I know why you're here, reading this. You saw "GILF" - Grandmothers I'd Like to Fuck - and it intrigued you. You're a younger man, probably in his 20s, yearning for sexual contact with a woman older, much, much older, 30, 40 years older. That's not a question. It's a statement.
You like the maturity we older women bring to the sexual table, the experience, and you're eager to service us. Don't argue, you know it's true or you wouldn't be reading this far.
I know whereof I speak. My name is Maureen, I have dark red hair with graying streaks in it, I'm a very athletic 140 pounds, albeit a bit fleshy in spots, and compact at five foot four. I have very large, very natural tits, fleshy and white and sagging a bit, a slightly puffy belly, a thick protrusion of bushy pubic hair, short, hard legs and gorgeous feet.
I am 65 years old and you want to lick and worship every inch of me. Again, that is not a question.
You are on your knees before me, naturally, eager to service my needs. At the moment, that would be the need to have my feet adored, so I watch as you dip your head down to the floor and pepper my black work shoes, leather of course, with kisses, smacking loudly as you kiss and lick them while I sit back in my business suit, white blouse, black slacks, black trouser socks and those shoes you can't keep your mouth off.
You're doing a fairly decent job for one so young, so I reward you by crossing one leg and dangling a shoe from it, allowing the vapors of a long day at work to rush freely to your nose, and you madly sniff the air, devouring my foot funk. I allow you to slip that shoe off, and the other, holding them to your nose, inhaling deeply, licking the sweat from the insides and relishing the acrid taste. I smile at you, and playfully kick the shoes from your trembling hands.
"Smell my filthy socks," I growl at you, slowly unbuttoning my blouse to reveal my fleshy 38DD tits, warm and inviting, barely contained in my bra. "Pay homage to granny's old nasty feet and socks!"
You groan madly and obey as I hold my feet up and you cup my muscular calves to aim the socked soles into your face, plunging your nose into the moist fabric, sniffing and moaning as the foul fetid aroma fills your existence. You extend your tongue and dare to lap at the socks, tasting the sweaty flavor of a working older woman's feet.
"I didn't say lick, did I?" I snap at you, suddenly slamming my insteps into the sides of your neck, squeezing with my scissoring feet, slowing the blood flow to your pathetic brain. "You're dizzy aren't you, from my compressing your neck in my stinky feet? Then do what you're told and SMELL them!"
I release you and you groggily obey, holding my heels now with trembling hands and running your sniffing nose up and down my soles, like a good doggie, as I wiggle my toes. They need attention, so you put your nose in between each, smelling desperately the foul gritty aroma there.
"Now take my dirty black socks off and bathe my feet," I growl, pulling my big tits out of my bra and tweaking the fat brown nipples as you obey, peeling off the foul fabric and frantically running your disgusting tongue up and down the wrinkled old soles, lavishing them with worshipping attention, tasting the bitter tang of their sweat and filth, lapping eagerly and swallowing whatever sock fuzz and grains of dirt that find their way into your mouth.
"Suck my toes like 10 little cocks," I giggle, hoisting my tits up so I can suckle them, chewing my own nipples. "Go on, you little faggot, suck them! You probably suck dick anyway, don't you?"
I laugh as you nod, red faced, and one by one take each chubby little toe, sweaty and hot, into your mouth, fellating each one wetly, moving to the next, randomly slurping between them in search of more sweat, more grime, that you eat like a hungry man devouring his favorite food. And for now, I am your favorite food.
I slap your face away from my feet and stand up, snapping my fingers at you. You stand, obeying my command to strip me, and you peel off my blouse and slacks and I stand before you, naked, my pale body fleshy and inviting, the funk from my sweaty, hairy pussy wafting up to your sniffing nose. I laugh, sit and spread my ample thighs, the bush parting, oily lips and engorged clit waiting within.
"Make me cum," I growl.
You try, you try so hard, anxiously tonguing through the sweat-matted fur of my cunt, sucking the hairs into your mouth, pulling on them, parting those nasty, long dark pussy lips and bury your face inside, unafraid of the stench contained within, sweat, piss and the remnants of cum from my earlier fucking of my personal trainer at the gym. Oh? You didn't know about that, about Juan, a studly black young man of towering muscle and huge cock, fucking me not 30 minutes ago and cumming three times in my rapacious pussy?
