SSBBW Age Gap Pt. 01

This is the beginning of a rather long story about my most recent relationship. You might find that it starts off a little slow, but I assure you it gets steamy. I prefer to keep you looped in on all my internal thoughts and all the conversational details so you can hopefully enjoy the really thrilling moments as much as I did.

For context, I am 60 years old, 400 lbs, and white with short brown hair. My body is pear shaped. In other words. I have a large ass and thighs with relatively smaller breasts and belly... though, I wouldn't exactly call them small. The other star of this story is a 29 year old man (more on him shortly). If you are interested in may-december relationships, family-friend taboos, and fit men fucking fat women then this story is definitely for you. I hope you enjoy!

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One Friday afternoon last June I went window shopping at the mall to escape the high temperatures. A heat wave was hitting Northern California hard and I needed a change of scenery after spending the last couple of days in the pool. I recall that I had a slight sunburn on my back so I was avoiding any tight clothes. Instead I wore a white linen dress that showed off my arms - thick, soft, dimpled with cellulite, and also unfortunately sunburnt.

I was meandering through a home goods store when I noticed a really handsome young man browsing pots and pans. He was tall, thin but not skinny, and sporting a cute haircut that really showed off his thick brown hair. I found myself admiring how well he dressed too - nice loafers, a fashionable work jacket that kept his look casual even though his shirt was clearly just dry cleaned. I'd always thought there was something sexy about a guy who cared to dress well.

"Maybe 30 years ago" I whispered to myself with a little sigh. Don't get me wrong; I was confident in my appearance. I knew that a fair share of guys preferred plus-sized women and I knew how to carry myself. But I did feel like I was getting up there in age and the likelihood of a meet-cute with a stranger in public seemed unlikely. Especially if that stranger was several decades younger than myself.

Even though it seemed out of reach, I couldn't help but fantasize what it might feel like to be with that man. I hadn't had sex in a couple of years, but it was almost always on my mind. I imagined this young, fit guy grabbing my waist, kissing my neck, even giving me head. I was 60 years old and 400 lbs so l knew that chances were slim I'd be anyone's "type." But hey, sue me for dreaming.

At this point, lost in thought, I was starring at the man. Sure enough, he'd noticed. His hazel eyes caught mine and I felt myself blush a little bit. I imagined he must have been thinking something like "oh great, another fat, old, horny lady making eyes."

I started to look away to save myself the embarassment, but then he smiled and asked "Mrs. Barnes?"

I did a double take. "How could he know who I am? I've never seen this man in my life...I'd surely remember someone that handsome wouldn't I?" I wondered.

"It's me," he said, "Ben Smalls." He started to walk over towards the cutlery section where I was standing. I was busy unscrambling my thoughts. I did know this man, but...I only ever knew him as a kid. Benny Smalls, the boy from across the culdesac. He graduated high school with my son, Michael.

"This is not what I expected" I thought to myself. "I cant let on how embarassed I am or he'll know for sure that I was checking him out."

"Oh my god, little Benny Smalls? Is that really you?" I exclaimed. Now he was the one blushing. My mom-energy had worked like a charm. "I never would have recognized you. You were so short and skinny, and well, now look at you!" I walked around the edge of the island that stood between us to meet him for a hug.

He laughed off some of his embarrassment and leaned in to hug me back, "yeah, I went through a bit of a growth spurt once I went off to college." That was an understatement though; he was at least 5 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than when I last saw him 11 years ago. That would have been the summer before he and Mikey went off to college.

Benny had once been a really charming and polite little kid. I remembered that when he was about ten years old he very obviously had a crush on a couple of the moms in the neighborhood. It was cute and innocent - just a boy being a boy and learning he fancied women. I also recalled that I'd happened to be his favorite. Maybe because of my curves, maybe because I was his best friend's mom and would let him eat junk food whenever he came over; I was never really sure. I honestly just didn't pay it much thought because he was obviously a child and by the time the boys were in highschool Benny was appropriately interested in girls his own age.

For a decade Benny had existed in my mind as the sweet and scrawny teenager that used to live across the street but now he was a hunk of man. As he hugged me in that store I couldn't help but notice how confidently he pressed his hard chest against my big soft breasts. I was immediately reminded that just 10 seconds ago I was checking him out and day dreaming about his head between my thighs. I dont know if I was more shocked at who he was or the fact that I'd manifested his hands on my body so quickly.

"How've you been, Mrs. B? How's Michael?"

I tried to stay in friendly-neighbor-mode and shake off the horny thoughts. "Oh, I'm good, just doing most of the same old stuff I was doing a decade ago" I said with a little laugh. "And Michael is doing really well! He's living in Austin these days with his girlfri- his fiance." I hadnt gotten used to that yet.

"That's awesome, I haven't kept up with him since college but glad to hear he's doing well. You must be excited to see him get married!"

"Thanks sweetie, I'm sure he'd be glad to hear I ran into you. And yes, his fiance is a sweetheart, so I'm very excited for them both" I said with a smile. "How about you? Have you tied the knot yet?"

"Oh, no, not yet. My girlfriend and I just started going long distance, so it doesn't feel like the right time."

"Damn, he's taken!" I thought. "At least now I can do away with temptation. At this point if I flirted it would just be playing, right?" I was hard at work trying to justify my horny thoughts from earlier. So I pelted him with questions to keep the burden of conversation on him for a moment.

"Long distance? Wow, you must really love this girl! But where are each of you living then? Are you back in town? I thought your parents were still out in New York?'" Mr. and Mrs. Smalls had moved away the year that Ben left for college. To my knowledge, Ben didnt have any other local family so it was pretty strange to see him here. "Sorry, I dont mean to bombard you with questions" I lied.

He let out an exasperated laugh, as if he'd explained this to a bunch of people already. "Oh no worries. Yeah, so my parents are still up in new york. I was actually just visiting them and they are loving retirement. I only moved back to the east bay last week because my job had me transferred here and it just made no sense to turn down the pay, even if its just for a couple years. Kim, my girlfriend, is still in Denver and doesn't really plan to move at this point."

"Oh my god, that's quite a big life change! Congrats on your new job, honey. It sounds like you're making a smart decision for your future even if it makes things a little bit hard right now."

I paused and he nodded but didn't say anything. His expression, on the other hand, said a lot. I estimated that he was disappointed his girlfriend didn't want to make the move with him. I wondered what would've driven that kind of decision from Kim. "She must be a fucking idiot to let this stud run off to another state without her" I thought. "He's way too handsome to be left alone." It became clear that my horny thoughts weren't exactly going away.

"So, you must be having fun catching up with old friends?" I asked. Again, trying to keep the conversation pure.

"Not really honestly. All my friends from growing up are either living elsewhere or have just changed in very different ways than I have. So it's been a little weird - everything is familiar but everyone is different. I'm really happy I ran into you, I've needed a familiar face!"

"Sorry that the familiar face couldnt be someone more exciting" I joked.

He laughed, "No, no not at all! You and Steve were the cool grown-ups of our neighborhood in my eyes."

"I'm just giving you a hard time, Benny. But I can definitely see how it'd be weird coming back after so long"

"Yeah, its really strange. How's Steve by the way? I'd forgot to ask"

This was the question I'd been dreading. Steve and I were divorced for about 9 months now. "Oh, well you know its funny you called me 'Mrs. Barnes' because Steve and I separated last year. Now I'm back to being a Wilburn, but you know you're old enough to just call me Kathy." It was a little embarassing to talk about, so I tried to garnish the news with a joke.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry to hear that." The look on his face told me he was afraid he'd pried, even though he hadn't.

"Dont be sorry. It was for the best. He got his little girlfriend and I got the house!" We shared an awkward laugh and I considered that that joke was probably a bit too far.

"Sorry Benny, I just have to laugh at myself a little bit. But enough about me, tell me about the new job! You must not be too busy yet if you're at the mall in the middle of the day."

"You caught me" he joked. "I don't have much real work to do yet, so I snuck away to get some stuff for my new kitchen"

"Ooooo fun! Did you find a nice place to live already?"

"Not yet; I'm going to stay in a temporary spot for a couple months while I shop around. But they furnished it with really shitty kitchenware so I need to get some upgrades ASAP"

"I see, that's smart of you to not commit to something right away. It wouldn't be fun to be stuck with a bad roommate. How's the temporary place other than the shitty pots and pans?"

"It's alright. The AC isn't great in there either, so this heat has been brutal."

"Oh you poor thing! It's way too hot to not have AC. If you want to use my pool this weekend to escape the heat you are more than welcome to." I wasn't sure if I was being genuine with my generosity or if I was motivated to see him with his shirt off.

I could tell he didn't think I was sincerely offering. "Oh that's so nice of you, but I don't want to be a b-"

"It wouldn't be any trouble, Benny. I'm going to be out there as much as possible until it cools off anyways. And even if I'm not home, you can just let yourself in around the side of the house."

I could see him actually starting to consider it. He looked down at his feet like he was a little shy.

"Seriously" I said, drawing out the word.

His eyes darted back up to about my waist and lingered there. "Oh...interesting...Is he looking at my hips?" I wondered, "Maybe he never outgrew that little crush. That would be unbelievable...but why not choose to believe? What harm is there in encouraging it?"

I put my hand on my hip where his eyes were pointed, pulling my dress a little tighter so he could see the dramatic difference between the size of my hips and my waist. "What else do you have to do this weekend anyways? Melt in your apartment? You already said work is slow and you haven't made friends" I teased him. Hopefully in more ways than one.

He met my eyes again and laughed. I couldn't get a good read on what he had been thinking. "You're not wrong. A swim honestly sounds like a life saver, Mrs. Barnes. But you've got to promise to let me know if you change your mind. I don't want to impose."

"It's just 'Kathy' now remember?" I gave him a smug little smile and he grinned back. There was chemistry there, friendly or otherwise. "But that's great, how about I give you my number and you just send me a text message before you head my way?"

"Yeah, yeah sounds great! Here, you can enter it yourself" he said as he handed me his phone. I punched in my contact info as 'Ms. Kathy.'

"There you go, I compromised on the names. I'll let you finish your shopping so you can get back to work. We can do more catching up tomorrow" I said with a big smile.

"'Ms. Kathy'" he read aloud. "That's got a good ring to it. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks so much for the invite!" He waved goodbye and I waved back as I headed for the door.

As I walked through the mall and back towards my car, I couldn't help but feel a little excited. While I doubted that Ben was interested in me in any serious way -- I mean, he had a girlfriend -- that look he gave sure did feel like he was admiring my curves and I knew that old crushes die hard. "He didn't seem put off by my teasing either. He agreed to come over after all" I thought. "It just feels so fun for me to be in this head space again - flirting with the idea of flirting. And what do I have to lose by testing the waters? Worst case scenario: he thinks I'm crazy and then I'd simply never see him again. Best case scenario: well..." I felt myself getting wet and decided I needed to supress the horny thoughts until I got home.

When I made it to the house, I headed straight upstairs for the shower. I had just about melted in my car on the drive. So between the sweat and the precum, I couldn't wait to get out of my panties.

They hit the ground before I was even out of my shoes. I lifted my dress off over my head, undid my earrings and turned the faucet on just enough to get high pressure without letting the water get hot. I stepped in and let myself chill down in the cold water. "What a relief" was all I could think for a few minutes. Then I felt my nipples getting hard from the cold and it reminded me how horny I was.

My eyes shut. I grabbed my breasts and stimulated my nipples - running one finger at a time over and back. I began to think about Ben again. How his hands felt on my arms when he hugged me. How those same hands might feel playing with my nipples like this. I reached for the faucet with one hand and turned up the temperature. Then with the same hand I reached over and under my slippery apron of a stomach until I found my hot sticky clit. My belly had blocked the shower water, but I was still soaking wet down there.

With my middle and ring fingers I ran a figure eight over my clit while my other hand continued to play with my breast. I imagined these were Ben's hands but I wished they were his tongue.

So I grabbed the shower head and sat down on the shower bench. I lifted one of my massive legs up onto the seat and used one hand to lift up my belly so that my pussy was exposed. With my other hand, I brought the shower head to my vagina and let the warm water press on my clit.

I imagined it was Ben there on his knees in the shower, feasting on my fat, wet, salty pussy. I pictured running my fingers through his thick, brown, curly hair while I drowned him in blubbery thighs. I came harder than I had in a decade. It was ecstasy. For some reason, meeting him earlier that day had sparked a fantasy I didn't even know I'd had. I knew instantly that this was something I truly lusted for - to seduce that "boy next door." I laid there breathless for a few minutes before cleaning myself up and getting out of the shower.

As I dried myself off I thought more about the possibilities of the next day. I didn't want to be a homewrecker per say, but I was extremely curious to confirm whether or not Ben may still have a crush on the 'mom from across the street.' Luckily the pool was going to afford me plenty of opportunity to show a little skin and check for a reaction. "I'll give him a harmless little show. Afterall, I deserve to be gawked at a little" I thought.

That night, lying in bed I touched myself one more time envisioning Ben shirtless in the pool. The next day couldn't come soon enough.