Tommy pulled into the driveway around six o'clock, seeing his Aunt Cora's car in the driveway and feeling his dick twitch in his pants. That morning, he'd helped himself to the sexy 70-year-old's filthy workout socks and sneakers, dumping a load in one sneaker and wiping it up with her stinky socks.
Little did he know what awaited him inside: Cora and her 63-year-old sexy sister, Liz, had secretly filmed what he'd done. Inside, they waited, smiling, having just returned from a hardcore gym workout, their lithe, GILF bodies pumped with sexy elderly muscle, their feet, socks and panties soaked with sweat.
"Hey, Aunt Cora, Granny Liz!" he announced brightly, eyeing the sexy sisters up and down in their super short gym shorts, sexy little white socks and sneakers, including Cora's sneakers, one of which he'd shot a load into about 12 hours earlier, making his cock throb just thinking about that sneaker being on her sexy, nasty old foot.
"Tommy," Cora said sweetly. "Come in, we've prepared you a very special meal!"
Tommy grinned as they led him to the dining room, where at the table was one place setting and on it, a silver serving dome over a big plate. He smiled at each of the women as they stood on either side of him.
"This is in honor of a very special boy with a very special preference," Liz said, putting her hands on Tommy's shoulders.
"You see, Tommy, we had an idea about your, uh, special needs, so we took matters into our own hands," Cora said mysteriously, Tommy's smile waning, replaced by confusion. "Or should we say feet...and pussies...and assholes!"
Tommy's face went white, as it snapped toward the table where Cora dramatically lifted off the silver dome with an enthusiastic "TA-DA!"
There before him was a huge mound of Cora's and Liz's soiled panties and socks, and on either side, one each of their very grimy workout sneakers. He looked at it, then back at them, frantically.
"It's not..it's not what you think, Aunt Cora...granny..." he stammered.
"Oh really?" Cora laughed, putting the dome aside and reaching for the back of Tommy's head. "Would you like to see the video we took this morning?"
"Video...what do you...."
He never finished. Cora's strong hand shoved him forward, face first into the moist, stinky pile of socks and panties, all of it filthy, a week's worth of laundry, some of it Liz's, some that Cora had brought along to wash at her sister's house. The smell was instant and brutally intense as Cora held his moaning face to it, the stench wet and raw, clinging to his face, a mix of funky sweat, pussy smell, cheese, piss and poo. He struggled to free himself but his grandmother stood behind him, hammerlocking his arms painfully up his back until he screamed in pain, the sudden inhalation filling his nose and lungs with a deep breath full of granny funk and fumes.
"Stop please!" he bellowed into the foul pile of old-lady underthings, the reality of his fantasy coming to smelly life in a way he'd never imagined. "I'm sorry! Please stop!"
"Stop?" Cora laughed. "Honey, we've only just begun."
She held him there, forcing his mouth into the mound until he grew dizzy from lack of oxygen and went slack in his grandmother's hands. The ladies laughed, pulling his face from the pile; the still moist sock he'd wiped his cum up with earlier was sticking out of his mouth.
"Perfect!" Cora laughed, jamming the wet cum sock farther into his mouth, making him taste it. "I saved that one just for you, put it in a baggie to keep it fresh! How's that cum taste, boy? I figured if that sock was good enough to clean your load with, it's good enough for you to clean in your dirty little mouth now!"
She scraped the sock inside his mouth for a minute, then pulled it out, yanking the groggy boy to his feet, saying, "I think the little perve likes it, sis!"
"Let's see," Liz said, coming around the front of him and palming the thick cock in his jeans. "Damn, you're right, the little shit's got a boner already!"
"Good, that'll serve us well, honey," Cora laughed.
She stood him up and snaked a saggy, wrinkled but very strong arm around his neck, clamping on a tight headlock, cinching it tight and making his face turn blue in her grip. She easily waltzed him to the living room where she let him go, reached behind her and snap-mared him across the room where he landed on his ass, sitting there groggy, torn by mixed the mixed emotions of his very dreams coming true tempered by the harsh reality of the pain, humiliation and olfactory overload it was presenting..
"Betcha didn't know your granny and I were pretty hot wrestlers in our day," Cora laughed as Liz scurried to sit behind the stunned boy and wrap her deeply tanned, freckled arms around him for a sleeper hold at the same time she snapped her sinewy old legs around his sides for a rib-bending bodyscissors, making him howl in pain. "We'd beat up the boys all the time!"
"Mmmm, he's so ready," Liz laughed, crushing Tommy in her surprisingly strong thighs, the muscles rippling beneath silky tanned skin. "I feel his cock at my feet!"
She kicked off her sneakers and rubbed her locked feet into Tommy's crotch, making him moan in pleasure and pain as she jerked him through his jeans and applied pressure on his ribs with her old thighs at the same time. Cora laughed, picked up one of the sneakers and jammed it into Tommy's moaning face.
"Sniff it," she barked, twisting it until his nose and mouth popped inside the filthy, sweat-soaked sneaker. "Sniff your granny's filthy foot stink!"