The Peeping Mom

As Mrs. King came down into his arms, Brandon couldn't help but reach out and within a second realized his left hand had initially grasped her right breast before continuing on to her side and back as her momentum carried her forward and completely into his arms. They ended up with their faces inches from one another with Brandon's strong arms wrapped around Kim's body.

"Well, that's about the most pleasant descent down steps I've ever had," Kim said.

"I'm sorry about that," Brandon said as Kim stood up and he released his grip on her.

"Sorry about?" Kim questioned.

"You know, uh, grabbing you."

"Grabbing me? I sort of fell into you--oh! You mean when you touched my breast Brandon?" Kim asked.

"Yeah."

"Don't worry about that. Gravity carried me into you and it wasn't your fault that your hand ended up right where my breast was headed," Kim replied.

"Okay. But I didn't mean to do it on purpose."

"Brandon--it's just a breast. Yes, I know you don't go around grabbing them everyday but it's not a big deal. I'm sure you've felt breasts before and you're certainly going to feel them in the future," Kim said.

Silence. Total silence.

"Have you felt a woman's breast before Brandon?" Kim asked as she looked the taller male in the eye.

"Uh..." Brandon stammered.

"Brandon? You can be honest with me. Was that your first touch?"

"Yeah," he responded and looked away from her as he said the word.

"Brandon? Let me have your hands. Come on...let me have them," Kim said as she reached to his sides. Grasping both of his large hands, she moved them up and placed one on each of her B-cup sized breasts.

Brandon instantly pulled away but Kim's hold on this hands quickly pushed them back on her chest.

"You can feel them Brandon. They're just female breasts. They're not even very large. And they're certainly not going to hurt you," she said.

Brandon very gently kept his hands cupped around Mrs. King's breasts--he didn't dare move his hands because he so wanted to continue the experience. But he was also scared. She was right: her breasts weren't large and she did have a bra on but these were the first female breasts he'd actually been able to touch without being pushed away so they felt wonderful. He relished at the softness of her fleshy mounds.

"Mrs. King--I don't think I should be doing this. My parents..." he said.

"Brandon--your parents will never know," Kim said as she dropped her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to remove my hands Brandon. I don't want you to."

As she dropped her hands to her sides, she felt him gently squeeze her tits a little harder.

They stood and looked at each other, their eyes locked on one another. Brandon's hands remained locked in place. He so wanted to move his hands around, perhaps feel her nipples. But he didn't dare move a muscle.

"Brandon? Let's go in the other room."

Dropping his hands, Brandon turned and walked with Kim into her bedroom. She stopped at the foot of the bed, surveying the boxes and containers along the wall.

She sat down on the carpet and patted the floor next to her.

"Sit next to me Brandon."

The young man bent to sit and when he did, Kim moved around him and got into a position where they were only inches apart facing one another. Kim had to look up to the taller man and when she did, she leaned in and kissed Brandon.

Brandon was taken aback by the kiss momentarily but quickly was lost in the kiss. Mrs. King! His neighbor! She was kissing HIM! And then he felt her tongue gently part his lips and his mouth opened, his tongue coming into contact with hers. Nature took its course and their tongues got into a romantic tussle. And as Kim's body turned more to him, his hand went up and once again felt her left breast.

Their kissing continued for several minutes. Brandon continued to gently kneed her breast, finally having enough confidence to reach out and feel her erect nipple despite the fact it was trapped beneath the T-shirt and bra.

As they broke their embrace, Kim panted. "Wow Brandon! You can really kiss!"

She leaned back and said, "Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back."

Kim jumped up and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

"What's she doing?" he wondered. He heard water run for just a moment and then shut off.

The door opened and Kim walked back out directly to him. She sat down closer to him than she had a few minutes earlier--almost in his lap. She leaned forward and they began to kiss one another again. Kim grasped for Brandon's left hand and moved it back to her breast.

Instantly Brandon realized there was no longer a bra between his fingers and Kim's breast. Only the thin cotton of the T-shirt. She'd removed her bra!

Kim's kissing intensified as Brandon played with her nipple. It was clear to him how erect it was and he was mystified by the unseen tip of her breast. Their tongues continued to twirl and twist with one another before Kim once again pulled back and caught her breath.

"Brandon? My shirt. Pull it off..."

The young man paused as he looked into Kim's eyes. Was Mrs. King really offering him the opportunity to see her topless? This was a fantasy he'd had for most of his life.

Without waiting any longer, he reached to her waist and grasped the T-shirt, pulling it up over her body above her breasts. He saw her nipples, reddish-pink in color and definitely pointed out from her body in a clear state of erection. He continued as she held her arms straight up in the air and he pulled the shirt completely off.

As Kim straightened her hair, she said quietly, "Touch them Brandon. Go ahead. Don't be shy."

Brandon reached out to her breasts and began to rub them both. The nipples were centered so perfectly to his eyes. Dark, nice and round. His fingers tweaked each nipple and he saw the look of pleasure on Kim's face as he touched the dark centers.

"Brandon. Why don't you lie on your back?" Kim said before she quickly leaned in and gave him a kiss.

Unsure as to what her thoughts were, Brandon reclined on the soft carpet. Moving to her hands and knees, Kim positioned herself so her upper body was over Brandon's face. She lowered herself so her right nipple came down directly into his waiting lips. He began to kiss the nipple, then his tongue snaked out and licked it. Then he had both lips on the nipple and was sucking it like he was nursing. Her body was on fire and she assumed his was as well.

Kim pulled up and move a few inches before lowering herself once again and allowing her left breast to receive the attention the right one had enjoyed. Brandon once more began to suckle from her small breasts and she reached to his exposed midriff to rub his body hair. As Brandon sucked on her left nipple, he took his hand and began to gently squeeze her right breast.

Kim positioned her right knee so it was between Brandon's legs--just barely touching the crotch of his shorts.

"He's learning," Kim thought to herself, "But I need to go very slowly."

went the telephone--starting both of them.

Kim leaned up, quickly glancing at the clock and seeing 1:45 on the dial as she crawled over to the phone laying on the nightstand.

"Hello? Hello Joyce. Yes, we're almost done. It took longer than we thought it would but Brandon's been a great help. We're doing more than we thought we would so it's taking longer. I may ask him to come by tomorrow to help some more--if he's open to it. But he'll be heading home in a few minutes. I know he's ready to get out of here. Okay. Good-bye."

Brandon was on his knees looking across the end of the bed at his topless neighbor. Seeing Mrs. King like this was the dream of his lifetime.

"That was your Mom and she wanted to remind us what time it was so you're not late for work."

"Wow...yeah, I see the time. I sure don't want to go to work today," he replied.

"Brandon? You need to go to work. We can continue this some other time. If you're interested?," Kim responded.

"Interested? Heck yeah! But what about, well, you know..."

"Brandon. What we've done stays between us. Always and forever. Do you understand?" Kim asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"Do you think you'd like to come back tomorrow morning to help me some more?" Kim asked with a sly grin on her face.

"Definitely. Actually Mom's gone tomorrow so I can come over whenever you'd like. Even if I have to get up early."

"Why don't you come around back again about 7:45 or 8 a.m.? That sound good?" Kim asked, knowing it would be a relatively short night for the young man.

"That's fine. I don't mind getting up early," he replied. "Well, I better get going so Mom isn't calling here again."

"Before you go, give me a kiss Brandon."

The two stood up and walked towards one another and kissed each other, tongues touching again. As they broke apart, Kim held Brandon in place. She moved his hand back up to her breast and helped him gently squeeze her naked bosom one more time.

Bending over, she picked up her T-shirt and put it back on before grasping Brandon's hand and gently pulling him out of the room.

As they stopped behind the safety of the front door, Kim once again reiterated, "I'll see you in the morning but you can't say anything to anyone--ever!"

"I won't. You can trust me Mrs. King, er, Kim."

Kim leaned forward and on her toes kissed him softly on the cheek before saying, "You need to get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow" as she playfully tapped his butt.

Closing the door as he left, Kim leaned up against it lost in her thoughts.

* * *

That evening as Kim sat in the bathtub and shaved her legs, she reflected back on this afternoon's events.

"I know he's a virgin. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head when he took my shirt off. I can't wait to see what he'll be like if he sees me like this," the thought to herself with her right leg extend out and her pussy wide open as the razor was pulled across her thigh to remove any stubble on her smooth skin.

The short haired blonde wanted to make sure she was as attractive as possible so while it had only been two days since she last shaved her legs and arm pits, there was no harm in making her flesh as smooth to Brandon's touch as possible.

As she finished in the bathtub and stood up, exiting before jumping in the shower to rinse off, she stopped at looked at her wet body in the bathroom mirror. Her breasts, while only a B cup, were still firm and attractive--she knew that from looks she received. Her stomach wasn't at taunt as it was when she was Brandon's age but overall her body was still darned attractive! Her pubic hair, darker than the hair on her head but still light enough to make sure she was a 'blonde' had been trimmed into a natural female's 'V' and she wasn't worried about excessive hair being a turn-off. She turned and looked at her butt in the mirror.

"All in all, not bad for an old lady," Kim thought to herself.

* * *

Kim's husband was up early and out of the house earlier than she had expected. Gone by 7 a.m., she once again jumped into the shower to make sure she was completely clean. She wasn't sure what she wanted to wear this morning but decided to go as casual as she could. She looked through her panties and decided on a pair of hi-cut white cotton panties that had a scalloped lace waistband. They looked appropriately 'sexy' for a woman her age but didn't it look like she was trying to be Brandon's age. Kim looked down at her crotch to make sure no pubic hair was peeking out of her leg openings--that might be a big turn-off for the young man.

Deciding on a top was a big more challenging but she elected to go with a patterned sleepshirt--almost like a 'long T' for a woman but definitely a nightgown. A light blue color, it wasn't risqué by being too transparent but it was cut low enough that her upper chest area skin was visible. She threw a light matching blue bathrobe on over it and looked at herself in her dresser mirror, seeing an attractive blonde lady looking back at her--prepared for an adventurous day that she had never anticipated in her wildest dreams!

As she made her way downstairs, she opened the blinds in the back of the house and went about straightening up out of nervous habit. The clock never seemed to budge as she kept glancing at it so she decided that she wouldn't allow herself to check it again.

"What if he chickens out?" Kim thought to herself. "Maybe I scared him off yesterday? Maybe Joyce will give him something he needs to do?" The concerns were endless and she was busy worrying about what might happen when she heard a light knock once again at the back door. She looked up and saw Brandon through the glass door, dressed very similar to yesterday in a T-shirt and shorts.

She gestured for him to turn the handle as she had unlocked the door previously and he did, entering the King family room area once again.

As Kim looked at him she could see the nervousness on his face. "Poor thing--he's scared to death!" she thought.

"Brandon--I'm so glad you came. I was just cleaning up..." Kim indicated.

"Good morning Mrs. King. I'm here again to, uh, help..." he said.

"Yes. To help. Why don't you start helping by locking that door?"

Turning to lock the door, Kim glanced at his crotch and while she knew the shorts were baggy, she swore to herself, "He's already hard."

"Let's sit down and talk for a few minutes Brandon," she indicated, pointing to the kitchen table. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"No. I'm fine. Thanks."

"I'm going to finish my tea," Kim said as she sat down in the seat next to her young neighbor thinking of ways to put his nerves at ease.

"Brandon? I want to ask you some questions--have a real conversation with you. I know you're going to get embarrassed but I am asking you to be 100% honest with me. I will never tell anyone anything you tell me this morning and I expect the same from you. We can both be as open with one another as possible and it'll be so much easier for both us. Are you okay with that?" she asked with a big smile as she looked at her neighbor.

"Yeah. Sure," he nervously replied.

"Let me start with a soft question: What did you think of yesterday? And I don't mean moving the boxes!" she asked with a laugh.

"Mrs. King--uh, Kim--I thought yesterday was great. I mean I never thought that I'd ever get to, well you know..."

"Say it Brandon. No embarrassment allowed around here today."

"I never thought I'd ever get to kiss you. Or feel your tits--I mean you breasts," he responded.

"Brandon--you can say tits. Or pussy. Or fuck. Or any other dirty words you want. This stays between us always. You can't be afraid or nervous with me Brandon."

"Okay. I really like to rub your tits Mrs. King. I mean when I sucked on your nipples, that was like the highlight of my life!" he said.

"Well, I don't think that's quite accurate but I'm glad you enjoyed my body. I will admit to you that your sucking on them was so wonderful to me."

There was a slight pause of silence.

"Can I share a secret with you Brandon?"

"Uh, sure."

"When you left yesterday, I went back upstairs to put my bra back on and when I got upstairs I undid my shorts and pulled my panties down. Do you know what I found?" Kim asked.

"No."

"My panties were soaked. You got me so excited that my pussy was as wet as it's been in years. I wish you could have stayed to see how excited I was."

"Wow. That's so cool Mrs. King. I wish I could have stayed as well."

"Brandon--what sort of sexual experience have you had? Be honest. Before we go too far, we need to make sure of some things."

"Well...this is embarrassing to admit Mrs. King but I'm really inexperienced. I mean I'm a virgin so I guess I have no experience," Brandon replied.

"You don't need to be embarrassed Brandon. We all progress at different speeds. You've been on dates, haven't you?" Kim inquired.

"Yeah. Sure. But nothing that led to sex."

"So you've never been with a girl before sexually? Or a guy?" she added.

"Heck no! I mean, no. I've not been with a guy ever. I don't want to do that. As for girls, furthest I've ever gotten is kissing and some touching. I used to go out with Carol Tornman--you know her--but she never let me do anything except rub her butt through her pants. We never did anything as cool as what we did yesterday," he admitted.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed yesterday. I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did."

Brandon looked in Kim's blue eyes and she could note the rapidly decreasing levels of nervousness in the young man. She had noticed he was looking at her legs from time to time. Her legs were crossed as she sat next to him but her lower thighs were exposed at the point where the hem of the robe and gown came to an end with the smooth skin visible.

"Another question for you Brandon--drugs?"

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"Do you use any kind of drugs? You know, anything that you probably shouldn't be using..." she said.

"Well, not really. I have smoked weed but everybody does," he offered up tensely. "You can't tell my folks--my dad wouldn't understand that at all."

"Brandon. This conversation stays here between us. I'm not going to tell you parents anything no matter what you tell me. We made that commitment to one another earlier so I want both of us to be honest--completely honest," Kim replied.

"Okay. It's just...my dad. If he found out, I'd be dead."

"That's between the two of you--I'm not involved in that at all. Just don't smoke anything around my house and I'll be silent. But you know you shouldn't be doing that anyway!"

There was silence for a moment.

"I sound like a Mom, don't I?" Kim said as she smiled at Brandon.

"Yeah. A lot like a Mom," he replied.

They both laughed.

"Okay. No more 'Mom' from me. I promise," Kim said. "I'll tell you what, why don't we go upstairs to my bedroom. Would you like that?"

"Oh yeah," he instantly replied, his brain full of visions of yesterday.

As they left the kitchen and hiked up the carpeted steps, Kim in front of Brandon, she knew he was looking at the back of her legs and maybe even up the nightgown a bit. She began to get turned on.

As they turned the corner at the top of the stairs and entered the master bedroom, Kim was unbuttoning the robe. Before she turned around, she slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it onto the end of the bed.

Turning around, Brandon saw his neighbor clad in the thin cotton nightie and saw her nipples poking at the material. Kim watched his eyes and saw they were glued to the two points on her chest.

"Brandon? Would you like to take off my nightgown for me?" she asked.

"Uh, sure. I mean, 'Yes'," and he reached to her waist as she extended her arms straight up. He pulled the thin garment up and his eyes caught sight of her panties as he pulled it up over her breasts and over her head. He noticed the lace at the waist and wondered what her body looked like underneath the panties.

Dropping her arms to her chest and coyly covering up her breasts, Kim said, "You know it's not fair--I'm almost naked and you're fully dressed. Why don't you show me what you've got Brandon?"

She leaned back and her butt touched the side of the bed as she kept her breasts covered with her hands, teasing the young man.

"You want me to, uh, strip here Mrs. King?" he asked.

"That's exactly what I want Mr. Sweeney," she replied.

"Uh, sorry. Kim. Kim. Hard for me to get used to that."

He reached to his waist and unbuttoned his shorts. He then pulled his T-shirt up over his head and Kim saw his nude upper torso for the first time up-close. Not a hairy one many by any stretch but he did have brown hairs on his pectoral area and around his own nipples.

Brandon looked at Kim and she simply smiled and then blatantly glanced down to his crotch, indicating he should keep going. She knew instantly that had embarrassed him but he unzipped his shorts and they fell to the carpet without assistance. Kim could see his erection through the dark green cotton of his briefs.