12 comments/ 250150 views/ 34 favorites Old Mrs. Finney By: dirtyjoe69 My name is John and I am eighteen years old. I live with my mom and dad in a little old hole in the wall called Watchewin. Population here is next to none I reckon. But the nice part about that are the open spaces. Golly you could hit a golf ball in almost any direction and hit nothing but farm land. Actually the small settlement of Watchewin has a main body of about 250 people, and the rest, like my family live on the outskirts of the town. Our closest neighbor Mrs. Finney lived almost half a mile away. She was a widower, her husband having past away going on three years now. She lived in a big old farm house all alone, her children long since grown and escaped the boredom of small town life. She must have been around 72 now, but spry as ever. She would catch me stealing fruit off her apple and pear trees, running after me with that old broom stick in her hand, cussing like it was nobody's business. She must have been either a sailor or a truck driver in another life, her language was so foul. It made me kinda take a shine to the old bat. Well it is another Friday and all my friends are headed out of town. Me, I don't get to go with them, on account of my grounding. See Mrs. Finney was none to pleased with my stealing her produce and went and told my parents. At least I didn't get taken out back to the barn, man that would hurt when my daddy would lay the whoppin' on me. And let me tell ya, I got whoppins' plenty. I don't recall a time when my backside wasn't sore for some reason. I was always a trouble maker, never made no difference on how many times I'd be scolded, for some reason I just couldn't stop myself from causin' trouble. Just the other day the old fart Mr. Samuel's ratted me out for shootin' off bottle rockets, so what if I started a bail of hay on fire, we had plenty! Anyway back to my punishment for the stealin' I'd done. My Pa made me go and work off my crimes at Mrs. Finney's house, and as he said, "Till she is satisfied you have paid a proper penance!" I was none to happy about missing the outing with my friends but it sure beat having my hide tanned again! So I jumped on my bike and rode to Mrs. Finney's to work off my sins. Actually I found Mrs. Finney a rather pleasing lady; she had a great sense of humor, much ahead of her time. She seemed to be a youth trapped in an old lady's body. A fine body she had too, a thin lady with a bit of wrinkling, and a pair you can't even imagine! Them tits was humongous, I am surprised she could walk straight let alone chase me after I done stole her fruit! She would wear her pretty patterned dresses at the church gatherings and was always quick with a laugh. Them dresses even though simple could not hold her charms. That laugh had me sportin' a big woody every time. I reckon she could give any of the young tarts in this county a run for their money. I arrived at Mrs. Finney's home and knocked on her door, not knowin' what quite to suspect. She answered the door in a beautiful yellow summer dress, as bright as the sun it was. Her front buttons just itchin' to bust from the confinement of her heavy bosom. My pecker liked what I saw and reacted justly. I noticed Mrs. Finney give me the once over, her gaze stopping for a time on my package. She smiled and had a look I'd never seen before in her eyes. Oh her eyes, I'd never realized what soft pretty eyes she had, deep blue like the ocean. "Well you might as well come in," she said. She took me to the kitchen and poured me some iced tea. "I have plenty for you to do today. I hope you're not upset but when I phoned your folks your dad told me he was gonna whip ya for whatcha done. I figured it wasn't that bad and came to an agreement with him about you learning your lesson." I was embarrassed I had been caught but thankful she made the arrangement. "That is just fine with me Ma'am. I am awfully sorry I went and stole your fruit." "Well thank you for your apology but I will be having you work off what you owe me. And the name is Anne by the way; ma'am is saved for my mother. Hundred years old this year she is." She then took my empty glass and showed me the way out the back door. Outside was a huge basket full of clothes, it looked like she hadn't done laundry in a year. "That sure is a lot of clothes there! More than a department store I imagine," I said. "Well since I got ya here I figured I would just do up everythin' I owned," she replied. "And I wanted to make sure you got yourself a good workin." Then she showed me how she wanted her laundry hung on the line. "I don't like them automatic dryers; the clothes don't come out as soft or smell as fresh." "It sure does look like a lot of work. It don't matter me none though, I'd rather work my tail off here than have my daddy work it off with that strap of his," I told her. Then I watched her in her sunny yellow dress mosey back into her house, her ample butt swaying back and forth through the sheer smock. I did the big items first to lessen the load in the basket. Her flower patterned sheets and blankets went up first, followed by her dresses and sweaters. As I reached the bottom of the baskets I came to find her under things. I never before touched ladies underwear not even my moms. Although I have thought about doing it many times. I would see my mom's dirty panties in the hamper at home and wonder about her smell. I would stop myself before I picked them up though. Now here I was being forced by my accuser to touch these dainty things. It made stealing the fruit almost worth it. When was ever going to get an opportunity like this again. I picked up her hefty brassiere and looked at the tag, wonderin' just how big Anne's jugs were. Man, I didn't know what sizes meant in womens things but 42dd sure sounded big to me. Staring at the under garment I felt my pole get hard again. I put her bras on the line, I counted nine in all. All that was left was her panties, all different colors, but all very silky. When I picked up that first pair I almost creamed in my pants from the feel. So soft and smooth, it reminded me of my mom's hair after she just washed it. I would rub it between my fingers and just enjoy it so much. I put her first couple of pairs on the line and reached back into the basket and pulled out a pair that did not seem clean. I could feel a crust in the middle of them. I turned them inside out and noticed a faint yellow tinge in the center between the leg holes. The spot right were her vagina would be when worn. I let my curiosity get the best of me and I brought those dirty panties to my face and took in a deep breath. Sounds gross I know, but I had to know more. I don't even know why I did what I did, something inside me told me too and I just went for it. It was then that I noticed the figure in the window. It was Anne and she had one hand on her breast and her head was slightly cocked and she was staring directly at me. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment; here I was finishing my reparation with my face buried in my accuser delicate underwear. I wanted to run away as far as I could. I watched her leave the window and I finished the job quickly hoping she had nothing else for me to do. Then I heard the door open and Mrs. Finney called me inside. We went into her living room and she had me sit on her big comfy couch while she got us both a drink. She came back with a cold beer for me and a wine for herself. "Well even though you're not old enough to have a beer yet, you earned it," she said as she smiled her dazzling smile. "I hope you don't mind a good steak for dinner. I have more things for you to do and you will get hungry so I figured I would give you some dinner." "That sounds great," I replied. It was as if nothing had happened at the clothes line, like she didn't even see me. Here I thought I was going to get cussed out but instead she invited me to dinner, oh ya and more work of course. Well what other job have ya got for me?" I asked. "Oh we will discuss that after supper. Till then relax a little and let me get you another beer, I know I could use more wine for sure," she finished. I could feel the first effects of the beer, my head a little lighter than before. She came back with another bottle for me and another glass of wine for herself. Instead of sitting at the chair across from me though, this time she sat right beside me on the couch. I could smell her faint perfume and took another swig of my beer, both intoxicating me. She was so close I could see right down her cleavage, deep into her massive valley. I couldn't take my eyes off the sight until I was startled back from her voice. "Oh you like those do you?" She said referring to her breasts. "George used to love them too. Right up until the day he passed away he would show them great attention." I couldn't believe she was being this open with me; I was just a kid and a trouble maker at that. But when I looked up I saw the look I had seen earlier through the window, that blank stare, like she wanted something. "I can understand why," I replied. "If I was married to a woman that was as heavy on top as you I don't think I could ever stop staring." "That is so sweet John; you make an old woman feel young. But you know there is a way you could make me feel even younger!" She then took her hands and moved them to the front of her dress and slowly started to undo her buttons. "I...I...I..., not reallllllyy surre what to doo, Mrs. Finney," I stammered. "Oh you just sit there and enjoy, I will help you along. Have you ever been with a woman John?" she asked. "Umm," I said, "No!" "Well surely you have played with your cock before," she asked. I was stunned by her words, here was a 72 year old woman spewing out words like cock. It floored me! I couldn't hold in a lie and she was showing me her beautiful breast so I answered. "Yes I do, matter of fact it seems if I am not out makin' a ruckus I am jerkin on my pole!" "Perfect, I am going to let you experience something much better than your hand. I know you will have lots of fun finishing your work here!" she added. So that was the rest of my job then, unbelievable I thought. This beautiful old lady wants to punish me by giving me pleasures I have never had before. I worked for me, that I can tell ya. She then leaned into me and kissed me deeply, her lips tasting of wine, so sweet. I then felt a warm feeling as her tongue tried to gain entry in my mouth. I accepted it and pushed mine into her. God it was so hot, our tongues fighting to get more of each other. Anne's hand then slid down and brushed against my rod and it jumped at her touch. I could feel my sticky fluid starting to flow already. She unbuckled my pants and slid them and my underwear over my hips till my bottom half was completely bare. What happened next I can't even describe the feeling; she put my thing in her mouth. So wet, so warm was her oral embrace. I couldn't hold back as a familiar feeling shot up through my loins. She couldn't have had my cock in her mouth more than ten seconds before I was moaning. "Ohhhhh Goddddddd I ammm sorrryy, I'mmmmmmm gonnnnnna cummmmm Mmmrrsss Fffiiinnneeyyy!" I screamed as the hot juice exploded out of me and into her throat. She didn't miss a beat and just kept sucking, milking me like we milk our cows most everyday. "Ummmmmm you taste wonderful," she said. "I can't remember when I tasted cum so sweet. Must be your young age." She finished licking my cock then stood up and completely removed her dress. Underneath she wore nothing at all. Her huge tits sagged almost down to her waste, her huge saucer sized nipples pointed straight out. Looking down I noticed a full matted bush between her legs. It was wet and the hairs looked tangled. She next lay on the couch and grabbed my head in her hands and guided me to where I was to go. "Oh John, I need you to lick my pussy. I want you to suck all the juices out of my cunt. I want to feel your tongue in my so bad. I need it now," she cried. She pushed my head deep into her snatch. The musky smells drown my senses, the tangled hair tickled my nose but I did as I was told. I drove my tongue into her wetness not knowing what I was doing I just kept darting it in and out and sliding it all over her cunt. "Oh yes John, oh yes right there. That is my spot oh lick harderrrr, oh yeah harrrrrdeeer!" she screamed. "Oh my I am going to cum! Yes I am cumming. Cumming all over your young face. My old pussy is shooting juice right into your face...Yes....Yes!" I drank in her fluids, kept licking until she stopped shaking. It seemed to make me even harder as I ate Mrs. Finney. She pulled me on top of her and grabbed my penis in her hand then guided it into her pussy. "Yes fuck me John! Fuck me now! Drive your young cock into my hot wet pussy! God I want to feel it all the way inside! FUCK ME....FUCK ME...YES PLEASE FUCK ME HARD!" It was as if she lost her mind. She twisted and bucked beneath me. Energy a younger woman couldn't match. Her feet dug into my back as she drove me deeper inside. The feeling was incredible as my cock slid in and out of her hot wet box. "I am fucking you Mrs. Finney...Oh god I am fucking you...So hard...!" I answered. "Yes son that's it fuck me with everything you've got. I want to feel your hot young cum shoot deep in my pussy....Ohhhhhhhhh Godddddd I'mmmmm cummmmmmmmmin again!" I could feel her cunt tighten as she started to spasm once more and I could no longer hold it. I shot my hot seed into her, pumping all that I had left into her aged body. Old Mrs. Finney Ch. 02 Chapter 2: After Dinner Desert Let me tell ya after catchin' our breath Mrs. Finney went to working on the stove. I think I was fallin' in love. She brought that plate over to me with that plate sized steak all covered in sautéed mushrooms, and a baked potato with all the fixins, well hot damn. We played sweet with each other while we ate, I fed her food from my plate and she did the same for me. The funny thing is neither of us was even dressed yet and watching her mouth open to my sensual feeding was causing me another woody. The 72 year old decided to hate a taste of my cock along with her food and hungrily suck me down her throat. She kept sliding her warm mouth over my big knob. She was really going to town on my cock and I could feel my balls achin' for release once again. "Mrs...I mean Anne I am itchin' to cum right down your throat soon!" I told the sexy woman. "Mmmm do it hunny, shoot your sweet cum in my mouth, I would love to have dessert!" Mrs. Finney told me. That done did it for me and I thrust my hips upward and blasted my juice right down her throat. "That was a damn fine suck job Anne. You just keep pullin' out the surprises for me don't ya?" I said to her as she licked the last bit of my cum off my deflating cock. "Mmmm I sure do sport, but I do have one favor to ask of ya!" By that time I would have jumped off the old Smith train bridge, we named it that on account of a man named Jim Smith hangin' himself there a few years back, if she went and asked me too. That is when she asked me if I would like to join the century club. I had no idea what she was talking about but I told her sure why not. Then she told me how she would love to give her mom a hundred year birthday present and I was to be that present. So she was super old heck I didn't care none, I was already hittin' Mrs. Finney and she was 72, how bad could it be? I told her it would be fine with me. After our conversation she took the dishes out and put them in the sink to rinse. I yelled to her from the living room askin' if I should get dressed and if we were done for the evening. She done told me no way in hell, she had other ideas to try first. I couldn't recollect what we could have possibly missed out on. I already ate her hairy pussy and fucked it till she done cummed all over my cock. And she just finished swallowing my seed. I guess I would just sit back and sip on my beer till she told me what to do. That was the best thing about Anne she had so many ideas for sex, not like the young girls I hung around. They was all tease and no please if you know what I'm sayin'. Anne walked back in the room glass of wine in her dainty hand, her naked body swaying with her movement. She sat right beside me and leaned back just looking at me. Then she did the weirdest thing for a 72 year old, she reached in the table beside the couch and took out a brown paper bag. In it she had some marijuana and rolled up a big fat joint. She saw the puzzled look on my face and then said, "I recon you have never seen an old broad fire a spliff up before? Well I am gonna need to be relaxed for what I have planned. See John I am wanting to feel that young cock deep in my shitter, the weed here will help me relax so I can take it all." Holy crap I couldn't believe my ears and my cock must have heard it too cause he just shot up like he was on a spring. If it would have been made of metal I swear you would have heard an honest to goodness "BOING!" She lit up the fatty and took a big haul; the pungent odor filled the room. Its sweet stench was pleasing to my nostrils and after exhaling her toke she passed it to me, which I graciously accepted. I pulled on the joint and felt the rush in my head instantly. We smoked it down to a roach then looked at each other and bust out giggling; it was some pretty good shit. Then without warning Anne leaned in to me and shoved her tongue down my throat. Her hand found my throbbing shaft and she started stroking me. We lingered in the kiss for awhile then she bent over the couch and pulled her big ass cheeks apart, offering her tight brown hole to me. "John would you be a dear and get my asshole ready for your cock. Can you lick it for me sweetie?" She asked. I didn't hesitate and put my face between her massive cheeks and slid my tongue over her puckered anus. It didn't taste all that bad, so I continued prying her hole open with my wet tongue. She started moaning and thrusting back on my face. Then I took my hand and started shoving my fingers in her wet pussy, my movements caused her to shudder. I had four fingers in her when I began to thinkin'; I was wondering if the old broad could take more. I pulled my fingers out while I kept licking and replaced them with all five of my digits. It was a tight fit at first but once I broke through her hole I found I had my whole fist inside and was sliding it in and out of her soaked cunt. Anne started trembling something fierce and she started swearing like there was no tomorrow. "Holy fuck John, you are fucking me with your fist. You are splitting my cunt open and tasting my juicy ass. Oh god yes! YES ... YES ... FUCK I AM CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR FIST YOU SWEETY DIRTY BOY!" I felt the flood of her juices pour over my hand; they left a river that washed right to my elbow. When I pulled my fist out her pussy she looked back over her shoulder and said in the dirtiest voice I'd ever heard, "Oh that was amazing John! Now why don't you take that nice hard pole there and shove it right up my corn hole!" I didn't want to disappoint her so I fisted my cock and pushed it at her tight rectum. The feeling from her pussy to her ass was like night and day. Her ass was so tight, I thought it would plum tear my cock right off my body. Anne didn't even wait for me to take my time feeding her my cock, she just thrust her hips back and the tight opening swallowed me to the base. I drove it into her at her encouragement, faster and faster I fucked her old ass. I could feel my nuts start a tinglin' and knew I was about to spill my seed in her tight hot ass. "Oh God Mrs. Finney I am gonna cum right up your tight shit hole!" I warned her. "Yes Johnny boy, fuck my old ass. Split me open with your big young cock! Cum in me baby ... yes cum right up my ass. I want to feel your hot juice deep in my shitter! Yes I am going to cum too ... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" She howled. Hearing her words took me over the top and I'd done thrust my hips as hard as I could spraying my young cum deep in her bowels. I collapsed on top of her back and she just kept saying how that was the best ass fuck she had ever had. We took a shower together both of us so tired we didn't have anymore sex that day. When I left her house she gave me a big ole sloppy kiss and told me she would set up a night to have her mom over and we could give her the birthday present. Chapter 3 John breaks the century mark To be continued... Old Mrs. Finney Ch. 03 It'd been three dang days since I heard for that there sweet lady Mrs. Finney and I was itchin' to get in her bloomers again. I done stroked my pole at least five times going over the memories in my head. It probably ranked as my all time best day. Just thinking about it now and my cock is stirring. I was fixin' to stroke my cock when I heard the phone ring. My maw yelled sayin it was fer me. I grabbed the phone and said hello and my cock jumped when I heard the voice on the other end. "Hello Johnny, how is my favorite stud! I would have called earlier but you done wore my old pussy out!" Anne said to me. "I told my mom that she was to come over for dinner tomorrow night and I told her I had a surprise." "Well I guess tomorrow night it is! I sure am lookin forward to it Anne!" I told her. With that I hung up the phone and headed to my room. Her voice took me back to three days earlier when she was calling me to fuck her old ass and to shoot my cum deep in her shitter. I couldn't take it anymore and I took down my jeans and started stroking my cock. It felt real warm and hard in my fist. I wanted to really get to it so I jumped on my bed and laid down for more support. My fist was flying up and down my throbbin shaft when all of a sudden my door done went and flew open. I didn't notice it at first because I was too lost in my jerkin and all, but sure enough my maw got an eyeful. "Oh Jesus ... Lord have mercy, I am so sorry son, I should have knocked" My mom said. Funny thing was though she didn't hurry to leave either. I was so stunned I didn't even take my hand off my pole. I just lay there with my jaw open. I sure must have been a sight, jaw all hanging open and my big old cock in my hand, just staring at my mom. "I ...I ...I will let you alone, I really am sorry Johnny." My mom turned and left me there with my prick in my fist. When she turned around the sun hit her just right and her naked silhouette was coming right through. I could see her harden nipples and nice form. Despite being caught the site of my mom's lovely form made my cock jump in my hand and I continued with my jerkin. I tried to get back to Anne's vision in my head as I stroked but when Anne turned around in my dream to tell me to shoot my cum in her ass it was no longer her but my mom. As I saw my mother in my head askin me to fill her bowels with my hot cum my cock jerked and shot hard and long. When my cum finally stopped flying I was covered in sweat. As I calmed down I heard a bump on my door so I went to investigate. Wiping the cum off my chest with a dirty shirt I opened the door to see what made the noise but nothing was there. It was finally Friday and I told my mom that Mrs. Finney needed me to fix up some things in her house so I would be busy there all evening long. I told her it was a big job that was going to take a lot of time to finish and that I might even end up stayin the night so I could finish it bright and early the next day. She had a content look on her face and didn't even question me about it. So I grabbed a bag with some extra clothes and toothbrush and headed to Anne's house. She was plum all over me when she let me in the door. It didn't take her more than five seconds to have my pants down and my cock in her mouth. She sucked me till my cock was at full attention then popped me out of her mouth. "That is just a taste of what I am going to do for you as soon as you are done with my mother. Did you tell your mom you are stayin the night?" she asked. "Sure did, she ain't suspicious or nothing! She thinks I am still workin off my debt with you." I told her. Then we went inside and she grabbed me a beer. "Johnny sweetie, could you be a dear and start the chicken on the barbeque while I go pick up my mom?" I told her I would and she left as I started coating the bird with the sauce. It took her around forty five minutes to get her mom so I decided to get the whole meal ready. I roasted the potatoes on the barbeque beside the chicken and went into her fridge and put together a nice garden salad. I heard the car doors shut just as I was setting the meal on the dinning room table; I even lit some candles to set the mood. Now I was really shocked by Anne's use of color language but she couldn't even hold a candle to her spry mother. When they came in the door I saw Anne's eyes light up when she noticed the effort I put in to dinner. She introduced me to her mom and I took the old lady's hand, it was as frail as rice paper. Her skin taut across her pale skin looked somewhat sickly, not disgusting but definitely old. I got nervous cause I thought I might hurt the old bitty if I laid the pipe to her. We sat around the table and Alice blurted out, "If your house boy here fucks half as good as he cooks you must be having the time of your life!" Anne coughed up her food, "Mother! I can't believe you just said that. Johnny is here to help with some work he owes me on account of his thievery!" "I may be an old bitch but I ain't stupid daughter of mine, you haven't stopped staring at each other through the whole dinner. And if I didn't know better this whole birthday dinner charade is just a roust to get him to jump my old bones!" It was my turn for spittin food. Her mom spent less than an hour and had already figured out what Anne had planned. Well if old people are supposed to lose their faculties then Alice must not have gotten that notice because she was sharp as a tack! "Well is it or isn't it? You paying this handsome young man here to lay the wood to your mom or what?" Alice asked. "Mother a little tack please!" Anne said to her mom. "Well if ya are I wanna know so we can get this dinner over with and get to the fuckin!" Alice said excitedly. I looked over at the hundred year old ball of fire and said to her, "We best get to fuckin then!" With that I moved away from the table went before her and picked her up in my arms, she weighed next to nothing her tiny frame as heavy as down. I was about to carry her up to the bedroom when she stopped me. "Uh ah, no we ain't going up to no bedroom. If my daughter paid you to put it to me then she is gonna watch and we are gonna do it right on her couch over there!" Alice shocked me with the control she took but I did as she said and rested her on the flower patterned couch, the same couch where I bent her 72 year old daughter over not even a week earlier. Alice reached over and grabbed my pants and took them off of me, she went to lower her head but paused for a quick second. "I wouldn't want to bite ya," she said as she removed her dentures putting them on the side table. Then she started gumming my hard cock. Other then Anne having her full set of teeth the two ladies shared a very similar technique in giving head and I was the benefactor with both of them. I pulled her bright green dress over her head, her small tits sagged over like two silver dollar flapjacks but I ate them up with verve. She was moaning in no time and pushed me back on the couch and straddled my erect cock driving her incredibly wet pussy all the way to the bottom. I reckon she had an inkling about her daughter's plan and prelubed herself. Either that or Alice broke every thought I have ever had about being old. Which ever one it was I didn't care she was riding me with all the energy she could muster and was calling me all kinds of dirty names. I soon felt her shake as her orgasm came on her hard. Her wetness flooded my crotch and stomach area. Her spasms caused me to erupt deep in her pussy. "Well Jesus H Christ, it is about damned time. It took me over 80 years of fuckin but I finally had an orgasm from just penetration! That was the best birthday ever!"