My Older Neighbour Gertie

Tuesday and Wednesday I settled into a more normal routine. The 'For Sale' sign went up outside Gertie's house.

I resigned myself to the fact that I probably wouldn't see her again. We'd had an ideal arrangement. No chance of arousing suspicion, neither from the neighbour's nor my wife Jane.

I was just a kind neighbour helping out an elderly couple. After her husband Fred passed, I was kindly helping out his elderly widow.

After the arrival of my daughter Emily two years prior, my wife had pretty much lost interest in the sexual side of our marriage. It was a difficult birth, a very long labour with stitches and bruising. She desperately wanted to breastfeed, but Emily was a difficult baby to latch on to her nipples. That made her feel a failure and stressed her out.

Jane became very tired and absorbed in being a mother and was often too tired to make love. We did it every couple of months, but I needed more.

To begin with I used my hand. My masturbation fantasies often revolved around my early sexual experiences. One was with May, an old lady that lived next door to my grandma.

She seduced me by exposing herself to me. I visited her whenever I knew my grandma would be out. She taught me a lot about how to please a woman. It went on for three years.

A few months after I started fucking May I started getting lewd thoughts about Joyce, a middle-aged woman that lived opposite my mum when I was living at home. We ended up fucking in my mum's house.

The house was empty when my parents went to visit relatives in Australia. Joyce came over when I was moving mail and watering plants. We fucked one day a week until my parents returned three months later.

Then not long after we moved from Nottingham to Loughborough, Gertie the old lady across the road started to enter my masturbation fantasies. You know the rest.

I'd be seeing Mabel, Gertie's elderly friend, on Thursday, so I resisted the urge to masturbate. I also resisted thinking about Saturday with Gertie's fifty-eight-year-old daughter Julie.

Julie was hiring a van to completely empty Gertie's house, it was agreed with Jane that I would help Julie. I was looking forward to being alone with her.

I came to realise my attraction for Julie was especially strong because she reminded me so much of my mother. It shocked me at first, when I realised that deep down I was harbouring a desire to have sex with my mother. I knew that when I fucked Julie again I would imagine she was my mum.

Whether I'd ever pluck up the courage to explore that further with my mum, I didn't know. However, it was around that time that I started to think about possible scenarios to seduce her.

*****

On Monday in Preston...

Julie picked up Gertie who was waiting outside the post office, "I don't believe it!" said Julie, "You said two possibles?"

"Yes, I didn't think I was going to find anyone at first. I had to be a bit of a slut exposing myself, but thanks to David telling me to do it with the removal men I wasn't nervous. I knew there was a fair chance it would work, and it did!"

"Go on, tell me more!"

"One's more of a definite, as he's told me he wants me, but I'm not sure yet. His name's Barry, middle-aged, he works in the charity shop."

"What does he look like?"

"He reminded me of Ken Barlow from Coronation Street."

"And the other?"

Gertie smiled, "Do you need anything for your garden?"

"Can't think of anything."

"Something, anything, ideally something heavy"

"Well I suppose I could get some bags of compost, the rotted horse manure can sometimes be a bit strong for some of my beds, so I mix it with compost."

"Good, drive to the garden centre at the end of the high street, park in their car park and follow my lead. Undo a few blouse buttons as well, show a lot of cleavage."

Julie drove to the car park. Gavin was still working at the front. She parked the car and they got out.

Gertie marched back up the ramp, Julie followed. When Gertie got to the top of the ramp, she checked to see if the coast was clear and put her foot up on the bottom rail again. Her knee was splayed out even more than last time. She also hitched her skirt up a little, to give him a better view of her lady garden.

"Hello Gav, it's me again."

He looked up, his eyes went straight to her exposed pussy, "Oh, hi, er... Gertie isn't it?"

"Correct, this is my daughter Julie."

Gavin didn't realise she wasn't alone, Julie was slightly behind her mum. He tore his eyes away from Gertie's exposed cunt, "Oh, I'm sorry, hello Julie, I didn't see you there."

"Obviously not, I could see you were distracted." she said with a smile.

He thought, "Fucking hell! She caught me looking up her mum's skirt, and she's not angry with me!"

He noticed Julie was quite fit. Nice dark brown, long, wavy hair, nice rounded figure, and a nice, big pair of tits by the look of it. In fact Gertie had the same nice tits as well. His eyes hadn't wandered in that direction until then.

"We need your help Gav, could you load some bags of compost into our car please?" asked Gertie.

"Sure." he said standing up and brushing soil off his hands on the legs of his jeans that now had an obvious bulge. Both ladies noticed it, "Follow me, which one is your car?"

"That old Volvo." said Julie, pointing it out.

Her blouse was unbuttoned such that the tops of her lacy bra cups were visible, her magnificent breasts curving into the cups. Gavin didn't fail to notice, Julie saw him looking.

He led them to an area where there were stacks of bags containing compost, gravel, sand etc.

"I won't be long, wait here I'll go and get a trolley."

As he turned a corner Julie said, "Oh, he'll do nicely mum, good find."

"Which compost do you want?" asked Gertie.

"I usually buy those." Julie pointed them out.

With walls of large, rectangular polythene bags stacked around them, they were relatively secluded, provided that nobody else wandered down among the piles of bags.

Gertie walked over and sat on some bags near to the ones Julie pointed out. She checked to see if anyone was about then she spread her knees wide apart and hitched up her skirt, "How's this?"

"A bit wanton, but you'll get his attention."

"You get your tits out of your bra cups, keep your nipples covered for now and your blouse buttons undone ready to flash him."

A minute later Gavin returned. His eyes went straight to Gertie's pussy.

"What do you think?" said Gertie, her hand stroking her inner thigh.

He looked around nervously.

"Don't worry I've checked, nobody can see us." assured Gertie.

He glanced at Julie who was stood with her arms folded. She smiled, he then felt he was on safe ground. He also really fancied Julie.

"It's lovely." he croaked.

"What about Julie's tits?"

He looked at them and Julie opened her blouse wide, giving him an unrestricted view of her bare boobs, her nipples were very erect. She wiggled slightly to make them bounce.

"Oh wow! I don't get it though, why me, what...?"

"What do we want?" said Gertie.

"Yeah, I don't get it, I mean nothing like this ever happens to me."

"Well you're helping us, so we want to help you. We're both very oversexed and horny. Would you like to fuck us both, regularly?"

"Oh wow, yes, I would yes, but where, when?"

"Not here obviously. Do you deliver?"

"Yes, there's a small delivery charge though."

"That's OK, deliver some of those, please." said Gertie, pointing out the compost.

"Do you know the stables just outside the village on the left-hand side of the road?" cut in Julie.

"Yeah, when do you want them delivering, how many bags?"

"When do you finish work?"

"Six o'clock."

"Can you deliver six bags after work tomorrow?"

Gertie glared at Julie, "Tomorrow?" she mouthed, Julie ignored her.

"Yeah, the company pickup is mine to drive, you just need to pay at the shop." he wrote out a ticket.

"To keep you going you can feel Julie's tits if you want, she'll let you." encouraged Gertie.

Julie opened her blouse again for him. He nervously cupped her breasts with his rough hands, feeling their warmth and weight. Julie loved having her tits felt by such an eager young man. He groaned inwardly.

"And if your hands were clean you could finger my fanny, so I guess you'll have to make do with your mouth. Just a quick taste mind." Gertie leaned back on the compost bags and lifted her skirt.

He furtively glanced around to make sure the coast was still clear then, like a shot, he knelt down and pushed his face between Gertie's legs. His tongue ploughed a furrow through her slit then he sucked her labia into his mouth.

"Oh my!" gasped Gertie.

Gavin couldn't believe his luck, the old lady's cunt was lovely. Her daughter's tits were fantastic. He pushed his tongue into the old lady's hole and tongue-fucked her, this made Gertie squirm. With his fingers he parted her folds and moved his head away to focus his eyes on her fanny.

It looked so erotic. Just like the young women's cunts in his wank magazines, if it wasn't for the fact her hairs were grey. He could see her open vagina, ready to take his cock. He was very hard, but it wasn't to be, at least not then. Gertie pushed him away, "Help me up please."

Gavin took her hands and helped her up.

"Was that nice?" asked Gertie.

"Yes it was, very nice." he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

Gertie checked around, "Still nobody about, quick, get it out."

He struggled to release his cock, it was quite thick, about six inches long with a shiny taut head. Gertie started to stroke him, he felt very hard, she nodded towards Julie's tits. Julie opened her blouse again and moved in close.

"Suck 'em." commanded Gertie.

Gavin clamped his mouth over one of Julie's erect nipples. Julie pressed him to her, her soft tit-flesh smothering him. He groaned feeling her erect nipple in his mouth.

After a few more strokes of Gertie's hand his spunk started spurting. Five or six powerful ejaculations shot into the air, followed by some dribbles. The final dribble hanging down and stretching towards the ground. His legs were shaking.

Gertie shook the last strand of cum from his engorged cock then licked and sucked all trace of him from her hand. His eyes opened wide at that. Julie re-confined her boobs out of sight and buttoned up her blouse. Gavin managed to put himself away and zip himself up.

"Don't wank yourself off between now and tomorrow." said Gertie "We want as much of your young cum inside or over us as possible."

She turned and went to the shop to pay for the compost and arrange delivery. Julie kissed him on the cheek and followed her, squeezing his bum before she left.

He just stood there transfixed. "This just doesn't happen. Not to me anyway. Fucking hell!" he thought. He made a mental note to wash his hands before delivering the compost.

Driving home Gertie said, "Why did you say tomorrow and not today?"

"Have you seen my granny knickers mother? I'd be ashamed for him to see me in them."

"Well thank you!" said Gertie, her feathers ruffled.

"Don't be like that, come on. He'll expect to see you wearing granny knickers. That'll be part of the turn-on for him, but hopefully not me."

Gertie just glared at her.

"When I'm your age mum I'll wear what you wear, for comfort. That's what I have been wearing all the time I've been on my own. Not now, not in front of a young man like Gav. So I'm going shopping tomorrow, to one of those sex shops.

I'll get some really sexy clothing. You can come with me if you want." said Julie, hoping her mum would say no. She wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible in the store.

"No, thank you." said Gertie, "I'll be fine in my granny knickers."

Julie laughed, Gertie started smiling.

Gavin arrived on the Tuesday at ten past six, they heard his pickup pull up. Julie went out to meet him.

"I'll show you where to stack them." follow me.

He jumped out of the pickup and followed her, or rather, he followed her arse as she walked behind the stables.

"Just drop them there, then come over to the house." she felt the front of his jeans and squeezed his cock as she said it. He was already rock-hard. She was looking forward to this.

He went back to his pickup and drove it behind the stables. He unloaded, left the truck where it was, and walked to the house. The door was ajar, he knocked on it and called, "Hello?"

"Come in Gav."

Gertie was sat at the kitchen table, naked under her dressing gown. Julie was upstairs getting changed into one of her outfits. She'd spent a fortune.

"Sit down Gav, we need to have a talk first."

He sat down, looking a little apprehensive.

"Are you married or anything?"

"What me? No."

"Have you got a girlfriend?"

"No, not at the moment."

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty."

"Do you still live at home?"

"Yeah, there's just me and my mum. Dad left when I was a kid."

"The thing is Gav, you can't tell anyone about what we do here. Not your mates and not your mum. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, of course, I won't say anything."

"Probably not to your mum, but young men are apt to brag to their mates. Perhaps not about shagging an old lady like me, but certainly a woman like Julie."

"I won't, I promise."

"Good. So old ladies turn you on?"

"I didn't think they would, but when I saw your, you know."

"My cunt?"

"Oh yeah, it made me hard, and I wanted to touch it."

"And fuck it?"

"Yeah."

"What do you think of Julie?"

"I think she's gorgeous."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, no way."

"How many girls or women have you fucked?"

"Four."

"Well by the time you go home today it will be six."

They heard the stairs creak and Julie call, "Mum, can I borrow you for a minute?"

"You wait there." said Gertie.

When Julie was in the store she was spoiled for choice. What especially excited her were the dominatrix outfits. She purchased a selection. The thought of dominating the young man, bending him to her desires turned her on.

She didn't need any canes, whips, or paddles. She had a fair selection of riding crops at home. Although something called a flogger looked interesting, she bought that.

Gertie saw she was wearing black silk stockings and black, fuck-me boots, suspenders, but no knickers.

"Lace me up mum."

She was wearing a black, leather basque that didn't actually cover her boobs. It pulled in her midriff, cupped the bottom and sides of her breasts, and pushed them up and out. Gertie laced her in tightly. It accentuated her charms and gave her a fantastic hourglass figure, "He's going to love you in this." she whispered.

Gertie went back to Gavin. He was still sat where she'd left him. She stood in front of him, "Are your hands clean?"

He showed her, they were, he'd worn gloves to unload the compost bags.

Gertie opened her gown, "Well in that case you can suck my tits, and you can finger my fanny. If you want."

"Oh yeah."

Gavin moved the chair closer and he latched onto Gertie's prominent, large nipple. His hand went tentatively to her pussy, cupping it in his palm at first. He could feel her nipple firming up in his mouth.

Then probing with his middle finger he found the entrance to her vagina. He was surprised how lubricated she was. He'd always thought old women would be dry. (KY gel was something he'd not yet heard of.)

He inserted two fingers, also surprised that Gertie's vagina gripped his fingers. He was going to enjoy putting his cock inside her.

The stairs started creaking again followed by the clack, clack, clack of Julie's heels on the tile floor. His face was still buried into Gertie's breast.

Julie looked like a sex goddess, she held one of her riding crops. Thwack! She whipped the crop against the side of her boot to get his attention, closed her eyes, and winced in pain.

"Fuck! That stung." she thought, making a mental note to be less dramatic next time.

"And just what do think you're doing to my mother young man?"

He brought his face away from Gertie's bosom, leaving an erect nipple, shining wetly, covered in his saliva, "She... she said I could."

"Show me your hands, are they clean?"

He showed her his hands, one of them with shining wet fingers from being inside her old mother's cunt.

"Almost passable."

She rested the end of the crop under Gavin's chin. She applied upward pressure with the crop under his chin to make him stand upright, "We need to get you showered. Strip!"

Gavin wasted no time removing his clothes, "Shit what have I got myself into with her?" he thought.

He stood there in a pathetic stooped posture, he needn't have felt pathetic. He had an impressive muscular physique. Good muscle definition and hardly an ounce of fat. His cock was rigid, pointing to the ceiling. If he'd had the balls, he could have easily turned the tables on Julie. He didn't have the experience to know that.

Julie was enjoying this, she could feel herself getting very wet. Not just at the sight of his ripped body, also the sense of power over him. She touched the crop on the bottom of his scrotum. He flinched as it made contact.

She traced the tip of the crop up the length of his shaft. He looked very apprehensive. She pushed his cock to bend it to the left, then to the right. When she removed the crop, it sprang to point vertically again. He was wary of what she might do, his nerves were taut.

He was uncut, but his foreskin had fully retracted. The skin of his glans was shiny due to his cock being so engorged. She walked behind him, he started to turn, "Face forwards!" snapped Julie. He whipped his head back and stood to attention. She was loving it.

His tight bum was gorgeous, Julie stroked it and mouthed, "Wow!" at Gertie, Gertie just smiled and nodded. Gavin started turn his head again, to see what was going on. Big mistake.

Thwack! He grimaced, and looked ahead, but he didn't make a sound.

"I. Said. Face. Forwards." said Julie sternly, her mouth close to his ear. Then she bit his earlobe. That sent tingles down his body,

A red stripe started to appear on his white bum, his eyes were tightly closed.

"Follow my mother." commanded Julie.

There was a guest room on the ground floor with a large en-suite and walk-in shower. Gavin followed Gertie into the bathroom. Gertie removed her gown and hung it on the door.

Gavin was fascinated with her body, he'd never seen a naked old lady before. He desperately wanted to feel and suck her tits again.

He could see Julie in the mirror standing behind him, that made him nervous. The thing was though, she looked so hot. What with the two of them, his cock was painfully erect.

Gertie adjusted the temperature of the water.

"Get under the shower." ordered Julie.

He wondered if he would wash Gertie, or she would wash him. Gertie stood there with a sponge and soap. Due to his over-thinking he hesitated. He didn't get under the shower and just stood there.

Thwack!

"Argh!" he wasn't silent that time, that was harder than the last. He now had a criss-crossing stripe on his backside. This was making him feel humiliated, but he was still harder than he could ever remember.

"I said get under the shower. You need to be washed before you can fuck us."

He trotted pathetically to stand under the shower. That stroke from the crop really stung, but the thought of fucking them both made it worthwhile.

"Arms up." commanded Julie.

He raised his arms without any hesitation.

Gertie washed under his arms, over his arms, his hands, chest, and belly. He watched the water running over, and dripping from the old woman's breasts.

"Come round this side of him mother."

"And you Gavin, hands on the wall."

He did as he was told. Gertie washed his back.

"Legs apart."

He spread his legs.

"Bend over."