Years ago, I lived with my parents in a subdivision. It was summer, and we had a strong thunderstorm one Sunday morning. The sky cleared completely afterwards, it ended being a perfect sunny day. The thunderstorm, however, moved our TV antenna and my father was not getting reception for his afternoon football game. So he handed me one of my toy walkie talkies, a screwdriver, took me to the back, put on a ladder, and told me to get up on the roof and move the antenna sideways as he gave me instructions. I cautiously got up and walked up the roof towards the chimney, where the antenna was fixed. As I reached the chimney, I was able to see into our neighbor’s backyard. Looking over the top of the brick chimney, I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Olsen’s head. She had sunglasses on and was apparently asleep on her sunbed. I had the impulse to tiptoe a little higher, and I saw her shoulders, then cleavage. I moved a bit further, and was shocked when I saw her nipple come into view. Afraid that she would notice, I hid again behind the chimney, and put the volume on the walkie talkie to the lowest possible, just seconds before it cackled with my father asking him if I was at the top yet. I answered quietly, and for the next five minutes or so he gave me instructions to move the antenna this way or that way until he finally told me to stop, it was perfect, and told me to tighten it where it was. I asked if he needed me to move it more and he said no, you can get down. He didn’t even check on me! I thanked my luck since that would have meant coming down from the roof. I cautiously moved up a bit more until I could again peek over the chimney. I again saw Mrs. Olsen’s head, in exactly the same position. It looked as if she was asleep, but I just peeked over a bit just in case. A good thirty seconds passed and she did not move. I decided to venture farther onto the roof. This would expose me to view, but it appeared she was asleep. I felt my pounding pulse in my chest and my head, and moved cautiously because of my nerves. Mrs. Olsen gradually came again into view. She had to be in her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends with her boys. I nervously looked at her chest. She had wide, long breasts that covered her entire rib cage and spilled to the sides due to their weight. There were large pepperoni areolas right in the middle of each, crowned by large, long brown nipples. I immediately understood why her k**s were strong and healthy, she clearly could keep them satiated. I continued to look down. She had a small belly, and on top of her pubic area, a dense, full bush of dark hair. Her nicely shaped legs ended in tiny feet. I realized her entire skin including her breasts was as deeply tanned as I knew her face and arms. I continued to watch her chest rise and sink gently with her respiration. About a minute passed. I heard voices come from inside her house so I quickly tiptoed back to behind the chimney. I saw the door to the backyard open and to my surprise her son with whom I was friends with came out and told her someone was on the phone. She woke up, turned around, and sat upright. Her incredible tits bounced gently and then spilled over her knees as she gently put on a pair of flip flops on her feet. She got up, grabbed a short bathrobe which was on top of the adjacent sunbed, put it on and went indoors. I could not believe that my friend was able to see his mom naked just like that. I have to confess that she was my inspiration on lonely nights of self comfort for many years!