It had been a long time. Too long for Jason. Too long for Maureen O'Ryan.
Theirs was a brief, fleeting encounter, affair more realistically. Jason, a handsome 22 year old man, was smitten with the sexy legs of Mrs. O'Ryan, a spry and sexy 68-year-old widow friend of his grandmother's.
Since he was 18, Jason was taken by the sexy older woman's incredible legs, every slight sag, every delicate wrinkle of tanned skin on her shapely gams driving him nuts. It came to a head at first when the two of them were alone in his granny's pantry and they found themselves pressed tightly to one another when Jason watched her stretch to get a bottle of wine from a high shelf.
The sight of her bulging, muscular old calves in her knee-length tights up close made him rock hard. And when he helped her, it got worse: He'd stumbled, crashing dishes around them, falling into her lovely old butt, his crotch pressed into it. They both felt it, both trying to ignore it.
They could not. They composed themselves only to find themselves in the kitchen, kissing gently, holding one another and Jason cumming in his pants. His shame led to her comforting him, assuring him it was all right. And then saying nothing of it for two more long years.
It drove them both mad, but Mrs. O'Ryan had thought she'd better leave well enough alone even if it was often all she could think about. She'd made him cum in his pants just by kissing, and her imagination ran wild thinking what else she could possibly do to him, for him, with him. She felt badly about it, about having such an effect on a boy decades younger.
And then two years later, they met again by happenstance at his grandmother's home where he'd gone to check on it in her absence, and she had come by to drop off a borrowed linen, standing on the walkway showing just a hint, a glimpse, a tease of that succulent calf, that shiny shin.
Where longing and lust took hold, all barriers of age and propriety shattered. Where they became lovers in a couple of hours of intense passion, in his grandmother's bed. Where Jason adored and worshipped the sexy older woman's incredible calves, thighs, feet and every inch of her succulent granny body.
It made her feel like a new woman, capable of pleasing such a young stud. She'd assured him they'd meet again, but then guilt overcame passion and she avoided him all the while becoming hornier than ever, spending many a night in her bed alone with her vibrator, remembering Jason's incredible eagerness, thick cock and talented tongue.
It was just as bad for Jason, too, worse in fact. He was consumed by the thought of her and her lovely legs.
Then one cool fall day some long months later, he'd stopped by his grandmother's house, walking in as usual and calling out to her.
"In here, Jason!" his grandmother yelled from the living room.
He walked in and froze in his tracks. He saw it, the sliver, the slightest hint of leg that got to him every time. There sat Mrs. Maureen O'Ryan, looking as beautiful as ever, wearing a pair of black spandex pants that ended down her shiny, freckled shins, just above her short white socks, baring the tiniest glimpse of her luscious lower leg.
The glimpse that had gotten to him, to both of them, months ago.
Jason smiled weakly.
"Oh, Mrs. O'Ryan," he warbled, catching himself and talking more firmly. "Didn't know you were here..how nice...to see you again..."
"Yes, Jason, same here," she said far more controlled than the nervous boy, delighting in his unease.
She'd been the dominant one in their brief tryst, unleashing a part of her she didn't know existed. And now she felt it rising in her again, as Jason stood, uncomfortable at the sight of her.
She crossed one gorgeous leg, causing that pant leg to slip up her shin. Smiling, she slowly pulled it up to her knee, then the other, revealing those alluring, muscular old calves.
"Getting a bit warm in here," she said, by way of explaining the baring of her legs.
But Jason knew what she was doing. And he went hard in his baggy shorts at the view she provided.
She felt good that he was clearly unnerved by her presence, by the reveal of her calves, calves that first drew him to her. She took from that to mean she'd been on his mind since their last time together. In bed. Having the best sex of either of their lives.
"Maureen was just out for a walk, and I joined her," his grandmother said pleasantly, as both gals sipped white wine this later afternoon. "It started to rain so we came back, and here we are!"
"Yes, here you are," Jason mimicked sweetly, always taken by his granny's enthusiasm for the simplest things.
Maureen watched him fidget as she and his granny talked, thinking back to his eager attention and willingness to do anything, including kissing her after she'd sucked his cock dry. His adventurous spirit ignited one in hers she hadn't realized was there.
They talked a bit, the two older women, Jason leaning on the counter with cell phone in hand. Pretending to text, and taking photos of Mrs. O'Ryan's shapely legs. She pretended not to notice, but she did and was flattered by it.
"Texting your girlfriends, young man?" she asked pointedly, Jason hurrying to put his phone down and smiling sheepishly at her. "You must have many, you handsome boy, you!
"Uh, yeah, you know," he mumbled.
"Come, sit," she purred, patting the sofa cushion next to her as she crossed her meaty calves, the flesh of the top one folding out in a fleshy flare over the shin. "Let's catch up."
He was a goner. He couldn't take his eyes off that supple calf as the two women chatted, Mrs. O'Ryan sitting back and laughing as they did, crossing the other leg and at one point plopping both feet up on the coffee table, flattening her stellar calves against it, the muscles flaring out.
"Oh, my, my feet are such a mess, my socks are a bit wet," she said. "I'm sorry Colleen, I shouldn't have my stinky old feet up on your coffee table."
"Oh, don't fret, Maureen...dear me, take them off, mine are nasty, too," Colleen said, peeling off her own sneakers and dirty socks. "Jason, be a dear and go put these in the laundry room, it'll help dry them out. Honey, I'll go get us some dry socks so our feet won't get cold!"
Jason smiled weakly as Maureen, with a beaming grin, dutifully and slowly took off her sneakers and peeled off her wet, grungy socks, handing them to him. His hands trembled as he took them, trying not to inhale so deeply as to give himself away, but the scent was overpowering, ripe, raw, a foot funk he'd missed since sucking her toes that time in his grandmother's bed.
Colleen darted by, handing her socks and sneaks to the boy and ran upstairs. Jason stood, looking at the soggy socks and filthy sneakers of Mrs. O'Ryan's in his right hand.
She looked up at him, wiggling her sweaty bare toes, catching his eye.
"Go on, go do what granny says, Jason," she cooed softly, startling him by running a hand casually up his thigh under his shorts leg and stroking his stiff cock. "And when you're in there...don't you DARE cum!"
He backed away nervously, down the hall to the laundry room at the end. The dryer was tumbling away, the room arid and warm. He shut the door behind him, putting his grandmother's socks and sneakers near it. And keeping Mrs. O'Ryan's in his hands.
"Oh my God," he groaned, suddenly ramming her filthy footwear to his face.
