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Then his cock was in Fran's mouth. Not all of it; at least not yet. First one, then two inches. Ten minutes later, she had almost four inches in her mouth and was sliding her lips up and down. Slowly at first, just like when she was jerking him off.

All the while she was looking Kevin in the eyes. Her eyes were sparkling, and she seemed to have a smile on her face.

Of course, she was smiling. A nineteen-year-old boy was allowing her, sixty-plus-year-old Fran McComber, the pleasure of his cock. She'd overheard women in the ladies' room call it a stiffy, hard-on, ramrod, boner, chubby, whatever, all she knew was that Kevin's cock was excited by what her lips, tongue and mouth were doing to it.

Her friend Connie wasn't wrong when she said that she loved blowjobs. Fran was finding out that she did, too. Now, to feel Kevin fill her mouth. She bobbed up and down faster and faster. "Come on, baby, give it to me; let me taste it," she thought to herself.

It wasn't her first blowjob, but it was the best. Not what she did, Kevin's reaction. No cock throbbed liked his; she could feel it pulsing against her lips and then she could feel the explosion in her mouth.

Followed by the taste. Within seconds Fran knew that a young man's cum tasted far better than any of those old men she'd done at those Chicago conventions. On top of that, the noises Kevin made when he shot were music to her ears. She could make a young man do that. PERFECT!!!!

"Fran that was the most amazing thing. I loved it; thank you."

She wiped her mouth on her arm. "Kevin, you have the most amazing cock. When you're ready, I'd like to do that again." She was thinking it would take a while. Usually at the drive-in, she'd jerk him off twice, once during each movie.

"You really want to ummmm, give me another blowjob?"

"Anytime, Kevin, Now, rest. Let me know when you're ready for more." She kissed his cockhead.

It was just over an hour later. "Ummmm, Fran, I think I'm ready for more of the things your mouth did to me, if it's okay?"

"Oh Kevin, it's always okay. My mouth is always ready for your marvelous cock."

Whenever they were together over the next month, Kevin wanted a blowjob, and all Fran wanted to do was blow him. Twice sometimes three times a night; three or four nights a week. Afterall, he was eighteen.

Fran found her womanly juices dripping down her thighs while she was on her knees, and she discovered why her friend Connie's lips were always raw.

It wasn't that Kevin got tired of getting his cock sucked, it's just that he wanted to learn more about sex. "Fran," he asked one afternoon, after she'd just finished him in her mouth, "do guys really eat pussy?"

She was thinking, Kevin really doesn't want to eat my old pussy, does he?" It had been since that black guy, Jimmy Highsmith. Jimmy claimed he'd never eaten white pussy, Damn, he couldn't get enough, but now there was Kevin, who was really just a boy.

"Some men do; would you like to try it?"

"Would I? You bet, thank you, Fran. You know I've never done that. You'll have to tell me how."

Kevin Conroy didn't hesitate, but compared to Jimmy Highsmith, he wasn't very good. He had no idea where his tongue belonged. Over the next few weeks, Fran guided and explained. It took him a while. She remembered he was a slow learner in school.

However, he was if nothing else, enthusiastic. As soon as they were alone in her lake cottage, "Fran, all I've thought about was eating your pussy. You know it's so sweet. Can I, can I, please?"

Women of any age would be thrilled that a man begged to eat them. For Fran, almost sixty to have a nineteen-year-old boy begging to eat her was a thrill like no other. Within minutes, she was naked in bed with her legs spread. She no longer thought about how her old body looked or how her old pussy smelled. All she thought about was that young Kevin couldn't get enough of it.

On this particular night, Kevin ate and ate. He'd improved dramatically. Her orgasms came in waves. She was loud, but the cottage was isolated. No one heard her delightful screams of joy. Whenever Kevin came up for air, she pushed his head down. "One more time, Kevin, please."

Now it was Fran who was begging. For Kevin, there couldn't possibly be anything better. He ate almost until dawn. By then, "Kevin, your face looks like the delicious glazed donuts sold at the Hooker Lake General Store."

"Only you're more delicious. Can I eat your delicious pussy again?"

Fran had an idea. "You should rest; let me do all the work." It wasn't something she'd thought of; it was spontaneous. With Kevin on his back, she rolled on top of him, and rubbed her pussy, or as Kevin said, her delicious pussy, all over his face.

Her hands were on the headboard; her old, saggy tits hanging down as she rocked back and forth.

Kevin thought that getting smothered by pussy was the greatest thing ever.

It took a while, but Fran learned to make herself cum like that.

A month later, Kevin explained to his parents that although he liked working on the farm, a friend told him there was an old lady who could use some help at her cottage on Hooker Lake. "You know, painting, carpentry work, taking care of her lawn, stuff like that."

There were blowjobs, and Kevin lost his virginity, but their preferred way was pussy smothering, with Fran's hands on the headboard; her saggy, old tits hanging down as she rubbed her pussy all over his face, making herself cum time and time again.

When they needed a break, Fran would get off of Kevin and lick her juices off his face. A face that looked like the glazed donuts at the Hooker Lake General Store. "Only more delicious," he reminded her.

Usually, a blowjob followed. "My God, Kevin, there couldn't be a harder cock in the whole United States."

"Like I said, that's from eating your delicious pussy."

For the next ten years, their relationship continued until Fran felt like she was getting too old and insisted that she'd had enough.

Kevin's parents passed on, leaving the farm to him. He moved back to the farm, but every few days checked in on her.

One day when he arrived, there was a beautiful young woman at Fran's lake cottage. "Hi, I'm Aunt Frances' niece. I was named after her. My name is Frannie; I'm going to stay with her and help out."

"I'm Kevin Conroy."

"I know. Auntie told me all about you. Would you like to go to the drive-in over on Lake Geneva Saturday night?"

THE END

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