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UNDER THE OLD OAK TREE
They finally arrived at the church.
Everyone was seated and the service had begun as Jocelyn shuffled down the side aisle to take her seat in her regular spot between Doris Herbertson and Mildred Scattle. Harvey found an out-of-the-way spot, up the back near the door.
Father O'Connor interrupted his sermon and laughed benevolently as she took her seat.
"Now I'm sure I've seen it all," he proclaimed happily in his thick Irish brogue. "In all me twenty years, Jocelyn Handcock, you have never arrived late. Well, your excused young lady!"
The congregation turned to look and there was a groundswell of chortles and giggles at her expense. The old Jocelyn Handcock would have been grinding her teeth and plotting bloody revenge but... well... she didn't feel cranky.
Nobody was more surprised than her when she found herself smiling sweetly back at the handsome priest.
"Oh father," she said, flourishing a hand at him coyly.
Sitting in the front row with all the other old ladies she heard none of Father O'Connor's sermon. Something about immorality or chastity or something. All she could think about was what had happened that morning. Her pussy was still tingling and slippery with his cum.
As the priest droned on she relived Harvey's gigantic cock pumping away inside her like a machine... with sixty-plus years of enforced celibacy driving her, the lust-crazed old woman couldn't wait to get back in the car with the boy. I must have it in me again, she thought to herself. As she contemplated it her insatiable clitoris tingled.
Eventually, she could ignore it no longer and as Father O'Conner talked about the 'evil pleasures of the flesh' she knuckled her pussy through her dress, her hand hidden under her bible. She squirmed so much on the hard timber pew that Doris nudged her.
When the service finally finished, Jocelyn knew she had to attend her bible group or eyebrows would be raised. It was a Sunday institution that she never missed so she had to go and not appear eager to leave. The frustrated old spinster listened with what she hoped passed as interest to the cackling old biddies who, up until an hour or so ago, she'd considered her closest confidants. She responded when her opinion was expected and listened to their endless sermonizing as she always did. But inside she couldn't wait to see Harvey again.
The meeting finally broke up at around 10.30 but she dutifully stayed behind and cleaned up as she always did, washing teacups and stacking chairs. When she finally escaped she all but ran out the door.
To her horror the carpark was empty.
Her stomach fell. All the excitement of the morning evaporated and her insecurities and hatreds filled her like water into a cup.
He's left me here, she thought to herself. He's been disgusted with what we did... of course he would be... a handsome young man like that... why would he want me?... a nasty angry old woman... ugly... fat...
And then she saw the little blue sedan, over where they had had to park because they had arrived so late, and Harvey Besinger waiting patiently holding the passenger door open for her. The beautiful innocent smile that lit up his face as she approached brought tears to her eyes.
Overcome with emotion she didn't say anything as they started the journey home.
Her quietness naturally made Harvey assume he'd done something wrong but he had no idea what it could be.
"Are you okay Miss Handcock?" he ventured in a small voice. "I'm really very sorry if I've..."
"Don't be stupid," she said, looking out the window, "Stupid boy..."
Harvey shut up like he'd been slapped. Now it was his turn for insecurities. He felt the blush rising up his neck, warming his face. She's regretting what we did, he thought to himself. She thinks I'm some sort of pervert... a sicko... I probably hurt her... she'll tell my folks...
The silence grew, neither sure how to break it. They were a pair of innocents, completely at a loss with even the most basic of social graces. They cast quick pensive looks at each other as they drove along, trying to work out what to do next.
Jocelyn noticed the embarrassed red blush on his handsome young face...
...Harvey saw the muddy tear tracks on her lightly powdered cheeks...
All the while the turnoff to their special private grotto was approaching. Three more hairpin bends... two more...
As Harvey carefully directed to the car around the last turn he felt her hand on his lap.
So nothing needed to be said in the end - a life lesson learned for the two novices.
No other cars were coming as Harvey turned off the road and for a second time that day they drove the unkept goat track, through the bushes, and into the little natural park.
Harvey parked as before and helped Ms. Handcock out of "the stupid car seat not meant for normal people..." and in moments the young boy and the old woman were leaning against the side of the car, kissing in the warm sunshine. Long open-mouthed slobbery kisses, their tongues intertwined, tasting the inside of each other mouths.
Jocelyn felt down between his legs for the large firm outline of Harvey's huge cock. She squeezed it through his dress pants and moaned into his mouth...
"Mmmmm... oh yesss... that lovely big one..."
"I... I... have a b... b... blanket Miss Handcock," he gasped. "Here... in the trunk..."
"Well, get it boy... don't fuss..."
Harvey retrieved the red check travel blanket from the boot of his mother's car and spread it out on the soft green grass under a big old oak tree. Its long shady boughs dominated the clearing and cast dappled sunlight over them as they kissed like sweethearts, like Romeo and Juliette or Antony and Cleopatra or Beyoncé and Jay-Z.
And as they kissed they took off their clothes, feverish hands looking for clasps or buttons...
He helped her pull her dress up over her head, leaving her in her underwear like a Rubens model, her bizarre bullet bra, her wide hips and granny panties pulled up over her plump round belly, her old brown stockings and garters on her heavy varicose thighs...
...she undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, kicking off her black leather pumps...
...he kissed her neck as his shaking fingers unclasped the bra, catching the mountains of soft flesh as they spilled out. He suckled on her nipples, biting on the long thick rubbery knobs...
"Mmmm... ohhh yesss boy..." How she did love having her nipples bitten...
...he rolled on his back to pull his pants down and she groped his huge hard dick through his underwear, her hands creeping inside to grasp the tight buns of his ass that she loved so much...
Harvey stood up to take off his white wide-front underpants and then stood over the old woman naked, his huge hard cock towering up over her like a crane on a highrise building.
