Foster Mom
When I was a kid I had a very rough beginning having been placed in foster homes since age 11. Sometimes the new folks were nice, sometimes they were not so nice and were in it for the money the State paid them to keep us kids.
When I was almost 15, I was placed in a new foster home. The lady was a grandmotherly widow in her 50s and always kept 1 or 2 kids I was told. When I first got there, after I had my shower and was in my underwear, Mrs. M. looked at my old dingy, loose, worn-out waistband and told me she was gonna buy me some new clothes.
About 2 days later after I had my shower, she tapped on the bathroom door and told me she had new underwear for me. I wrapped up in a towel and told her I wasn't dressed and opened the door. She smiled a big smile and said "Look what I bought for you", She was holding a pack of colorful boxer briefs. I had only worn those old tighty whiteys and these were cool I told her.
She handed me a blue pair and told me to try them on and she'd check the size since, she wasn't too sure what I wore. She told me not to be shy, she had seen a naked kid before. I turned my back and slipped on the new briefs.
When I turned around, she told me they looked great. She then said she wanted to see how they fit. She started to run her fingers around inside the waistband and I laughed and told her I was ticklish. Then she slipped her hand between my legs and actually cradled my package in her hand. Of course at that age I began to get a boner much to my embarrassment. She saw my boner and laughed telling me it looked like the briefs were almost too small.
On a Saturday morning, I slept in and when I came down for breakfast, Mrs. M. was doing laundry just off the kitchen. She told me I needed to strip so she could wash my t shirt and briefs. She told me she already done one laundry load and had clean underwear for me.
I slipped off my clothes and was standing there naked in the laundry room. When she bent down to get the clean briefs from the basket, her robe fell open exposing a lot of cleavage. She handed me my briefs and when she looked down one boob was hanging out. I was staring at it and she saw me but didn't cover up right away. My cock began to stand up and she asked me if I liked big boobs. "Oh yeah" I told her, hell at 15, any boobs were great.
Then she said, as soon as I finish laundry, we can take a bubble bath. She loved to stroke my young cock and watch me shoot cum as she used a dido on her old pussy. I never got to actually fuck her, the State moved me to another place due to some bad reports they had previously gotten about Mrs. M.
