Mrs. Chello was this beautiful, old lady who lived at the end of the street and was one of my favorite stops on my paper route. In the winter, she'd always let me come in and hang out; in fact, she insisted on it. I felt bad for her because she was all alone.
Every time I came to the door, she would smile, open the door, and let me in. One of my fondest memories of her is of her huge boobs. She had tits like Seka the porn star and her face and hair was just like Candy Samples- grey and up in a beehive. She was pretty for an old lady, but what touched me the most was how she looked forward to seeing me. She would wrap me up in a hug and press her huge tits against me.
I'd take off my boots and she was so nice to me, she would share her roll-up cigarettes with me. We would puff on our cigs together, and from time to time I would try to sneak peeks up her housecoat I liked so much. I was so turned on by her because she was a bigger lady just like Candy Samples, and I loved to jerk off to both her and Seka.
Well, there was one time where, after we finished our cigarettes, I was working on putting my boots back on when she caught me staring up her gown. I shyly turned away, embarrassed, as she lit up another smoke and smiled before stepping closer towards me, hiking up the front of her dress. I was shocked by the sight of her old, fat thighs and grey haired bush. I could see her pink cunt lips and as she backed away, my thick, hard cock wanted nothing more than to be inside that grey haired pussy. I felt my dick harden so fast, I closed my eyes and thought of my favorite porn stars. I watched her take one more puff off the cig and blow smoke from those pretty, wrinkled lips, and thought to myself, 'She's way older than Candy Samples, but I want my cock in her mouth!'
I asked her, "Can I shoot birds in your yard later?" Us guys used our BB guns on anything, and she lived next to this wide-open field.
She smiled, "Oh, of course honey. Ya come show me what you shoot."
I smiled at this huge-titted beauty and she hugged me so hard, I didn't want her to let go. I ran out the door and couldn't stop thinking of this sexy granny/Candy Samples and that hairy grey cunt of hers; I wanted to jack off, but it was too cold outside, so I finished my paper route and rushed home. Once there, I threw on my snowmobile suit and grabbed my Daisy 880 BB gun and ran back to Mrs. Chello's yard.
I wasn't out there long, nailing two blackbirds and a red-winged blackbird. I knocked on the door and she sees my birds in my hand.
"Hey hunter, you're a good shot," she says with a smile on her face. She looked so proud of me in that moment, rifle in one hand, birds in the other, she let me in and took the birds.
"What are you going to do with them," I asked her.
"Eat them. In Germany, we baked them in wine." I was in shock as she went on, "Times are hard. I don't have much."
That's when it hit me. My tears welled up in my eyes like they are now, as I realized this beautiful woman who is always so nice to me is starving. I wanted to cry.
"It's okay, honey. What's wrong?"
"This is wrong. You're so kind and nice to me. I'm not letting you go hungry."
Before she has a chance to say or do anything, I bolt for the door and sprint home, crashing through the front door. I grab a paper bag and start filling it, crying all the while.
My mom walks in and sees what I'm doing. "David, what are you doing?"
I love my mom so much, and I tell her about Mrs. Chello. "It's winter, and she has no food and nobody to take care of her. I shot three birds and she took them from me so she could have something to eat."