Ron and I have been mates for years. We first met at secondary school and have grown up together, good friends through thick and thin, good times and bad. After school we got jobs in different parts of town, but still live a couple of streets from each other. We hang out with each other, and with the others in our group, playing sports and going to the gym, and are always drifting in and out of each other's houses!
I live at home with my parents, my older brother having set up on his own. Ron lives with his mum who is single. I am not too sure of the background, but his father seems to have left when he was quite young and his mum brought him up as a single parent. In fact, his first name is Dave (David), after his father, and when he left, his mum started calling Ron by his second name, and Ron he has been ever since.
She works at the hospital as a nurse, mostly on night duty, and as she gets home in the morning and then goes to bed, Ron and I might go out at the weekend if she has been working, to leave her to sleep in peace.
One Saturday morning I had gone round to his place, unannounced, which was not unusual. I rang the bell and his mum opened the door in her dressing gown.
'Hello Mike, Ron has gone out to do some shopping for me. He shouldn't be long, would you like to come in and wait for him?'
'Thanks Mrs Bentley, if I won't be in the way.'
'Absolutely not. Help yourself to a drink if you want. Do you mind if I get on?' And with that I went in, closing the door behind me.
I made a mug of coffee in the kitchen while she tidied up a few things in the living room. I went back to the living room to sit down and drink the coffee. It is automatic to watch somebody else moving about the room, and as I looked, she bent down to pick up a paper or magazine. As she bent down, her dressing gown, which was only loosely tied, fell partly open as she was not wearing a bra, her breasts fell forward pushing open the material of the gown.
For, perhaps, a couple of moments, I stared at the sight of her partly-open dressing gown, her loose breasts hanging down, and I could see all the way down to her belly.
As she stood up, I hurriedly looked away and she looked at me. I don't know if she had seen me staring, but I felt myself going red in the face as she tightened the belt on the dressing gown.
For the rest of the day, I hardly remember what Ron and I did, as all I could think about was those incredible hanging breasts, and occasionally I wondered whether she had anything on at all under the gown. I lay in bed that night thinking about the sight, and my hand went to my cock....
I was that embarrassed that I didn't go round to Ron's for a while, until one day he said that his mum had said as she hadn't seen me lately would I like to have supper with them one day. I couldn't refuse that, so a few days later I was back at his house, ringing the front door bell.
She gave no sign of any embarrassment, so I relaxed. I had never really thought about Ron's mum, she was just his mum, and if asked I would have said she was perhaps quite plain, with a slim-ish figure. I knew her almost as well as my own mum, but I looked at her differently that evening; she was older, obviously, and though slim had a good bust, and probably attractive if she wanted to be, and I noticed that unusually she had put on smart clothes and makeup which she normally didn't bother with.
I couldn't help but look at her figure, and especially her bust, and for the first time I noticed that she had good sized breasts, though perhaps she had done something differently that evening as her blouse seemed tight across her bust. She had a classically slim waist and broader hips, though her bum was not large, and her legs were shapely, as revealed by a skirt that was slightly shorter than normal, and she had obviously dressed specially for the occasion.
It was a lovely meal and we all had a couple of drinks. Afterward we sat around nattering, and at one point, as Ron's mum crossed her legs I got a good glimpse up her skirt, looking at the stocking-less legs all the way to the tops of her thighs. A little later, when Ron was getting another drink, she crossed her legs again, and this time there was a definite pause as I looked up her skirt, with a clear view of her pink panties.
As I lay in bed that night I could think of nothing else. What was she doing, why was she doing it? I had thought that the sight of her hanging breasts was an accident, and even the first sight up her skirt could have been accidental, but then the second look up her skirt to see her panties must have been deliberate. Had everything been intentional? I went over it again and again in my mind, and the images of her breasts and then her panty-covered pussy were indelibly burnt on my mind.
Not long after, Ron had to go away for a weekend on a course for his work. He was really pleased as it could well mean he had been selected for promotion. While he was away, his mum called me on my mobile.
'Hello Mike. I'm trying to do a spring-clean in Ron's room while he is away, but his bed and the wardrobe are too heavy and I can't move them on my own. Would you be able to come over and give me a hand?'
I couldn't say no, so I said I would go straight round. I rang the doorbell and a few moments later she opened it.
'Come on in Mike. It really is good of you to lend a hand.'
She was wearing an old pair of jeans and what looked like a man's shirt, not tucked in, but with the bottom tied at the front, showing a bare midriff. As I followed her up the stairs, I was conscious that the jeans were a bit tight but I could not see the outline of her knickers. We went into Ron's bedroom where she had been cleaning, and between us we moved the furniture so she could do a thorough hoovering, and when it was all done and everything put back we took a rest and sat on the bed.
'It was good of you to come over to help. Don't you have other mates to hang out with while Ron is away?'
'Yes, but we're not meeting up until this evening.'
