Helping Friend's Son Prepare For College Par

The events detailed in this Post took place the Summer that I was forty-two years old. As with my other Posts, every word is 100% truth. I had plans to have an entire weekend without hospital work or k**s to look after. Both sons were away at a basketball camp in NC. My husband was not retired yet and was in Baltimore at a fire expo. I was planning to do some flowerbed work and trim some small shrubs. There was a young man that lived with his parents two streets over from our home. His parents and my hubby and I have been friends since before their only c***d (this son) was born. We would babysit at times to help each other so I have known their son since he hatched. This was the middle of June, which in SC can be five degrees cooler than hell and much more humid. The young man (Chris) was leaving in August for his first year in college. I had called him earlier in the week to see if he would help me in the yard. He was thrilled to be earning some cash funds for later. We started woking that Saturday morning at 8AM. It was already 90F by 10:30AM that morning. I had been planting some new flower plants and Chris was trimming shrubs so we were in different areas working. The stereo radio was playing through speakers around our pool. When I heard the time and temperature at 10:30 I was ready for a break. As I walked towards the house I found Chris in the front yard and told him to come in and cool off. I entered the house a couple of minutes before Chris. I went into our Master bath and washed my face and hands. While wiping my face in front of the large mirror I noticed that the very thin and loose fitting pastel yellow tank-top that I was wearing looked more like a wet t-shirt contest due to my sweating in it. Oh well, that's life. I walked back into the kitchen where Chris was waiting. I told him he was welcome to clean off a little in our hall bathroom. While he washed up I fixed us both some icewater and a light snack. Chris was sitting beside of me at our kitchen bar. As we were cooling off I had pushed slightly away from the bar so that I could face Chris as we talked. After a few minutes of sitting there talking I could not resist saying something to Chris. From the moment that I walked into the kitchen and saw Chris, his eyes were locked in on my chest area. I smiled a Mom smile at him and said "Is there something there that interests you?" and then giggled a little. This is an almost nineteen-year old young man. Hormones have no off switch. He looked a little embarassed but also laughed a little. I did not want to shame him so I started talking to him. I asked him if he had ever had a serious girlfriend. He said that he had friends but never a girlfriend. Then I asked him if he had ever seen a teen girl or grown lady in any state of nudity. Again, he said that he had not. His knowledge of naked females was limited to what he had seen on the web. I told him that it was completely natural to be curious and there was not a single thing wrong with looking at my obviously sheer top. We started talking about college and dating the same as I would my own sons. After he seemed more relaxed as we talked his eyes were practically fixed back to my chest again. At that time I decided to do something that I had never imagined doing. I placed both of my thumbs inside of the large cut armholes in my tank-top and pulled both armholes to the center of my chest. Now, both breasts were completely bare. Chris's response was a huge grin and then he said "Oh wow! You are beautiful" I told him thank you for the kind words but I mainly wanted him to see a real adult woman practically topless and not be ashamed to let nature do what nature does. Guys, especially younger guys want to see boobs. Big, small, they love 'em all. We talked a few more minutes while he spent the entire time looking and asking questions about my still bare breasts. The entire time we were inside my nipples had been rock hard and erect due to the A/C so he had enjoyed our water and snack break. I placed my boobs back inside of my tank-top and we returned to our yardwork chores. Come back soon for Part 2.