The Old Woman

How would you like oral sex from an elderly lady? It's not for everyone, sure, but I went there in a pretty big way.

I was in first year at an all-boys' college, a private one though not high-class. You were expected to do Community Service, after classes, but it was either that or troop around as a military cadet. We went off in pairs or groups or sometimes singly, to do good deeds, cleaning up in parks or along creeks etc. or fixing stuff for old people living alone. I was sent to Mrs Talbot's place with another boy, both of us healthy young bucks. The house and yard were quite a mess so there'd be work ahead for some time. But the other kid never made it past the first visit (expelled after trying to steal college laptops and stuff). I was asked if I wanted a new helper but I said no, since there was no telling who I'd get.

Evelyn Talbot was a funny old thing, that was clear from the start: a narrow face ravaged by time, but her eyes -- brown, but so dark they were almost black -- seemed to burn darkly; there was plenty of life left in her. The elderly tend to get fat or thin, she was the second kind; under her dresses there was only a wisp of a body.

One day -- just after my 19th birthday, though she didn't know that -- she had me in her kitchen fixing the lock on her window. I felt light, fleeting touches on my ass. Once or twice, sure, an accident, but it kept happening... wtf? When I turned around she was close behind me, looking down at the floor. When I turned back to the window the touches began again.

In those days my hormones had a way of surging and honestly that was all it took to get me rock hard. So I made a certain hormone-driven decision, I said look Mrs Talbot I think I have a food stain on the front of my pants could you check and she went along with my honestly pretty thin ruse. I sat on a kitchen chair and she brought up a stool and sat in front of me (too arthritic to kneel) and gave my groin some close loving attention, stroking the fabric of my jeans until (it didn't take long) a wet patch appeared. Impatiently, I unbuckled my belt.

We were consenting adults.

She stared, she stroked, tugged and lightly squeezed. I knew what was coming, though not sure that she did, but soon I blew all over her face (and I was glad she didn't wear glasses). She just left it there for I think about five to seven seconds, then slowly wiped it off. Then she smiled, like she was quietly laughing at herself. She looked up at me like I was Jesus or something. All this, while she still held my cock, flaccid but still enlarged, in one thin withered hand. Her eyes went down to me and she brought out a tissue to wipe my tip. Which she then kissed. Then she looked away and talked quietly about getting her dinner on and how my mother would be expecting me home.

I stood, hitched myself into place, and helped her get up. The feeling going through my body was better than anything ever. Suddenly it was like I loved this thin little woman. I slowly came up to her from behind and put my arms around her, holding her arms in. She subsided, waiting for me to do whatever I would do. I rested my chin on the top of her head (she was that short). I put my big hands on her frail old shoulders. Then I swept one hand over her chest.

"Nothing there," she said softly. True, she was flat as a tack. But she said it in the gentle tones of a long-term lover. "It's all about you," she said, moving her own hands back onto my waist and hips. She turned around to me and nestled her head into my chest. This was so incredibly hot! She quickly reached down again and touched me, discovered I was hardening up a second time. She pulled away and told me I should go home. At her front door I gave her a clumsy kiss on the cheek, which got no response.

Back at my place it was hard to believe that everyone in my family was just doing their normal things -- hard to believe that no-one had the slightest idea of what had just happened to me. My mother asked about the community service and I told her about fixing the window lock etcetera.