Tom knew every nook and cranny of every neighborhood in the three neighborhoods under his watch as a postman. Makepeace had low-income housing, Merrimac had wealthy mansions, and finally Maple Leaf had his favorite cul-de-sac. A mailman like Tom had a great job with lots of perks; he received a good salary, free health insurance, gym membership, and even a pension. While he wasn't old enough to appreciate the latter, and his ambitions went beyond mail delivery, the thought still made him appreciate this job. Ultimately though, it was the people who made it enjoyable. On his route, Tom knew everyone in every house. With a smile that made them feel good about themselves, he would always greet them by name. Although he would never admit it aloud, there was one individual he particularly liked greeting. Mrs. Tulip. At number 14 Maple Leaf Drive, she lived alone, just like the surrounding neighbors. Her house was chronologically the last on his rounds, and she often took advantage of this by inviting Tom to her house for talks and yummy cookies that she had baked specifically for him. Quite quickly, Susan realized how much Tom enjoyed these talks, as well as some physical contact during them; which was good for her, because she enjoyed it too.
It was more than that, though; Mrs. Tulip had begun to enjoy Tom's body, which was glowing and youthful even though he was an adult himself. As a result of his dark hair, green eyes, lean physique, strong jaw, and muscular arms, he gave off an impression of a youthful look, which fueled her strong sexual desire for him. Since he was a mailman working year-round, he never had much time to spend away from work, but when he was free he knew to stop by Mrs. Tulip's place after dropping off the mail. And she was always happy to oblige him, though she did have wants. The one thing Mrs. Tulip took pride in was being a good mother. Through all the difficult developmental stages of her children's lives, she exhibited perseverance, kindness, and patience, even while their father slept on the couch at night and remained in his study at weekends. Motherhood was not lost on Susan. She continued to nurture it until the day when the children did not need her constant guidance. However, she still needed them. As soon as Elizabeth, her eldest daughter, was born, she knew that motherhood was her reason for living, but suddenly she found herself alone with no one to care for. Her kids still called, but it wasn't the same as having them around, calling that affectionate title that was a song she never got tired of hearing: Mom. Susan couldn't help feeling lonely, and in need of purpose. While she still longed for someone to love her, Tom would do just fine. There was no doubt he adored her, she could tell; perhaps she could make it lead to a more interesting dynamic between them?
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Tom arrived at Mrs. Tulip's house one afternoon, already having ended his shift. He had been to her house several times since he started delivering mail there, and he had grown accustomed to her appearance. The house was well-kept, and he always felt comfortable there. He rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for the front door to open.
"Hello, dear," said Mrs. Tulip as Tom opened the door to retrieve a parcel in his hand. "How was your day?"
"It was okay, I guess." Tom replied with a smile. "There was only one letter for you, from a Mr. Tulip?"
Ah. Susan's smile faded at the mention of her estranged husband, a man who left her for another woman years ago. She wasn't sure why, though she suspected it was because of her beauty. Bastard never appreciated her, or the children she gave birth to. The day he up and left her was the worst one of her life. She still missed the guy, and always wondered what happened to him. "Oh, okay. Just give it to me and I'll put it away for later reading," she lied, hoping that she could avoid having to read it until the end of her days. Tom handed over the envelope and turned to head back to the van, when Susan stopped him. She reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Can we talk for a bit? Please?" she asked, her voice cracking. "I've been wondering about something, and it's important to me."
He smiled at her and nodded, frankly quite excited to spend another morning and afternoon talking with Mrs. Tulip. She never really got many visitors, he was the one constant in her life left, and she wanted to keep it that way. Besides, Mrs. Tulip always made the best cookies ever. Susan led Tom into her living room and motioned for him to sit down on the couch. She sat next to him, took his hands in hers, and looked deep in his eyes. He found her gaze so intoxicating that his heart began to race, and his face turned red.
"What's on your mind, Mrs. T?" Tom asked.
Susan smiled at the nickname. "I have a proposition for you." She paused, letting her words sink in, and Tom felt himself becoming more and more nervous.
"A... proposition?" He repeated. "W-What do you p-propose?"
"Well, I want to... care for someone again. Someone younger. I think you'd make the perfect son and I, the perfect mother," Susan blurted out, and then regretted saying it instantly. She realized how stupid she sounded, but couldn't help herself. It was true that Tom looked younger than most men his own age; he would make a good companion for her. A very good companion.
"What, like a boyfriend?" Tom said, sounding surprised.
She chuckled at his obliviousness. "Not exactly. You see, ever since my children 'left the nest' I've felt unfulfilled. I'm getting older, but my maternal desires are still alive and well. I need a boy to fill that void. To take some of the load off of me, to care for; even if it's only on weekends. I was thinking that maybe it's time to get to know you better, and to become more intimate with you. Does that sound interesting?"
The opportunity of spending time with this beautiful, mature, and sexy woman was too much for Tom to turn down. He was not only flattered, but also aroused by her suggestion. "Yes, I'd like that. Very much. But I don't understand. Why would you be interested in a regular mailman like me?"
The mature woman couldn't help but chuckle at that; Tom was anything but 'regular' to her. She leaned in close and whispered so that only he could hear, "Because you look like a young stud. I'd love nothing more than to spoil you senseless. And I can already tell that you would be a great lover. Oh yes, Tom. My little baby needs his mom."
"You mean that?" Tom asked, stunned.
"Of course!" Susan answered proudly as she stood up and walked over to where he sat. Her soft breasts pressing against his chest sent shivers throughout the mailman's entire body. "Come to mommy, sweetie."