Author's note: This is a story of consensual sex between a woman of 68 and man of 22. It centers around her sexy legs, particularly her calves, a fetish of mine and pervasive theme in my stories. There's a slight domination edge to this tale, which I trust will appeal to the likeminded. Thank you.
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Maureen O'Ryan smiled at the nervous 22-year-old driving. She crossed her legs, supple and muscular for a 68-year-old woman, the legs of the tight, black Capri pants she wore riding high on her freckled shins.
Jason looked over and gulped. Her calves, fleshy and hard, muscular and well toned, were bulging at him. For him.
"Never get enough of my calves, can ya Jason," Maureen growled, thrusting a hand between his legs to fondle the cock she knew would be rock hard the second he saw her legs again.
Jason was long smitten with the sexy GILF's incredible legs, and as luck and opportunity would have it, had recently become a sexual slave to them, and to the insatiable, sexy older woman who had them. They had just been at the house of Jason's grandmother, Colleen, where his grandmother in her innocence asked what kind of cream Maureen used to keep her legs so smooth. A special blend, Maureen had laughed.
And that led to Maureen seducing the boy in private, forcing him to cum inside a bottle of aloe lotion, and then watching, to his horror, as Maureen and his grandmother used the semen-aloe cocktail to smear on their legs, hands and faces.
Jason has also given foot rubs to both women, Maureen cumming from her massage - and his grandmother as well. And before Maureen left, she confronted her old and dear friend by telling her she knew Colleen had cum, telling her there was nothing wrong with it - and then kissing the shocked older woman giving rise to her own thoughts of sex with her best friend.
Maureen then told her she would go home and whip up another special blend of skin cream for her. And now Jason was driving Maureen home to do just that.
"Yes, yes, you certainly have a thing for older legs, don't you?" Maureen cooed, stroking Jason's cock in his pants, making it harder and harder for him to keep the car straight. "I must say, your grandmother has pretty spectacular calves herself, doesn't she, so firm, so muscular. Do you like Granny's calves as much as mine, Jason? Hmm?"
She was fucking with him big time, he knew it, but could do nothing to stop her. He groaned as she stroked him faster, and then yelped in agony as she closed an old bony hand around his aching balls.
"I said, do you like Granny's calves BETTER than mine, young man!" she snarled.
"NO NO NO!" he screamed, squirming in his seat.
"Good answer," she giggled, releasing his nuts and slowly stroking his cock again. "Don't want you to get too excited, you have to contribute to your sexy grandmother's special cream!"
They drove in silence, Jason sweating as she continued to pump his dick in his pants, bouncing her crossed leg, the site of the flared, freckled meaty muscle alongside her shiny shin above her low, dirty sock driving him crazy.
"She certainly is a sexy lady, your grandma," Maureen sighed, then in a low growl adding, "Did you see us Jason? Did you see your granny and me kissing? I know you did..."
"Oh...oh God yes..." he moaned, aghast at the thought of it giving him so much pleasure.
"Yes, I know, and know you liked it, your cock is SO hard right now, but you better not cum, Jason," she warned.
"Please...please stop Mrs...O'Ryan..please...you'll make me..." Jason babbled.
"Your granny's got great calves, that's for sure," she said, ignoring him and then making it worse with "Can you imagine your granny's gorgeous calves milking you, Jason? Can you? Imagine your granny's calves locked around your cock...stroking you up and down..like this...making you cum...Go on: Imagine it!"
"Oh fuck...oh please, PLEASE Mrs. O'Ryan!" he screamed, driving faster, eager to get to her house and get release outside his pants.
She got him just to the point of no return - and stopped cold, sitting back, crossing her arms and laughing a dark, dominant laugh, watching the red-faced young man groan in frustration. Moments later, they pulled into her driveway and went inside, Maureen stops ahead of him, Jason's eyes glued to her flexing muscular calves.
In the kitchen, Jason could only watch them flex more, bigger and harder and more defined, as Maureen stood on her tip toes to get a stainless steel mixing bowl from a high shelf. She turned to face him, walking up to him and kissing him wetly and deeply, slurping his tongue like a small wet cock.
"You got three loads left in you - at least," she said as a statement, not a question. "You young ones are repeaters, so let's get to work boy."
She quickly shucked her clothes, Jason's eyes widening at the sight of her marvelously fleshy granny body, wrinkled sublimely, sagging just enough to be alluring, and quickly followed suit. She kissed him again, slipping his hard cock into the tops of her squeezing thighs, the top of his shaft brushing against the damp bristles of her hairy cunt. She broke the kiss, smiling, and kneeled before him, his bobbing cock quivering, the tip wet with precum.
"This shouldn't take long," she laughed.
It didn't. She tucked her face under his cock, licking gently at his ball sack, his dick on her mouth, nose and forehead, and then ever-so slowly, traced her tongue up the bottom of the shaft, a five-second journey that had Jason screaming in pleasure.
By the time she got to the tip and sucked it into her wrinkled lips, he came, hard and grunting, pumping jet after jet of thick cum into her mouth, swelling her cheeks, her eyes wide in amazement at the force and volume of his ejaculation. He finally stopped cumming a good 30 second later, and she milked the last of it by a slow, steady stroke of her hand and squeeze of his huge balls. He looked down at her, panting, as she popped his wet cock head from her mouth, holding it open to see the thick pearly pool gathered on her tongue.
She looked right at him and held the bowl to her mouth, letting the huge wad trickle out in a creamy strand, coating the bowl's bottom. She laughed and spit out the rest, running her tongue over her lips, and swallowing anything that remained.
"Again," she growled, standing, forcing her cum-soaked tongue into his reluctant mouth, French kissing him with the creamy juices, reaching with her free hand for his cock, stroking it to keep it hard.
She led him by the dick into the living room, standing before him and forcing him to his knees. She smiled and put the bowl behind her on the floor and reached for his head.
"May as well make this fun for both of us, boy," she snarled, pulling his face between her thighs, smashing it into the dripping furry thatch. "Eat me and fuck my calves!"
"Oh God," Jason groaned, obeying his leggy mistress.
She came quickly as Jason's talented long tongue speared the clammy furry folds of Maureen's pungent cunt, funky and ripe from the long walk she'd taken earlier. She held his head in her hands, pulling him in deeper and harder, using it now, grinding her greasy quim into his sucking face. HE scampered forward and sliced his wet cock into the twin columns of calves before him, groaning at the hard, velvety feel. He pumped madly, slamming forward and back, his cock embraced by the silky muscles, causing him to lap her dripping snatch harder and faster.
"Cum for the calves, baby, go on, cum for me again, for your GRANNY!" she snarled, looking down at his frantically licking face, feeling his dick thicken in the slick, scissoring calves she was fucking him with.
He groaned, and then screamed as Maureen playfully opened her chiseled old calves just enough to capture Jason's balls in them, scissoring them shut again. She now held him still, his cock jutting out the backs of her calves, balls and shaft crushed between them, and pulsated, slowly at first and then faster, pumping, quivering, flexing her meaty calves on his trapped package.
"OH FUCK!" Jason screamed, in pain from Maureen's calves scissoring his bloated balls and in pleasure, from the same sensation.
Maureen laughed and came, face fucking him harder as she felt his orgasm build, easing the scissor on his package just enough to let it flow. With a guttural scream from the smothering mulch of her gushing cunt, Jason came in long, ropy streams, both of them hearing the splash of cum into the bowl, lumping up on the first load he'd shot moments earlier. He slowly stopped cumming, and so did Maureen, pulling his dick and nuts from her calf vise, the head drawing back through the freckled meat of them.
"Wow, impressive," she laughed, turning to look into the bowl, thick with spunk. "We're gonna make your granny a nice big batch of special cream!"
She turned to look over her shoulder at the kneeling, panting young man, and her calves slick with spunk.
"Lick 'em clean," she snarled. "And spit it into the bowl!"
Jason groaned, but could not disobey her, bending to run his trembling tongue up and down her muscular calves that flexed in his mouth as he slurped them clean. He dutifully kept the sperm in his mouth, and spit it into the bowl, standing up and smiling weakly at her. She looked down. His cock was wilting.
"Oh, no, no you don't, young man," she growled.
"But Mrs. O'Ryan...please..I can't..." he begged, trying to back away.
"I got just the thing," she laughed, kneeing him in the balls and bending him over, knocking him to his knees. "In ya go!"
She easily captured him in a standing scissor lock with her tireless calves, crushing his neck in them, raising up and down on her toes and pumping the flexing steely muscles into him, making him groan in agony, his trembling hands cupped around the backs to ease the pressure.
"Just think of it Jason, just think of your dear, sexy old grandmother doing this to you, would you like that?" Maureen laughed, pumping up and down on her toes, feeling the calves ripple into his neck, delighting in his moans. "Do you think she can squeeze like me? Would you like that? Would you like your leggy Granny putting her calves around your neck like this? Hmm?"
He could, it was all he could think about the harder she crushed him. His wilting dick stiffened at the thought. Maureen scissored and tormented him a moment more and then bent over his back, reaching under him and grabbing his rock-hard cock.
"You little pervert!" she squealed with delight, stroking his cock now, squeezing him in her calves. "You DO like the idea of your granny squeezing you, don't ya!"
"No...no...no.." he slurred, the blood flow to his brain crimped in Maureen's pulsating calves, making him dizzy.
