High school was a great time. I had a ton of friends, played football, went to so many parties...it was the greatest time of my life! Even before we all started driving we would get driven around by my friend Rachel's mom. Mrs. Ashton was great. She never asked too many questions and we could call her from anywhere at any time and she'd come get us. Sometimes she'd even cover for us when we weren't where we were supposed to be and our parents got suspicious. She'd even get us beer and wine coolers on occasion.
Mrs. Ashton was a single mom. Her husband had run off when Rachel was a little girl so she brought Rachel up by herself. They were of modest means but they had their own home and cars. We all tried to help out where we could to show Mrs. Ashton how much we appreciated everything she did for us. We mowed the lawn, painted as needed, helped keep the car running.
She did a great job bringing up Rachel. She got a full scholarship to the state university an hour away. I even helped her pack the car before they left. It was a tough time for me. My parents couldn't afford to send me to college and I wasn't smart enough to get a scholarship. Almost all my friends left for school or the military at the end of the summer. My whole crew was gone and the people left were OK, but it wasn't the same.
I tried to help Mrs. Ashton with the house as much as possible. Fortunately we had gotten the place in pretty good shape over the last few years so most of what I did was maintenance like taking care of the yard or mending the fence. I spent some time with Mrs. Ashton talking about the old times and how we missed everyone, including Rachel. I was worried about her because she seemed so lonely now.
When fall came I would go over to rake up some leaves. Mrs. Ashton would always make me lunch and we would talk. I had always though she was a good looking woman but I started noticing her more around this time. Maybe she changed the way she dressed or maybe I just felt so close to her as we shared our loneliness. She was what you would call full figured. She was by no means fat, in fact her belly was pretty flat. But she had large, round hips and nice big tits. She stood about 5'5" with brown, slightly curly hair that went down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were big and brown and lit up when she laughed.
I tried to visit or call at least once or twice a week to check up on her. When Rachel came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, Mrs. Ashton seemed so much happier. She threw a huge Christmas party for the whole gang while they were all in town on break or leave. It was great for the gang to get together again!!
One morning about two weeks after Rachel went back to school Mrs. Ashton called me to tell me the light in the hallway wasn't working. She asked if I could come over and fix it for her. I rushed over figuring it was something easy hoping she'd make me lunch and we could talk. When I got there, I just walked in like I usually do but I didn't she her inside. I tossed my coat over a chair and looked around.
"Hello?" I said. Getting no response I went to the hallway and flipped the switch. The light came on. "What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself. I went over to the other end of the hall and tried that switch. It worked as well. Just then the door to Mrs. Ashton's bedroom opened. It startled me and I turned around quickly.
We looked at each other, both startled, and laughed nervously. Mrs Ashton was clearly right out of the shower wearing nothing but her robe. She stepped towards me as I stepped back and said, "The lights seem to be working OK." She was still walking toward me as I backed into the wall. She was now inches from my face looking me right in the eyes.
"Huh, how about that." she said as she brought her lips to mine. Being the smooth operator I was, I pulled away, terrified.
"Wh...wh...what are you doing Mrs. Ashton?" I nervously asked.
