ANNIVERSARY
When their anniversary rolls around Harvey always buys his wife lingerie.
Jocelyn would get him sensible socks and jocks, or a year diary, or a new backpack for college, or something else equally practical because in many ways she treated him like a child who would never think to get those things himself.
Harvey on the other hand, always got Jocelyn lingerie. He figured it was a gift they could both enjoy.
Early on the morning of their special day, when breakfast was cleared away, Harvey presented Jocelyn with a large white shopping bag.
"Happy Anniversary Mrs Besinger," he said, smiling his biggest dearest smile that always melted the old lady's heart.
"What's this you've brought me boy?" asked Jocelyn excitedly, even though she knew exactly what it was. Jocelyn with presents was like a little girl at Christmas time. She could barely contain herself.
"It's just a little gift ma'am," he said, smiling indulgently. "A token of what you mean to me..."
Shaking with excitement she put the stiff glossy bag down on the dining table and looked inside.
"Is it another bodysuit boy?" she rasped. "I like them... or is it that purple corset you showed me? ...the one with the garter belt built in?"
Standing close behind her, Harvey kissed the old lady warmly on the neck as her eager hands withdrew a big flat box wrapped in pink and white striped paper and tied with a big pink bow.
"Nope... not this time," he laughed as he nibbled her ear. "It's none of them things."
"Those," she said absently. "Those things."
"Those things," he mumbled under his breath, his cock hardening into the cleft of her huge arse.
"I bet it's a hotsy totsy nightie... one of those negligees you were looking at on the interweb..."
"Ha! You got it Mrs Besinger," he said. "How'd you know?"
"I saw you looking... stroking that big wang of yours..."
Harvey laughed some more. "You're too smart for me Mrs Besinger," he said not the least bit embarrassed. Harvey jerked off all the time. His lovely old wife loved watching the sperm shoot out...
There was a card under the ribbon that had a picture of a man and a woman kissing on the front. Jocelyn read it aloud...
"To my dearest Mrs Besinger," she rasped in her coarse old lady voice. "Thank you for all you have done for me. I owe everything to you. You make me complete. Never a day or an hour or minute goes by when you are not in my thoughts. I love you forever. Harvey. xxxxx"
The depths of Harvey's affection for her never ceased to amaze Jocelyn. For most of her life she'd had no one. Now she had this wonderful boy...
Jocelyn felt tears in her eyes.
Turning to face him she blessed him with that rare wide smile that made her look twenty years younger. "You're very sweet boy," she said in her gravely old voice. "I love you too."
The slim handsome boy took the rubenesque old lady in his arms and she melted against him. For a moment they kissed like teenage lovers in the backseat of his father's car.
All Harvey had on was a pair of striped long-leg pyjama bottoms. His upper body was bare, firm and muscular. Jocelyn could feel his giant hard cock, poking out of his pyjama bottoms and in between her legs, pressing the light cotton of her long floral nightgown into her big meaty cunt...
She put her tongue into his mouth and his delved into hers... kissing her handsome young husband was always so nice.
Harvey was actually not quite that young anymore. He'd said goodbye to his teens three years ago. At twenty-two he was a college man now, a youthful-looking 'med' student studying for his degree. His sharp handsome features, big dreamy brown eyes, and slim muscular body made him a very enticing bit of eye candy to the pretty young co-eds and the female lecturers.
But no matter how much they flirted and teased and threw themselves at him, Harvey just wasn't interested. He was a one-woman man.
Of course, there were others, Mona Slevinskiy for one. He fucked that beautiful MILF all the time, but that was for Mrs Besinger's benefit, not his own. His wonderful old wife loved watching him fuck other women. Of course fucking Mona wasn't a chore, but other women meant nothing to him. For Harvey, there was nobody but his Mrs Besinger.
Jocelyn wasn't young by any stretch of the imagination. She was an old woman whose teenage years were a distant memory. Her face was getting a little more saggy as the years progressed. There were more wrinkles and lines... some skin blemishes and unsightly veins... and she was a little more overweight... not like she was fat or anything but she did have a belly that sagged a little.
But for a woman of seventy-nine she was still in robust good health. She was a big woman and stood straight and strong. She had no ailments, which was astounding at her age. No blood pressure issues, no elevated sugar, or dodgy bowel movements.
Her advanced age had left Jocelyn a curvaceous pear-shaped old goddess with a beautiful big butt and wonderful big tits that certain discerning men found very attractive. Her 44k bust was immense... gigantic breasts that sagged down over her belly unless they were held up in a bra.
Unfortunately for those gents, she was also faithful.
Before her virile young lover and his huge cock she'd been a virgin - she used to think she was the oldest virgin ever - and that wasn't for lack of desire. She just couldn't get a man. Masturbation was the only relief for the driving lust she felt. The long thick long baptismal candle that still sat on the mantle used to get a regular workout.
And even know, with her young stud fucking her all the time, she still fantasised about cocks... imagining lots of men fucking her at the same time... one in her cunt... one in her arse and another in her mouth...
But these were only horny wet dreams. Harvey was the best. Why should she want any of the rest?
I'm going to fuck him so good, she thought giddily as they slobbered their mouths together. Her old legs were getting wobbly when they came up for air.
The busty old woman began tearing at the beautifully wrapped package, frustratedly grunting at the big pink bow that refused to undo...
Harvey knew how much Jocelyn loved presents. He couldn't wait to see her reaction. He'd spent a lot of time choosing it... prowling through sale catalogues of busty women in all sorts of sexy lingerie... jerking off and imagining his lovely old woman wearing them...
Under the glossy stripped wrapping paper was a shiny black box and printed on the lid in large pink script were the words; COCO DE MER (couture lingerie).
With shaking excited hands the old lady removed the lid, folded the white tissue paper back, and with a happy gasp, revealed a slinky pool of lacy black and red satin.
Gazing at it with delight, her wrinkled old face split into a wide grin.
"It must've cost you a fortune, stupid boy," she said lovingly as her fingers ran deliciously over the silky puddle. "Probably won't fit..."
"I wanted to get you something nice Mrs Besinger", said Harvey breathlessly. "Will you put it on for me ma'am?" asked.
