"And this boy had the audacity to say he wanted to fuck me," Janet Douglas went on, pausing to sip at her coffee. "Can you imagine that? Right in the middle of the shopping mall! And I'd never lain eyes on him in my life!"

"Good Lord," Angela replied, smiling faintly. "What did you say back?"

"Well, I didn't say anything! I just walked away! Honestly, this sort of thing still happens to me and I'm thirty-eight years old. It must be these big titties of mine that does it. Of course, you have the same problem!"

Janet took a long look at Angela's ample tits and the two mothers shared a long laugh as they reached for more donuts on the coffee table between them. It was one in the afternoon and Angela was enjoying her usual coffee with her friend and neighbor.

Since being widowed, Janet had lived in the small house across the street from Angela's apartment complex, alone with her son Mike. Mike was Tony's age, though the boys didn't socialize much at school, and Janet was also very sexy for her age, with long brown hair and an extremely voluptuous, big-titted figure.

Three or four afternoons a week, the two women got together and they usually talked about sex. Janet complained a lot about strange men making passes at her, squeezing a succulent ass cheek or even molding a huge straining tit, but Angela knew Janet was secretly delighted by the attention.