I'll also add that this is one of those “no shit” stories. It really happened the way I'm telling it and the ages, jobs, and even names are accurate. The statute of limitations has long since passed. Moreover, I'll go to my grave thanking the beautiful woman who made a boy into a man over a two month period. I’ll spare you most of the details because those are not why you are reading this story.
It was 1976. We lived in a small town in UpState SC. My folks had divorced about four years prior and my mother, myself, and my younger sister were living in Windwood Gardens Apartments, #48. I was of what was then LEGAL age for a boy in South Carolina, but barely. Another birthday was due in a couple of days. Right after my last birthday I had contracted some odd disease that caused all of my glands to swell, (no, not mumps), and had caused fierce headaches. After about three days it subsided, but I began to grow at a tremendous rate. By the time of this story I was about 5 '8”, muscular and a narrow waist. My shoulders were getting wider as well. I'd love to tell you that I grew an enormous cock, but that didn't happen. I was no more than average in length, but it has always been thicker than normal – or so I am told. (In later life I confirmed that wee bit and am happy with it.)
We had been in the apartment almost a year when someone moved into the building on the hillside behind ours. Though our apartment was on the second floor, the terrain set their apartment windows level with my bedroom window. I recall looking out and seeing several big men, one in a deputy's uniform, moving boxes and furniture into that unit under the supervision of an angel. Well, maybe not, but at the time she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She was about my height with a narrow waist, round ass, and a set of boobs at least three times the size of either my mother's or my aunt's – the only breasts that I had ever caught glimpses of outside of my wet dreams and seek-peeks of my Dad's porn when we visited him every other weekend.
I watched this beauty intently all afternoon, her very light-brown hair blowing in the breeze, and I dreamed of her boobs and her hair on my iron-hard dick. I can't recall for sure, but I must have jacked off a half-dozen times sitting there at that window. Then they were all in their cars and gone for the night. A good thing, too, as my young cock was getting very raw!
It was spring break and school was out, so the next morning I had breakfast with mom, threw on a pair of cut-off jeans, (too small due to my rapid growth), and was out the door as soon as my mother left for work. My plan was to hang out in the field nearby and maybe hunt up a few snakes. Just as I got to the top of the hill, though, a County Sheriff's car pulled into the parking lot and out stepped my angel wearing a brown uniform, badge, and a gun! All I could do was stare. When she looked over at me and smiled it seemed that my heart had stopped. When she spoke and asked me to help her move a few things in, I nearly fainted!
Together we moved a few small boxes into her apartment. She explained that she was just getting off duty and wanted nothing more than to get out of her gear. She rummaged through a box, grabbed a couple of things, and went to the back rooms. A few moments later she walked out into the living room again. The first thing I remember seeing was the .357 Magnum revolver in her hand which she promptly locked into a steel box. Next was her cut-off jeans – even smaller and shorter than mine – and the white 'beater' she wore as a shirt.
No bra. No bra! Her big tits were perfectly molded in the tight cotton fabric. They were heavy and full with high mounted nipples that were perpetually erect. (They were a 38 D, I found out later.) To this day I admire boobs like that above all others. I was both in heaven and extreme pain due to a raging hard-on. She went to the fridge and brought out two Cokes in the small 6 ounce bottles. I took one and just watched as those pouty lips touched the rim of the bottle. I knew nothing of blow jobs then, but I knew that was even sexier than her skin tight shirt.
Over the next hour or two we unpacked box after box. She giggled when I got the box with her undies, but I unpacked it anyways, making sure that every piece was properly folded and placed in the drawer Teresa (that was her name, by the way) designated. We stopped for another drink and I noticed that the heat had set her to sweating and that the white 'beater' was now nearly transparent. It was so thin and wet that I could clearly see not just her brown nipples, but that she had bikini tan lines. I thought I'd cum if I didn't look away, and so I did.
We talked for a while, and knowing no better or anything about seduction, I spoke with her truthfully and tried to ask intelligent questions. Teresa seemed to appreciate the conversation even more than the work I had done. She also knew quite well the effect she was having on me and was enjoying my discomfort.
There was one room we had not unpacked, but Teresa said it would wait and that she wanted to handle that by herself. It being close to Mom coming home for lunch, I excused myself and headed home. I was halfway across the yard when Teresa called out to me and asked that I come back the next morning. I promised that I would.
Mom seemed pleased with me when I told her that I had spent the morning helping a new neighbor move in. She made my favorite dinner that night. I recall pumping my cock several times that afternoon, yet I still came in my sleep that night.
The next morning I was up right on time and dressed just as before. Mom's Pontiac Bonneville wasn't even out of the parking lot before I was up the hill and waiting on Teresa to arrive. She too was earlier than the day before. We unlocked her apartment and walked in. Her power was on now and the air conditioning was working well. I assumed that I'd not get the great show I had had the day before.
Yet when she came out of her room she wore another pair of cut-offs. These, however, were nearly in tatters and from the worn holes on her ass I could see her soft flesh wanting to escape. Teresa's top was just a tiny bikini top that didn't do much more than cover her nipples, leaving the round underside of her breast exposed to my gaze. I remember seriously considering sitting on my hands because I didn't think I could trust them not to reach of those glorious orbs all on their own.
We just sat and talked for a while before getting to work. The first thing was to hang blinds and drapes. Then we set up her kitchen. Finally, the only things left were a rather large painting and a huge mirror. The painting went up in the dining area with no trouble. The heavy mirror was another matter. It needed an anchor, which Teresa didn't have. I recalled a few in our toolbox and was gone in a flash. When I returned there was incense and soft music playing. Teresa was dancing, swaying with the music. All I could do was watch.
Eventually Teresa noticed that I had returned and giggled to herself again. I couldn't fathom what was so funny, but looking back it may have been my hard cock straining to be free. It could have been the thought of what she was planning to do next. I'll never know.
She made her mind up where the mirror was to be placed. Right above her big green couch. (These were the days of 'olive green' and 'harvest gold' everything...) Since I had done this before, I offered to set the anchor myself. Teresa told me to stand in the middle of the couch to reach the spot required. I stepped up, got my balance by spreading my legs a little, and marked the spot. Teresa handed me the parts as I needed them and the job went quickly. Just as I was finishing turning the long screw into place I heard Teresa say, “Be careful and don't fall!” And she placed her hands on my bare waist from behind.