THE PAST ADVENTURES OF ROGER CHAPPY

GREY HAIR AND BOSOMS As the air raid sirens howled over head I cuddled into Aunt Sylvia`s bosoms more and more, she wasn`t my real aunt but because she had been a family friend for so long we all called her aunty Sylvia, and now here in 1943 cuddled into an air raid shelter I was certainly very pleased she was there. Although I was scared I also looked forward to raids like this because it gave me the opportunity of cuddling into these two massive soft pillows on aunties chest, I really played on her good nature. My Mother would always say “Roger, don`t keep pestering Sylvia, you`re 14 years old now and shouldn`t need to be cuddled so much” whereby aunt Sylvia would stick up for me and say “It`s ok Doris, he`s comforting me as much as I am him, he`s my little man aren`t you young Roger” As I nodded my head I felt the hardness of her old brassier against my cheek. I would always put my arm around her, level with her bra strap and as I would keep moving to get comfortable I would make sure my hand would wander around to the side of her breast, and I would put my hand on the side of her breast and feel the bra through her dress and even try to squeeze a little against the mound of womanly flesh. Let me tell you what aunt Sylvia looked like, she was a large woman about 5 ft 9 inches tall with enormous breasts, she had grey hair and was I suppose about 60 years old, I would say she was a little over weight but certainly not massive just plump. I don`t know what happened to her husband all I knew was she was a widow and had a bit of a reputation with the local men. Anyway, one night the bombing was particularly heavy and I really did need to be cuddled, as my face rested firmly against aunties right breast, I could see inside the opening of her dress and was staring at her left breast inside the confines of her large white brassier, and because I was looking from the side and she was bent forward, I could actually see it wobbling and a gap betwen it and the brassier, I really wanted to put my hand inside and feel her nipples but I daren`t. Then to my surprise she looked down at me as I looked up at her face, her eyes darted to the opening of her dress and she whispered to me “are you enjoying looking at my bosom young roger” I just nodded, she smiled knowingly at me then took my free hand and placed it inside her dress onto her breasts, and said “Why don`t you feel them properly and give me a little squeeze, here let me show you how a woman likes to be touched” I looked around me petrified my Mother might see us, but we were hidden in a dark corner of the air raid shelter and everyone was a sleep anyway. She moved my fingers down inside her brassier until I felt a hard nipple, I instinctively rolled it between my finger and thumb, she let out a quiet pant and then lent back fully until she was lieing down with me on top of her. Aunt Sylvia then undid the back of her dress and then her brassier, as she pulled the garments free I nearly came there and then, my cock felt like it was going to burst, in the dim light I was staring at these two enormous mounds with massive brown nipples on top. As I was staring at these along with her beautiful face and long grey hair, she reached down and pulled her dress up to her waist, and there before me was her two lovely long legs covered in american tan stockings attached to white suspender clasps, and she had white french knickers over the top. “Now what do you think of the view young Roger Chappy” “It`s amazing Aunt Sylvia, can I suckle on your bosoms please like a baby” “Of course you can come to aunty baby Roger and make an old woman happy” As I lay there sucking on her large soft bosoms, I could hear the bombs dropping but they didn`t bother me anymore, I felt her wriggling her body under me and then my short trousers and pants being pulled down to my knees, then I could feel the thick nylon stockings against my hips and something hairy against my young hard cock, and aunties hand wrapped around my shaft pulling it up and down, this was great. Aunty Sylvia whispered to me “Now Roger you must promise never to tell anyone about this, it`ll be our little secret, and then we can carry on at home aswell as in here, you`d like that wouldn`t you” I nodded at her and smiled, then it happened, I felt this overwhelming heat surrounding my cock and this hot wetness that I`d never felt before, it was almost too much for me, as she had opened her legs and slid my cock in the side of her french knickers and into her 60 year old cunt. My young cock slid right in up to the top, as she clasped my buttocks in her old hands and pulled me as far in as she could get me, her nylon covered legs wrapped around my body and I was in heaven, I automatically started to pump in and out of her sopping wet cunt with all my strength, she was kissing me full on the lips and slid her old tongue into my mouth, we were almost eating eachother with the passion of it all, my hands were trying to feel as much of her womanly bosoms as they could, they felt so soft and squeezy. I felt her inner muscles sucking my cock from all sides and as I pushed up to the top once more I almost screamed as my come shot into her body, I kept pumping for ages as jet after jet of hot sticky spunk went up into her cunt, “Oh baby, Oh baby,” she whispered in my ear as I layed my head down onto her bosoms, and I drifted off to sleep more contented then I`d ever been in my whole life, Thank-you Aunty Sylvia. THE END