This story contains consensual sex between a 65-year-old woman and young college men, and cum sharing.
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Erica Allston puttered in her kitchen, whipping up a batch of chocolate chip cookies, happily humming along to the tunes of '60s music coming from her radio. Music from her era.
Erica was 65, a stunning beauty for a self-proclaimed "old woman," she would joke, tall and lean and fit, with shimmery silvery blonde hair, wispy and brushing her slender shoulders. She lived alone, and would often be visited by young people seeking her proficient helping hands - and whatever else it took to keep them happy.
It was a loving largesse that extended to her grandchildren.
Just then, her phone chirped. She wiped her hands on the apron that covered her quite short, summery print dress and picked it up, smiling at the message from Bobby, her 19-year-old grandson.
"Hey grandma, you free? I was wondering if I could stop by?"
Erica chuckled. It had been awhile since she'd lent the boy a hand.
"Just making cookies, your favorite chocolate chip!" she texted back. "Come on over!"
Moments later, the rather shy, muscular young man bound into the front door, giving his loving grandma a big hug and kiss on her wrinkly cheek. She hugged him back, feeling his cock growing between them.
"Oh, it's not just my cookies you're after is it, young man!" she laughed, hugging him harder.
"Well...no...it's just that...we have a wrestling match at school this afternoon, and I'm a little tense over it...," he said cautiously, looking down as Erica held his shoulders.
"And you need a little tension release, of course, Bobby, of course!" she laughed, walking to the stove and bending to put in the cookies, Bobby keenly eyeing the sexy old thighs as she did, wrinkled but smooth, the flesh tight with muscle as she leaned. "The cookies should take about 15 minutes, more than enough time to lend you a hand! Or more if you think it's needed!"
"No, one should do. Thanks Grandma, you're the best," he smiled shyly. "Uh, where..."
"Well right here is good, if you don't mind," she said, kneeling before the boy smiling down at her. "I can keep my eye on my cookies, while I..uh, take care of yours!"
Bobby laughed. He loved his sexy granny's naughty yet innocent sense of humor. His laughter ebbed,
giving way to groans as she expertly unzipped his jeans and unleashed his beautiful young cock of perfect length and thickness, and slowly stroked it.
"Oh, God, Grandma, you are so good at this!" he gasped, watching her sinewy forearm ripple and flex as she worked his cock.
"Better than...?" she teased.
"EVERYONE ELSE!" he cried out as her little hand picked up the pace, stroking faster and harder.
"That's right, that's right," she cooed, stroking him, the boy urgently thrusting to meet her pace.
"My word, this shouldn't take too long!"
She curled her other hand up and cupped his huge, bloated balls, making him moan more loudly, now leaning back against the granite countertop, watching wide eyed as she worked his dick with expert precision.
"Do you want it wet or dry?" she asked. "I know you like it both ways, but do you prefer one or the other?"
"Oh, God," he groaned, feeling his balls knot, adding hoarsely, "wet...please..."
"My pleasure," she hissed, her head lurching forward.
That initial heat as her wrinkly lips opened and surrounded the leaking tip of his cock nearly put him over the edge instantly. But he fought the urge, knowing that as great as his granny was at hand jobs, her blowjobs were even better, and he wanted to enjoy every sexy second. He watched her work, her little hand twisting in corkscrewing motions around his dick, slurping wetly on his prick as she sucked it in and out of her pretty mouth, her silky hair bobbing on her shoulders.
"Oh...oh..OH GRANDMA!!" he cried out.
She smiled around his dick as she felt the first blast of his sweet young cream billow in her mouth, filling her cheeks and coating her tongue thickly as she swallowed it down. That magical hand continued to work, twisting, stroking, pumping, stream after stream jetting into her sucking mouth as she gulped over and over, feeling her pussy come alive at the taste and texture of her grandson's spunk.
"Mercy, so much, so much," she finally said, smacking her cream-coated lips as she popped them off his wilting wang and laughing. "You really needed that didn't you?"
"Oh, God, yes," he sighed, smiling at his granny.
She stood and kissed him, the boy not at all reticent to share his cum, as he'd done before, their lips meeting wetly and wantonly, Erica hugging him close and lancing her creamy tongue into his mouth.
"Mmmmm, nice," she cooed, breaking the kiss with a giggle and reaching between them to gently wipe his cock on her apron before zipping him back up. "Tasty, as always!"
She cleaned up around the kitchen waiting for the oven timer, then taking the cookies out to cool as Bobby relaxed at the kitchen counter, chatting with her.
"Was one enough?" she asked, turning to put a plate of cookies in front of him, the boy anxiously gobbling one down. "You sure you don't want another milking?"
"No, no, that was great, Grandma," he said, but somewhat nervously as if something else was on him mind.
She read the signals correctly.
"Is something wrong, Bobby?" she asked, leaning on the counter, her wrinkly but sexy tits revealed above her apron in that little dress she wore. "Was there something else?"
"Well...yeah, to be honest. The tri-captains of the team, Matt, Donnie and Rick...well, they get a little tense, too, and I was wondering...," he said shyly.
"Of course!" Erica laughed, standing up, hands on her slim hips. "Any friend of my grandson is a friend of mine, you know that! So you told them about me, did you?"
He smiled.
"Yeah, how could I not, Grandma, you're so hot, ya know?" he grinned.
"Oh, stop selling me, young man, happy to help," she giggled. "Give the boys a call."
