Jay was my best friend in high school. He and I were both 19 when this story takes place. I was always over his house and he mine. Unlike a lot of stories here, his mom was average looking. Not a striking beauty by any means, but to a 19 year old boy anybody with tits got your attention. Jay's mom's name is Hazel, but I always called her Mrs. D**** (She is still alive and I'm not sure I want to use their last name.)
Well, she was about 5' 6" tall and thin. She was in her early to mid 40's. She had small breasts, probably a b cup, but to me they looked great. As I spent more and more time there, I noticed that she was always wearing blouses with a scoop neckline. And that very time she bent over I could see down into it. She always wore a bra, but her breasts hung down inside it and to me looked great. Usually I managed to offer her my help doing things around the house. I helped put clean linen on her bed a lot as that afforded me a good opportunity to peek down her blouse as she bent over to make the bed. I never was sure if she knew what I was doing, but since I offered my help and she always accepted, I didn't care. But in my mind I did wonder if she was showing herself to me on purpose. My answer would come in the winter of 1971. This is when the real story happened.
I was over Jay's on a Saturday afternoon when it started to freezing rain. As the storm got worse Jay asked his mom if I could stay the night rather than attempt to drive home. I was given the ok and called my parents to let them know. A short time after that Jay went into the basement to work on his motorcycle and that left me with his mom in the living room. I was a klutz with mechanical stuff, so he never asked my help. She went in to the kitchen to do dishes and I followed and offered to help.
"Oh, no" she said, I'll get them. There aren't many to do."
As she washed and rinsed I stood leaning against the refrigerator and watched her from behind. She had a knit pullover shirt and jeans on. Whenever I had the chance I always watched her as I was fascinated with the thoughts of older women. Even if she was my best friend's mom, that never stopped my dreaming and imagination. I do not know what got into me, but that afternoon as I stood behind her, I made up my mind to try something. What I wasn't sure, but I would try to find out if she was deliberately showing herself to me or not.