Tommy pulled into the driveway around six o'clock, seeing his Aunt Cora's car in the driveway and feeling his dick twitch in his pants. That morning, he'd helped himself to the sexy 70-year-old's filthy workout socks and sneakers, dumping a load in one sneaker and wiping it up with her stinky socks.
Little did he know what awaited him inside: Cora and her 63-year-old sexy sister, Liz, had secretly filmed what he'd done. Inside, they waited, smiling, having just returned from a hardcore gym workout, their lithe, GILF bodies pumped with sexy elderly muscle, their feet, socks and panties soaked with sweat.
"Hey, Aunt Cora, Granny Liz!" he announced brightly, eyeing the sexy sisters up and down in their super short gym shorts, sexy little white socks and sneakers, including Cora's sneakers, one of which he'd shot a load into about 12 hours earlier, making his cock throb just thinking about that sneaker being on her sexy, nasty old foot.
"Tommy," Cora said sweetly. "Come in, we've prepared you a very special meal!"
Tommy grinned as they led him to the dining room, where at the table was one place setting and on it, a silver serving dome over a big plate. He smiled at each of the women as they stood on either side of him.
"This is in honor of a very special boy with a very special preference," Liz said, putting her hands on Tommy's shoulders.
"You see, Tommy, we had an idea about your, uh, special needs, so we took matters into our own hands," Cora said mysteriously, Tommy's smile waning, replaced by confusion. "Or should we say feet...and pussies...and assholes!"
Tommy's face went white, as it snapped toward the table where Cora dramatically lifted off the silver dome with an enthusiastic "TA-DA!"
There before him was a huge mound of Cora's and Liz's soiled panties and socks, and on either side, one each of their very grimy workout sneakers. He looked at it, then back at them, frantically.
"It's not..it's not what you think, Aunt Cora...granny..." he stammered.
"Oh really?" Cora laughed, putting the dome aside and reaching for the back of Tommy's head. "Would you like to see the video we took this morning?"
"Video...what do you...."
He never finished. Cora's strong hand shoved him forward, face first into the moist, stinky pile of socks and panties, all of it filthy, a week's worth of laundry, some of it Liz's, some that Cora had brought along to wash at her sister's house. The smell was instant and brutally intense as Cora held his moaning face to it, the stench wet and raw, clinging to his face, a mix of funky sweat, pussy smell, cheese, piss and poo. He struggled to free himself but his grandmother stood behind him, hammerlocking his arms painfully up his back until he screamed in pain, the sudden inhalation filling his nose and lungs with a deep breath full of granny funk and fumes.
"Stop please!" he bellowed into the foul pile of old-lady underthings, the reality of his fantasy coming to smelly life in a way he'd never imagined. "I'm sorry! Please stop!"
"Stop?" Cora laughed. "Honey, we've only just begun."
She held him there, forcing his mouth into the mound until he grew dizzy from lack of oxygen and went slack in his grandmother's hands. The ladies laughed, pulling his face from the pile; the still moist sock he'd wiped his cum up with earlier was sticking out of his mouth.
"Perfect!" Cora laughed, jamming the wet cum sock farther into his mouth, making him taste it. "I saved that one just for you, put it in a baggie to keep it fresh! How's that cum taste, boy? I figured if that sock was good enough to clean your load with, it's good enough for you to clean in your dirty little mouth now!"
She scraped the sock inside his mouth for a minute, then pulled it out, yanking the groggy boy to his feet, saying, "I think the little perve likes it, sis!"
"Let's see," Liz said, coming around the front of him and palming the thick cock in his jeans. "Damn, you're right, the little shit's got a boner already!"
"Good, that'll serve us well, honey," Cora laughed.
She stood him up and snaked a saggy, wrinkled but very strong arm around his neck, clamping on a tight headlock, cinching it tight and making his face turn blue in her grip. She easily waltzed him to the living room where she let him go, reached behind her and snap-mared him across the room where he landed on his ass, sitting there groggy, torn by mixed the mixed emotions of his very dreams coming true tempered by the harsh reality of the pain, humiliation and olfactory overload it was presenting..
"Betcha didn't know your granny and I were pretty hot wrestlers in our day," Cora laughed as Liz scurried to sit behind the stunned boy and wrap her deeply tanned, freckled arms around him for a sleeper hold at the same time she snapped her sinewy old legs around his sides for a rib-bending bodyscissors, making him howl in pain. "We'd beat up the boys all the time!"
"Mmmm, he's so ready," Liz laughed, crushing Tommy in her surprisingly strong thighs, the muscles rippling beneath silky tanned skin. "I feel his cock at my feet!"
She kicked off her sneakers and rubbed her locked feet into Tommy's crotch, making him moan in pleasure and pain as she jerked him through his jeans and applied pressure on his ribs with her old thighs at the same time. Cora laughed, picked up one of the sneakers and jammed it into Tommy's moaning face.
"Sniff it," she barked, twisting it until his nose and mouth popped inside the filthy, sweat-soaked sneaker. "Sniff your granny's filthy foot stink!"
He obeyed, groggy with pain, humiliation and pleasure now as he inhaled Liz's foul footwear. Cora laughed, then stepped back to let Liz work her arms and legs on the subjugated teen until he was nearly passing out.
"Think he's ready for more feeding," Cora growled, stripping off her clothes, treating the boy to the sight of her deliciously wrinkled, sagging arms and legs, puffy belly and full, sweat-matted silver bush. She knelt before him with her filthy white socks in her hands, smiling at the boy moaning in her kid sister's powerful scissors and arms.
"Eat up," she snarled, stuffing both socks into his mouth and then showing him her soiled panty, stained yellow and brown in the crotch. "And smell this!"
She rammed the panty into his nose, and the stench was thick, powerful and overwhelming, way more than Tommy had bargained for. His eyes shot open at the putrid aroma and he struggled to keep Cora from ramming the soiled part of the panty into his nostrils, but couldn't fight her off. Now it was stuck in his nose and he had to breathe as best he could through that, his mouth was plugged with his aunt's disgusting socks.
"We'll let that stew in there for a few minutes," she laughed, pulling up a chair before Tommy who was slack now in his grandmother's crushing arms and thighs.
Moments later, she pulled the panty from his nose and socks from his mouth then held up her grimy old feet before his face. The stink hit him right away as she wiggled her long, bony toes, the soles glistening with sweat, the balls and heels of her feet calloused and yellow from age.
"Lick," she ordered him, pressing her filthy feet to his face.
As bad as it smelled and tasted, Tommy got caught up in the submission of giving in to his sexy old aunt, lapping madly up and down her filthy, wet soles, tonguing each delicious fold and wrinkle, and then working between her spread toes, ingesting the grit and dirt there, sucking each nasty long toe into his mouth, moaning madly and thrusting his cock into Liz's feet that remained locked on his crotch.
"Damn, the boy loves your stink, sis!" Liz groaned, stroking his cock with her locked feet. "Ramp it up a little, give him something worse!"
Cora laughed and shooed her sister off the boy, sitting behind him now to scissor his ribs in her legs, the thick wrinkled flesh of her thighs growing tight from the muscles tensed beneath. She scooped her left arm around his head for a reverse headlock, her very sweaty, very smell armpit right at his nose and mouth. He screamed at the stink invasion but Cora just squeezed harder.
"Pretty ripe, huh?" she giggled. "Get licking, boy, suck the sweat from Auntie's filthy armpit!"
Tommy did, willingly and reluctantly all at once, tasting the bitter sweat in his mouth, running his tongue over the flesh, and feeling his aunt pump her naked, nasty feet on his dick, pounding the calloused heels into his tender balls, making him yelp in delicious pain.
"Damn, he's still hard as a rock!" she laughed.