Matilda Ward was a teacher who had retired at age 63, hoping to spend the rest of her life with her husband of 37 years and doing what they enjoyed best, hiking and fornicating as Herbert often put it.
So when her seemingly healthy spouse had a massive heart attack and passed, Matilda was suddenly adrift and while financially secure was alone. Hiking wasn't the same without a partner and a vibrator proved to be an unsatisfactory substitute for a man, and having given up her teaching position Matilda was left with a lot of time on her hands.
With schools cutting back on positions and now becoming 64, Matilda knew she had little hope of catching on somewhere, so she put an ad in the paper offering her services as a tutor. She only got one response from the ad though, but she went and spoke to the woman whose son was woefully behind because of an illness that sidelined him for a time in his younger days.
Now 18 and healthy, Joey Barnes was trying to graduate on time but was struggling and although his divorced mother really couldn't afford a tutor she wanted her son to succeed. Part of that was the fact that high school was no fun for Joey, a shy and meek lad who seemed to be a magnet for ridicule and abuse by other students, and the faster he got out of there and to a college where he would have a fresh start the better.
When Matilda met with Joey and his mother, the teacher could see why he got picked on, not that it was fair. Joey had a bit of a stuttering problem that got only worse when he tried to stop it, and being about 5'7" and maybe 120 pounds soaking wet, that combined with his horn rimmed glasses that made him look even more like a classic nerd almost guaranteed he would be a target.
So the tutoring began, and after a couple of sessions Matilda was not only warming to the young scholar, but she was learning that despite appearances, Joey Barnes was just like most every other 18 year old guy, maybe even more so. That, as it happened, would eventually become alright by Matilda.
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"Joey's upstairs waiting for you," a harried looking Brenda Barnes said after letting the retired teacher in. "I'm sorry I have to run. I just want to tell you how happy I am that Joey's taking to you and your tutoring so well. He looks forward to seeing you - you must make learning fun."
"He's a delightful young man and he's much more intelligent that you've been led to believe," Matilda said. "He just needs people to be a little patient with him and we're going to get him that diploma too. You watch and see."
Joey's mother left and before Matilda made the trip upstairs to Joey's room she checked herself in the mirror, straightening her blazer and making sure her short silver hair looked good because Joey always gave her a thorough inspection when they worked together.
Matilda smiled at the thought of the way Joey would ogle her as if she was a model instead of an old lady, and the only thing that amused her more than his leering was the inept way he tried to do it subtly.
Up the stairs the tutor went, and when she reached Joey's room she stood in the doorway and looked at her pupil who as always was sitting up straight at his desk with his hands folded in front of him and beaming.
"Hi Mrs. Ward," the pimple-face lad chirped as she entered the little room. "You look real pretty tonight."
"Why thank you Joey," Matilda said as she set her purse down. "You say that every time I see you."
"That's because you always look pretty," declared the lad whose manner reminded the woman of Eddie Haskell on the old Leave It to Beaver show, although Joey's praise seemed sincere, unlike the shallow and sneaky character Eddie was.
"Well that might charm me but it won't help you pass English," Matilda reminded her protege as she reached for the door to close it but then stopped. "Don't need to close the door because your mother left so we won't be disturbed."
"Gone for the night," Joey said way too happily. "She's working a couple nights a week for extra money."
"She's a very industrious woman," Matilda said, and she had noticed that right away, which was why she was charging next to nothing for the tutoring. "Now where were we?"
Matilda took off her blazer, and as she did as saw Joey's eyes widen when he saw the blouse, and while the simple grey and white sleeveless top was nothing flashy, Joey had mentioned last week how much he liked it, which was why she wore it although she feigned ignorance as she asked him why he was smiling.
"That blouse. I really like it," Joey said while grinning widely.
"Oh, that's right. I do recall you mentioning that the last time I wore it," Matilda replied. "How did we do with that homework assignment from last time?"
"Got a 94!" Joey announced as he reached into his book bag and extracted the paper, and as he set it down Matilda put her hands on the desk and leaned over to see what answer he had gotten wrong.
"Very good," Matilda said as she bent down far enough so that Joey could see what he was looking for, stifling a chuckle as the lad looked over the top of his glasses and into the scoop-neck of the blouse.
Young fellows and their raging testosterone, Matilda mused as she let Joey look as long as she dared before straightening up. After noticing the way the fellow had leered at her breasts last time she had gone home and leaned down in front of the dresser mirror to see what had fascinated Joey so much.
The sight of her breasts like that startled her, because even encased in a brassiere her once perky bosom sagged so much. Her breasts had become long tubes with her over-sized areolas completely covering the ends of what her late husband used to fondly call her banana boobs as she aged.
Why a young man would go out of his way to look at as much of a elderly woman's breasts that the clothing allowed baffled the retired teacher, because it made no sense. Then again, neither did the way her nipples stiffened when he looked make sense, or why she let him look.
"So what are your assignments for the rest of this week," Matilda asked as she came around and stood next to Joey as he fished out the information from the backpack, and after he put on on the table they looked at the list, with Joey predictably leaning next to her so he was touching her bare arm.
"This shouldn't be so challenging given the progress you've been making," Matilda declared before her eyes went over to something she didn't approve of. "And what are the rules about this phone?"
"No Mrs. Ward," Joey blurted out as he tried belatedly to stop her from grabbing the device. "Please don't."
"I'm just going to put this somewhere so that - what? What is this?"
Matilda looked to the screen of the phone and then back at her ashen-faced student before holding the photo up closer.
"I assume there is an explanation for this?"
"You can't see your face," Joey said of the photo of her from the neck down with her hanging breasts in full view.
"Why?"
"I'm not good at taking pictures and I didn't want you to catch me taking it," Joey explained.
"That's not what I mean. I'm asking why you would take a picture of me like that? Do you show this to your friends and laugh?"
"Omigod no. Nothing like that. Don't have many friends anyway."
"I didn't see you take this."
"No, that was from last week."
"Are there others?" Matilda asked, and when the silence spoke volumes she demanded he show them to her.
"Just push that button and it goes to the next one," Joey explained, and so Matilda pushed the button, and kept pushing as what seemed like an endless processions of her in various candid shots, few of them flattering or revealing but managing to document just about every inch of her that clothing didn't cover.
"My, I used to be aware of students passing notes or chewing gum, but it seems that I'm slipping because you've managed to get away with quite a bit under my nose."
"I'm sorry. Do you want me to get rid them?
"That would be nice."
"Can I take a real picture of you though?" Joey asked. "Just you sitting there?"
"I suppose, but you could have asked that in the beginning," Matilda replied as she sat down and touched her hair with her hands. "Do I look alright?"
