Chapter 1

I guess some background is in order before I start. I was living with my mom in a small apartment in a city in Virginia. She and my dad had divorced about 2 yrs before. She dated some after the divorce, maybe for about a year. (my mom is really pretty I think, deep auburn hair, sexy butt and of course a set of 38's that still sit nicely on her chest) (yes, I peeped when I could get away with it, you know, down her blouse when she leaned over while cleaning the apartment or looking at her when she is changing with her door not closed completely). But the men she dated seemed to take advantage of her, and even more important, the ones I met, I told her I didn't like them. So, she quit dating and but then she went on this religious kick dragging me to church every Sunday and sometimes on Wednesday evenings too. I really hated going, but then I started noticing the preachers wife ... now she was beautiful, no doubt about it. 5'7 or so I think, quite a bit taller that I was then, deep dark hair, sort of a chestnut I guess, in her early 40's. Very large breast (bigger than mom's I thought) and long shapely legs. Always dressed like a preachers wife, even when we would see her in the grocery store or up at the Colonial Heights mall. Her husband was a large guy and very much overweight, 350 to 400 hundred pounds I bet. I would often wonder how they even did the sex thing. He seemed to more interested in food and of course the religion thing. I would fantasize about her often at church often. Shameful I know.

I never saw much of my dad, he moved to Florida after the divorce and he was not very good at the child support thing and sometimes it came a little late. I didn't get an allowance, even though mom had offered. I knew that paying the bills was tough as it was. (she was a accounts clerk for a small gas company) I started asking around about jobs to earn some money. With child labor laws, nothing regular was possible, so I asked the super (our maintenance guy) at the apartment complex did he have any odd jobs I could help with. He gave me some things to do, helping him do some yard work, raking leaves or the trimmings from the hedges and stuff like that. I picked up a few dollars that way. When people moved in or out, he would let me know and I would offer to help them load or unload the small boxes, and they usually would offer me a couple of bucks, too. One Wednesday evening after church Mom was telling a couple of the ladies at church I was looking for more ways to earn money and how proud she was of me. The preachers wife was standing close by, stepped over and said she could use someone to help her go through some things in her attic. Mostly moving boxes around and repacking stuff. Would I be interested? I said sure, when did she want to start? She said this Saturday would be fine. I told her Mom had said she was working this coming Saturday and I was not sure how I would get to her house. No problem she said, then asked me where we lived. I told her, the name of the apartment complex and which building we were in. She said she would pick me up about 8 am Saturday.

Saturday morning came. I was in the parking lot at the apartment complex by 7:45 eager to see her. Very prompt, she was there about 8 and seeing me, she pulled over, and I jumped in. She was dressed in a pull over type sweater with a v neck and a skirt that came just above the knees. Still no cleavage, but at least it was a start I thought, her breast looked full under the sweater. She mentioned that she needed to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things while she was out, so we did. Pulling into the parking lot at Krogers, I told her I would get her door. Opening her door, she stepped out, one leg at the time, I tried not to stare, but they sure were lovely looking legs. I looked up and she was looking at me stare at her legs, and I think we both blushed at the same time!! She said what a gentleman I was,, that made me blush even more. Following her around the grocery store, I would get quick glances down her sweater and could tell she had on a white bra, and could get brief flashes of cleavage.

Back at the car, I opened her door and tried to check out her legs again. I couldn't see as high as I wanted too, but tried anyway. Driving to her house, I tried not to stare at her legs. She talked about all the stuff in her attic and she didn't know what was up there, it had been so long since it had been gone through. Getting to her house I jumped out and ran around to her side, hoping for a better view this time. Of course I didn't get to see panties, but I did get to see more thighs this time I think. I carried the bags in and helped her put stuff away. She took me to the drop down attic entrance and of course she had to reach for the pull string for me, I was too short!

She told me to get the 2 empty boxes and a roll of tape on a table in her garage and bring them up with me. She went up the ladder first, so finally I got to see what I had been trying to see. Soft tender thighs,,,, I laid my head almost next to her shoes as she was walking up the steps. I was surprised to get such a view, such soft looking thighs and her panties were white ... Nice...

Moving around the attic was not easy, so many boxes and the roof was so low even I had to lean over. But I was treated to some nice views of her cleavage when I could get around in front of her. She would direct me where to move each box. By stacking some of them, we started to make some working room. Most were marked, so she knew what was in them. Leaning over all the time was difficult for both of us, but I was getting some good views of her cleavage. Man, they looked so soft and full. Then to my disappointment, she pulled down a stack of quilts behind us and put one of them down, then we were able to work while kneeling on our knees with the blanket under us. (no more cleavage shots I thought) After creating more working space, she would open boxes not marked and transfer them to the empty boxes I had carried up. Squealing with delight occasionally when she would find something she had forgotten she had. I wanted to squeal with delight when I could see the soft flesh of her breast as she leaned over the boxes. After the first box was repacked, she realized she didn't bring a marker with her. Down stairs she went to find one. While she was gone, I started looking at some of the boxes not marked. Sliding them closer so we could unpack them, when I noticed one box, was not labeled and the tape had come lose. I opened it and saw a lot of folders, most of them mark by dates, and in bold letters on each folder something else caught my eye. New Jersey district court, plaintiffs copy, opening one of them up, I started reading. Wow, I was in shock, they had charged her husband as a pedophile. Even I knew what that word meant! Then all of a sudden she was coming back up the stairs. I was closing the box when her head came in view and I knew she had seen me closing it. My face turned beet red, busted.

She had a puzzled look on her face, until she opened the same box. Then she realized what it was, her face turn white and then she buried her face in her hands and started crying. I was embarrassed to have seen something not intended for me to see. As she cried, I put my arm around her shoulders and held her close to me, wondering should I say something? What should I say? I started apologizing about opening the box, telling her I was not trying to snoop or anything. She continued to cry and in between sobs, told me please don't say anything to anyone. It happened a couple of years ago. and she had hoped all of that was behind them. She quickly taped the box with new tape and wrote on the box legal papers, New Jersey. Tears still running down her face she told me where to stack that box and for me to slide the next one over. When I did, I leaned over and kissed her tears, running down her cheek. Telling her everything will be okay, I would keep her secret. I put my arm around her again, kissing her cheek, trying to kiss the tears away. Then she turned suddenly and grabbed me, hugging me hard, almost cutting my breath off! We fell backwards on that stack of blankets. She went to sobbing again, and laying on me like that, if felt good to have her breast pressed against me. I put my arms around her and just held her, letting her cry. I started massaging her back as I held her, telling her things I hope she wanted to hear. Everything would be alright I told her, I would keep her secret, it would be our secret. I leaned over again kissing her cheeks and then gently kissed her lips. She looked up at me in surprise, almost shocked I thought. Then she surprised me again, by saying, she had stood by him through the whole ordeal in New Jersey, but she knew ... deep down, she knew that he was probably guilty. But she held on to her faith and did her wifely duty and turned her head away from what she knew was the truth. While she talked I continued to caress her back, she sighed and said it had been a long time she someone had showed her such tenderness and had kissed her like I had a few minutes ago. I smiled and leaned over and kissed her lips again, kissing as long as I could. When we stopped she raised her head and looked at me, again with surprise It seemed. When she raised up to look at my face, my arm slide more down to her side and my hand rested on the side of her breast. I think we both realized it at the same time and once again, we both blushed at the same time. I didn't move my hand, I could feel the heat of her breast, it's softness, even through the bra. She looked down at my hand and then again up at me and said we need to get started on those boxes. Still I didn't move, wondering could she feel my hard on underneath her. I slowly moved my hand over the side of her breast, and she cleared her throat and moved away from me. Whew,,, man I was hard.

We started back going through more boxes, they sure had a lot of stuff I told her. She laughed and said there was 25 plus years of stuff, she hated to get rid of things. A couple of boxes were from her childhood and teenage years, and of course a lot of boxes were her husbands. I told her I like to hear her laugh and leaning over slowly to kiss her. I watched her face to see if she was going to lean over to meet me for the kiss. She did and we both kissed again, very slow, very tender and it gave me a chance to wrap my arms around her again, pressing her breast against me. When we stopped kissing, her breathing had gotten heavy, but so was mine. Then she confessed again, that it had been long time since anyone kissed her like that, and she had forgotten what it felt like. I ask her what about her husband, don't they kiss? She frowned and said no, not really. Maybe a peck on the cheek when they were around other people, but his interest seem to be only his religion, food and holding her head down she mumbled other things. I knew what she meant I think, when she said other things. Man, he was a sick preacher man.