Theresa Wilson pulled into her driveway, gathered her belongings from her day at the beach, and walked into the small, modest home where she lived alone.
She felt a dollop of moisture gather at the entrance to her luscious old ass. It made her smile. And that much more horny recalling its origin.
Mrs. Wilson, 65, had just sucked and fucked young Tyler Bradman in the water at the beach. It was a couple weeks earlier when the 19-year-old had cut her lawn with the promise of earning $20 for the job. She balked at paying - in cash, saying she didn't have the money when the work was done.
She instead paid him with a scorching blowjob, gobbling his cum down a scant 20 seconds after she began. She'd also forced him to lick her hairy pussy to her satisfaction, before riding his ever-hard young dick to another grinding orgasm for them both.
She'd sent him on his way, promising to be in touch. And making him wait weeks for the privilege, before sucking him off at the beach, then swimming to an offshore raft and taking him up her tight old ass. The remnants of that fucking now oozing out of her rectal ring and pooling in her thong bikini bottom.
"Such a good boy," she mused to herself.
It was at the beach that Tyler's girlfriend, Rachel, had showed up, just as they were returning from their thundering tryst on the raft, none the wiser for what had happened. Mrs. Wilson parlayed Tyler's profound discomfort into getting them to agree to come to her house later, and collect on the money she owed him.
Rachel was delighted. She and Tyler were going to the movies that night and could use the money. And now, as Mrs. Wilson took a hot shower, hungrily fingering her asshole clean of Tyler's seed while digging her other hand into her soapy, hairy cunt, she couldn't wait for them to arrive.
Across town, Tyler showed up at Rachel's, after cleaning up at home. He knocked and the dark-haired girl answered with a beaming smile - and wearing a very tight top over her ample chest and down below, a sinfully short and snug pair of fashionable short shorts.
Her legs were thick and shapely and tight. And all he could do was think of Mrs. Wilson's older legs, slightly wrinkled, somewhat skinny and powerfully strong, recalling how she'd scissored his head in them as he ate her.
"You look great, honey!" Tyler warbled weakly, trying to shake the comparison in his mind.
"Thanks," she cooed, dashing down the walk to his car, his gaze fixed to that incredible ass packed into those shorts. "Let's go!"
They made small talk on the way to Mrs. Wilson's, Tyler's eyes unable to look away from his beautiful young girlfriend.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Tyler, geez!" Rachel laughed as Tyler corrected his driving after nearly veering into oncoming traffic. "Maybe I shouldn't have worn shorts so short, huh?"
"No, no, God, no, I LOVE those!" he groaned, running a hand up the nearest thigh, thick and smooth, his cock aching despite two ball-draining orgasms Mrs. Wilson had provided earlier.
"Later, baby," she cooed, slapping his hand away.
"R..Really?" he croaked, anxious to consummate their relationship, something Rachel had been teasing him with in their short dating tenure.
"Really, baby," she sighed, winking at him. "Ya never know. Tonight could be the night."
"Oh, shit," he mumbled to himself, forcing his eyes away and focusing on the road.
They pulled into Mrs. Wilson's driveway. Tyler was nervous, looking at the lawn he'd cut a couple weeks ago and up at the house where the sex-crazed older woman had sucked and fucked him blind. His nervousness showed.
"You OK, Tyler?" Rachel asked, before slipping out of the car.
"Yeah, yeah, it's nothing, just thinking...her lawn, probably needs mowing again, I guess," he stammered.
They went up to the door. Mrs. Wilson was waiting, smiling - and wearing a brutally short pair of shorts of her own. They weren't as tight as Rachel's, but insanely sexy nonetheless, a slightly billowing pair of red nylon running shorts that exposed much of the length of the beaming woman's sinewy, lean legs that were nut brown from the sun. They flexed in defined muscle as she swung the door open, holding it there with one foot.
"Come on in, kids!"
"Uh...I thought maybe...the money...I mean, we have the movie..." he mumbled, trying not to look at the sexy old woman with her silvery hair in a ponytail and a snug white t-shirt hugging her braless chest.
"We have time, Tyler, jeez, movie doesn't start for over an hour, come on!" Rachel said, walking inside.
Tyler walked in, past Mrs. Wilson who mischievously cupped his young ass as he passed. He yelped.
"What's that?" Rachel said, turning.
"Nothing, just a...little cramp...in my foot, that's all.." he stammered.
They went into the living room, after Mrs. Wilson gave Rachel a short tour of her small house, and then sat on the couch. The older woman fetched a tray of lemonade, and sat down with them to drink it. She was on one side of Tyler, Rachel on the other, the boy breaking a sweat on this rather cool early evening.
"Rachel, you keep yourself in great shape, I must say, but you're young, it must come easy," Mrs. Wilson said, crossing her legs, drawing Tyler's sidelong glance at the thigh nearest him pumped and creased with muscle as she bounced the top leg. "Do you run or something?"
"Yes, yes I do, a lot," Rachel said proudly. "I guess my legs are my best feature, I work hard to keep 'em strong!"
"Strong legs are wonderful, aren't they Tyler?" Mrs. Wilson cooed, sipping her drink and looking at the nervous boy next to her. "I run, too, and walk a lot, though God knows my legs aren't nearly as spectacular as yours young lady!"
"Oh, nonsense, you have great legs, for someone..." Rachel said, halting.
"My age?" Mrs. Wilson laughed, tilting her head back and baring that fleshy throat Tyler loved, the skin warm and creased and so sexy.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean..." Rachel said contritely.
"It's OK, honey, it's OK," Mrs. Wilson laughed, looking down at her tanned pipes and running her hands slowly up and down her luscious thighs. "Hey, these old legs aren't bad for a 65-year-old, huh?"
"Get OUT, 65?" Rachel said, astonished. "God, Mrs. Wilson, my grandma is that age, younger even, and her legs are nowhere as beautiful as yours!"
"I like you, Rachel, ya know that?" Mrs. Wilson smiled. "Yeah, I guess my legs are ok for an old gal..."
"Seriously OK, Mrs. Wilson, I mean you can't help but notice that those calves of yours are pretty amazing," Rachel said.
"These little ol' calves?" she laughed, putting her feet flat on the floor and curling her toes, which in turn balled up her long, slender calves into fiercely bunched bulges of muscle.
