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"Mr. Matland, I look at you and I see a boy. It's been ages for me, but what I'm playing with belongs to a man."

Shocked, stunned, surprised. "Mrs. Hutman . . ."

"Gloria. My name is Gloria, and you are definitely a man, Mr. Matland,"

"It's Seth." She may have been an old lady, but my twenty-two-year-old cock couldn't tell the difference between a college girl's hand and Mrs. Hutman's. I was hard in no time.

"You're as hard as my cast-iron skillet, and much more fun to handle," she laughed, snuggled closer and kissed me on the cheek while sliding her hand up and down my cock. It was out of my pjs by now.

When I say snuggled closer, Mrs. Hutman had her head resting on my chest with her hand under the blankets. "Mr. Matland, Seth. I hope you understand this is such a treat for me, and with the snowstorm, we have all day. Would you mind terribly if I gave it a kiss? Please."

You've all heard that fucking is like riding a bike. You never forget how. Well, apparently so is sucking a cock, and in her prime, Mrs. Hutman must have been very talented; very, very talented.

Not that I had a lot of experience with blowjobs; including Samantha and Elizabeth, I could count on one hand the number of girls who'd sucked my cock.

None of them were like Gloria Hutman. Under the blankets, I couldn't see her, but I could feel her mouth, tongue and lips, and I could hear her. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," she sucked.

She was relentless; there was no quit in her. Once in a while Mrs. Hutman took it out and I heard her, "thank you, Mr. Matland. Thank you so much."

Only one other girl had ever thanked me for letting her suck my cock. It was in college and her name was Esther. Esther something. Anyhow, Esther said, "Seth, I can't afford to get pregnant. I hope you're not disappointed." We only went out that one time, and when she finished, "Seth, thank you. Getting pregnant wouldn't just ruin my life. My father would kill me."

I always wondered what her father's reaction would be if he found out that his darling little Esther was giving blowjobs. The way Esther blew me, it wasn't her first rodeo; if ya' know what I mean. She was a master cocksucker. Daddy would have been so proud. NOT!!!!

Anyhow, Mrs. Hutman sucked and sucked. She sucked like she hadn't sucked a cock in decades and was starving. Mrs. Hutman sucked like it might be the last cock she ever sucked. When she finished; swallowing it all, I might add, she crawled up and rested on my chest. "Thank you, Seth. I think it's got a lot warmer in here, and I have to say I'd forgotten how good a man tasted." There was that giggle again.

She fell asleep; I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was still snowing. I tried calling the offices again, but there was still no answer. Mrs. Hutman was awake. "Seth, I'm ready for more. Are you?"

"Um-mmm, I-I . . ."

"Of course you are. You're what twenty-one?"

"Twenty-two."

"I'll be right back. Start thinking about what I did to you earlier." I heard her go upstairs.

I did. Start thinking about it, I mean. I was thinking that I'd let a woman as old if not older than my grandmother blow me. My cock could not have shrunk any smaller.

By the time Mrs. Hutman came back, you'd have thought I'd stuck my cock in a bucket of ice water.

That didn't last too long. Mrs. Hutman crawled in bed and immediately her hand went to my pajama bottoms. "Seth, I had so much fun; but now I need more."

I started thinking. Thinking that Mrs. Hutman gave me a better blowjob than Elizabeth, Samantha, Esther or any of the other girls who'd sucked my cock. "Ya' know Seth, you should take these off. It'll make things a lot easier."

Mrs. Hutman helped me out of my bottoms. "That's better." Her hand went back to my cock. "Seth, I had such a good time blowing you." She giggled. "I'll bet you never heard your grandmother talk about blowjobs."

No, I hadn't.

"But Seth, I want more. I need more. The last time I got fucked you were in diapers. When I went upstairs, I got some slippery stuff. I'm going to need it for your big cock." She giggled again, "I'll bet you never heard your grandmother say fuck."

No, I hadn't. I couldn't even picture my grandmother fucking.

Then Mrs. Hutman was rubbing that KY-Jelly up and down my cock. "My puss is going to need some, too."

Among the many surprises I'd experienced this morning, the next was beyond my comprehension. Mrs. Hutman hiked up her flannel nightgown and mounted me. Mounted me like a jockey on a racehorse.

To be honest, with the girls I'd fucked, I was always on top. "Don't worry Seth, I'll be gentle."

She wasn't. The lubricant helped, and soon she was impaled on my cock. "Hmmmmm, Seth, there's nothing like your young cock. Thank you." Mrs. Hutman started to bounce on it. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh."

I was just along for the ride. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhh. I know they're no longer pretty, but it's getting warm in here."

She pulled that nightie over her head. Between my eyes adjusting to the darkness and the light from the fireplace, I was staring at her huge, sagging boobs. "At one time, men told me they were beautiful. They said I had gorgeous titties. Play with them, Seth."

Seeing her naked wasn't pretty, but my cock kept telling my brain that the fucking was grand.

I felt up her tits. They were almost as big as Elizabeth Rossiter's except they were much softer and almost hung to her waist as she continued to bounce on my cock. "Ahhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhh."

After that first time; the blowjob, it took me a long time to cum with Mrs. Hutman riding my cock. When I did, Mrs. Hutman had another surprise for me. She got off me and put it in her mouth. My cum, her pussy juice and the lubricant all mixed together. "Thank you, Mr. Matland. You might want to know that I need that KY-Jelly when I use my toy. He's not as big as you, but with his batteries he can keep going longer than any man I've ever known." She swiped her arm across her mouth. "You were yummy."

Actually, I didn't want to know. So far, I'd had a blowjob and been fucked by a sixty-five-year-old woman. That was enough surprises for not just a day, but a lifetime.

She wasn't done yet. Mrs. Hutman got off me. "Want to see?"

I wasn't sure what she meant.

When she'd gone upstairs, not only did she get the lube, but her toy as well. At the time, I'd never heard of such a thing. I'd never heard the word dildo. The next thing I knew, she was on her back and I could hear the sound of her toy. Bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzz. "Seth, your cock felt so good. I don't want it to end."

Mrs. Hutman was on top of the bed, naked, and she was pushing that dildo in and out of her pussy. It wasn't a pretty sight. Bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzz. "Usually, I use my friend here on my clitoris and make myself scream with joy, but after having your big cock in there, I just need to fuck myself. I hope you don't mind." Bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzz.

Well, I did mind. I minded watching this old lady; as old as grandmother masturbating in front of me. She must have read my mind. "Seth, think of it as me fucking myself, waiting for you to be ready to fuck me again. My puss is getting so juicy, your big cock will just slip in. Are you ready yet?"

"Ummmmmm, I think it'll be another hour or so." I mean she'd just dismounted me fifteen or twenty minutes ago. I'd just cum fifteen or twenty minutes ago.

While still masturbating, Mrs. Hutman started laughing. ‘Seth, are you saying my old puss wore you out. Wait until I tell those old ladies at the Senior Citizens' Center that I wore out a teenage boy. They'll have a heart attack," she laughed.

"Mrs. Hutman, I'm twenty-two."

"Oh, Seth, let me embellish a little. They'll never know. Now, you get some rest, you're going to need it. I'm going to play for a while. Bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzz.

Her moans were like a lullaby. I must have slept an hour. "You're a wake and just in time, the batteries are starting to wear down. Why don't you get on top of me, Seth?"

I know what you're thinking, it was one thing for sixty-five-year-old Gloria Hutman to blow me and then fuck me, it was another for me to fuck her.

I'm twenty-two and in bed with a naked woman. Pussy is pussy. Besides, I was lying there listening to her toy and her moans; my cock was starting to get hard.

I rolled on top of her and my cock was like a magnet; like a laser-guided missile, it found its way. I'd never felt a pussy hole so wet. In no time I felt that warmth around my cock.

"Seth, you don't have to take it slow. Did you know that some men call a puss a saddle?"

I'd never heard it called that, but in college Elaine Muscowitz's bare pussy intrigued me. I guess it kind of looked like a saddle. I have to admit, eating Elaine's bare pussy was a treat.

Mrs. Hutman continued, "think of my puss as an old leather saddle; a comfortable saddle. It's been ridden a lot of miles. You can ride it as hard as you want. You won't hurt me. In fact, like in the old westerns where the cowboy rides his horse hard; that's how I like it. Ride me hard."

She started to move beneath me, and didn't stop. The moaning and sighing that she'd been doing when she was masturbating became even louder.

Just like when Mrs. Hutman was on top, riding my cock, she was fucking me; I wasn't fucking her. I think I was trying to convince myself that I wasn't fucking an old lady. "C'mon, Seth, bang my puss. Give it to me good."

Just like when I was here the last time and MaryLynn and Tom were fucking, the bed was squeaking and moving on the hardwood floor. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh Seth. Your cock is so much better and so much bigger than my toy. Keep fucking Mrs. Hutman's old puss."

Since this morning, Mrs. Hutman had given me a blowjob and fucked me while on top. This would be the third time within a few hours. It took forever; and the way she was moving, I was certain I was going to quit before she did. "Come for me, Seth. Let me feel your big, throbbing cock fill my puss."

"Thank you, Seth. Stranded in the snowstorm isn't all that bad, is it?" There was that laugh again. "I have to admit that I hope it takes a few days for them to get the power back on and the roads cleared."

"Mrs. Hutman, I have to go to work."

"Last I looked, the roads still haven't been plowed and of course, we still don't have electricity. Now, I'm a bed and breakfast place, but I'm sure you're going to want dinner. Besides, you're going to need your strength. As for me, it won't be long before I'll be hungry for more of your cock."

She got out of bed; naked. As you might expect, she wasn't very attractive; wrinkles, her fat ass jiggling, those massive titties bouncing, but I have to admit, she looked a lot better than she did the first time I saw her with her nightgown off. That's my cock talking.

"You get some sleep while I make dinner."

Later that evening, Mrs. Hutman insisted on sleeping with me. "Seth, your room has the fireplace, and I'll do my best to keep you warm." She laughed, "I think another blowjob will help."

It was magical. You‘d find it hard to believe but Mrs. Hutman sucked my cock like young Esther back in college. Let me amend that, if Esther was a 10 as a cocksucker, Mrs. Hutman was a 12; maybe a 13. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm," she sucked and sucked.

I don't think there was much cum, but Mrs. Hutman swallowed it all. "Thank you, Seth. I'll sleep like a baby, now."

She slept on my chest; one hand on my dead cock.

I was anxious to get home in the morning or at least to my office.

TO BE CONTINUED

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