I honestly didn't think this winter would ever end. I mean, yes, the weather was what it was, and this spring was one of the coldest ever, but that's not it. The real issue was that my wife left me, and I felt frozen and alone and stuck in my house, waiting for a thaw that was never going to come.

I swear, the only time I left the house was for work, groceries, and to help out my older neighbor down the street.

One of the things I like about small town living is that neighbors help out neighbors. When her husband died last year, we all promised that all she had to do was ask, and we would be there to help. Maybe my other neighbors were just talking, but I was there to shovel snow off her drive all winter, and I even made sure her grass was cut this spring, even though there are two houses between mine and hers.

Every time I went over to help out, she would come out and chat for a minute, and she would try to get me to take some money for my effort. Of course I refused to take her money, but I did enjoy our chats. For an older woman, she was certainly still good looking, and it was kind of cute the way she tried to flirt a bit. Maybe she thawed my frozen-ness a bit, but nothing ever really happened.

The heat of summer hit hard and fast, and it nearly knocked me off my feet.

It started when my neighbor down the street fell and broke her wrist. I offered to assist in any way I could, but we both knew I couldn't be there full-time to give her the care she needed. Apparently, her step-daughter convinced her step-grand-daughter to step up and help out.

My first exposure to the grand-daughter came when I went out to cut the grass on a Saturday morning. It was already getting warm out, so I wore a sleeveless shirt and shorts. It got a lot warmer when the grand-daughter came out to cut their grass, and she was wearing a bikini top and the shortest shorts ever. I nearly crashed my riding mower twice as I watched to make sure she did a good job cutting their grass.

Okay, that might be an exaggeration. I tried not to gawk, and I certainly made sure that she didn't catch me staring. I didn't know it at the time, but I failed miserably at that.

It didn't take long for me to get called to task for my unwanted attentions. The sun had just gone down that evening, although it was still pretty warm out, when I got a phone call from my neighbor. I knew I was in trouble by the way her tone sounded flirty.

"John, can you come help me with a little problem," she begged. "I have a problem that only a real man can fix."

"Of course, Marge, I'll be right over," I promised. I was shaking in my boots as I walked past the other two houses down to her door.

She was smiling as she let me in, but I didn't trust that. I knew exactly what was coming. Or so I thought.

"John, I understand you noticed Darrel's granddaughter, Megan, when she was cutting the grass," she stated with a smile. I nodded and waited for the ax to fall. She gave me a worried look and said, "John, she noticed your attention, and she's been inconsolable ever since. I want you to go down to her bedroom and do what ever it takes to cheer her up. Apologize if you must, but she can't help me in the mood she's in."

I nodded, and steeled my resolve. I had never been inside her house, so Marge showed me to the basement steps. She followed me down. At the bottom of the steps was a nice looking entertainment room, with a half-bar, and a sturdy card table. Beyond that was a nice area with couches and a television. Beyond that was a short hallway to a couple of bedrooms.

We could hear her granddaughter sobbing. Marge gave me a commanding look as she pointed to send me down the hall.

Megan looked up and gasped when she sensed me at the door.

"Go away," she sobbed. "It's too late."

"Yes, I should have apologized right away," I agreed. "Please, Megan, I'm sorry that I was staring, and I promise to be more of a gentleman in the future."

If anything, her tears flowed faster.

"You apologize for staring?" She demanded. She glared at me and demanded, "You should apologize for not coming to get a closer look!"

As I stood there with a dumbfounded look on my face, she stood up and took a step toward me. Tears continued to flow as she peeled off a loose top to reveal that she was still wearing the same bikini. She took another step toward me, and with a tug, her bikini fell to the floor.

"Look at these," she demanded. "Look at these and tell me how my ex-boyfriend could dump me because they aren't good enough!"

I swallowed hard and tried to tear my eyes away from staring at her breasts. I couldn't begin to imagine what kind of idiot wouldn't be pleased to have her as a girlfriend.

She took another step, and she caught my wrists, and she pulled my hands to her flesh.

"Touch me," she begged in a quieter tone. "Squeeze me, feel me, and tell me what's wrong with them."

"Megan, he's an idiot," I managed to say. "These are beautiful and playfully firm and they fit your body perfectly."

She gasped and swooned at my words, and her nipples perked up nicely under my thumb. I swallowed hard and fought the desire to take more.

"More," she begged. "Tell me more."

The tone of her words pulled me in more than her words did.

"Megan, please," I begged. "If you don't tell me to stop, I'm going to do more than talk about how desirable your breasts are."

"Yes!" she demanded, and either she pulled me in or I pushed my way forward, and my lips and teeth devoured her flesh. Her breasts were remarkably sweet, and her nipples were enticingly suckable, and nothing was going to pull me away from them until I had tasted every inch.

"Please," she begged as she pulled me away. Her eyes bored through me with their passion, and as her hands fumbled with my belt, she begged, "Please don't stop, but I want more. A lot more!"

Her fingers wrapped around my hardness, and I nodded my agreement.

Her breasts must have been much more sensitive that I ever imagined. Her whole body shook with an orgasm as soon as I was inside her, and she continued to shake as I devoured and adored her breasts. When she couldn't take any more, she pulled my face to her own, and she kissed me with more passion than any kiss I'd had in years. I almost didn't want to stop.

She broke from the kiss and pushed my face back down to her breasts. "More," she begged. "Again, and this time cum with me!"

This time, her tone and her words affected me equally, and I was hers to command. I murmured beautiful things about her breasts, and I backed my words with touching and teasing to prove the veracity of my words. When her body shook and her insides demanded even more from me, I praised her whole body, and I gave as she had asked.

She kissed me again after that, and I planned to stay with her to kiss her the whole night. She had other plans. She pulled a blanket over her own body, and she closed her eyes to fall asleep. She kissed me a final time, and with a smile on her face, she said, "Tell Gran I said 'thank you'."

I nodded, gathered up my clothes, and quietly slipped out of her room. I figured that there had to be a bathroom across the hall where I could get cleaned up before I went to see how much trouble I was in now. I was shocked to learn just how wrong I was.

The door across the hall was ajar, so I pushed it open a bit more to see if it was the bathroom. I was greeted instead to the sight of Marge leaning against the bed in another bedroom. Her blouse was open to reveal a remarkably firm pair of breasts, and she was gently pinching a nipple with her good hand. Her shorts were down below her knees, and two fingers from her broken hand were pressed between her very wet lower lips.

I stepped into the room and quickly pushed the door until it was mostly shut. I didn't close it all the way because I didn't want it to make any noise that might wake up Megan.

Marge gasped. "John, what are you doing?" she demanded. She smirked as she glanced down her own body, and she added, "Go back to Megan and make her happy. I know that it's wrong, but listening to you two made me feel things that I haven't felt in years, and I couldn't stop myself. I know seventy-year-old grandmothers aren't supposed feel like this, but I think I want more. I'm too old to attract your attention, so go wake up my granddaughter and give me more to listen to."

I took a step towards her. "Your granddaughter is more than thirty years younger than me, so it amazes me that she would let me see her naked breasts, much less touch them, and more. You are barely twenty years older than me, but your breasts belie that difference. Unless you tell me to stop, I'm going to do a lot more than just touch them." I took another step.

She took a deep breath that lifted her breasts, and I took another step. "I think Darrel married me for my breasts," Marge purred, "but that was a long time ago. Surely the ravages of time..."

Her words faltered and stopped as my hands lifted her breasts, and her nipples instantly hardened at my touch. I was unstoppable as I bent to catch her nipples with teeth and tongue and lips. Her whole body trembled as she gasped in pleasure.

"Please John," she begged. "If you don't stop, I'm going to ask for more!"

"More?" I teased, but my lips barely left her flesh.

She cried out, and then she grabbed my hand and pulled it down between her legs. "More!" she demanded. She was very wet and her body trembled as I stroked between her lower lips. I chuckled and she gasped as I pulled my hand away.

I caught her good hand and pulled it to my growing hardness. "More?" I asked with my eyes, because my lips stayed on her breasts.

Her eyes flared, but her hand stroked until I was fully hard.

"I haven't had one this hard in years," she gasped. As she pulled me forward, she begged, "Please be gentle!"

I was gentle. It was worth it. Between the slow thrusts of my hardness and the greedy devotion I gave her breasts, she found an orgasm that was every bit as good as the ones her granddaughter had enjoyed. She reveled in the pleasure until it stopped being pleasure.

"Please, John, I'm sorry," she said in teary tones as she pushed me away.

"Gran, can I help?" Megan asked from the door of the room, and Marge and I both jumped about a mile in the air.

"Megan!" Marge gasped as we both froze.

Megan smiled as she nakedly sauntered over to us. She licked her lips as she wrapped her fingers around my still-hard shaft.

"Gran, I nearly fell asleep after the pleasures he gave me," she admitted as she started to stroke my shaft. "I know you teased that you would be listening in, but I didn't imagine it would lead to this. When I heard you two making noise over here, I realized there was one more thing that I told you I used to enjoy that my stupid ex-boyfriend stopped doing. You said you had never had anyone do that to you and that you wanted to feel what it was like."

"Megan, you are the naughtiest/best granddaughter ever," Marge teased as she gave Megan's stroking hand an expectant look.

Megan gave me an expectant look. "John, if you truly love our breasts, touch them and tease them and show us how much you love them by cumming all over them. I love the feeling of hot cum on my nipples, and Gran needs to feel that too!"

Between their eager looks, the heat of Megan's stroking hand, and the way their bodies trembled as I played with their breasts and pinched their nipples, it didn't take long at all. Megan made sure that I was aimed at Marge's breasts for the first couple of blasts, and then she let me finish on her chest. They both giggled and purred as they spread my seed over their skin, and they teased each other's nipples as it dried and turned sticky.

Marge was astounded and embarrassed when Megan bent to lick Marge's breasts clean. She remained embarrassed, but with a big grin on her face, as she returned the favor. She blushed even darker as she watched Megan use her tongue and lips to ensure that my cock was cleaned of every bit of flavor.

When she was done, Megan wrapped her arms around my hips and hugged me.

"Mister John," she said tentatively, "I can only stay for a couple of weeks now, and then I'll be back for a couple of weeks late in the summer. This will be the best summer ever if you promise you will come make me feel good about myself as often as possible. We can both take care of Gran like this as well. Can I ask another favor of you?"

"Look at the smile on your grandmother's face, and you'll know that the answer will always be 'yes'," I replied.

"Good," she said in a pleased tone. "Because when I leave, my mother will be taking my place, and she's been feeling pretty down since my dad left her for his secretary. You'll take good care of my mother, won't you?"

One of the things I like about small town living is that neighbors take care of neighbors. The chill of winter had left my heart, and I couldn't wait to kick back and enjoy the heat of summer. There was only one answer I could give to Megan.

"This is going to be the best summer ever."