Ty was suddenly caught by the sight of the next door mom bending down to pick up her morning paper from the porch. Wrapped in a fuzzy green housecoat, her perpetually bronzed flesh gleamed in the sunlight. She saw Ty and stared back with a friendly wave.
For as long as he had lived with Mark and June, the dark skinned Mrs. Paulson, once a native of Brazil, had been a fascinating character growing up, always a kind if eccentric woman with a warm and genuine smile. At first, Ty had taken to her because of how cruel his mother figure June had been. Later, when Ty began to grow up, he found other reasons to like Mrs. Paulson. As he had aged, he had begun to notice her firm middle aged body and big bouncy breasts. This was to say nothing of her buxom teenage daughter Rebecca, who was equally as endowed and as beautiful as her mother.
"Hey, Ty!" Mrs. Paulson said cheerfully. She stopped for a moment in surprise and cocked her head to the side. "You look... different."
"Oh?" Ty blinked, suddenly snapping out of his thoughts. "Oh! Uh, yes, yes I do, ma'am."
"It's the hair, right?" She giggled, seeing Ty's blush. "Or maybe you've been using Dustin's equipment without him knowing."
Ty blushed harder. He so badly wanted to... do something to her. He wasn't quite sure what, but he wanted to.
"It's okay." Mrs. Paulson winked one set of long lashes and smirked. "I won't tell. Looks good."
"Thank you, ma'am." Ty smiled. "You've always been very kind to me."
"You know, Ty..." She said, leaning over the porch. Surely she didn't mean to show off her awesome cleavage and her loose jiggling breasts under her nightgown, but there they were. "You should come over some time. Hang out with Becca and me. We could use the company."
"Oh, thank you, ma'am." Ty said, sighing. "But I don't think I'd be... allowed."
"Mmm." Mrs. Paulson said, her face suddenly growing serious. "The offer is always there, though, you know." The concern in her sweet brown eyes was there. She knew all about the abuse and the broken household. She meant if Ty needed to run away or was in danger she'd take him in.
"Thank you, ma'am." Ty said simply, blushing redder.
"You're a good kid." She eyed the lawn and smiled. "You're done early today. Should go enjoy your freedom for a while."
"You're right." Ty smiled, watching her wink again and turn back to the house on shapely legs, her firm and full ass wiggling as she walked.
That was the extent of their conversations over the years. The odd dialogue with Rebecca and her mom. An unspoken care of some kind. They were good people.
Ty watched as Mrs. Paulson opened the door, and gulped nervously. His power wanted to be used in the worst way, but he didn't want to go around just changing people... or did he?