Welcome back to the continuing adventures at Shady Waters Hotel. In this chapter Alison watches her big brother getting seduced by a kooky curvaceous old woman. If you enjoy mature themes this chapter is for you. All the characters in these stories are consenting adults over the age of 18.
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A week or so went by.
George began to put his plan for Alison into operation - starting with getting her on the Pill. As it took a week to take effect, birth control was a priority.
He stole the big box of birth control his wife kept in their medicine cabinet. There was enough there to keep Alison protected for ages.
There's no chance Petunia is ever gonna need them, he thought cruelly. Nobody's ever gonna get that drink slut pregnant.
Every day after school he gave Alison a little white pill with orange juice. He might be shooting blanks but, if he wanted to watch the little slut with other men, he was going to want to avoid unwanted pregnancies. The men he was going to get to fuck her wouldn't care.
He considered himself a standup gentleman for taking this into consideration. That he was using the lovely young teen never entered his egotistical head.
Over the years of his sad little life, George's ability to feel affection for anyone but himself had all but disappeared. These days all he thought about was his own pleasure and where it was coming from next. He saw Alison as his to use as he saw fit. He had no concept of her feelings at all and the trusting young girl's devotion to him meant nothing.
It's my responsibility to keep her safe he thought generously. I'm gonna take good care of her.
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BARBRA ETHEREGE
While George was making his plans, young Orville Coleman was in George's apartment screwing his unconscious wife... on his sofa... in his bed... on the carpet... even George's dining table got a workout now and again.
Every afternoon when he got home from school, Orville would hunt around to find the drunk MILF who was usually passed out somewhere in the hotel foyer. If anyone noticed him, it looked like Orville was being a Good Samaritan, helping the unconscious Petunia Carter find her way home. In reality, when he got her into the privacy of the Carter's apartment, he'd fuck her senseless!
Bizarrely, even though the young man was violating her horribly, he had grown to think of Petunia as the love of his life... which in a way I suppose she was. She wasn't aware of what he was doing but, as depraved sickos go, he was quite considerate. He gave the busty MILF many lovely orgasms at the end of his big thick knob, his talented dexterous fingers, and his clever probing tongue.
When he'd had done his dirty deed - fucking Mrs Carter and filling her womb with cum, he'd clean her up as best he could, make sure she was comfortable, and leave the apartment, closing the door behind.
And that would have been that for another day except, every afternoon, as regular as clockwork, there she'd be... waiting across the hallway... old Barbra Etherege... lurking in the doorway of her apartment.
The first few times he saw her standing there he was filled with dread. He was sure she was going to bust him... tell his mom and Mr Carter... maybe even the cops! But nothing ever happened and, as she was there every day, he got used to it and stopped panicking.
In fact, he started to look forward to seeing her. The plump old lady was always in a state of semi-undress that the horny teenager could appreciate... like a tasty dessert after a big meal.
They even began to exchange a wave and a pleasant greeting...
"Good afternoon Mrs Etherege, love the outfit..."
"Thank you young Orville," she'd say, brazen as a five-dollar whore. "I'm glad you like it."
Sometimes she'd be wearing a lounge robe or a kimono that she'd tie up in the fleshy crush between her plump belly and her pendulous bowling ball breasts. This would show off her incredible cleavage like a long deep white valley down her front...
Sometimes she might show up in a housecoat or a dressing gown... even a bright yellow raincoat, loose and open, inviting the young man to try and visualize her big naked body in the dark folds. He could usually search out the white slope of her boobs and the bulging luxury of her stomach. Then he'd peer inside, his eyes sweeping up her legs, over her upper thighs... trying to see her old shadowy cunt under her overhanging belly...
He'd also seen her in different combinations of lingerie... scanty bits of nothing of which she seemed to have an inexhaustible supply... every color of the rainbow... frills, lace, garters, and full French knickers that he thought made her plump old body more naked than being actually naked.
Barbra Etherege had lived alone ever for twenty years, ever since her Dear Frank had passed away. Now she was older and fatter and sex-starved to the point of nuttiness.
Her potent libido sent her on long frustrating searches looking for a man to fuck her... any man... as long as he had a hard dick. Unfortunately, the only males who seemed interested in her these days had one foot in the grave themselves, decrepit old men who were looking for a 'companion'.
That was not at all what Barbra wanted. Her taste was for a virile youngster who wanted lots of sex, thank you very much.
Always inclined to be a little plump Barbra had become quite thick-set in her later years. It wasn't loose wattly fat... there weren't lags of skin hanging down or folds where sweat and food would catch... but she was definitely a solid woman, full-figured and curvaceous. Her old lady hips and ass were ample and the spare tire she carried around her middle was big enough for her breasts to sit on... big ponderous bowling ball boobs that sat comfortably on her belly.
In the middle of each tremendous tit were large, perfectly circular, saucer-sized areola, and in the center of each of these big plum-colored plates were unusually large coral-colored nipples! When she was naked they looked at you like a pair of large pink eyes... and her belly button was just like the little pursed mouth...
Like a lot of big women, she was fanatical about keeping her nails and toenails perfectly manicured. Her fingers were covered in rings of all different shapes and stones... rubies, emeralds, diamonds... and her pink nail polish matched her toenails. She also died her hair. What would naturally have been quite gray was a much too modern auburn color that she kept long and wavy over her shoulders. Like so many plump women she took good care of the physical attributes she had control over in the misplaced belief that people would overlook their bulk and concentrate on her perfect nails and immaculate hair.
For all that negative stuff, the rotund old woman was much more attractive than she thought she was.
If you like old ladies who are big and round and buxom, Barbra Etherege was the poster model. There's something about older ladies like her... she seemed to ooze decadence and her desperation for cock seemed to radiate off her. And who doesn't like that?
She'd have been absolutely flabbergasted if she'd realized how many men gave her second looks or how many silent hidden hours George Carter spent jerking off over her voluptuous old body... especially when she was soaping up her big boobs in the shower... or when she masturbated.
Barbra had more dildos and vibrating toys than a sex shop! Ever since her husband passed away she diddled herself morning noon and night with one (often two or three) of her collection of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs. DILDOS-R-US, the adult megastore in the city, considered her a VIP customer.
When she was taking her quality personal time... her glorious naked body writhing in pleasure on her big lonely bed, a big toy buried in her big meaty cunt, made George cum every time.
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BLACKMAIL
From the moment she saw young Orville Coleman step out of the lift, carrying the unconscious Petunia Carter so effortlessly, the buxom 68 year old developed a powerful crush on the big handsome lad. She knew immediately what he was up to and the thought of what he was doing to that woman behind closed doors made her deliciously wet.
Orville became her go-to fantasy all through her prolonged and frequent sessions of self-love. Humping some monstrous latex cock, maybe maneuverer a little vibrator over her sensitive clitoris at the same time, she'd dream about him...
He's fucking her, she'd think lustily. That gorgeous boy is fucking the landlord's drunk wife!
On one particular afternoon, when she intercepted Orville in the hallway, Barbra was wearing a pale pink camisole - a translucent wrap, that hung off her gigantic boobs like a wispy transparent tent. Orville could plainly see the globular shape of her huge udders through the sheer pink material... the long sagging cleavage and the owl's eye nipples on the end that seemed to look at him...
"Hello Orville," she croaked, waving from the doorway. "Have you got a moment dear boy?"
Barbra had no illusions about her chances of tempting the young man. She figured she couldn't compete with Mrs Carter... even wearing her sexiest shortest negligee. The only way to get young Orville into her apartment was to trick him, something the old woman did well. There was nothing Barbra enjoyed more than intrigue and blackmail.
Orville approached the busty old woman warily. As always Mrs Etherege was smoking, puffing away on the lingering butt of a cigarette. Holding the dwindling little white tube between her thumb and forefinger, her old lips and eyes crinkled into fine creases as she drew the smoke back into her lungs.
"I've been meaning to catch up with you for ages dear," she said in her deep raspy smoker's voice. "I just wanted to tell you that I think you're a very gallant young man."
She turned away briefly to squash the butt out in an ashtray in an alcove by her door flashing Orville her huge round butt...
"Taking it upon yourself to look after poor drunk Petunia like you do," she continued. "It's really very noble you know... quite... quite... What's the word I'm looking for dear?...Heroic!"
Orville felt himself flushing. "Thank... thank you, Mrs Etherege... it's no big deal..."
The old lady was wearing some alluring scent that he found enticing despite himself, and he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her magnificent tits. Her big nipples and areola were like headlights... and he was the young dear caught in her high beams.
"Oh, now you're being modest aren't you sweetheart?"
With surprising reflexes for such an old fat lady, her hand shot out like a striking snake and grabbed his hand. She held it in both of hers like old women do, squeezing slightly... drawing him closer to her. Her warm creased palms felt nice and warm... her ringed fingers intertwined with his... Orville felt his cock hardening...
"I've seen you dear," she said huskily. "I've watched you carry her home every afternoon... and then you stay. You stay a long time don't you dear? What are you doing in there all that time?"
The old granny was looking Orville right in the eye, her scrunched-up old face was very serious. Her hand was like a vice now...
"I... I... what... what do you mean? I was just... making sure she's comfortable... you know..."
He wanted to take his hand back and run but she held on tight... drawing him closer till she was pressing his hand against her breast. His cock was trying to get out of his pants...
