Mrs. Bracken had always been one of his favorite neighbours. She would wave, and he would help her unload stuff from her car. It wasn't that she wasn't able to do these things by herself — she was perfectly capable — it's just that Thom had a bit of a secret crush on her.

And her on him.

She was almost old enough to be his mom — he was 24 and she was 41 — and she and her husband had a 9-year-old daughter together. Life had been kind to her, and to her body — which was still smoking hot.

She was very well-proportioned, and had long brunette hair that always shined. She sometimes rocked high heels, and carried herself like no woman his own age.

The news came suddenly and shockingly. Her husband, Rick, was in a work accident and was rushed to the hospital. Sadly, he didn't make it despite hours of efforts by the medical team. Mrs. Bracken was of course devastated.

Thom saw her arriving home one day and walked over to chat. He noticed her daughter wasn't with her, and she explained she was staying at her sister's for a bit while she sorted herself out.

He asked if there was anything he could do to help. Without warning, she fell into his arms, crying. She hugged him and he instinctively hugged her back. She held the hug a bit longer than he was expecting, but he rolled with it.

"Do you want to come in for a drink?" she asked.

She had never invited him in before. But it was a hot day, and she was a hot woman who clearly needed some company, so he agreed.

He was expecting lemonade, but she handed him a beer. He popped it open and she joined him with some kind of wine spritzer. It was only 2 p.m.

"I'm so sorry about all that's happened," said Thom, already feeling the first sips go to his head.

"Rick was a good dad," she said after considering for a moment. "He was a good guy all-around, really. I warned him his job was dangerous. Well, I didn't want to be right."

She took a sip of her drink, staring off. "He liked you," she said. "He liked that you paid attention to me. It always makes me feel good, and he was cool with that."

Thom didn't know what to say, fidgeting a bit.

"He probably wouldn't have minded if I did this," she said, placing her drink down on a coaster.

She walked over, looming over him as he sat staring up at her impressive form. He noticed her dimples. She always dressed well, and today was no exception — a floral-patterned slit dress that showed off her legs.

She would sometimes put on a jean jacket, but that's about as informal as she got. He would never catch her outside in jogging sweats.

"Are you attracted to me?" she asked boldly.

Thom fumbled a bit more, feeling a bit like he was doing Rick a disservice.

"Don't worry, Rick would always want the best for me," she said. "And right now, the best for me is you."

Thom looked up and locked eyes with her. She had round, hazel eyes that fit the shape of her face perfectly. Her makeup was impeccable and her crimson lips were very inviting.

When she leaned down to him for a kiss, he could see down the top of the dress, where her pendulous breasts were hiding. Her somewhat modest but stylish wardrobe had never showed them off quite like this.

He accepted her lips on his, and she explored his mouth with her tongue. Before he even knew what was happening, his cock was getting hard. He stood up and she embraced him, and he realized she was gently sobbing, her head on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked sincerely.

"Probably not," she responded. "I won't be for a while. But you can help with that."

She tightened her hug to feel his manhood pressing against her.

"Can I help you?" she added.

He just nodded blankly like a schoolboy. She smirked and her hand reached down to his pants, where she fished his hard cock out from his pants. It felt so good to Thom to have his dick freed, now in her control.

She dropped to her knees, not losing her gaze on his. Then she slowly took him into her mouth, moving across his shaft like a seasoned professional.

He could see that her impressive tits wanted out, so he helped her to her feet. Together they pulled the dress over her head, and dropped it onto the floor.

She was standing in just her lacy bra and panties now. Her breasts were practically spilling out, and he wanted to see that soft ass.

He unfastened her bra the most skillfully as he could. She slid down her panties, wiggling her ample hips until they fell to the floor where she kicked them off beside the dress.

She then hungrily fell to her knees again and continued sucking him, and he leaned back to brace himself against the couch as she took him in all the way to the hilt. She was completely in control, and he was fine with that.

He could now also see the full view of her breasts, which were bigger than any he had ever seen in person. They swayed a bit as she expertly worked his penis in her mouth.

"I want to taste you," he exclaimed to his own surprise.

"Well, okay then," she responded with a smile.

She laid down on her back with her knees up, and Thom buried his fresh face into her pussy. It tasted like a fine wine, he thought. His tongue pressed against her clit and he sucked on it a little, and she moaned with approval.

"Take me," she gasped.

"I… I don't have a condom," he said.

"It's okay," she responded. "Just please take me."

He didn't need to hear any more. Still on her back, he angled his cock into her. She crossed her legs behind his back as he furiously thrust from atop her, surprised by how well he fit.

In the corner of his eye he could see a portrait of Rick, and she noticed he was looking at it.

"It's okay," she said to him. "He would probably enjoy watching this."

Thom shrugged it off and continued fucking her. They changed position a few times, with him ending up behind her. From there he could see her delightfully plump ass jiggling as he buried his cock deep inside her.

He could feel the excitement building in his loins, and she was breathing harder too. She looked back, biting her lip, begging him with her eyes to cum.

He pulled out and stroked himself a few times, getting ready to unleash his load on her ass.

"No," she whispered. "Inside me. Please."

He hesitated for a moment but then slid his dick slowly back into her from behind, feeling her quiver. He continued his spirited motions, and he could feel her body tensing up followed by whimpers of pleasure.

He had held off for as long as he could. A rush of his cum flooded into her, and he held onto her womanly hips tightly as he emptied his seed. She cooed in delight.

He carefully pulled out, and a pool of his lust dripped out of her onto the floor.

"Do you feel better?" asked Thom, his dick still semi-hard and twitching.

"Much," she said. "Thanks so much. It was everything I needed right now."

He stood to start putting his pants back on, feeling proud about how he had managed to pleasure this goddess despite his somewhat limited experience.

"Oh, Thom?" she said.

"Yes, Mrs. Bracken?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, call me Tamara," she giggled.

"Okay, yes, Tamara?"

"There's some stuff in my trunk. Would you mind bringing it in?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to," he said. "Anytime."