I could hear my wife on the phone, I didn't think anything of it even when she came to tell me she's been talking to Paula next door. I remember thinking how lazy to phone, she's only next door. My wife told me her daughter's bedroom light had stopped working and her husband's working away so she'd volunteered me to go and look at it.

I'd had a couple of beers and was feeling quite chilled, but the daylight was fading so I'd have to go straight away if I was to have any chance. I grabbed my screwdriver and put some shoes on as my wife called Paula to tell her I was on my way.

Paula was still talking to my wife when I arrived, the phone call ended and Paula led me upstairs to her daughter's bedroom. She was about forty-three, not slim but benefitted from the curves associated and whilst no beauty, wasn't unattractive in her own way. Her daughter's bedroom was so very typical of a teenagers room, clothes strewn everywhere. Paula explained her daughter was out but when she got back she would need her light.

I stood on a chair as Paula watched, I glanced down at her and my eyes were drawn to the view down her blouse. Her cleavage slightly exposed but with so much more waiting to be displayed. I'd already found the fault, a wire had become loose, but the view was worth me dragging the job out as it seemed to me, every time I looked down, more of Paula's ample tits were on display.

"You found it yet?" Paula inquired. I told her I thought so and that she should try the switch. Everything worked as I screwed the fitting back together.

"I'm so glad it worked I was running out of buttons to undo." I looked down at her, her arms folded under her tits, pushing them together. "Well you weren't very discreet, every time you looked at me I could see you looking down my blouse."

I smiled nervously and explained that it was very difficult not to, given their presence. She just laughed and said all men were the same, she just wished her husband was more interested. I remained on the chair, still looking as I told her I thought it was one of the most erotic sights of a woman, and how I'd liked that view ever since I could remember.

"So you're a boob guy, not a leg guy then!"

I told her I thought a lot of guys were boob guys. I considered that I took it to another level as I loved everything to do with them too. Paula looked up at me and asked what I meant by that. I explained I had an unusual liking for bras too, not wearing them, I added quickly.

Paula turned her back on me and I thought I was about to be thrown out and I couldn't blame her if she had, given what I’d just said. She closed the curtains and turned to me, undoing the last few buttons on her blouse. She switched the light on and stood in front of me looking up, smiling. I looked down at her tits, her white bra holding them on display perfectly. Paula reached up and pulled my shorts down, my cock bulging in my boxers.

"Well, I can see I've definitely caused something to stir." Paula advanced, pushing her bra covered tits against my bulge, I could feel her heat pressing against me as she removed my shorts completely.

"Sit on the bed," she ordered, a command I was more than happy to obey. She let her blouse drop to the floor, her hands went behind her to unclasp her bra but I told her to leave it on. She looked a little confused, but the bra remained on.

Kneeling in front of me, her hands pulled my boxers off, my cock sprang out, glad to be freed. Paula smiled as she pushed her tits against my cock, pre-cum oozed from my head. I told her how much I found that sight so sexy; my cock between her bra covered tits.

She said that this was new to her, but then many things would be, as her husband wasn't very adventurous. I asked if I could get between her tits and she smiled, reaching behind her, again, to release her bra clasp. Again, I stopped her.

She understood as she rose a little, lifting her bra and guided me between her white orbs, my cock now trapped as she began to work those tits on me.

Her bra held my cock firmly between her tits as she moved them up and down.

She reached behind me and I could see she had her daughter's bra in her hand.

She offered it to me and I took it in my hand, checking the cup size, 34A, before inhaling it's perfumed aroma as I held it to my face. I was close to cumming, the feel of Paula's tits and the feel of the second bra was overwhelming.

She asked, somewhat naively, where I would like to cum. I suppose with hindsight I could have emptied my load in her mouth but I was obsessed at that moment with her bra covered tits.

She was looking up at me as I came between them. I could see my cum soaking them as she emptied my balls, pushing her daughter's bra into my open mouth as I came. We watched as my cum ran down her tits and soaked into her cups. She lifted her bra, releasing my cock from under it. She took my wet cock in her hand before taking her daughter's bra, she wiped it dry with the soft cotton cups.

"Well, you've left me with a momento," she said smiling as we both looked at her cum covered bra and tits. I smiled back at her and said I should be going but before I did, could I use her toilet? The two beers I'd had earlier had taken their course.

Paula smiled as she nodded. I made my way to the toilet, my semi-hard cock still out as I started to pee. She appeared at my shoulder, watching me as my golden stream hit the water. I looked at her as she stared lightly biting her lower lip.

"You're not the only with strange interests you know. I may have to find other tasks for you to do!"