I'm Chris and am twenty-four and have lived in the same house since I was born. My mom and dad were killed in a car accident a few years ago and since I was the only child I inherited the house and the furniture. It was great to still be around all of the familiar things with which I grew up but there were times they brought back some sad memories.
The neighborhood was still comprised of many of the same people, now elderly, who had been friends with my parents. Mrs.McIntyre, the nice woman who lived next door, was in her mid sixties and had lost her husband thirty years earlier. She would frequently bring home-made cookies and cakes over to me and occasionally would ask me over to fix minor things around her place; stuck toilets, a door that wouldn't close properly, etc. etc. This last time over she called and asked it I wouldn't mind coming over and help her move a chair in her living room. She was going to rearrange her furniture and wanted to see how the chair would look in a different place.
I went over and slide the chair into the place she wanted and then sat in it to see the viewing angle it would give for the TV. Mrs. McIntyre came over and sat on the arm of the chair and I could see she was red in the face.
"Are you OK Mrs. McIntyre?"
"Oh, I'm just fine and I would really appreciate it if you would just call me Annie. 'Mrs. McIntyre' seems so formal."
"OK, Annie it is."
"Chris the other day I saw you working around the back yard and it reminded me of seeing you in there about ten years earlier and your mother had to pull your pants down to remove a splinter in your upper thigh. I couldn't help but see your young manhood that day and have always wondered if it got any bigger as you grew."
"Oh, I guess it did just like everything else on me. Hell, now I'm wearing an eleven and a half shoe and I used to wear a nine."
She giggled like a little girl and said, "It isn't your feet I am wondering about. Are you sure you don't need a splinter removed today?"
"Why Annie, are you suggesting you are wondering if my manhood has grown and would like to see for yourself?" I asked sort of jokingly.
"That's exactly what I am asking." She laughed.
I could see this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere unless I gave the old lady the look- see she wanted. Damn, she was old and decrepit so I figured it was the least I could do for her. I stood and unfastened my pants and let them drop to the floor. I slipped my briefs down to my knees to let her get the look she wanted at my 'manhood' as she called it.
"Oh my goodness. It has grown tremendously. I wouldn't have thought it would get that much bigger but it has, hasn't it?" She said a little breathlessly.
Perhaps I'm a little slow but it finally dawned on me that old lady Annie wanted to get a lot closer to my 'manhood'. Hell, I might as well let her get a thrill and maybe give me a hand job.
"Yes it has Annie. Would you like to feel how hard it gets when it gets excited?"
"Oh God yes" she said as her eyes were glued to my ever hardening cock.
"Give me your hand." I said reaching forward to hers and took it over and rested it on my cock.
Damn, her hand was all bones. "Grab it Annie and stroke it just a little."
Once again she giggled like a schoolgirl and said, "Like I was jerking you off?"
"Well, yes, now that you mention it."
She started to stroke it as well as it had ever been stroked and I said, "Annie, I'll bet you did this for your husband all the time. You are so good at it."
She never said a word but kept her eyes just glued to my cock and jerked it up and down for a while and then stopped and let her fingers just caress the head of it and then up and down the shaft before resuming stroking it. I figured I might as well go a little further with her and moved one hand to the back of her old gray head and pulled it straight to the head of my cock. She didn't need any more encouragement than that. Her mouth came open and she soon had a solid four inches buried between her lips.
Damn, this old thing could really suck a cock. All of a sudden she stopped and fumbled with her hand in her mouth and then resumed. She was now taking at least another inch or two in. She had removed her false teeth! Geez, what was I coming to having sex with an old bitty like her? It didn't take much of that before I was filling her old wrinkled mouth with a stream of my hot come. She stayed right where she was and lapped up every drop. She might have been old but she sure knew how to use her mouth around a cock. Once again she fumbled with her hand at her mouth and I knew she was putting her false teeth back in. No problem. Her mouth was a lot softer and less likely to scrape my cock with her teeth out.
"Annie, that was terrific. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"Oh, I'm so glad you liked it. I was afraid you wouldn't want to let an old lady do that for you." She was a very astute judge!
"Oh, Annie, you aren't THAT old."
"Chris, You aren't a very good liar but thanks anyway."
I just noticed she had had her other hand buried between her legs as she had been sucking my cock and she was playing with herself.
"Annie, how about giving me the same view I gave you. Lift your dress and drop your panties so I can take a look at your love box." "Oh you silly thing. You don't have to look at this old gray thing of mine." She was saying as she was lifting her dress and slipping her panties down.
Shit she was dead right. She had a huge mop of gray hair flowing out from her crotch.
"Annie, get your mouth over her and work my cock hard again and I'll ram it to you. What do you say?"
"Chris, this is all a dream come true. I have wanted to do this with you for years."
"Well, get your mouth busy and you will have it buried in your pussy in a few minutes."
Whew, she must have gulped a good five or six inches of my cock down her throat and then was pumping it for all she was worth. I was harder that a steel rod in a minute.
"Lay back on the sofa Annie and get those legs open".
Giggling Annie was ready almost before I could get the words out of my mouth. I positioned myself over her pussy and slipped it in. Holy shit. I was completely buried and could hardly feel a thing. Her pussy was as big as a tunnel. She had had five kids and with age, it was as loose as a goose and wasn't giving me any pleasure at all. She wrapped her frail little arms around me and started weeping. "Oh Chris, I'm sorry. I can feel just how much I have loosened up and neither of us can feel very much. I haven't had sex in almost twenty years. I never knew how big I was down there."
"No problem Annie. I am going to go to the sex toy store tomorrow and will get a dildo twice the size of my cock. You will feel that when I slip it to you."
"Oh, that would be wonderful but what am I going to do for you?"
"Well, I do enjoy your blowjobs but I think I have another idea. I am going to fuck your tired old asshole."
"Oh, Chris, my ex husband tried that with me over thirty years ago and I couldn't take him in me then and he was a whole lot smaller than you."
