Ever since I had been back in my hometown since I was on my vacation from college, I was asked to come visit my mother's church since I hadn't been there since I was around fourteen years old. I didn't think that too many people would miss me since I was quiet but at the same time I was always known for my high level of academic success since I graduated valedictorian and I also graduated with honors in art because outside of school I was still a very talented artist which made me a little bit happier about myself.
While I was still going there a lot of the girls wrote me off because of how smart I am. I didn't care about it too much since I was younger than most of the people my age but at the same time I was into much older women. I think it was because girls my age rejected me a lot so I naturally found comfort in much older women who were sometimes older than my mother. I mean I even lost my virginity to a woman who was in her early fifties when I was still in high school and we still hooked up at least three times a week.
With that being said, since I was being raised in a traditional black church I remember the older women in the church. Wearing those two piece pants suits that usually hugged their full figure frames and sometimes wearing those big hats and always into the service. I would say sometimes around their fifties and up. I didn't really get into the service. I always remembered looking around to see who some of the beautiful mature women that were praising the Lord while at the same time more than likely living a wild life at some point in time outside of the sanctuary.
Today I pulled up at the church in my lifted 2013 Dodge Ram 2500 Diesel. I stepped out of the car standing right at 5'8 and around a hundred and forty pounds. I was wearing a screenprinted teeshirt that I designed from my imagination as well as a pair of designer jeans. I had my long multicolored dreadlocks pulled into a high ponytail that usually hung down to the middle part of my back. My ears were gauged as well as my nose having a septum piercing. I might have been highly educated but I was my own man. I had one of my arms covered with a giant multicolored dragon sleeve that flowed with my dreadlocks that looked really good against my lean brown skinned frame. I took a deep breath as the sound of old school gospel music blared from my ears just before I walked into the saunctary.
As usual I eased into the church and sat on the back pew. I pulled out my phone and went straight to Tinder and started to answer my messages. I was looking for a hook-up anyway.
When I looked up and saw one of the ladies who was always looking good and on point, Miss Mary.
Miss Mary was one of the ladies in the church that everyone said was mean and always acted like she was holier than thou. She was always nice to me and everytime she saw me she gave me a giant hug and I loved to hug on her mature full figured frame. I would guess that she was in her mid sixties but we all know that black doesn't crack. She had a jheri curl but sometimes she wore a hat over it. Today she was wearing a long loose fitting black and red dress with a large black hat. She was about the same size and I would guess that she was in the mid two hundred range somehow still on her 5'4 frame. She was about a 44H bra range, about a 38 in the waist and about a 50 in the hips because even though she had a loose fitting dress it was obvious she still had a huge ass.
During the prayer, I didn't close my eyes. I just looked forward and scanned the church like I always did. Some of the ladies I remember have grown older. Some of the girls around my age have children. I didn't think it out much further than that.
I looked at her and saw her fanning at me with the fan to get my attention as I leaned in to hear what she had to say.
"Are you staying for the whole service?" she asked me as I shook my head.
"Meet me outside. I want to get you to help me with something." she told me as I nodded in agreement.
Once the sermon was over, I eased out of the church and headed to my truck. I was curious about what she wanted to ask me. It could be anything. Knowing her as smart as I was she might have wanted to know if I was back home so that I could tutor her grandkids with something.
I turned around to see that she was walking outside as well. This had to be good for an older lady to ease out of church as well.
"Yes you needed me to help you with something?" I asked curiously as I felt some blood rush to my rock hard dick.
"Yeah, I wanted to know if you could help me out with a couple of things at my house." she told me.
"Okay that's no problem. I'll follow you." I replied as I told her and she walked to her Buick old school car that she had parked in the handicap parking space as I hopped into my truck and started the engine and roared out of the parking space and drove off behind her.
I could not believe how horny this old lady had me. I was hard and stroking my dick through my jeans as I drove slowly behind her. I was used to cruising around 50 miles per hour but she was going five under the speed limit. This was taking forever but at the same time it was only upping my anticipation.
After two left turns she finally pulled into her driveway and she motioned for me to pull up beside her which I did without giving a second thought. I did as she asked as I pulled onto the grass and cut the engine to my massive truck. I stepped out and I tried my hardest to conceal the tent that held my 8 and half inch penis that was aching to slide inside of her. I took a deep breath and locked the truck behind me as I slowly watched her step out of her car and turned around to give me a glimpse of her black pantyhose as she walked towards the back of her car.
"So what exactly do you need my help with?" I asked curiously.
"I have some things that someone helped me put into the car. Would you be a darling and help me put these in my living room?" she asked as I nodded in agreement.