"John, can you come over and help me move a few of these boxes?" It was my 70 year old neighbor Carol. After 50 years at the same address she was moving to a retirement community. Her daughters had been trying to get her to give in and move out of the 3 bedroom home for several years. The girls had been young when her husband was killed by a drunk driver. The insurance paid for the house and she had good work as an accountant so she had stayed put and raised them on her own.
My wife and I had been Carol's neighbors for 20 years and had managed to raise our kids and send them into the world as well. We were sad to see Carol leave as we had a great relationship over the years but it was just time for change.
I pulled on my boots and walked over across the lawn. Her yorkie announced my presence long before I actually made it to the door. When she opened the door, She was in the loose shorts and baggy t-shirt that were her normal day to day attire. I noticed as I often did that her large sagging breast were unrestrained by a bra and her prominent nipples were clearly outlined in the light weight knit.
She was about 5 foot 7 with long hair she kept dyed dark brown. She had a given amount of extra weight around the midsection and hips and a nice wide round ass that swayed in front of me as she led me to the back of the house to the bedroom where her bed was piled with boxes. I don't think I would have described her as the sexy granny type but there was nothing to keep her from being noticed either.
We started to ferry the boxes from the bedroom out to the garage so her girls could pick them up later. One by one the pile diminished until we had just two left. As we hoisted them up I heard the tape give way and tried to keep the contents of my box from spilling round my feet but the avalanche had already started. Carol, encumbered by her box, was already on the way out the door.
I flipped the now empty box over and resealed it with the tape roller and knelt down to start repacking it. To say I was surprised would be a bit light as the first thing I picked up was an 8 inch dildo. Looking from the dong to the floor I realized the box had been principally filled with photo boxes and several that had spilled in the drop were showing me full color images of my neighbor in various states of either pleasuring herself or being fucked.
The prints had a certain amount of age to them and in the pile I began to note several other rather interesting toys when she came back into the bedroom to find me holding her rubber dick in one hand, with some of her pictures in the other and a growing bulge beginning to tent my jeans.
Her hands flew to her mouth. She turned a deep shade of red as she realized what had happened and what all I had seen. She quickly sank to her hands and knees in front of me tears of embarrassment and shame dripping down her face. Her hands moving quickly she started to attempt to shove everything back into the repaired box. All the time saying "Oh God I am sorry, I'm so sorry" As she reached over to try and put a pair of leather cuffs into the box she seemed to realize that just shoving it all in was not going to work and just sagged. Her hair draped down in front of her tear streaked face as she sat back on her heels. Keeping her eyes downcast she whimpered, "Oh God, you must think I'm some awful tramp."
Looking at her there on her knees in front of me, the cuffs still held loosely in her hand, I felt I should do something to try and make her feel better. Looking at her her t-shirt was damp with tears but the prominent nipples that were merely outlined before were now hard as rocks and pushing hard against the fabric. I also saw that though her eyes were downcast, when she would glance up towards me they would linger on my crotch and my ever increasing erection.