Making his way out of the over-crowded airplane and into the terminal was a huge relief for Danny. He needed air and to free himself from the hoards of impatient travelers.
Just as he exited the big doors from the jetway, Danny immediately spotted his mom.
"Hi, honey." She said, as her arms went around her son's neck.
Danny hugged back, equally as tight, "Hi, Mom... it's good to see you... You look good."
The twenty-six year old son of Marjorie Palmer arrived home after four years at Harvard Medical school. The last time Danny was home was right after he completed pre-med. Prior to that, the only other visit home was to bury his father.
"Are you hungry, Danny?" His mom asked, while turning over the engine of her Mercedes 350SL.
"I'm starving... I can't believe the trash they still serve on flights... It's terrible."
"Well, there's a new pub in town. Let's go there."
"Sounds good." Danny said, as he dug his wallet and phone out of his bag.
After lunch and a leisurely drive home, Marjorie turned down their street. It all looked the same to Danny except for one thing.
"Who moved into the Dillard's place?" Danny asked, as he saw an unfamiliar young woman pulling letters from the mailbox at the home of Reverend and Mrs Dillard.
"No one, sweetie... That's Abigail Dillard... The Reverend's wife... Or widow, I should say."
"What?" Danny said, with great surprise.
"Yep... Ever since the Reverend died, Abigail Dillard... Or Abby, as she prefers to be called, has come out of her shell."
"Wow, you can say that again... I never would have recognized her."
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Abigail Dillard was only thirty-five years old when her husband, the Reverend Dillard, died last year. It always shocked Danny to see such a young woman married to an elderly man.
Although he had heard of their ages, he thought she always looked older in her frumpy outfits with no make-up. The strict doctrine of the church made sure of that.
No matter her appearance, Mrs Dillard was always kind to everyone in the neighborhood. Danny thought she was exceptionally kind to him with her sweet disposition and warm smile.
When the Reverend was away from the house, which was often, Mrs Dillard would invite Danny in for a treat, or to help her with something around the house.
Danny was tall for his age. Even at thirteen, he was the tallest in his class at nearly six feet. He was more than capable of changing a lightbulb from a ceiling fixture, or moving heavy furniture.
He liked helping Mrs Dillard. Even though she didn't appear fashionable like some of the other ladies in the neighborhood, he felt a warm energy whenever she was near. She liked Danny and seemed to favor him among the other kids. She would sometimes kiss Danny on the cheek for his help around the house. He liked that.
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Marjorie pulled up to the curb close to where Abby was standing near the mailbox. She turned and smiled just as Danny rolled down his window.
What he saw wasn't how he remembered Mrs Dillard. She looked young and beautiful. The dress she wore was cut just above her knees and her legs looked slender and pretty. Her charming smile was accentuated by a modest amount of make-up highlighting her beautiful features, while her hair was no longer braided and pinned to her head; it was long and flowing around her shoulders.
"Hey!... Danny's back!... Welcome home!... Welcome home!" Mrs Dillard cheerfully greeted her young neighbor.
"Hello, Mrs Dillard!... WOW!... You look great!" Danny said, with some shock as he took in the lovely sight of his church-going neighbor.
"Thank you, Danny." Abby said, as she smiled sweetly at her young admirer.
"You'll have to come by for a chat real soon... I want to hear all about Boston."
"Alright, Mrs Dillard, I'll see you soon." Danny said, before his mom wheeled the car up their driveway and into the garage.
When Danny had all of his things unpacked, he hollered down to his mom that he'd be taking a nap. He fell onto the small, twin bed that has been his for many years. He made a mental note to ask his mom if she wouldn't mind him upgrading to at least a Queen-size mattress.
As Danny lay on his bed, he thought of Mrs Dillard and how she looked. How much she had changed. He fell asleep and dreamed of her.
After a good nap, Danny woke with a raging hard-on. He vaguely recalled his dream about Mrs Dillard. He was excited to see her wearing normal clothing. He wanted to see more.
The smell of food wafted up from the kitchen and roused his growling belly. Danny jumped up from his bed and stuck his feet into his sandals. As the thought of food invaded his senses, his hard cock began to soften.
"Mmmm, that smells gooood." Danny said, as he jumped past the last two steps of the kitchen stairway.
"It's your favorite." Marjorie said, as she stirred the pot with her back to Danny.
"Beef stew?" Danny put his hands on his mom's shoulders and looked over at the big pot of bubbling stew. His mom giggled at the delight she felt whenever she cooked for her children.
"Hey, where's Craig and Melissa?"
"Your brother and sister are at a friend's beach house for the week... They should be back late Sunday."
Danny sat down and looked out the kitchen window to see Mrs Dillard removing some grocery bags from the trunk of her car.
"Wow, Mrs Dillard sure has changed."
"She certainly has, and I think it's wonderful." His mother added, "The Reverend, and the church, restricted her in so many ways. Only letting her wear certain types of drab clothing. Never any makeup and her hair looked like... Well... I won't say... But, she's happy now, and that's what matters."
Danny couldn't help noticing Mrs Dillard's shapely legs whenever she leaned into the trunk to pull out another bag of groceries. He felt his underwear expand around the swell of his young cock. It hadn't been serviced in a couple of months and seeing Mrs Dillard's updated look, inspired Danny to do something about that.
The next morning, after breakfast, Danny announced to his mom that he was going to Mrs Dillard's house for a visit.
"I don't know when I'll be back... you know Mrs Dillard, she may have a chore or two for me."
"Tell her I said hello."
"I will." Danny said, as he exited the kitchen door.
As he walked down the driveway, Danny thought about Mrs Dillard and how he was anxious to get a closer look at her astonishing transformation. He dressed in loose fitting gym shorts and a t-shirt, in case she had him tackle any chores.
He rang the doorbell and saw through the glass as Mrs Dillard approached and opened the front door.
Abby Dillard stood there in a short, thin robe tied high around her middle. Her breasts were underscored by the belt of her robe, cinched up tight below their plump, round proportions. Danny could clearly see her thick nipples trying to tear holes in the fabric. The bottom of her robe was cut up high, exposing most of her long legs.
"Did I come at a bad time, Mrs Dillard?"
"No, of course not, Danny... The air conditioner needs service and it gets so hot in the house."
As Danny walked through the door, he couldn't keep his eyes off her legs and her shapely bottom bouncing around inside her thin robe. He had never seen Mrs Dillard in anything but long dresses buttoned up to her neck.
"I hope you don't mind my casual attire... If I knew your were coming over this morning, I would have worn something more appropriate."
"No.... Uhhh, no... That's fine, Mrs Dillard."
"Are you sure?... I could run upstairs and change into something else."
