Exactly one week after I caught my wife fucking the local Laundromat owner, I moved in to a shitty 2 bedroom place in a shitty part of town. Exactly one week after I paid my first alimony check, I moved into a shittier place in a shittier part of town. Forget about the wrong side, this place was virtually ON the tracks.
Still, it was close to work, so I saved money on the commute, and I could come home for lunch if money was really tight. And I must admit, the landlady was good for my ego.
Mrs. Feeny was 58, a widow who would be divorced herself if her husband had lived long enough. At 23 years older than me she was literally old enough to be my mother. She'd been a looker in her time if the photos she showed me were anything to go by. Her figure still held hints of its former bombshell glory. Her hair was still a dark chestnut, though she freely admitted it was no longer her natural color. Yeah, Mrs. Feeny was still a sight for sore eyes like mine, so when I'd been there for a couple of months and she came right out and offered to let me fuck her in lieu of a week's rent, I damn well almost took her up on the offer.
I did turn her down, though. Mostly out of my own pride more than anything else. I didn't want to be the kind of guy who did that sort of thing rather than pay his way in life. But she'd said it again; when I made mention that my sister's birthday present had left me a bit short. And then again last week, when I told her about my car needing a service.
I was pretty sure she wasn't kidding.
"I'm not so broke that I'd take advantage of you like that, Mrs. Feeny." I had told her last week.
"It's Liza, as I've told you a million times." she replied "And it's not taking advantage if I offer!"
I suppose it shouldn't have been a surprise then, when Mrs. Feeny didn't come down at 7pm to collect the rent as she'd said she would. After all, how better to get me up to her place?
"Hello Axel," she purred "I was just on my way down to see you."
"Dressed like that?" I asked, looking straight down her almost-entirely-open robe.
"Why not?" she replied, "The offer is still open, you know."
"Mrs. Feeny," I started, then corrected myself: "Liza..."
"Yes?" She breathed the word like an old-time movie vixen.
"I'm not going to sleep with you in exchange for the rent." I said, handing her the envelope that contained this week's payment. "I'm just not like that."
Her face fell a little. I hadn't insulted her, just disappointed her, I guess. Maybe the thought of being able to get a younger guy in bed was what made her feel sexy. And what the hell? She was sexy and I was horny.
Like I said, what the hell?
"But that doesn't mean I don't want to sleep with you at all!" I finished.
Liza's face lit up like a little kid's on Christmas morning. Without a word she simply opened the door wide and let me in. I slipped my arms around her ample waist and my tongue into her mouth. She dropped the envelope on the floor and shrugged out of the top half of her robe.
I couldn't help but stare. Her tits were fantastic. Double-D's easily, maybe E's. Which I had noticed previously, obviously, but now I could see that gravity had hardly been a factor in all her years. Liza noticed me looking. Her rose-colored nipples were hard and pointing almost directly outwards.
"Like 'em? They're all mine." she said, cupping a breast in each hand. "I did have them lifted a little a few years back, though."
"Fantastic." I said. And I meant it.
I replaced her hands with mine and buried my face in her cleavage. Her skin was maybe not as smooth as it might once have been, but those tits more than made up for it. She moaned a little as I took a nipple in my teeth, then between my lips, sucking hard. I moved a hand towards the sash of her robe, only to find her hand already there, working at the loose knot. The robe swished open between us. I held her at arm's length to look at her properly. The hourglass was still there. The former blonde bombshell could still pack a wallop.
Her panties were a light pink. Bigger than the modern style, maybe. A full brief. But still lacy and feminine. Still sexy. And, looking closer -- as I did while she lead me to the bedroom -- a little moist.
"I didn't figure you'd want to do this, unless there was some...incentive." Liza admitted as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Look at you!" I said, smiling, "That's incentive enough."
She smiled too. "I'd ask if you meant that," she said reaching out to me. I slipped my t-shirt over my head as she ran a hand over my crotch. "but it looks like this is my answer."
Quickly and easily, Liza released my hard cock from my jeans. The look on her face was almost one of greed, but I only saw it for a second because in that time her head was in my lap and her mouth covered my cock. I ran a hand through her hair and used the other to drop my jeans to the floor.