Author's disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction from the fertile mind of this writer. All persons engaging in sexual acts are way older than 18. Any resemblance to people you might know us purely a coincidence.
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My name is Josh Rosen. I just turned 55, and have been a widower for 18 months. My wife of 30 years was a victim of a drunk driver, who didn't even stop after running a red light, t-boning her car, cutting it in half. The only thing good coming from this horrific accident, was the red light camera catching the entire scene.
It took the local police less than a week to find and apprehend the piece of shit driving that car. Not so surprising, he was stopped, and blew a .20 blood alcohol level from another night of drinking, and was quickly arrested.
It took a few months, before justice was served, if it can ever be called justice, because my Janice was never coming back. The drunk dip shit was sentenced to a year in jail, and I was left to deal with his insurance company.
Finally settling with his carrier, I was left to pick up and carry on with my life. With the help of my son, Rob, his wife Gayle, and their two kids, plus my daughter, Robin and her wife, yes wife, Sharon, I managed to start trying to live, again.
Rob was running my small electronics business, with the help of Robin and Sharon. Without those three I don't think I could have ever made my way forward.
I sold the house we made our home, and relocated on the other side of town. I found a nice little house, with a couple of spare rooms, for my grand kids to visit. With a yard to keep me busy puttering around in the good weather. The yard work, if it was enough to be called yard work, allowed me the exercise to keep my weight at about 180 to 185 which didn't look all that bad spread over my 6 foot frame.
A few months later, the house next door went up for sale, and within a week, was sold. Keeping my eyes peeled as to who was moving in, my curiosity was satisfied just a few weeks later.
A moving truck appeared, along with two young couples and a single lady, who appeared to be a few years younger than me. There wasn't a lot of stuff, and the four kids made quick work of unloading the truck. I waved at the lady watching two little kids in her back yard, and she just nodded in my direction. The one thing I noticed was the sadness in her eyes. Only when the grand kids were playing with her did her smile return.
I figured she wasn't in any mood for conversation, so I left it at that. While not being interested in any relationship, I did notice she was a little on the heavy side, but with a very nice smile.
I let her settle in, and baked a double batch of cookies, one for me, of course. I went to her door, and as I was getting ready to knock, she was just opening her door. After introducing myself, she asked if I wanted to come in, and told me her name was May Johnson.
We talked for a little, with me giving her a very brief history of myself. She wasn't too willing, at first, but after a while told me that her husband of 22 years, traded her in for a younger model. Her words, not mine.
I was looking at her all the while she was quietly telling me her story. I took notice that while she was what I would call 'zoftig', she was little more than a few pounds over weight. She was on the short side, maybe 5'3" or so, and would never guess her weight. What I did notice was her large chest, DD's or larger, was my guess. My Janice was a charter member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, so I notice things like large breasts.
After a few more minutes of conversation, May quietly asked, "would it be possible to share a dinner, some time?"
"I guess so," was my reply. "I do have to tell you I haven't been on a date for a few hundred years."
Smiling, she said its only dinner. We left it at that without setting any specific day.
May told me, even though she came out of her divorce very well, she still worked part time as a book keeper. As I said, my kids ran my business, so the majority of my time was free.
We would talk over our shared fence, while working in our yards, and I would take notice of her loose fitting shirts she wore in the garden. Watching her breasts swaying when she moved around drove me nuts. And this was while she had a bra on. I have to admit the thought of seeing those mounds unfettered gave me some wicked ideas. I do have to admit my jerking off days were long behind me.
One particular afternoon, she caught me starring, and gave me a mock glare and said, "Mr Rosen, are you starting at my chest?"
"Guilty as charged" was my answer.
"I guess my punishment will be fixing you dinner, tonight." Grinning like The Cheshire Cat I told her I would grill a couple of steaks with all the fixings.
At 6 sharp, May came into my back yard through the gate previous owners put in.
"Wow, you look fantastic," I said. Blushing, she told me she hadn't had any occasion to dress up for several years. She had on a nice pair of slacks. With a silk blouse that accentuated her very large chest.
"What's the matter, Josh, haven't you ever seen mature boobs before?" Now it was my turn to blush.
