(This is a story about a very sexy 65-year-old woman sexually dominating a young man. It has scenes of facesitting, oral slavery, foot worship, enforced cum eating and sharing and other delights – which the young man comes to enjoy very much!)
Madison Millstone was home early from work, taking the afternoon off, a beautiful day and one she planned to spend on the beach near her home, relaxing.
She worked hard at her real estate job, the single woman rarely taking any time off and giving little thought to retirement. She loved her work, but realized at age 65, she needed to slow things down just a little.
That age had seemed old to her, when she was much younger, but didn't now. Madison was a stunning beauty for her age, in incredible shape owing to regular exercise and good eating habits.
She had shoulder length, silky silver hair, bountiful breasts gone a bit saggy with age with a cleavage of alluring wrinkles, but blessed with long, very shapely tanned legs and a slim waist. She still garnered looks from men. Of all ages.
Particularly the young ones. Which she found most appealing of all.
She pulled her car into the garage and walked inside in her tight red top with a v-neck exposing her luscious bosom and short, snug leopard-print skirt that came a few inches above her knees, accentuating her firm bare legs, from the muscular old calves to her very firm thighs.
She was just about to go upstairs and slip into her bathing suit, when her cell phone rang.
She looked at it, not recognizing the number. She groaned and debated answering it, fearing it was a client wanting to see a house and fouling up her free afternoon in the sun. But she took it anyway, clicking to accept the call.
She didn't have a chance to say hello, before a voice growled: "Hiya sexy bitch, what're ya wearing?"
Madison had gotten her share of such calls in her life, crank calls, obscene calls that were more annoying than scary, usually dumb kids trying to be funny. She hadn't gotten one in awhile, thinking them a thing of the past. She held the phone out and looked at the number again, and put it back to her ear.
"Huh?" she said in a nondescript voice.
"Don't play coy with me, baby, what're you wearing? Somethin' hot and short? Fuck, Lindsay, I can't wait to get there, so glad your old granny is gone all day! Can't wait to make you suck my cock, bitch!"
Madison's mouth dropped open, anger welling inside her.
Lindsay was her granddaughter, an 18-year-old high school senior. The caller, whose voice she now recognized, was Billy, her age, in her class and her latest boyfriend - and apparently a horny, dominant one at that. It dawned on her that her phone number was practically identical to Lindsay's and that Billy thought he was calling her.
She could gruffly identify herself, she thought, address this situation, one where the young couple was planning a tryst at her otherwise unoccupied house, figuring she was working all day as usual, and set the record straight.
Or not.
Her pussy tingled. She'd met Billy, liked him, found him rather sexy for a 19-year-old, though small and scrawny. She knew she should stop this right now, but right now her own horniness was taking over. Plus, there was this matter of him calling her granddaughter 'bitch' and demanding a blow job.
This simply would not do. She was a tough broad, dominant by nature and broaching no fools gladly, traits that made her a very successful businesswoman. No, this would simply not do at all.
"Mmmm," Madison cooed into the phone, disguising her voice in a sultry tone, hoping it would pass as Lindsay's.
It did.
"Fuck, baby, just pullin' in....and gonna pull into YOU soon!"
She peeked out the window. Billy's car rolled into the driveway of the big house isolated in this section of town, no other houses in sight.
"Where's your car?" he asked.
"Garage," Madison hissed soft and low.
"Smart move, bitch...fuck baby, I'm gonna get naked before I come in, you better be ready to such this big cock, you got that?" he snarled.
"MMM-HMMM!" Madison growled, hiding her anger and looking out as Billy tore his clothes off and jumped out of the car, cell phone in hand.
"Get ready to spread those gorgeous legs, bitch!" he barked into the phone.
She gasped as he ran up the steps, his tiny hard cock bobbing from his shaved crotch. She giggled at the size of it, or lack thereof.
"Ready, baby," she hissed into the phone, as the door blasted open and Billy ran in. "But are YOU?"
"FUCK YEAH BITCH I AM..." he shouted into the phone, freezing in his tracks.
There stood the lovely, elegant Mrs. Millstone, leaning against her kitchen counter, head cocked and a disapproving look on her pretty, puckered old face as she held her phone in one hand, the other arm crossed under her ample bosom.
Billy just stared, open mouthed and wide eyed, phone in hand, his tiny dick now shrinking before him to a barely noticeable nub, more like a big thumb than man's cock.
"MRS. MILLSTONE!" he shrieked, covering his shriveling weiner in both hands, one still clutching the cell phone.
"Wrong number, dearie?" she smiled darkly, putting her phone down. "Thought you were talking to Lindsay?"
She let him twist in the wind, delighting in his shame and discomfort, watching him squirm, before speaking again.
"How long?" she snapped.
"What?" he said in a whisper, unable to look at her as she slowly approached, her heeled shoes clacking on the hardwood kitchen floor.
"How long, Billy, how long have you and my granddaughter been...using my house, hmm?" she continued, standing right before him now, the boy practically shivering on this warm afternoon. "Couldn't find anywhere else to...to FUCK? How long?"
"Mrs. Millstone...it's not...I mean not often...just that..." he stammered.
He found himself looking up into her bright green eyes as she cupped his chin in her hand and tilted it up to her face.
"How long?" she asked again.
