The two Petreau boys were watching over their mother's apartment while she was on an extended European vacation with her church group. The two brothers were upper classmen at a college in another town and had summer jobs that kept them too busy for meeting girls. They had returned from a late supper to find that the contractor had left a mess in their apartment. To install new pipes, the walls had been breached, and now only some opaque plastic sheeting still covered part of the wall between their mother's apartment and the next. By pulling back the plastic they could peek through and discovered that they were looking right into Widow Ryan's apartment.
"Hey, tonight is the night we see Nora naked," proclaimed Jack as he once again checked the holes in their kitchen wall. He and his brother liked Nora Ryan and had chatted with her many times. She was a friendly, older woman, who seemed lonely for company and appeared, at times, to be flirting with them. Nora was both a good neighbor to their mother and an object of the two boys' lust, frequently stimulating the brothers to have thoughts about getting into her expansive panties.
"You horny bastard. You never let up," teased Timmy. "I bet she'll come in with a load on again and won't even notice the work is still not finished and the holes are still there in the wall."
"So much the better for us, dear brother," replied Jack. "It isn't as if we have been getting much else lately." He had a wonderful vision in his mind of Nora Ryan without any clothes on.
The sound of clumsy, shuffling footsteps could be heard from the stairs. It could only be jolly, plump Nora, returning from an evening of drinking with some girlfriends. Timmy and Jack barely dared to breath, listening and trying to interpret the various sounds coming, first from the hallway, and then from the apartment.
"She's inside," Timmy announced. "Turn the light out."
"Hey, quiet!" Jack whispered, quickly flicking off the lamp. "She'll hear us." Both boys remained silent in the dark room as they listened to their female neighbor move about. A soft, sweet voice could soon be heard singing some folk tunes. The voice grew louder; Nora was inside her bedroom only feet away from the horny pair. They heard a closet door open and drawers slide in and out. The boys began to peek through small tears in the sheeting.
A thrill ran though Tim and Jack as they noticed that the woman had already taken off her skirt. They watched Nora remove her white blouse and unsnap her bra; Nora gave her two neighbors a fine view of her large, pendulant, breasts, tipped with large pink areolas and small, flaccid nipples. She tossed the garments casually onto a chair. Next she slid her panties off her wide hips and down her firm, curvy legs. As Nora slowly danced in step with her song gracefully about her bedroom, Tim and Jack could see the thick bush of hair that hid her pussy from them. Apparently, the woman had totally forgotten that both her bedroom wall and her privacy had been breached.
Nora walked over to her bureau and examined herself in the mirror, cupping her large breasts and running her fingers over the little nipples, making them perk up. She ran her hands down her sides, stroking her broad, flaring hips and heavy thighs. The boys heard a sigh from her and saw her sadly shake her head. She had informed the two brothers that she had been a "real looker" once with many boy friends chasing after her. She had finally settled on her Brian, but he died in an accident.
Peering at her now, Jack felt sorry for her. Nora was still an attractive lady, a little worn by time, a little heavy from enjoying her own good cooking too much. Jack, however, had no taste for the anemic, skinny girls his own age. He liked his women to be mature, maybe even fleshy. Lewd ambitions flooded his mind as he watched Nora dance slowly about her room.
Wiggling her butt, Nora turned away and went into her bathroom. Soon the sound of water came to the ears of the two horny boys. Jack and Tim let out deep breaths, as though they had been trapped under water. They had finally seen the voluptuously naked body of their neighbor.
"Wow!" Jack breathed. "She looked ripe for a good fucking."
"Nora has to be over forty, twenty years older than us," Tim said. "We must really be into older women." He shared his brother's tastes.
"I really like her. Don't you think that she has sex appeal?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Tim agreed. "I'd definitely do her if I got the chance. Yup, I would sure like to get into her."
"Remember, Tim, how she complained that she always has trouble waking up if she drank too much. I wonder if we could slip into her bedroom and fuck her after she goes to sleep?"
"I don't know..." Tim responded as he pondered this bizarre idea.
The shower stopped and the two brothers resumed their whispers back and forth. When they heard Nora returning, they fell silent, watching as she toweled her damp body. She lifted a nightgown off the back of a chair and pulled it over her shoulders, adjusting it in front of her mirror. She quickly wove her long dark hair into a single braid that fell down her back. Without any makeup and the girlish hairstyle, Nora looked years younger and all the more desirable.
Nora left the room again, but returned quickly with a bottle and a glass. She upended the bottle and poured herself a generous nightcap. The smell of Irish whiskey wafted across to the boys. Nora stood at the mirror, sipping from the glass, looking at herself. Now and then she would touch her hair or nightgown, making a slight adjustment, as if trying to improve her appearance that she saw through her boozy eyes.
"Here's to you, Nora," she toasted with a little laugh, "and may you find another hard dick someday... someday real soon!" She tilted her head back and drained the glass. She rocked backwards slightly as the liquid hit her throat. She poured herself another inch, and gulped that down. Now even more unsteady, Nora staggered to the bed and collapsed on top of it during her futile effort to pull back the covers. Soon the sound of quiet snoring came to the boys' ears.
"Man! Oh! Man! Did you see those big boobs," Jack murmured. "I would like to lie on top of them with my prick buried in that bush." His hand had slipped down to touch his partially erect cock through his shorts.
"They looked mighty fine," Tim moaned. "I'd like to press my mouth all over them."
