Tom enjoyed staying at his aunts Celia's house, the long summer days seemed endless in the large gardens that surrounded the property.
It was not that Tom was keen on nature, or the pristine rose bushes that his aunt would kneel over for hours, pruning and delicately maintaining.
It was the fun he had with his cousins and the evil, stuck-up woman who lived next door.
Mrs. Harrington was a heavy set woman who knew how beautiful she'd been in her younger years and even now as time was softening her edges still had an air of entitlement. She enjoyed waltzing around displaying her obvious wealth in expensive clothes, though her dresses and hats looked stuck in a style from decades previous.
Tom had taken a instant dislike to her as soon as they had met, a dislike made even worse by how horny she made him feel.
Maybe it was his teenage hormones, hyped up by college life but she was driving him wild.
He'd been walking down the road when he had first bumped into her, fed up with being stuck in this boring suburban neighborhood.
As he walked past the foot of their driveway he had paused, looking at the overly ornate columns surrounding their front doors, thinking how tacky they were, a desperate attempt to emulate the ostentatious wealth on a Georgian house.
Suddenly a posh voice had called out, it's tone sharp and accusatory, startling him from his gaze.
"Excuse young man, who are you and what are you doing on my property?" Mrs. Harrington had seemingly appeared from nowhere.
Tom had tried to politely introduce himself and explain that he wasn't on her property and was staying next door.
Mrs. Harrington was having none of it, demanding to know why he thought it was ok to snoop around "like a thief, or worse." Tom wondered what she meant by worse than a thief.
Tom had tried to listen, to be polite, but as Mrs. Harrington had worked herself up, looking down on him both physically and metaphorically, Tom eyes had wandered and he'd found himself furtively sneaking glimpses at her heavy bosom straining against the soft fabric of her summer dress.
She was tall, taller than his 5 ft 9 frame and she was wearing flats. Her hair was a deep auburn color, off her face in a severe pulled back style.
Her face was strong, and she had big handsome features, her eyes were a piercing blue and her lips were full and thick. Tom could not tell if they were real or had help.
Her body was as stout as it was tall, she seemed to have powerful arms and her bust stood out in front of her as if to bludgeon anyone in her path.
Her waist was surprisingly narrow and only emphasized her size, although he could not see, Tom was sure that her ass must have been equally impressive.
The more uptight and angry she got at him, the more Tom found himself getting hard.
His thoughts had started to run away into fantasies as she berated him, her bosom shaking as her anger rose.
Tom imagined her anger exploding as she ripped his clothes off, pushing him to the ground and squatting over him, overpowering him with her size.
He imagined her berating him and laughing as he tried to escape, her total dominance an amusement to her. He saw her pulling up her dress, revealing her naked sex above his face, his face suddenly buried between her heavy ass cheeks, the smell and heat and wetness he'd feel rubbing over his lips and tongue, all the while scolding him in her stuck up accent.
Tom had gone red as these thoughts had come over him and he had practically ran away with Mrs. Harrington shouting after him about manners.
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Tom had fumed to the whole family about it, his uncle had laughed and said he wasn't surprised.
"Terrible people," he'd said, "Can't stand them, think they're so much better than everyone".
Surprisingly the only person who had stood up for them was his cousin Sarah, the youngest of his cousins, who was also normally the quietest. Tom had always put this down to her general petiteness and shyness that contrasted so much to her louder older sisters who always seemed to dominate conversations.
Amy and Rebecca, affectionately nicknamed 'the twins' due to their likeness had inherited their fathers height, and much to Tom's embarrassment their mothers figure.
Amy especially had curves that made him blush, and to make matters worse Amy know knew it.
She was a year younger than Tom but she had definitely matured faster than him and he had secretly lusted after her as she had blossomed into a striking curvaceous young woman.
She recently had also become the first girl that he had shown his penis to; she had asked him nonchalantly one day, so he had. Pulling his fly down he had pulled his jeans off and after a moments hesitation removed his boxers.
She had looked at it's limp form with a kind of mild curiosity. Then she had teased him, "Aren't they sposed to be bigger and harder?"
He'd pointed out that standing there half naked in her room was a little embarrassing instead of arousing so what did she expect?
Amy had looked at him, studying his face and his penis before coming to a decision.
"That's fair" she had stated and pulled her t-shirt over her head.
Her large breasts had bounced gently then sat perfectly jutting out of her chest, hard nipples pointing slightly upwards towards him.
When Tom had overcome his shock and realized what he was looking at he had felt his dick start to grow and harden.
Amy had giggled as it started to stiffen, but that had died away and she became strangely quiet as it grew to it's full length.
They had stood there for moments, he looking at her tits, she starting silently at his cock, biting her lip slightly.
Neither one of them spoke as Amy had moved. She had slowly inched towards him eyes never leaving his cock.
She'd looked at his face then and smiled a strange small smile as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Tom's legs felt like they were trembling so much he'd fall over, every sensation of the cool air on his skin like a thousand fingertips stroking across his legs and groin.
