Neighbor lady
Mrs Scott was an elderly friend of my mothers. Theyve been friends since mom moved here. Recently Mrs Scott's husband died. Her c***dren moved away years ago, leaving her on her own. When ever she needed something she'd call my mother.
One day she called and asked if mom could Luke her barrow me for a little bit. Of course, mom said.
Being a warm day I had some baggy shorts on and a half shirt. Mrs Scott asked if I could get a couple of things down from the attic. Yes ma'am, I said pulling the ladder down I climbed up to see if I could see the boxes. After a few minutes I felt something touching my leg. Looking down I seen her holding my leg. Looking up Mrs Scott said, I don't want you to fall dear. It's OK, I said. Finding one box I leaned forward to grab it. As I pulled it to me I thought I felt her hand move. Telling myself it was my imagination I stepped down with it. Climbing back up I reached for the other box. Again I felt her hand, but this time it was higher. After a minute I realised I was getting hard thanks to the location of Mrs Scott's hand. I was trying not to think about it. Suddenly I felt soft cool fingers reach under my boxers. I didn't know what to do. Her hand felt good as she moved it over my balls then onto my now rock hard dick. I finally said, you're going to have to stop or we're both going to be embarrassed. Mrs Scott said, I'm sorry but I miss my husband. I'm sure you do I said with a shaky voice. She then said, can I do something before you try moving the box. Thinking she was going to step away for a couple minutes I said, sure. Thinking I'll just bring it down while she was gone.
I got the shock of my life when she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one move, I nearly fell off the ladder when she pulled my dick into her mouth. It only took a couple of minutes before her knowing mouth had me cumming. Squeezing my balls she pushed herself all the way down on my dick.
When Mrs Scott finally released my dick, she looked up and smiled. Wobbly kneed I stepped off the ladder. As I pulled my pants up I asked where she learned to do that. Looking through the box as if nothing happened, she said we lived by an army camp when I was a teenager. Going to the kitchen to wash my hands, I asked her if she could tell me about it. Putting her hand on my chest she smiled and said, you don't want to hear me go on about myself. Please, I said. Blushing she said, we'll. Maybe later.
One day she called and asked if mom could Luke her barrow me for a little bit. Of course, mom said.
Being a warm day I had some baggy shorts on and a half shirt. Mrs Scott asked if I could get a couple of things down from the attic. Yes ma'am, I said pulling the ladder down I climbed up to see if I could see the boxes. After a few minutes I felt something touching my leg. Looking down I seen her holding my leg. Looking up Mrs Scott said, I don't want you to fall dear. It's OK, I said. Finding one box I leaned forward to grab it. As I pulled it to me I thought I felt her hand move. Telling myself it was my imagination I stepped down with it. Climbing back up I reached for the other box. Again I felt her hand, but this time it was higher. After a minute I realised I was getting hard thanks to the location of Mrs Scott's hand. I was trying not to think about it. Suddenly I felt soft cool fingers reach under my boxers. I didn't know what to do. Her hand felt good as she moved it over my balls then onto my now rock hard dick. I finally said, you're going to have to stop or we're both going to be embarrassed. Mrs Scott said, I'm sorry but I miss my husband. I'm sure you do I said with a shaky voice. She then said, can I do something before you try moving the box. Thinking she was going to step away for a couple minutes I said, sure. Thinking I'll just bring it down while she was gone.
I got the shock of my life when she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one move, I nearly fell off the ladder when she pulled my dick into her mouth. It only took a couple of minutes before her knowing mouth had me cumming. Squeezing my balls she pushed herself all the way down on my dick.
When Mrs Scott finally released my dick, she looked up and smiled. Wobbly kneed I stepped off the ladder. As I pulled my pants up I asked where she learned to do that. Looking through the box as if nothing happened, she said we lived by an army camp when I was a teenager. Going to the kitchen to wash my hands, I asked her if she could tell me about it. Putting her hand on my chest she smiled and said, you don't want to hear me go on about myself. Please, I said. Blushing she said, we'll. Maybe later.
4 years ago
