As a result of my scholarship exam success I not only gained a hefty financial contribution to my university fees but I received the offer of a job with a large company during my holidays with a view to joining them when I graduated.
While I worked locally during the short university vacations I was required to spend the long ones at the head office in the capital, all my living expenses being met by the company along with a generous allowance. As exciting as the prospect was however, I dreaded the thought of being away from my beloved Bev for close to two months.
Before leaving, my mother said she had on old friend in the capital who I should contact when I got there. She described her as very easy going but said her sister thought Aunty Molly, as she called her, was a bit of a slut.
It was a couple of weeks after I'd arrived and settled in that I decided to give Aunty Molly a ring. She sounded pleased to hear from the son of an old friend and asked me to lunch. I told her the best day for me was Wednesday as I was given Wednesday afternoons off as part of the deal.
On the designated day I turned up at Molly's modest house and was rather taken aback by what I saw when she opened the door.
Molly, who I reckoned was well into her 60s, was huge. She had on a sort of housecoat which despite its proportions could not hide the mountain of flesh which lay underneath.
Molly greeted me warmly and ushered me into the kitchen where the table was set for lunch. She then introduced me to her husband, Henry who was as slim as Molly was fat.
Molly had gone to some trouble to prepare a nice lunch for me and I found the time passed very pleasantly. So pleasantly that I readily accepted an invitation to return the following Wednesday.
Lunch at Aunty Molly's on Wednesday became a regular feature of my week. She always greeted me warmly and I noticed that when I was eating she sat back in her chair eyeing me closely. I also became aware that the farewell peck of her lips was becoming directed more to my mouth as the visits went on. Despite her girth I found Molly more than a little sexy and certainly didn't turn away when her lips sought mine.
Henry was always present at these lunches until one Wednesday Molly told me he'd gone off to spend the day with his sister. We were alone.
Usually, after we'd had lunch, Molly, Henry and I would chat at the table for a half an hour or so before I left but today, as I pushed my plate away with thanks for a very enjoyable lunch, Molly said
'Let's go into the sitting room. We'll be more comfortable there.'
I readily agreed and sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs in the rather crowded room. Molly sat on the couch directly opposite, leaning back, making herself comfortable, spreading her ample body.
As we chatted I noticed the two bottom buttons of Molly's housecoat, the only form of dress I ever saw her in, were undone showing her bare legs to slightly above her knees which were slightly apart. I wondered if she realised that from where I was sitting I could see a fair slice of her bare thigh.
We continued our chitchat but I was finding it increasingly difficult to keep my eyes off the gap between her knees.
'Are you alright?' asked Molly 'You look uncomfortable.'
I said everything was fine and did my best to look her in the eye. But then I noticed one of her legs was falling to the side exposing more of her flesh.
Molly continued to prattle on seemingly unaware that her wandering leg was slowly pushing her housecoat higher opening up a vision of more bare thigh. Then to my amazement I suddenly saw hair, cunt hair. It was obvious Molly had no panties on.
'Are you sure you're alright.' asked Molly again. 'You look as if you've seen a ghost. Or perhaps you've seen something else which has got you hot and bothered.'
I mumbled something to the effect that I was fine. But Molly pressed on.
'Does what you see upset you or do you like it?'
'A bit of both really.'
'Would you like a closer look?'
I couldn't talk, I could hardly breathe but somehow I managed to convey the message to Molly that I'd very much like a closer look.
'If you want the best view you'll have come over here. Kneel down between my legs.'
Molly opened her legs wide in a lewd display of flesh. She was just so big. Her thighs were enormous and far from smooth, her stomach bulged down while masses of straggly greyish cunt hair fanned out over her belly and down the insides of her thighs. It was so ugly it was beautiful.
'Smell it' ordered Molly. 'Tell me what you think.'
I drew in a deep breath of very mature cunt and dried piss. It was both disgusting and erotic.
I looked up at Molly and said very deliberately. 'It stinks and I love it.'
'Good boy. That's the right answer. Now get your tongue in my cunt-hole and then suck my clit. I haven't had a good cum for years. My fingers don't seem to work their magic as they used to. I've been thinking about you eating me out ever since you first came to lunch but today's the first time I've been able to get Henry out of the house.'
Reaching down Molly pulled her thick cunt lips apart with both hands exposing a red, ragged hole not at all like the neat one I'd got to know so well with my beloved Bev. The hair around it was damp and matted but the hole itself looked quite dry. Her piss-hole was clearly evident as was a quite meaty lump off flesh poking out from her clit-hood.
Despite the almost gagging smell I pressed my lips to Molly's hole and began to lick and tongue it which quickly brought forth moans and words of encouragement.
'Oh you darling boy. You're making me so hot. My cunt seems on fire. Suck my clit.'
I did as instructed Molly oohing and aahing at the same time tossing slutty words out describing just what she wanted me to do to her.
'Oh shit you've got me going. Lick me harder.'
I did as bidden and used my tongue, my nose and lips in every way I knew trying to bring Molly off. I tried finger fucking her cunt with three fingers as I sucked and chewed her clit but she remained on the edge, very close but not yet over.
Molly was breathing hard and sweating, her body smell increasing by the minute.
'Put your finger up my arse.' demanded Molly
I removed my three fingers from her cunt hole which had become somewhat wetter, replaced them with my thumb and at the same time pushed my middle finger into her arsehole as deep as it would reach.
I continued to suck vigorously on Molly's swollen clit at the same time working my cunt-embedded thumb and my arsehole-embedded finger in and out of their respective holes.
'Fucking hell, don't stop. I'm cumming!' yelled Molly.
I kept up my attack on both Molly's holes as she shook and moaned. Her orgasm must have gone on for more than half a minute before she started to calm down. The suddenly she went limp.
Laying back on the couch Molly looked at me with a big smile on her face.
'Kenny you've just made this old lady very, very happy. I can't remember ever cumming so hard. You are one hell of a cunt licker.'
