They drew his gaze like a beacon, clumped in a wet, white mound atop her grubby sneakers on the kitchen floor. Tommy's Aunt Cora had just come back from a long early-morning run with her kid sister, Tommy's grandmother, Elizabeth, and had taken her beaten-up old running shoes off outside to clap the dirt and mud off, peeling off her white sweat socks as well. Then she came in, put the sneaks on the floor next to the kitchen counter, and her crumbled, wet socks atop them.
Cora was 70, pretty in her wrinkled, saggy way, a great tuft of wild, curly blonde hair on her head and a supple, fairly firm body for a granny her age, always keeping herself in shape by running and working out. She was staying for a week with Elizabeth, 63, silver-haired and thinner than her older sister, just as pretty with a leaner, more sinewy body equally toned. Both old gals loved to run and workout.
Tommy was staying with his granny for the summer, a 19-year-old college kid doing landscaping work for a local company and spending time with his beloved, doting grandmother. Cora had dropped in for a week-long visit and every day, the sisters would don their little running shorts and head out for a run before Tommy headed off to work.
This day, he peeked from behind his bedroom door as Cora dropped those socks on her sneakers and padded off down the hallway to her bedroom, across the hall from his, watching those thick, freckled and tanned calves ripple and flex, and above them the saggy, sexy wrinkles of Cora's amazing thighs. He'd always had a sexual attraction for his grandmother ever since he was old enough to notice her delicious body, but he hadn't been around Cora that much. Now, every morning he'd watch them run off and fantasize about those sexy old bodies under their skimpy running clothes.
Those socks. He looked at them as he came into the kitchen to get a quick muffin for breakfast before heading to work. He listened at the door by Cora's room and then his grandmother's, hearing the showers running in both. He had time. It was the moment he'd waited for, moments he'd spent with his grandmother's dirty underthings and sweaty socks in the past.
He knelt by Aunt Cora's sneakers, hands trembling, lifting the soaking-wet white socks up and ramming them into his face, at once the stench, gloriously pungent and sweet and salty all at the same time, consuming his soul and nearly causing him to cum in his underwear. He inhaled madly, then licked the filthy material, jamming one sock into his mouth to suck the nasty sweat from them, using the other to wrap around his cock that he freed from his briefs.
"Fuck, Aunt Cora, you smell worse...better than Grandma!" he hissed, eyes closed, jacking his thick, aching cock harder, rubbing that dirty sock up and down it, soaking it more with his copious pre-cum that oozed from his prick. "Damn, I wish you left your panties out here!"
It wouldn't be long, quicker even than those times he sucked on his grandmother's socks and stinky panties, and he felt his nuts throb in anticipation. On impulse, he lay down now, fucking one of Cora's wet sneakers, feeling the heavenly rough fabric inside the shoe, his cock filling the space, his balls aching as they struggled to cram into the size six sneaker. He was mad with passion now, fucking that sneaker, and grabbing the other, burying his face inside, smelling deeply the foot funk of countless runs there, licking the material, tasting his old Aunt Cora's nasty, cheesy scent.
"Fuck Aunt Cora, gonna...fucking...cum in your...fucking sneaker!" he grunted animalistically, pumping that sneaker like he would a pussy. "FUCK!!!"
