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A Three Step Ladder

By: 1fromthehill



She answered the door wearing her usual evening attire, an old worn cotton print bathrobe and slippers. Mrs. "B" was busy hanging drapes, and wasn't sure what time Danny, her son would be home. He had gone with his father to a friend's house for a game of cards and pizza. I had stopped by to see if Danny was ready to go. He and I had talked about shooting some hoops at the park and then cruising the local burger joints and hangouts tonight. 

"While you're here, would you mind giving me a hand with these drapes" she asked." "It will keep you busy until Danny gets home." And, since I now had absolutely nothing else to do, I agreed.

Danny and I were the best of friends. We lived two houses apart and were constantly hanging out at either his or my place. He was a couple of years older than me, having graduated high school three years ago, but we really got along well despite the age difference. His mom was always very nice; bright eyes, smiling, and a friendly face. She didn't work outside the home, but was always busy with some volunteer church work or social function. When at home, she would pass the time by sewing or reading. She was quite a bit older than the other moms of the guys we hung out with in the neighborhood.

"Danny was a late life mistake" as she joked more than once. Mr. and Mrs. B had Danny when they were in their forties. She was not an entirely unattractive woman, just very plain. She stood about 5' 2" and weighed roughly 150 lbs, almost never wore any makeup, and was kind of matronly; with almost shoulder length graying hair that was once chestnut brown based on the photos I had seen of her in her younger days. Definitely not someone you would give a second thought to walking down the street, except for her smile. That alone could brighten a room.

We headed in to the living room where Mrs. B had just started to re-hang some drapes she had taken down to clean and repair. She had some old Tony Bennett album playing on the stereo, the light from a table lamp in the corner of the room seemed dim compared to the hi-intensity lamp over her sewing machine, but gave a nice soft glow to the room. Next to the windows at the front of the house, illuminated by the table lamp and the light from a streetlamp coming through the windows, stood a small wooden three step ladder. 

"Anthony", she said, "you couldn't have come at a better time. I wasn't sure how I was going to hang these without killing myself. If you could help hold the drapes neatly so they don't get wrinkled and kind of steady that old ladder for me, it would be a great help. Hold out your arms and I'll place these drapes over them to keep the pleats together." I did as instructed, and she laid a drapery panel across my extended forearms. 

She then climbed the ladder to the top, reaching up to hook the drapes in place. "Could you try and steady this ladder for me? It's a little wobbly and I don't want to end up tumbling through the windows" she said half jokingly.

I reached out to steady the ladder from behind her, my head just brushing against her left hip as I had to bend down to reach it. This of course made the drapes bunch up as they slid down my arms, and made it difficult for her to access them. 

"Maybe it would be better if you held onto me. You won't have to bend over like that" she said. 

Now I had known Mrs. B for most of my life, but had never really touched her other than the occasional birthday or congratulatory hug, so I tentatively reached out, grabbing hold of her legs outside of her robe at the knees, and did my best to steady her. She pulled the top of the drape around her and reached up to begin hanging the first panel and in leaning forward, started to fall toward the glass. I panicked, trying to steady the ladder and her from behind, and in doing so dropped the drapes to the floor. She let out a slight yelp as she wobbled forward on that rickety old ladder, but managed to stay upright.

"Well that isn't working" she said as I gathered up the pile of material from the floor. "Let's try again. Why don't you come around to the front of the ladder? That way I can get to the drapes a little easier, and you should be able to steady me better from this angle." 

She was right, and after a couple of minutes it started to go rather smoothly. I now held onto her legs with my hands outside of her robe just as before, and she kind of leaned into me for support. 

When we got to the second panel, we were pretty much in sync. However, as she reached up for each hook, her robe lifted with her and my hands were now on her bare legs just above and behind her knees. The skin on her legs was amazingly smooth and warm, and it wasn't long before I found myself wondering off in a hazy, erotic sort of daydream enjoying the feel of her soft flesh. 

If that wasn't enough to get my hormones surging, what happened next would certainly help to push me over the edge. As she pulled the drapes from me and the material rubbed across her body, a button came undone on her robe. Soon another one popped, and her robe started to gape open as she reached to hook the drapes. This allowed me an occasional glimpse of her pasty white thighs, and as she continued to pull the drapery upward, a quick view of her panty covered mound and her big fat pussy! My eyes nearly popped out of my head!

"Are you ready for the next panel" she asked jerking me back to earth. 

"Yeah,..I guess" was all I could manage as she climbed down, re-loaded, and climbed back up that ladder. Some how she had not noticed that her robe was coming unbuttoned from the bottom. Part of me wanted to tell her but I didn't know if I should. I resumed my position, held on to her legs, and within a minute was again rewarded with a view of her womanly charms. 

This time, as she leaned in on me my face was so close that I could see some of her pubic hair poking through the thin green nylon material covering her, and from around the elastic leg openings. I was staring at her full, rounded mound and I could smell her soft clean scent; my mouth was getting dry, my senses were on overload, and my prick was getting as hard as a steel bar. Here was this woman old enough to be my grandmother, that I had never given a single sexual thought to, and she was getting me worked up to a boiling point without even knowing!

When the phone rang, I nearly jumped across the room. It was Mr. B telling her that he and Danny were going to stay for a couple of more hours, and not to wait up. "The poker game must be heating up" she said. "It seems as though it's going to be just you and me" she stated as she headed back for another drapery panel. "Anthony, are you alright?" she asked. "You look a little flushed." "Would you like something to drink?" 

"No, no, I'm fine," I lied. "Thanks anyway." She still hadn't noticed her robe, and I damned sure was not about to tell her. I just did my best to try and conceal the raging hard on trapped in my jeans. 

Back up the ladder she went, back to my dream world I went, drapes in arms, hands on her soft warm legs, and that sweat smelling pussy right in front of my face. I just didn't think it could get any better. 

I was wrong. As Mrs. B leaned up and in to hook the last panel, her panties came in contact with my face for a brief moment. Not noticing, she didn't immediately back away. Then it happened a second time. Again, she must not have noticed and didn't back away. Neither did I. Instead, I just buried my face in her crotch, inhaled deeply and nuzzled my nose right into that big hairy pussy while sliding my hands farther up the back of her legs toward her ass as my head started spinning out of control. 

After what seemed like an eternity I heard her say "Oh...my goodness" as she backed away and looked down at me and her state of dress. "Anthony, what on earth are you doing? Why didn't you tell me that I was exposing myself like that? How could you do such a thing?" 

"I... I," was about all I could stammer as my face flushed red as a beet. "I'm sorry Mrs. B. I don't know what came over me. Please, I, I, I'm so sorry."

Down the ladder she came, up the stairs she ran, and standing in the middle of the living room with nothing but a guilty look and a painfully stiff prick was me. Talk about being caught with your hand in the cookie jar. I was so busted. I didn't know what to do. How was I going to live this down? What would my parents do? What about Danny? Just as I started to gather myself to leave, Mrs. B called to me from the stairway. "Anthony, please don't go, we need to talk."

In a minute, she had re-entered the living room, took a seat on the sofa, and asked me to sit with her. She had buttoned up her robe, but otherwise appeared the same except that I could see her eyes were moist and reddened behind her glasses. 

As I sat down she reached for my hand, I suppose to comfort me, or her, and turned to look me in the eye. We were sort of sitting sideways facing each other. One of my legs was curled up on the sofa and she raised a leg to do the same. I instinctively looked down to gaze at her partially exposed thigh and she raised my chin with her hand and looked into my soul. 

"Anthony, you have always been such a good boy, why didn't you tell me that I was... well, on display? You know you shouldn't be looking at a woman like that; especially me! I thought you had more respect for me than that. And then to do what you did, putting your face into me like that, what were you thinking? It's just not right! In fact it's downright sinful." 

"Mrs. B, I don't know what to say. The whole situation got a little out of hand. At first it was just feeling the softness of your legs that started it all, and then having your, uh, panties right in front of me, the way you looked and smelled; it was all just too much. I couldn't help myself. I know it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself." "Please, you gotta forgive me." 

"Anthony, I'm a 64 year old woman, what in God's name could make you do such a thing?" "I don't get it. I know that young boys tend to get aroused easily enough, but...I...oh" her words just trailed off and I could see tears forming in her eyes again.

"Mrs. B, I guess I really wasn't thinking about how old you are, or even who you are, and I'm really sorry if I offended you." "You have always been like a grandmother to me; but if I can be perfectly honest with you, that was about the most thrilling thing that has ever happened to me. Please don't hate me for it."

At that she grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me to her bosom. My face was plastered against her chest; I could feel the softness of her breasts against my cheek. "Oh Anthony, I know it was not intentional, and what you did was terribly wrong, but somehow, hearing you say that, well,... you have no idea how good you make this old woman feel." 

"Still what happened was very wrong and should have never happened." With that she released me and stated "I forgive you, but I think you need to go home and think about what you did and ask for God's forgiveness." 

I got up to leave, apologized repeatedly, and begged her not to tell anyone about what happened. She agreed, and in doing so made me promise to "reflect on what we talked about."

Oh I reflected all right. Repeatedly. I couldn't wait to get home and relieve the build up of sexual tension that had been gripping me for the past hour. I jerked off that night with the sights and smell of her hairy old pussy and the touch of her soft milky thighs filling my senses to overload, and came with a ferocity that I hadn't known before.            

To be continued.....

A Three Step Ladder Ch. 02



Several weeks had passed since "curtain call" as I had come to refer to it. I had seen Mrs. B on numerous occasions since, briefly; just the usual greetings and comments. Nothing more was said about the incident. Danny and I were busy planning a weekend camping trip with a few of the guys in the neighborhood. This was a yearly event sponsored by one of the church social groups. Mr. B and two of his poker buddies would provide the "adult supervision" and handle all the driving duties. This, of course, satisfied the parents of the minors in the group.

For me, Danny, and a couple of guys, fishing, beer, and bullshit were the usual order of business, and we busied ourselves getting our gear ready for the trip which was scheduled for this coming Saturday. The weather had been perfect. My folks were glad to have the weekend free and had planned to use it to go out of town visiting family. They were leaving Friday evening which meant I would be spending the night at Danny's. We pitched a tent in the back yard and got a head start on our camping trip. 

When morning came, we rolled out to start the day and pack up for our trip. Well, sort of. During the night, something must have bitten me on my left leg. My knee was red, swollen, and so sore I could hardly walk. When Mr. & Mrs. B got wind of it, they insisted on taking me to the hospital emergency room to get it attended to. After a lot of back and forth discussion and a phone call by Mrs. B to my parents, I begrudgingly agreed. The pain was getting worse. Unfortunately, Mr. B, Danny, and the rest of the guys were geared up and ready to roll. Mrs. B put me in her car and off we went to the hospital. I was going to miss the trip and I was not too happy. 

At the hospital, after a two hour wait, I was treated for what turned out to be a spider bite with an injection of anti-venom, given some medication to take at home, and told to keep it iced and quiet for a day or two. Nothing too serious. Mrs. B called to give my folks the details, and we headed back home. My weekend was shot, or so I thought. 

On the drive back, Mrs. B asked me if I would like to be dropped off at home or come back to her house where she would make us some lunch, and keep an eye on my knee for a while. I was starving, so the latter sounded like a pretty good idea. She prepared lunch as I sat in the kitchen and watched. She was moving about from the stove to the refrigerator to the sink and back. She was wearing a light colored, floral house dress that clung to her ample hips as she moved. And, as the spring air was warm and humid, the fabric was starting to cling to her damp skin. I could not keep from staring at her ass and legs as we carried on with some small talk while she worked in the kitchen before sitting down to eat.

When lunch was finished, she began clearing the table and while leaning over to pick up the lunch dishes, unknowingly offering me a peek at her cleavage. Of course, I stared. But before she noticed, I turned away. She asked if I would like to lie down on the sofa to ice my knee for a while. It was feeling a little better already and I told her I'd be happy to help with the kitchen chores. She refused and sent me to the sofa with an ice pack and the TV remote. I guess I shouldn't complain. She was being the sweet person she had always been and I was reaping the benefits.

When she finished in the kitchen and with some other light housework, she joined me in the living room and sat in an overstuffed chair to the side of the sofa with a book and glass of iced tea. I had been watching some game show re-runs and nodding off from time to time. But as she sat and read for a while, I was now being distracted by her gently swinging foot in my peripheral vision. Her sandal was dangling delicately off of her toes, and she crossed and uncrossed her legs while being drawn into her book. The story must have been a good one because she was really getting into it. And as she continued the movement of her legs, her dress rode higher and higher, and I was again being treated to a view of her fleshy white thighs several inches above her knee. At one point, she shifted and sat on a curled leg.

Now I could see right between her legs almost up to her panty clad pussy. At that point, I was oblivious to everything else. What was it about this woman that got me so worked up? I had a "knock out" girlfriend and had dated a fair number of girls from school. This woman was as plain as a brown paper bag, and old enough to be my grandmother, yet she was making me harder than I could imagine. Thoughts of our encounter from weeks ago ran through my mind. The scent of her sex and the feel of that thick, hairy pussy through those nylon panties as my face was smashed against her, was absolutely maddening. My knee was feeling better, but by cock was aching. Suddenly, she sat very still, placed the book in her lap and her feet flat on the floor. I looked up to see her glaring at me over her glasses. "Oh shit" I thought. "Busted again." "Here comes another ass chewing."

"Anthony," she calmly said. "Do you recall the conversation we had a few weeks ago when you, uhm,... helped me with the drapes?"

"Yes," I replied with my head down and my eyes attempting to avert her stare while glancing at the TV.

"And did you reflect on what we talked about that night; about what happened as you said you would?" she asked, obviously hoping that I had gotten a grip on our last encounter, found the error of my ways, and asked the Lord for direction.

"Mrs. B, I have re-played that moment so many times in my mind I can't even begin to count them" I truthfully admitted, thinking of the many nights of self administered pleasure I had enjoyed recently. "Well, so have I" she stated trying her best to be stern and judicial. But I swear a slight smile crossed her lips.

"Anthony, were you looking up my dress again just now?" 

"No" I lied. She just stared at me in silence and after a long moment I caved in.

"I'm sorry Mrs. B; I guess I was peaking a bit. It's just that, well you were sitting there and at first your foot caught my eye, and the next thing I know...well.... oh hell, I should just go." 

I got up to leave when she said; "sit down Anthony. Now I want you to be honest and tell me; just what it is that is so fascinating to you? I don't know what has gotten into you? You have seen many women's legs before. All shapes and sizes, mine included I just don't know what to make of all this. I know that young boys tend to get easily aroused, but why all of a sudden do you seem so distracted by this old woman?" 

Well, here it goes I thought. For some reason, whatever the consequences, good or bad, I was going to spell it out for her, and that whatever happens, I'd just deal with it.

"Mrs. B, I've known you my whole life. You know I think the world of you, and you have always been so nice to be around. You have treated me like family, and I know that I shouldn't be looking at you in that way, but I can't help it. There is something about you that I can't explain. Watching you work in the kitchen just now, your dress clinging to you, your ass swaying before my eyes, the sight of your creamy thighs peeking out from under your dress while you were reading, it's enough to make me crazy. And there is something about you that I find incredibly sexy. Also, if you must know, I have not been able to get the sight and feel of your legs, nor the wonderful scent of your pussy out of my mind ever since I had my face plastered to your panties a few weeks ago." 

That did it; she just stared at me, mouth open , eyes as big as saucers, for what seemed like hours. Anger? Hate? Shock? Revulsion? "Hell, say something" I thought. She didn't say a word, never even blinked. She just stared at me with a strange, curious look on her face. Finally, after what appeared to be a very long time, she silently put her book on the table next to her chair. She sat back; eyes closed, and ever so slowly began to spread her legs apart until her knees were touching the arms of the padded chair she sat in. I had a totally unobstructed view of her thighs all the way to the pale green panties that covered her thick womanly charms and the dark treasure hidden there. I could hardly believe my eyes! 

"Is this what you like Anthony?" she asked. "Do you like looking at me like this?" I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say or do. I just sat there staring and getting as hard as I have ever been. "Does this make you happy, she asked, seeing me this way?"

It took a minute to register with me but eventually I stammered out "Oh my God, yes." "You look.... so sexy." 

Eyes still tightly closed, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, she quietly stated "then look if you must." 

And look I did. After a minute or two of total silence she asked "Would you like to come closer?" 

That was it for me. I was off of that sofa and crawling across the floor, sore knee and all, heading toward what I had been dreaming of for weeks. My hands were shaking and my mouth was dry as I sat on the floor between her bare, parted, blue veined legs; staring at all she had to offer me. Her breathing was all I could hear as I placed my hands gently on her calves and ever so slowly felt my way up and down her legs from her knees to her bare feet and then up onto her thighs. She whimpered softly as my exploration continued, stopping just short of her panties.

All the while her dress was riding higher and higher until it rested, bunched at the top of her thighs. "God help me" was all she said, eyes still closed tightly behind her glasses, as I slid my hands forward to softly touch and caressed the nylon fabric that covered her rounded tummy and that thick, hairy mound and the warmth emanating from behind it. I explored my new found treasure as if it were the most delicate item I had ever encountered. My face soon followed and once again I found myself being immersed in the glorious scent of this incredible woman.

I sniffed, kissed and chewed on her soft meaty thighs and thick tender mound through the fabric of her panties while my hands found their way to her ass, squeezing and kneading the ample flesh there, drawing her to me. She was gasping, sighing, and wriggling around on my face, and was soon sliding forward in her chair giving me better access. And as I reached for the lacy panty tops under her dress, she raised her hips slightly allowing me to remove the garment, now soaked with her fluids and my saliva, and feast my eyes on the sight that before now I had only dreamed about. 

Her sex was completely covered with grey and chestnut colored hair, thickening as it seemingly pointed the way to the center of her being, So soft; the texture of silk. Her outer lips were puffy and slightly parted and the pink folds inside were moist. The moment was totally intoxicating. I lowered my mouth to kiss her there and she again cried out for forgiveness as I licked and sucked on her pussy, savoring every contour of her sex. I can't tell you how wonderful it felt to be immersed in her being and I continued my assault with tongue and lips until eventually settling in on her engorged clitoris. I gently licked, kissed and sucked until she started to buck wildly in orgasmic bliss while her feet kicked out and her meaty thighs closed softly around my head, saying over and over again, "Ohh Anthony,.. ohhh..... my..... God..... Ohhhhhhh....Jesus,.. I.... I'm..... ahhhhhh!"

I sat back on my heals watching Mrs. B come down from the orgasmic high she just enjoyed, legs still splayed, her pussy now thoroughly soaked and on display, and her eyes just starting to flutter open. She stared at me for a moment before slowly pulling herself up and leaning over to me. Gently, she grabbed my face and kissed me softly; a warm tender kiss that lingered for a minute. When our lips parted, she was looking into my eyes. "Oh Anthony, I have never felt anything like that. No one has ever kissed me like that before. I can't believe what just happened; that was amazing" 

Then looking down at my lap she noticed that the head of my very hard cock was sticking out of the bottom of my shorts. She stared at it for a moment, and then looked back into my eyes before sliding forward off of the chair to join me on the floor. 

She reached a hand out to caress the head of my cock while kissing me again, only this time with a bit more vigor and urgency. I slipped my tongue past her parting lips and let her taste her own juices. Mrs. B moaned lightly and wrapped her delicate hand around my swollen shaft. Reaching for my belt, she proceeded to unbuckle and unzip me while laying me back on the floor. My shorts were soon around my ankles and my hands were kneading her pliant ass as we writhed around on the floor, locked in a passionate embrace. Her dress was still bunched up around her waist and as I rolled her onto her back, she guided my cock to her warm wet pussy and slid the head up and down the length of her slit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned "oh Anthony, you are driving me insane." "Hurry Anthony, please hurry, I need to feel you inside of me!"

By now it would have taken a small army to slow me down and as I sank gently into this wonderfully sensual woman, I looked deeply into her eyes and told her "Mrs. B, I have dreamed of this for weeks now. You feel even better than I could have imagined."

We slowly got into a rhythm and began to fuck each other in earnest. I looked down and saw my glistening cock sliding easily in and out of this elderly woman and lifted her head so she could see as well. "Look how hard you have made me" I whispered to her. She moaned, reached for my mouth with hers and kissed me hard and deep as I continued to pump in and out of her, my hands now searching for her breasts still hidden beneath her dress.

I managed to reach behind her and unzip the dress enough to pull it down and her bra with it. I now had my hands on her soft, supple tits for the first time and rolled and pinched her hardening nipples. This seemed to send her over the edge and she began to pump up at me with an increased passion, her head rolling from side to side while moaning my name over and over. I was fucking into her with all I had and there was no way I could hold back my impending orgasm. Somehow she sensed my urgency and met it with one of her own as we both boiled over with an enormous climax. "Oh, Anthony, oh... sweet... Jesus, oh.. my ..God"; she went on and on as I unloaded stream after stream of steamy hot jizm into her graying cunt.

When our passion subsided, I slid out of her and rolled off to the side pulling her with me. She grabbed my face and planted a soft wet kiss on my mouth, eyes, and forehead all the while saying; "Anthony, that was wonderful. You have made me feel so alive. I can't tell you how long it has been since I have felt this way. Thank you."

"Mrs. B, I said, "you are the most amazing woman I have ever known. I know that this was really difficult for you, but believe me, that was incredible." That said, I reached out and gently caressed her breast and watched as her nipple began to stiffen with the attention. 

She cooed softly saying "your hands feel so nice, but how could you look at these sagging old breasts and find them exciting?" 

"Mrs. B, they, like you, are positively lovely." And with that I bent down to take a nipple in my mouth and began to run my tongue over it and suck it making it stand out and beg for more, which is exactly what she did. And who was I to deny her? 

That day was the start of an unusual but beautiful affair that lasted until Mrs. B passed away seven years later. Even after I had finished college and gotten married, I would still pay Mrs. B a visit every now and then. And when we could find the time to be alone, she never failed to excite me to no end. I miss her to this day.