Milf (1)

Milf (1)

It was getting to be too much. Why on earth didn’t they just sell the house when they inherited it instead of moving in. This was an elite housing estate and we had no room for working class louts like them. The constant noise when the parents were at work was getting be just too much, and now it was the holiday period I would have to put up with it all day, every day. Finally I just exploded. I jumped up off my sun bed and stormed over to the fence.

“Could you please keep the noise down.” I shouted, “Have you no respect for other people.”

“Oh err, yes sorry.” The younger brother said, obviously trying to stop himself from laughing.

I was fuming. I turned my back to them and stormed into the house, pouring myself a cup of coffee. Determined to get back my calm. While the noise outside was less than it was, I could still hear it and it grated on my normally calm nerves. They had moved in over a year ago when their family member died and left them the property. The noise had steadily got worse and worse. From revving their cars to groups of youths playing in their swimming pool, and partying what seemed to me to be every night.

The following day I had just finished my housework and was settling down to a cup of coffee when there was a knock a the door. I never had callers so was somewhat surprised to say the least. I was even more surprised to see the two brothers from next door standing there.

“Yes.” I said sharply, “What do you want?”

Maybe I should introduce myself before we go any further. My name is Gwen. I am 43 and have been widowed for the last five years. The loss of my husband was devastating for me, but thankfully he left me well provided for. I hadn’t worked since we got married so when he died I was at a total loss as to what to do so threw myself into keeping busy. I used my husbands gym every day to keep fit. Did my housework and generally took care of myself and my surroundings. I am 5’6” tall with a slim figure. Except for my rather prominent breasts which at 36DD and with a 32” waist seemed to jut out of my chest like molehills. I never had visitors and hated wearing a bra so when at home I never did.

When I answered the door I was dressed in a mid length summer dress that buttoned up the front. Due to the hot summer weather I wore it open necked. It did show some cleavage but not enough to be indecent.

“Err. Well…” Tom said, “err. Could we possibly come in for a moment?” He asked. Being in his twenties and the older brother he was taking the lead in whatever this was.

I stepped back and pointed to the left. “The kitchen is through there.” I said still annoyed but curious as to what it was they wanted. I sat on a stool and the stood by the door looking at me. As I sat down the lower part dress, not having any buttons slid off my knees. I pulled it together and held it in place.

“So?” I asked.

Mark, the younger brother, about eighteen at a guess managed to take his eyes off my legs, “Well we told mum that we upset you yesterday and she said we should apologise.”

Like I said before I never had visitors, especially not men so having these two young men in my kitchen blatantly looking me over which they were I found quite annoying.