Erica listened to Amy, her gorgeous teenage granddaughter, once again lament the lack of sexual attention paid her by Jimmy, her boyfriend, a 19-year-old showing typical selfishness toward women. Amy would get him off, she told her grandma, but then leave her hanging, not completing what he started once he was satisfied.
Erica loved lending her grandchildren, and any of their young friends, a helping hand in time of sexual need. She was quite proficient in use of her hands on both males and females, able to get them off in loving ways, using other parts of her very sexy, very well-kept 65-year-old body as needed. The tall, athletic, silver-haired beauty was very much the doting grandmother in so many ways, and in the ways of sexual satisfaction she provided, quite unlike most.
"I just don't know what to do, Grandma," Amy groused on the phone as Erica puttered in her garden, dressed for the hot day in sinfully short cut-off jeans that accentuated her long, muscular legs toned hard from years of exercise. "I mean last night, I know...well, I sucked him off and then he takes me home and that was that. Christ."
Erica smiled. She loved how her grandchildren were so open and honest with her. And as she listened, she knew she could once again lend a helping hand. Or any other body part it would take to train the wayward, selfish Jimmy.
"Where's Jimmy now, honey?" Erica asked.
"Finishing up at work, we have a date tonight," Amy said.
"What's his number?" Erica asked. "I want to have word with that boy."
"Would you, Grandma, would you?" Amy gushed excitedly. "I knew I could count on you!"
Moments later Erica sat in the living room, debating whether to shower or not. She was sweating quite heavily, her silvery hair hanging in wet strands down her pretty, wrinkly face and brushing her shoulders and sagging neck. She smiled and thought not.
"Jimmy? Yes, this is Erica, Amy's grandmother," she said into the phone. "I'd like to see you, I have something I'd like to discuss with you?"
"Really?" the surprised Jimmy answered. "Uh...what?"
"You'll see, son, you'll see," she said with a hint of sternness. "Come now. I know you have a date with my granddaughter in a few hours. This won't take long...too terribly long."
She clicked off the phone and waited, crossing her sexy, tanned legs and looking down their fleshy, muscular length to her hard calves, short, very dirty gray socks and low leather work boots she wore.
"I think I'm more than dressed for the occasion," she sighed to herself, going outside for a few more last-minute gardening chores as she waited.
Twenty minutes later, freshly gleaming with sweat, she heard Jimmy's car in the drive, and went inside to answer the ringing doorbell. The somewhat bewildered boy stood before her, a skinny, curly-haired lad with an uncertain smile.
"Mrs. Allston?" he asked quietly. "You...you wanted to see me?"
"This way," she said plainly, walking away, feeling the boy's eyes burning the back of her sexy old legs and full ass packing her tight shorts.
She sat on the couch, crossing those hard legs and as the boy started to sit in a chair, she stopped him.
"No, stand up if you will, Jimmy," she said sternly.
Jimmy gulped and obeyed.
"Jimmy, Amy tells me you're a bit selfish sexually, that she gets you off, makes you cum if you will, and then you do nothing to reciprocate, is this true?"
Jimmy's eyes went wide, his mouth falling open.
"Uh...uh...well...geez, Mrs. Allston...I mean God...why would she..." he stammered, shifting from foot to foot.
"The point it she did, she did tell me, and we can't have that can we?" Erica said, uncrossing her legs and sitting up straight, pushing to the edge of the sofa. "Jimmy, you must take care of the woman, always, and not be so selfish. And I'm here to show you how."
"You...you what?" he said, eyes widening. "Show me....how? What?"
"You'll see, son, you'll see," she smiled, pulling her wet hair behind her and tying off with elastic, another one around her bony wrist she'd put there earlier for the purpose ahead. "Now, come here...here, Jimmy, here."
She pointed to the spot directly before her as she sat, slightly spreading her granny thighs. He stared unmoving.
"Here, Jimmy," she growled sternly. "Now. I'm not going to bite. Just the opposite, in fact."
Still not knowing what to expect but caught up in the sultry dominance of this rather sexy old lady, Jimmy shuffled forward and stood, looking down into the wrinkled, moist cleavage of a woman 45 years his senior and liking the view, a tapered fold of sexy, saggy flesh and beyond, the creamiest milky white skin the sun had missed.
His cock stiffened in his jeans as he stood inches from Erica as she leaned toward him and stared directly into that thickening bulge, smiling.
"Now, Jimmy, Erica tells me that she often blows you, makes you cum, and you do nothing in return?" she said as Jimmy watched that softly wrinkled mouth form words, he never imagined them saying. "Is this true?"
