I first met Vera Stevens in the living room of my mother's house. She had just moved in next door and my mother had invited her over for a welcoming cup of coffee. Having just finished my shift at the local burger joint I was looking forward to putting my feet up, but when I walked in the front door I saw a rather prim looking lady sitting on the sofa. My mother introduced me as her 'wonderful son Andrew, the man of the house.' Since my father left a few years ago she had sometimes gone a bit over the top when discussing me. This was one of those occasions.
'I'm very pleased to meet you, Andrew,' her voice, like her appearance was prim and proper. She was dressed in a white blouse with a black skirt and jacket. Her silver-grey hair was perfectly set and she had a pleasant face with just a few small wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. When she stood to greet me I noticed two things about her. She was quite slender in build, but she appeared to have rather large breasts. About five and a half feet tall, she was probably in her mid to late fifties. I had just turned eighteen and seemed to have an almost permanent hard on, particularly when it came to big boobs, and I suspected that under her blouse, Vera Stevens possessed a pretty sizable pair.
While we chatted I noticed that she spoke in a refined manner. It wasn't snobbish, but she used what might be called correct English and I doubt she would be reduced to using slang terms. We spoke amiably about a number of things, including what brought her to our neighbourhood. Her husband had died a few years before and she decided that she really needed a change of scenery. She seemed very nice, if a bit starchy, but I found it hard to drag my eyes away from her chest, imaging just how big her boobs might actually be.
When my mother left the room to take the cups out to the kitchen, Vera leaned across and said, 'Andrew, I am most flattered that you find my bosoms so interesting.'
I spluttered a denial and I'm sure I went red with embarrassment. 'Nonsense, dear boy.' She seemed remarkably calm. 'I am not angry. In fact I find your interest quite flattering. So much so that I am prepared to let you see some more of them, if you want.'
'I don't know what to say,' I managed to reply. This was not at all where I thought our conversation would go.
'Of course you don't. But I do need some help unpacking and if you would come over and help me tomorrow I might reward you with a glimpse.'
I'm not sure what I would have said, if I could have said anything at all, but I was spared the situation when my mother returned to the room. Vera took the initiative and explained that I had agreed to help her and that if I was free tomorrow I could come over and spend the day with her. My mother said that I wasn't working and that she was sure I'd be very helpful,
Shortly afterwards Vera said goodbye and left us discussing what a pleasant neighbour we now had. Under the surface I was wondering what on earth was going to happen when I went there the next day.
Promptly at the appointed time of 10 o'clock I rang her front door bell and there was Vera dressed in exactly the same clothes she was wearing the day before. I was invited in to a living room filled with antique furniture. Vera explained that it was one of the few rooms already unpacked. She sat down in a high backed chair opposite me. 'Now young man,' she said, 'we need to discuss some things.' When I started to speak, she waved her hand for silence. 'Don't interrupt please. This is my house so we will operate under my rules. That must be perfectly clear.' All I could do was nod. It didn't seem like it was going to be much of a discussion.
'Yesterday you found it almost impossible to lift your eyes up to my face so I must ask if you are excited by large breasts?'
Finally, I managed to speak, 'Yes. I'm sorry, but I've always been turned on by them.'
She smiled. 'There's no need to apologize. I think it's perfectly normal for a young man such as yourself to be interested in such things and I am flattered that you find mine attractive. Although I do find it a little surprising that you would show an interest in an older lady like myself.'
Now it was my turn to smile. 'For some reason a lot of older ladies seem to have bigger bosoms than younger ones. Maybe it's because they sag a bit, too.' I was amazed to hear myself saying this, especially to such a prim and proper looking lady.
Vera laughed. 'Some sag more than a bit Andrew. I am afraid mine sag a great deal.'
Her words caused my dick to start straining against my pants. 'It's not a problem, really. I like them saggy.'
