The little boy who lived next door to her parents had been awed by her. She couldn't remember now what grade he had been in, but she certainly remembered his age. Drawing her knees up, hugging them to her spongy tits, she placed her chin on them, remembering how good it had been.

She had been alone that day, weeding her mother's flower beds when the little guy came over to say hello to her. She had knew the boy for probably five years, watching him grow taller. On this particular day, she had been wearing a pair of very tight white shorts, with a halter covering her shapely tits. Her long dark hair had been pulled into a tight pony tail, and her face was devoid of makeup.

She had felt, more than heard, the boy come up to her. When she turned to him, Karen noticed that his eyes were riveted on her firm, swelling ass. He was standing perhaps ten feet behind her, and she saw the sparkling interest in his eyes. She had no idea the boy was interested in girls at his age, and certainly not in her.

Her body grew warm with pleasure as he gazed at her ass, and she shivered as a delicious feeling swept through her. Karen's interest in young ones had been there for years, although she had never actually done much about it.

The boy stared at her for quite some time without speaking. She kept her head turned toward him, smiling at him. Her eyes, as always, swept over the front of his pants and she had been delighted to see his cock growing.

"Hi, Tommy," she said in a low, whispery voice.

The boy blushed and looked away from her ass. He came closer to her, dropping to his knees near her. Karen had forgotten what they talked about, but she had not forgotten later events. She would never forget them.

Just how things happened, she wasn't at all sure.