I really question whether I should write this although it doesn't make any difference now plus a lot of people won't believe it anyway. I feel like I need to write it though but, even so, I've still waited a few months to finish it. We subscribe to our major city newspaper along with a "local county" newspaper and in that local newspaper a while back, I saw an obituary. The woman who passed away was an only child, parents already deceased, no children and never married. She was also a teacher but never taught at any of the schools I went to. The reason her name stood out was she lived on the street beside us and I did her yard work...mowing her lawn and such. When I say the street beside us, we lived on a corner lot and had a very long back yard. The street that ran alongside our back yard went down past the house behind us before it made a turn but it had houses across the street facing our yard and she moved into one of those houses when I was 13. I can't say that she was really beautiful because she wasn't but I would say she was cute. She was at least 20-25 pounds overweight which really showed up on her because she was barely five feet tall and she was really quite well "gifted" in the breast department. Now I've talked about how much I loved sucking D's cock but at age 14, with raging hormones, I was certainly fascinated by large breasts also, having seen my father's Playboy magazines.
Anyway, during the summer when I was 14, I would mow her grass when ever she asked and I was usually wearing shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers since where we lived it got really hot and humid. When I would finish mowing her front yard, she generally invited me in to cool off for a few minutes and get something to drink. We would sit and talk but I have to say that I'm sure, with her cup size, I wasn't subtle about staring at her. And, of course, looking at them gave me a hard on, not that I needed an excuse like any teen that age. I epect that, with her being overweight, she probably didn't get the attention from men most women get so I guess being lusted after by a young boy was a turn on for her. Gradually over the summer she started touching me on the arm or standing near me when I was sitting down cooling off so that those breasts were right at eye level. I had been at summer camp for two weeks and when I got home, she wanted me to cut the grass as soon as I could. I went over the next morning and before I got started mowing, she invited me in for a moment. She told me that she had missed me while I was gone and was glad I was back. She gave me a hug from almost the side but trapped my arm between those objects of fascination. Of course having my arm between them produced an instant erection. The kind of erection a friend of mine used to say was so hard the cat couldn't scratch it. It would gradually subside as I mowed the front yard until I thought about how soft her breasts were and I was instantly hard again. After finishing the front, I went in for the usual cool down and drink. She had made some lemonade which she brought over to the table and as she set it in front of me, she hugged me again, this time from behind with my head between her breasts. Naturally it was instant hard on again and almost cumming in my pants. At that age, I was sure it was an accident since women didn't rub their breasts on you on purpose. And I was really embarrassed because I didn't want her to see me getting hard. My head was spinning by this time just from the sensory overload of feeling her breasts against me so it was a little bit of a shock to realize she was rubbing my shoulders. I'm sure you can see where this is going but I'm not going to give every little detail since this is a tribute to her, not an erotic story. Let's just say it went, on that and other days, as far as your imagination will take you. I learned a lot from her, much of which benefited D next door but that's beside the point. This is just my dedication to a special lady. Was I the only one she ever blessed? I don't know and don't care. All I care about is may she RIP.