 seconds I rang it again. I was about to ring it again when I heard foot steps coming to the door.
The door opened and there stood Mrs. Johnson in a short black silky robe that was loosely tied. I had a view of her cleavage down to her belly button. From what I could tell she must work out when she isn't drinking because her stomach looked flat and tight.
"Oh hello Brian. I wasn't expecting you so soon. I was just going to jump in the shower. Come on in and I will get my purse. You can put the groceries in the kitchen please."
I watched her walk away and could see just a part of the bottom of her perfect ass as she went up the stairs. I went to the kitchen and placed the 24 pack of coke and paper towels on the counter. I noticed a half finished bottle of Jack Daniels sitting over by the fridge. I prided myself in being correct.
I heard her coming and turned to see her still wearing the robe. I figured she would have tried to cover up a bit more but it seemed to be even more open. She handed me a $50 dollar bill. "Betty, I don't have any change on me. I can bring you the change tomorrow." I told her.
"Brian keep it. You are such a sweetie. Besides, I might need you to pick up other groceries another time." She then gave me another kiss on the cheek. Damn it, why didn't I turn a bit so she would kiss my lips. I am such a chicken, I thought.
Betty walked over to the fridge and took the tumbler glass sitting on the counter and put a couple of ice cubes in it. Then filled it ¾ of Jack Daniels. Then looked over at me and said, "Want to join me for a drink?"
She pulled out another tumbler and put in a couple of cubes and filled my glass the same as hers. Then she opened a can of coke and filled them both up.
I took a sip and nearly coughed. I was not used to such a strong drink.
Betty seemed to ask a lot of questions about college and girlfriends as we had our drink. I told her I dated a little bit but was to busy with classes and football to have much fun. Betty had finished her drink before I was half done with mine. She started to make herself another drink.
"Can I freshen your drink up?" She asked.
I took a big gulp and finished my drink. I could feel it burn it's way down. "Sure, I think I have time to have another one." I answered.
"Oh do you have somewhere to go?" She asked.
"No not really. Mom and Dad probably already ate. Just will warm up some left overs."
"Oh good I am glad you can spend a little time with me. I get so lonely with my husband gone all the time."
As Betty walked towards me I felt a warmth and numbness coming over me from the effects of my drink. As her arm reached out to hand me my drink the front of her robe opened up a bit and I was pretty sure I saw part of her nipple. I could feel myself getting hard. I was hoping she wouldn't notice.
As she handed me my drink she thanked me again for keeping her company and I could tell she was going to kiss my cheek again. I had enough liquid encouragement in me and as she went kiss me I turned my head slightly and her lips touched half of my lips.
As she pulled back I could see she had a bit of a smile on her face. I couldn't believe it. I pulled it off getting a kiss on my lips from her. Well a partial kiss.
"Again Brian, thank you for your company today. My husband is either flying all over the world and when he is home he is busy investing in real estate and checking on his properties. He has little time for me."
"How did you meet?" I asked.
"I was a new flight attendant on his plane. First time I saw him I was attracted to him. On a lay over we went out for dinner. It wasn't long before we got married. He doesn't want kids so here I am, in this big house all by myself. Well except my one friend, Jack Daniels."
All while she was talking she had slid her right hand inside her robe and it appeared she was scratching her breast. But then it almost seemed as if she was massaging her breast and playing with her nipple. I could feel my cock stirring and I didn't dare look down to see if it was noticeable as it would draw attention to it.
"Brian, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure Betty, ask me anything you want." I answered.
Betty hesitated. Took a big drink then said, "Do you think I am attractive? I try to stay in shape but Ben doesn't seem much interested in me anymore. All he cares about is making money."
If it weren't for the liquor I would have been to tongue tied to answer. But I said, "Betty, I think you are beautiful. You are tall, beautiful face and figure. I can hardly take my eyes off of you. In fact, I am embarrassed to say this. But I have had a crush on you when we first moved here two years ago and I saw you out getting the mail."
Betty smiled then took a long drink from her glass almost finishing it. She set her glass on the counter and walked towards me stopping a few inches in front of me.
"So you think I have nice figure? How about I give you a better look." As she spoke those words she had untied her belt and let the silk robe fall off her shoulders and down onto the ground.
My mouth nearly hit the floor when she dropped her robe. I couldn't move. I looked her up and down and took in every inch of her beauty. I never realized how long and sexual her neck looked before. Moving down to her soft round shoulders. Her skin looked so smooth and soft. Her breasts were definitely D or DD. Her brown areolas were about the size of a 50 cent piece. Her nipples were already hard and the areolas were getting to pucker. The best part about her breasts was how white the looked with her dark tan skin. Moving down her waist was narrow and I could see how flat her stomach really was. Even her belly button looked perfect. Her pussy was neatly shaven except for a half inch or so landing strip that was trimmed and a little darker than her blonde hair. Then came those long toned legs. They seemed to go on forever.
"Well don't just stand there and stare. Say something. Do you think I look good naked? Do you want to touch me?" She said this as she took my hand and placed it on her left breast.
"Fuck Mrs. Johnson, I mean Betty. You are perfect."
Betty moved her hand down and squeezed my hard cock. I didn't even realize how hard I had gotten. "I thought you liked what you were looking at as I was watching this grow from across the kitchen."
I couldn't believe that I wasn't afraid anymore and I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. The kisses grew more passionate by the second. Our tongues found each other and danced. While we kissed I massaged her breast and played with her nipple. She continued to rub my cock through my jeans.
She broke off the kiss and said, "Let's take this upstairs to the bedroom."
Betty took Brian's hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. Her bedroom was impressive to say the least. The bedroom itself was the size of 4 of our bedrooms. A king size bed with 4 column sat against the wall in the middle of the room. There was a large gas fireplace on the wall across the room of the bed with a 74 inch screen tv above the fireplace. There was a love seat and a chase lounge in the bedroom. From his view point he could see each had there own large walk in closet
