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Captivating Calves of Mrs. O'Ryan

By: milfleglover



Author's note: This is a story of consensual sex between a woman of 68 and man of 22. It centers around her sexy legs, particularly her calves, a fetish of mine and pervasive theme in my stories. There's a slight domination edge to this tale, which I trust will appeal to the likeminded. Thank you.

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It was only a sliver. A hint. A tease. A tiny glimpse of promise, and what drove him mad.

She stood on the walkway, he on the steps. She wore the tightest black sweatpants he could imagine, hugging every delicious curve and sweep of her incredible body. Her incredible old body.

Maureen O'Ryan was a lovely women, beautiful really, at least in Jason's eyes. She was 68 - the same age as his grandmother, who was Mrs. O'Ryan's best friend - small, at 5-foot-4, wiry and lean at 120 or so pounds, with hair so blonde it was practically white, and looked it under the right light.

She was always under the right light to Jason. He'd been smitten with her for years, drawn by her charm and grace and beauty when he was a boy, and after he'd turned 18, keenly noticing her sexual attractiveness as well.

And now she stood there, in the walkway, looking up at him, a handsome young man of 22. He was at his grandmother's house, who was away. Maureen had stopped by to drop off a tablecloth she'd borrowed, not knowing he'd be there.

He saw the sliver, the hint, the tease. Her very tight sweatpants came to the very top of her short white socks, sneakers below. It revealed the tiniest glimpse of her sexy legs, no more than a teasing reveal of shin and calf, an inch or two at most.

It drove him mad. Her legs always did, he knew. He had noticed them before, really noticed them four years early. Her legs were a dream to him, and he recalled the occasion of his 18th birthday, when his grandmother had some friends over to celebrate. Mrs. O'Ryan was there, sipping wine late in the afternoon, wearing a short print skirt, legs crossed, one sandal playfully dangling off her foot, working the tendons and muscles in them and the shin and calf rising above into a fluid, maddening dance under the soft tanned flesh.

It overcame him, as he stood, watching them talk, an innocent bystander. He felt his cock stir and harden, surprising him, as he watched Mrs. O'Ryan's superbly shaped leg, with a touch of supple thigh showing above and under her hugging skirt. He left the room, went to the toilet and indulged the magic of self touch, stroking himself and cumming quickly. With the image of the comely Mrs. O'Ryan's wonderful legs firmly and forever etched in his mind.

Over the next few years, it only got worse, in a way that the best things often do, a frustrating blend of right and wrong, of hope and disappointment. He'd go to his grandmother's more often, wishing Mrs. O'Ryan would be there, disappointed when she was not. But when she was, it was always, it seemed, with a bit of those marvelous, captivating calves on display. 

She'd wear Capri pants, that end at the knee, accentuating those beautiful lower legs and feet, or skirts or better yet, shorts. Shorts that revealed the full sweep of her slightly wrinkled old thighs, but firm and hard when she moved, the muscles beneath that sweet, saggy skin pressing the flesh above into life.

And she noticed. Mrs. O'Ryan, a widow by that point in her life, noticed the young man's stares. She was embarrassed by it, and for him, at first, but soon felt flattered as the boy aged into his 20s, sprouting into a handsome lad, tall and lean, an athlete with firm, smooth muscles and a great curly mane of bright blonde hair.

They'd go to the beach near his grandmother's house often, the three of them, and that was the best of all. Mrs. O'Ryan's amazing body, amazing for her age, amazing because she was a grandmother of three, was on nearly full display then. She'd wear modest "old-lady" bathing suits, one-piece outfits, but ones that pushed her ample tits up and out. Jason would marvel at her legs, of course, tanned and rugged and shaped to perfection, but her chest as well, a delicious patch of wrinkled cleavage rippling to her tits below, and above, the most succulent neck he'd ever seen, folded flesh he longed to bury his face in.

She felt more self-conscious about his stares as he got older, but at the same time happy for the attention of a handsome young man. And aroused someone 46 years her junior found her so attractive.

There were indications of the attraction both felt for one another but never spoke of. Stolen glances, innuendoes, and as Jason became more emboldened, snapshots taken of her incredible legs with his cell phone.

She'd noticed. He'd be at the beach, next to her, she and his grandmother chatting away, and he'd pretend to be texting. But he'd be taking photos, or videos, of her legs and feet as she sat crossing them in her chair.

She was flattered. She was frightened.

She made sure never to be alone with him - just in case her sexual urges got the better of her. But one day when he was about 20, she was at his grandmother's house, in the pantry, reaching for a bottle of wine on a mid-level shelf. It necessitated her standing on tiptoes, and in her knee-length, very snug black Spandex exercise pants, resulted in her majestic calves swelling into diamond-shaped ridges above her short white socks.

Jason came in at that precise moment. The pantry door was open and directly before him past the short entryway. The sight of those calves, flexed hard and rolling under her sexy, tanned flesh, made him gasp.

"Oh, Jason, didn't see you there," she said shyly, dropping down to her feet, the bubbles of muscle gone smooth. "I was just...uh getting..."

"Can I help you, Mrs. O'Ryan?" he said eagerly, walking into the pantry.

It was a tight space, narrow, both sides with shelves stacked with food, dry goods and wine. She turned to face the shelf, pointing above at the wanted bottle. Jason reached for it, the motion in the confining pantry putting him in breathtakingly close proximity to her ass, which was pressed tightly against her Spandex-covered bottom.

He'd gone slightly hard just seeing her calves seconds before but now, as he was agonizingly close to her butt, went fully erect. As he reached, he stumbled and fell against her. They stood like that, he pressed against her bottom, bottle in hand, silent and stunned. Both aware of the feeling overcoming them. Both fighting it. Jason less so.

He moaned and gulped, backing away, crashing into a stack of dishes on a shelf, the top one toppling to the floor and shattering.

"Oh shit!" he cried out. "Mrs. O'Ryan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"To bump into me, of course not, Jason, don't be silly!" she completed, fully aware of the heat she was feeling in her loins, the slight dampness there as a result of their millisecond of contact. "Here, let's clean this up before your grandma gets back." 

"Back?" he said. "Where is she?"

"Oh, she walked down the street to drop off some candy at Irene McCormick's house, she's always doing nice things for people, you know, it's..."

She stopped as she squatted down to pick up the large pieces of shattered plate and looked up: Right into Jason's crotch. There was no mistaking his excitement as his cock, thick and full and alluring, pressed outward in a sexy outline against his tight jeans.

Jason quickly squatted, too, helping her pick up the pieces. He looked away, to the side, at the floor, at the pieces of dish, anywhere but her eyes. And at one point, below her squatting thighs were those maddeningly well-muscled calves, folded out as her thighs pressed down onto them, thick pads of alluring flesh flaring from her shinbones, meaty and smooth. He stared at the tanned meat of them, freckled and tight.

He felt his cock twitch, despite his willing it down. They worked quietly, quickly, sweeping up the remnants, she walking out of the pantry ahead of him, his eyes down drinking in the flexing calves. She felt them on him, and smiled.

She tossed the debris in the trash, facing away as he walked toward her. She turned and he was close, too close.

"Mrs. O'Ryan, I'm sorry I...in there...I tripped..." he stammered.

"Jason, please, don't be silly!" she said, her hands cupping his biceps reflexively, the way she and many people did when talking to others, marveling at the steely feel of his young flesh, tingling her. "It's...no big..."

Neither was sure who leaned in, he down, she up, but they kissed. Their lips met, and they kissed. Until awkwardness and embarrassment kicked in and overrode it, the feeling was instant and encompassing as their lips melted to each other's, no shame, no revulsion, just two people kissing. Bodies joining. Emotions combining. That he was 20, she 66 was the furthest thing from their immediate mind.

It didn't last long, a second, maybe a bit more. But it was enough, just enough to moisten Mrs. O'Ryan's pussy, a pussy long untouched in her widow world. And to make Jason moan and ejaculate in his pants.

She knew it, of course, as their lips parted and faces separated and she still held fast to his biceps. She felt the tremble there, a tremble sweeping his young body. She saw the fluttering eyelids, the gulping, the follow-up widening of the eyes, the shame on his face. It lasted seconds, long, painful, sexy, energizing seconds.

"Mrs...oh, God...," he groaned, stepping back and turning away.

"Jason, Jason!" she cried out, stepping to him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Please...I'm so sorry, I never should have...kissed...it's silly, I'm sorry, I'm a silly, stupid old woman, and I..."

"You're not silly and stupid and you're not old!" he gasped, still facing away.

"I'm...you...it's nothing...it...it happens...I'm..." she said, struggling for coherence. "I'm flattered."

He stood straight, slowly turning, astonishment on his face.

"You...you are?"

"Jason, a handsome young man like you, a young man with...these urgencies, well I...honestly, it's all right, you made me feel...attractive, wanted," she smiled softly.

"You are!" he gasped, reaching for her, stopped by her palms on his chest.

"Now, this goes no further, Jason, I'm sorry, it's just...well, it's not right, and we'll say no more about it," she said firmly, the woman in her not meaning a word of it but the granny in her feeling it was the right thing to say. "OK? It's OK, really, it's OK..."

He sighed, looking away, walking away, feeling the cum cool in his pants.

"OK, you're right, you're right," he said softly. "I...uh...I have clothes here, I just..."

"Of course, of course," she said, watching his sad walk down the hall.

She leaned back against the counter, thinking. She looked down at her feet, her shins, her calves. She smiled thinking how they must have pleased him so, shaking the feeling threatening to overtake her. But she felt her groin ache, and knew the truth.

They did say no more about it in the coming months, seeing each other only occasionally at the beach or Jason's grandmother's house or in a store in town. They'd exchange pleasantries, pretending it would suffice. Neither said a word about that day.

And then on this cool summery day a couple years later, a couple years of painfully ignoring their spark, they found each other alone again. Jason on the steps of his grandmother's house, coming by on his bike from his home across town to get her mail and check on things. Maureen clutching the tablecloth to her chest, her whitish-blonde hair pulled into a ponytail.

The sliver caught his eye, that sweet hint, the teasing glimpse of calf and shin. It held promise. It was driving him mad.

"I, uh, I uh...was just getting the mail, checking things...she's away, you know, Grandma, she's away," he stammered.

"I know, I know," Maureen said with equal nervousness. "This tablecloth...Was just going to leave it between the doors or something..."

They stared at each other, that day in the pantry screaming in their memories.

"I'll just go, here, here you take it," she finally said, walking to the steps, reaching and handing it to him.

Their fingers touched. The surge was there, palpable and unavoidable. She smiled, pulling away as he held the tablecloth.

"Do you...know where it goes?" she asked.

"No, not really," he said. "A drawer somewhere I guess?"

She laughed, "Silly boy, here, I'll put it away, no problem."

She waltzed in confidently, convincing herself nothing would happen, taking the tablecloth from him and walking down the hall to the dining room and tucking it into a credenza there. Jason watched her every step of the way, his eyes fixed on that alluring hint of leg.

She walked back down the hall, and instead of branching out toward the front door, went left, to the kitchen. Where two years ago, Jason had cum in his pants from kissing her.

It was a conscious choice, she thought, but not really. Now there in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, she had no idea what to say. But always being a rather straightforward type, which came in handy in her previous life as a real estate agent, she firmed her resolve to slay the elephant in the room.

She had to. She didn't want their relationship, always friendly and loving, to be soured by what had happened.

"Jason," she said, arms folded across her chest, "I've always believed in honesty. Honesty is the best policy. And I want us to be honest. Unafraid. Of what happened. I want to talk about it, get to the root of it."

He blushed crimson, looking down. Stealing a glimpse of that sliver of leg.

"I...guess...OK...Mrs. O'Ryan," he groaned.

"Now this is what I mean!" she said, arms out to the side for emphasis. "You're looking now, you're looking at my legs! What's visible anyway! You've long looked at them haven't you? It's OK, Jason, let's talk about it, let's get this out in the open and be done with it, please, for our sake, the sake of our friendship!"

He looked up at her. She never looked more beautiful.

"Come, come on, sit down," she said, scooping his arm in hers, guiding him to the airy living room and plopping him down on the couch as she took a seat in a nearby cushioned chair, crossing her legs. "Please, Jason, don't be shy, there's nothing to be gained by being shy, withholding. It's OK, just tell me: What is it..."

She pointed to her crossed leg. And then, on impulse, pulled up that pant leg. The sliver was now a gaping, lovely view of her incredible shin, freckled and tanned, and supple, meaty calf in the back. He gulped.

"Jason, I am absolutely flattered you find my legs...me, I guess, so attractive!" she said brightly. "It's perfectly all right! Just tell me. What do you like? About these? My legs?"

He was stunned into silence. She was giving him license to talk about the objects of his affection, those solid, strong legs. 

"Is it the what...the shape? The size? The what, musculature?" she added helpfully, hitting every chord with resounding accuracy. "They are pretty muscular, I admit, I walk a lot..."

She looked at him looking at them. Mischievously, she stood, turning, standing on tiptoes after pulling up the other pant leg. From behind her, she smiled at the audible gasp that resulted.

"The muscles, I guess," she giggled. "Do they look muscular, Jason? What do they look like when I do this?"

"They look...they're so...smooth...so firm...they they they...bulge up like that..." he groaned.

"Bulge up, I like that," she said.

She turned, sat down, crossing her other leg, flashing that flared muscle around shinbone at him, his eyes riveted to it.

"How long?" she asked quizzically. "Have you been so...I guess smitten with these...my legs?"

It was jarring, the honesty, the freedom of discussion, in Jason's mind. He couldn't believe this dark secret of his, this fascination with this sexy older granny's curved and hard legs, was right there, out in the open. He felt energized by it. And told her, haltingly at first, the details of his first fascination with her, and her legs. That time in this very same living room when he was 18 and the sight of her sexy legs caused him to go into the bathroom and take matters in hand.

"Wow," Maureen gushed, sitting back, arms tapping the arms of the chair. "Wow. Amazing. I cannot believe I did that to you, Jason. I feel like I should be sorry...but hell, I'm so flattered, really."

"You are?" he asked, astonished, making no effort now to hide his gawking at that amazing leg of hers, bouncing as it crossed over the other, a flexing and relaxing crease of calf muscle flaring alongside her shiny tanned shin. "Really?"

She looked at him, smiling.

"Really," she said with a tone of seduction that surprised her.

That was, she would realize later, the tipping point. When passion overcame reason. When curiosity caved in to caution. When propriety crashed under the weight of need.

Need. She needed it. She needed him. She needed the pure, raw romance of fucking. The thought overcame her. She blushed thinking of possibility.

"Come here, young man," she said with a hint of dominance to her tone, a voice sultry and low. "Right here."

She pointed to the floor. He gulped, knelt, crawled to her. She felt suddenly alive in a way she'd never had. She was in control. She'd never been in control, sexually. With her late husband, sex was customary and accustomed. Missionary style. Quick, easy, done with.

This was something else. This was something in her unrealized.

He knelt, inches from her shin. His breath, he realized, was in short supply. What came out of his mouth washed over her hot leg.

"I think you should kiss it," she found herself saying. "Kiss it. Kiss my shin. Go on. It's the only way to get through this fascination...this addiction you seem to have..."

She looked down at his innocent, pure face as it dipped forward, moaning, kissing just below the knee, then down the shin, down to the little white sock. Her pussy was electrified by the touch.

"Lick," she groaned with a throaty growl. "Now lick it. Lick them both."

She uncrossed her legs, pressing the calves into the seat, the meat of them flaring even wider now alongside the shins Jason licked like a frantic dog, up and down, digging into the flesh.

"Oh my," she gasped at the feel of wet tongue slithering up and down her shins. "Oh my!"

She pushed him back slightly, lifting her legs, plunking them on his shoulders. His eyes frantically darted from side to side, ingesting the hallowed vision of them, far closer than he'd ever had before. They were firm and meaty, tight and hard as she tensed them. She moved them in, pushing on his neck. He felt the steel beneath the flesh ripple and harden. His cock was threatening eruption from the touch.

"They're very, very strong you know, my calves, Mrs. O'Ryan's...big...nasty...calves!" she said seductively, one finger at her lips, playfully sucking the tip. "Very strong..."

She squeezed. Jason groaned at the pain and pleasure of the crimping of the blood flow to his brain, making him dizzy. His extremities tingled as she scissored his neck in the long-held objects of his affection. His cock was wet, dripping pre-cum in his pants. He gulped, holding the explosion back.

She was in full control now, she knew it, and it overpowered her, like a new drug, an opiate, strong and pure and urgent. This dominant side pleased her. She'd never explored it before, not even a little. And now she wanted nothing more than to explore it completely.

She giggled as he moaned in her scissoring calf flesh, easing the pressure. She pulled one away from his face, turning it, offering him the swell of muscle as she tensed it up.

"Lick it," she growled. "Lick my calf."

He was a goner now, lost in her leg world, moaning and madly lapping the salty flesh of her calf, sucking the meat of it, tasting her, ingesting every inch. She watched in rapt fascination as this man-boy worshipped at the temple of her captivating calves.


Captivating Calves of Mrs. O'Ryan Ch. 02



It had been a long time. Too long for Jason. Too long for Maureen O'Ryan.

Theirs was a brief, fleeting encounter, affair more realistically. Jason, a handsome 22 year old man, was smitten with the sexy legs of Mrs. O'Ryan, a spry and sexy 68-year-old widow friend of his grandmother's.

Since he was 18, Jason was taken by the sexy older woman's incredible legs, every slight sag, every delicate wrinkle of tanned skin on her shapely gams driving him nuts. It came to a head at first when the two of them were alone in his granny's pantry and they found themselves pressed tightly to one another when Jason watched her stretch to get a bottle of wine from a high shelf. 

The sight of her bulging, muscular old calves in her knee-length tights up close made him rock hard. And when he helped her, it got worse: He'd stumbled, crashing dishes around them, falling into her lovely old butt, his crotch pressed into it. They both felt it, both trying to ignore it.

They could not. They composed themselves only to find themselves in the kitchen, kissing gently, holding one another and Jason cumming in his pants. His shame led to her comforting him, assuring him it was all right. And then saying nothing of it for two more long years. 

It drove them both mad, but Mrs. O'Ryan had thought she'd better leave well enough alone even if it was often all she could think about. She'd made him cum in his pants just by kissing, and her imagination ran wild thinking what else she could possibly do to him, for him, with him. She felt badly about it, about having such an effect on a boy decades younger.

And then two years later, they met again by happenstance at his grandmother's home where he'd gone to check on it in her absence, and she had come by to drop off a borrowed linen, standing on the walkway showing just a hint, a glimpse, a tease of that succulent calf, that shiny shin. 

Where longing and lust took hold, all barriers of age and propriety shattered. Where they became lovers in a couple of hours of intense passion, in his grandmother's bed. Where Jason adored and worshipped the sexy older woman's incredible calves, thighs, feet and every inch of her succulent granny body.

It made her feel like a new woman, capable of pleasing such a young stud. She'd assured him they'd meet again, but then guilt overcame passion and she avoided him all the while becoming hornier than ever, spending many a night in her bed alone with her vibrator, remembering Jason's incredible eagerness, thick cock and talented tongue.

It was just as bad for Jason, too, worse in fact. He was consumed by the thought of her and her lovely legs. 

Then one cool fall day some long months later, he'd stopped by his grandmother's house, walking in as usual and calling out to her.

"In here, Jason!" his grandmother yelled from the living room.

He walked in and froze in his tracks. He saw it, the sliver, the slightest hint of leg that got to him every time. There sat Mrs. Maureen O'Ryan, looking as beautiful as ever, wearing a pair of black spandex pants that ended down her shiny, freckled shins, just above her short white socks, baring the tiniest glimpse of her luscious lower leg. 

The glimpse that had gotten to him, to both of them, months ago. 

Jason smiled weakly.

"Oh, Mrs. O'Ryan," he warbled, catching himself and talking more firmly. "Didn't know you were here..how nice...to see you again..."

"Yes, Jason, same here," she said far more controlled than the nervous boy, delighting in his unease.

She'd been the dominant one in their brief tryst, unleashing a part of her she didn't know existed. And now she felt it rising in her again, as Jason stood, uncomfortable at the sight of her.

She crossed one gorgeous leg, causing that pant leg to slip up her shin. Smiling, she slowly pulled it up to her knee, then the other, revealing those alluring, muscular old calves.

"Getting a bit warm in here," she said, by way of explaining the baring of her legs.

But Jason knew what she was doing. And he went hard in his baggy shorts at the view she provided.

She felt good that he was clearly unnerved by her presence, by the reveal of her calves, calves that first drew him to her. She took from that to mean she'd been on his mind since their last time together. In bed. Having the best sex of either of their lives.

"Maureen was just out for a walk, and I joined her," his grandmother said pleasantly, as both gals sipped white wine this later afternoon. "It started to rain so we came back, and here we are!"

"Yes, here you are," Jason mimicked sweetly, always taken by his granny's enthusiasm for the simplest things.

Maureen watched him fidget as she and his granny talked, thinking back to his eager attention and willingness to do anything, including kissing her after she'd sucked his cock dry. His adventurous spirit ignited one in hers she hadn't realized was there.

They talked a bit, the two older women, Jason leaning on the counter with cell phone in hand. Pretending to text, and taking photos of Mrs. O'Ryan's shapely legs. She pretended not to notice, but she did and was flattered by it.

"Texting your girlfriends, young man?" she asked pointedly, Jason hurrying to put his phone down and smiling sheepishly at her. "You must have many, you handsome boy, you!

"Uh, yeah, you know," he mumbled.

"Come, sit," she purred, patting the sofa cushion next to her as she crossed her meaty calves, the flesh of the top one folding out in a fleshy flare over the shin. "Let's catch up."

He was a goner. He couldn't take his eyes off that supple calf as the two women chatted, Mrs. O'Ryan sitting back and laughing as they did, crossing the other leg and at one point plopping both feet up on the coffee table, flattening her stellar calves against it, the muscles flaring out.

"Oh, my, my feet are such a mess, my socks are a bit wet," she said. "I'm sorry Colleen, I shouldn't have my stinky old feet up on your coffee table."

"Oh, don't fret, Maureen...dear me, take them off, mine are nasty, too," Colleen said, peeling off her own sneakers and dirty socks. "Jason, be a dear and go put these in the laundry room, it'll help dry them out. Honey, I'll go get us some dry socks so our feet won't get cold!"

Jason smiled weakly as Maureen, with a beaming grin, dutifully and slowly took off her sneakers and peeled off her wet, grungy socks, handing them to him. His hands trembled as he took them, trying not to inhale so deeply as to give himself away, but the scent was overpowering, ripe, raw, a foot funk he'd missed since sucking her toes that time in his grandmother's bed.

Colleen darted by, handing her socks and sneaks to the boy and ran upstairs. Jason stood, looking at the soggy socks and filthy sneakers of Mrs. O'Ryan's in his right hand. 

She looked up at him, wiggling her sweaty bare toes, catching his eye.

"Go on, go do what granny says, Jason," she cooed softly, startling him by running a hand casually up his thigh under his shorts leg and stroking his stiff cock. "And when you're in there...don't you DARE cum!"

He backed away nervously, down the hall to the laundry room at the end. The dryer was tumbling away, the room arid and warm. He shut the door behind him, putting his grandmother's socks and sneakers near it. And keeping Mrs. O'Ryan's in his hands.

"Oh my God," he groaned, suddenly ramming her filthy footwear to his face.

The stench was acrid, biting, bitter and beautiful. The wet socks were bad enough, he thought, rubbing the moist, dirty fabric into his nose, devouring the smell and sucking the funk from them, but her sneakers were worse.

He held the socks aside and buried his face in one of them, the wetness clinging to his face, the aroma dark, brutally pungent and making him nearly cum in his pants.

He inhaled his fill of both, freeing his cock as he did, stroking it madly with her filthy, bunched-up socks. Through feverish eyes, he saw his grandmother's sneakers. He wondered. He hated himself for it but couldn't stop now.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he groaned to himself, hitting his knees and picking one of them up.

It was a familiar smell, not unlike Mrs. O'Ryan's filthy sneaker, but decidedly less aromatic. He inhaled deeply, ignoring the reasoning portion of his brain, and quickly added to his perverse pleasure by stuffing her other sneaker around his cock, feeling the sweat of his granny's foot on his dick, and the scrape of the rough insole.

Maureen waited as she sat there alone, giving him just enough time. What she imagined him doing made her smile. And her pussy wet.

"Here ya go, hon," Colleen said brightly upon her return wearing a clean pair of white socks, handing Maureen a short pair of black trouser socks. "Sorry, don't have any more white ones, but these are pretty warm."

"Oh, they're fine, they'll do nicely," Maureen said, pulling them over her smelly feet and up to the slight bubble of her defined calf muscles. "Uh, I just have to use the little girl's room."

"Oh, go ahead, go ahead, I want to watch this anyway, take your time," Colleen said happily, turning to watch her favorite mindless afternoon talk show.

She toddled off down the hall, past the bathroom door but shutting it and putting the light on to make it look like she was in there, just in case. She walked to the laundry room, slowly turning the knob. 

Peering in, she stifled a laugh: There was the young stud on his knees, frantically jerking off with his grandmother's nasty sneaker, and inhaling and devouring Maureen's rancid socks.

"Well, that makes me a bit jealous!" she hissed, shutting the door behind her.

Jason spun around, falling onto his ass, his cock buried in the bobbing sneaker, one of Maureen's socks stuck to his face. His skin went white, his eyes saucer wide.

"Mrs. O'Ryan!" he cried out.

"Yes, Mrs. O'Ryan," she growled. "Better that than Granny popping in on you, I'd say. Now stand up. And do NOT remove your grandmother's sneaker from that beautiful cock of yours!"

He obeyed, standing sheepishly with her socks in his hand, his grandmother's sneaker hanging from the end of his stiff dick. Maureen giggled.

"I'm finding out things about you, dear boy, naughty things!" she growled, walking to him and taking her socks, holding them to his face with one hand, holding the sneaker on his dick with the other. "Now kiss me, it's been far too long."

They did, with the socks she held up between them, both of them sucking the disgusting fabric, Maureen's eyes heavy lidded and sultry, Jason's wide open and disbelieving. Her tongue shot past the sock into his mouth as she stroked his cock with Colleen's sweaty sneaker.

"God, my socks stink SO bad, don't they?" she laughed softly, slurping his tongue, then her sock and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. "So sweaty, so rotten....Do you like the smell, baby?"

"Oh, GOD, yes, Mrs. O'Ryan," he moaned, about to cum in his grandmother's sneaker.

"Do you love granny's foot smell better than mine?" she cooed.

"No, no, never!"

"That's a good boy...that's my good foot slave boy....," scarcely believing the words she was saying nor the ease with which she said them, as if she'd waited her whole adult life to do so. "My good...foot slave boy..."

They continued to kiss, and she continued to pump his cock with Colleen's sneaker. He groaned and stiffened. She slowed her pace.

"Do you like your granny's calves, too, Jason?" she teased. "Must admit, they're pretty hot....not like mine, of course, but the sexy old lady's got some tone to her legs, her calves...they're nice...smooth...muscular...so lickable...

"Would you like that, Jason?" she hissed, sucking at his tongue. "Would you like sucking your grandmother's calves like you sucked mine while we fucked? Hmmm? Maybe her scissoring your neck in them until you passed out? Would you?"

"YES YES OH SHIT!" he cried out.

She let him have one shot and quickly used her free hand to twist around the base of his jetting dick, painfully thwarting his full release. He groaned and throaty, desperate growl into her mouth, her tongue inside it.

"PLEASE!" he begged. "Finish me, let me finish!!"

"Not yet, stud, I told you not to cum!" Maureen laughed, pulling her tongue out of his moaning mouth, lifting the sneaker to look inside. "Hmm, you made a mess of granny's sneaker! Clean it."

"What?" he asked, astonished.

"I said clean it, Jason. Clean the cum you just put inside your grandmother's sneaker," she said calmly but forcefully. "You just admitted you think your sexy granny has hot calves and that you'd love 'em around your neck! So eat that cum from her filthy sneaker. Now!"

He blinked, watching her peel back the tongue of the shoe and opening it wide, showing him the thin bright white strip of cum he'd left there. She put it up to his face, then over it, and Jason groaned as he dutifully stuck his tongue out, slurping up the wayward stream of spunk, sucking it back into his mouth, tasting his flavor mixed with his grandmother's foot sweat. 

Maureen quickly attached her lips to his, sucking it out and shooting it back inside, the two lovers separated by two generations snowballing in the dry heat of the laundry room now permeated with the funky stench of two sexy old women's socks and sneakers. 

Jason's balls ached for release, his dick harder than ever between them.

"See ya back in the living room, stud," she finally sighed, breaking their kiss and lapping the smeared residue of their snowballing from his face, giving his dick a quick tug. "And do NOT cum, I don't want to have to say it again!"

She laughed and walked out, feeling his eyes riveted to the backs of her supple legs, her calves flexing above black socks. She returned to the living room as Colleen watched TV.

Jason composed himself, wanting to finish cumming but obeying Mrs. O'Ryan's edict. He finally got his cock to go soft enough to stuff back in his shorts, and walked back to the living room.

"Honestly, you have spectacular legs, honey," she was saying to the blushing Colleen. "Oh, Jason, there you are. We were just talking about walking and exercising, and I was telling your granny she has great legs! Don't you think so, hon, doesn't your granny have great legs?"

His cock went stiff again. He quickly sat in a high stool by the kitchen island to hide it. Maureen winked at him, his face going crimson.

"Oh, now really, Maureen, now you, you've got great legs, not like mine, they're all saggy and wrinkled," Colleen said. "I'm an old woman, older than you!"

"What, by two years, that's nothing," Maureen laughed. "And thanks, I do try to stay in shape, and people do say my legs are my best feature! Especially my calves, they're kinda muscular aren't they?"

"They are, you lucky gal," Colleen said.

Jason nearly shot his load watching as his grandmother, sitting in a chair, and Maureen on the couch, looked down at their own legs, curling their calves into a muscular pose, Maureen's far more defined than his granny, who Jason noticed intently, had pretty gorgeous calves of her own. 

They were shapely and firm, whiter than Mrs. O'Ryan's, but very attractive. He imagined her socked feet in the sneaker he was just inhaling, and licked cum from. His mind raced.

"Let's compare!" Maureen suddenly said, standing. "Up honey, on your feet, we'll let Jason judge!"

He grew impossibly harder watching Mrs. O'Ryan and his beloved grandmother standing side by side, facing away from him, leaning on the back of the sofa and standing on their toes, which caused their calves to erupt in muscle, Mrs. O'Ryan's far more so. His eyes bugged out of his head as they did toe raises, the flowing, sexy muscles beneath the skin driving him mad.

"Who's got the better calves, honey?" Maureen cooed over her shoulder, looking at Jason and licking her lips. "Tell us, who has the more muscular, and well, sexier calves!"

"You naughty thing," Colleen laughed. 

"Uh...well....you both..." he stammered.

"Come, feel them, that's the only way," Maureen giggled. "Just get down behind us and feel our calf muscles!"

If anything made him shoot in his shorts, this would be it. Fighting the urge to do so, Jason stumbled over to the two women with a combined age of 135, and knelt down, hands trembling as he put his right one on his granny's supple calf and the other on Mrs. O'Ryan's.

"Wow," he groaned.

"Wow what, honey?" his granny giggled. "Lotta muscle there, huh?"

"Which is more muscular, Jason," Mrs. O'Ryan purred, standing as high on her toes as she could, bulging up the calf in Jason's shaking hand, his fingers kneading the smooth, tanned flesh. "Who has the more muscular calves?"

"Oh, you do, Mrs. O'Ryan, you do!" he said with too much enthusiasm, then cutting it back with a more constrained, "But Granny, yours are pretty hard, too!"

"Hard is good, I'll take hard," his grandmother laughed, sitting down.

Maureen giggled at the unintended double intendre. She knew that hard is just what Jason was as he cupped her calf. Finally, the women sat down, Maureen teasing Jason by again crossing and bouncing her leg, the big sexy muscle driving him insane. She continued to pointedly talk about legs, their legs, her legs, remarking that the skin of hers was getting dry.

"Yes, me, too, I need to find some good lotion," Colleen said, running her hand down over her calves.

"Well, I think I may have just the thing," Maureen said brightly.

She looked at Jason and smiled. He groaned. All both could think of was that time at his grandmother's house, he'd fucked her calves – in the very chair she sat in now – and enticed him to lick his cum from them.

His balls were throbbing, his cock aching.

"Really, what kind of cream?" Colleen asked intently.

"Well, a special one, a...a unique blend of aloe and...well, I mix in my own ingredients, it works wonders and could be just what you need for your sexy legs!"

"Oh, stop, stop," Colleen laughed. "But sure, if you have any...."

"Sure thing, honey, anything for a friend," Maureen said, pretending to fish deep in her purse for the lotion even though a small bottle of aloe was within sight. "Ya know, I have to...tinkle, so I'll look for it and bring it back, OK?"

"Thanks, Maureen," Colleen said, turning to watch TV. "You're the best."

She got up and walked past Jason, motioning for him to follow and giving him a sly smile. He gulped and obeyed, eyes cast downward on those amazing, flexing calves as she walked, mumbling to his grandmother he had to use the other bathroom in the spare bedroom. 

Maureen went into the hall bathroom, he behind her. She locked the door. She smiled and turned, embracing him for a long, tongue-slurping kiss, grinding his cock to her.

"On your knees," she snarled, breaking the kiss and pulling out the small wide-mouth bottle of aloe which was a quarter full. "Gotta give Granny her special cream..."

"No, Mrs. O'Ryan, that's...that's..." he stammered.

"That's what, sick, obscene, perverse?" she laughed quietly. "Like you fucking and cumming in your granny's stinky sneaker wasn't? On your knees, we haven't much time. Do what you're told, Jason. Now!"

He moaned, kneeling, her gorgeous granny ass at his face. She pointed lower.

"Lick my calves, lick them with long, wet strokes," she hissed, flexing them for him as he bent his head, his face at them, feeling their heat. "Get them nice and slippery for your cock..."

He groaned, nearly cumming in his shorts the second his long tongue made contact with the salty, sweaty flesh, lapping madly up the thick bubble of meat, the flesh tight from the muscles pulsating beneath. He licked and suckled and worked his way to the inside calves, Maureen spreading her feet slightly to give his adoring face access.

After a minute of soaking them with his tongue, Maureen bumped his face with them. He sat up and watched her slowly peel down her Spandex pants just enough to reveal her milk-white, dimpled ass, slightly wrinkled but shapely and commanding. She pulled aside the thong, her little pucker dark inside her crack.




Captivating Calves of Mrs. O'Ryan Ch. 02



"Lick my asshole, boy," she snarled in a hoarse whisper, tucking her fingers to her furry crotch and diddling her clit with one hand, pulling open one meaty ass cheek with the other. "And fuck my calves!"

He nearly came again as he buried his face into her funky, aromatic butt, not minding the sweaty smell, the scent of a long day and long walk, and speared her tight anal ring with his tongue. 

The walls of them, smooth and strong, gripped it in a velvety embrace, pulling it deeper inside as she clenched and flexed her wrinkly cheeks that embraced his face. 

He moaned in pain and pleasure as it felt like she'd tear his tongue off inside her milking asshole, but wanting to be nowhere else in the world but face first in it.

He freed his cock with trembling hands, shuffling forward on his knees, and lancing the meaty, wet calves as Maureen held them close together. 

He fucked them in a blind, fast rhythm, pumping madly, his orgasm quickly building. As was hers as she frigged her hairy quim to a quick cum, soaking her fingers.

"Gonna cu.." he tried to say without using his tongue which was being devoured by Mrs. O'Ryan's gripping ass ring.

She slipped her calves back a bit, freeing just the head, and bent over, fitting the tip of Jason's cock to the bottle opening. He tried to fuck her again, but she scissored his cock too tightly, cutting off the cum he was about to spurt.

"Relax, just the tip, just the tip," she cooed. "Now shoot for my calves!"

She eased the squeeze on his cock just a bit, her muscular calves relaxing just enough to release the flow. The dam broke all at once, and Jason screamed in pleasure directly up her meaty ass folding around his face as he shot long, thick streams into the little bottle in her hand.

"Shhh!" she laughed, reaching with her free hand to grip the back of his head and pull his face deeper into her rump, suffocating him and smothering his cries.

He shot what seemed like a gallon of cum into the bottle, quickly filling it, and now Maureen pulled it off and stood, the movement causing her meaty calves to move forward and capture Jason's cock head, where it shot a few more waning loads of cum into the quivering muscles as she flexed and relaxed them rapidly, the meaty flesh milking him dry. 

"There you go, there you go," she said sweetly, finishing him in her calves and looking at the bottle, shaking it to mix with the aloe. "Now be a dear and suck off what I couldn't fit in my bottle."

He pulled his barely wilting cock from the meaty wet clamp of her calves, bending to dutifully slurp up the residue, thick clumps on the inside, his slavish tongue running over the bulging muscle as she flexed up on her toes, the muscles going harder. 

He stuffed his cock back into his shorts as he finished cleaning her majestic calves, and stood as she pulled up her pants and turned to give him a quick, deep, wet kiss, lapping the cum from his face and smiling.

She shook the bottle, mixing the aloe and cum.

"There now, that should be a good texture, Granny's gonna love my, well, OUR special cream!" she laughed, opening the door and looking out to make sure Colleen wasn't there. "Follow me in a minute."

"I can't believe...I can't....my grandmother, that you're...." he groaned.

"Honey, just helping a friend with a dry-skin issue, that's all," Maureen giggled, suddenly gripping his cock in his shorts. "Now follow me in a minute, and don't think about touching this!"

She walked out leaving Jason to his thoughts – and stiffening cock. He waited and then walked out, where to his horror, Maureen was watching his grandmother open the bottle and hold it to her nose.

"My what an unusual aroma!" she said, astonished. "It smells like...what do you use, Maureen?"

"Oh, aloe, of course and, well, some other creams I have at the house that give it a special smell and texture," she said. "Go on, Colleen, try some on your calves, you'll love it!"

Jason slumped into the kitchen counter stool, mouth agape, watching his grandmother squirt some cream – his cum for the most part – into her hands, smooth them together and then down over her long, hard calves and shins. She rubbed it in happily, the thick streaks of white working into her skin and she cooed appreciatively.

"That feels so nice!" she said. "Really feels good on my dry skin!"

"That's the idea, honey," Maureen smile, sitting back in her chair, teasing Jason with the crossed leg bouncing over the other. "You know, it's good all over. Put some on your face, Colleen, your lips seem kinda of dry."

Jason's eyes went wider as she looked at him as she said it, watching in horror as his grandmother lifted her slimy palms to her face, rubbing his cum into her forehead, cheeks, neck and over her lips.

"Go ahead, it's organic, all organic, and is edible," Maureen added as she watched. "You can get it in your mouth, it won't hurt you."

Colleen shrugged and dabbed a bit more cream on her fingers, rubbing it into her lips.

"Mmmm, it feels so creamy and smooth, and tastes pretty good!" she laughed, running her tongue over her lips, relishing the flavor.

"Oh my God!" Jason cried out.

"What?" his grandmother said in a concerned tone, looking at him, a thin bridge of cum-cream hanging between her lips.

"Cramp, foot cramp, got a cramp," he lied, stamping his foot on the floor pretending to get it out.

"You need water, go get a drink, hon," Maureen cooed.

Jason, his mind racing, walked to the sink and got a long glass full of water, gulping it down. When he turned back, he saw his grandmother peeling off her socks and trying to rub some cream into her old, wrinkled feet.

He'd not noticed them before, but now his eyes were riveted on them, the long soles up on the table, wrinkled deeply, veins running over her insteps and slim ankles, toes long and knobby. She squirted cream into her hands and tried to rub them on her feet, but was struggling.

"Not as flexible as I used to be," she grunted, trying to work the cream onto her toes, her back aching.

"Jason, be a dear and help granny would you?"

Maureen's words hung in the air. He looked at her, she smiling at him, head nodding toward Colleen, who wasn't looking at them and was still struggling to reach her feet with her hands streaked with Jason's cum.

"No, no, don't be silly," she grunted, trying to stretch more to reach her feet. "Ow, my back!"

"Jason, go, help her out," Maureen said more insistently.

Jason groaned, shuffling to the table on which rested his grandmother's insanely sexy feet. He got close and could smell their ripeness, could see the grit and moisture clumped between those long, gnarly toes. His grandmother smiled shyly, handing him the bottle.

"If you don't mind, honey?" she asked sweetly.

His cock throbbed in his shorts now as he squirted the cream, containing cum fresh from his nuts, into his trembling hands and rubbed them up and down his grandmother's long, sexy feet. He worked it over her toes, between them, down the sleek sweep of those wrinkled soles and rubbing it in, harder, massaging them. 

His long fingers clutched her insteps as he dug his thumbs into the meaty creases of her soles. She moaned.

"Oh, oh my," she groaned. "That feels so good!"

"Doesn't it, though?" Maureen laughed. "A good foot rub is hard to find!"

She emphasized hard, winking at Jason who'd turned to look at her, then back to work on his granny's feet. Colleen was melting, leaning back in her seat, head on the cushion, eyes closed. She couldn't believe how good it felt.

Too good, she feared. As the long thumbs of her grandson kneaded and massaged the tired, wrinkled soles, she felt a jolt of sexual electricity she was not expecting coursing up her calves and thighs and into her groin. She felt herself go moist, felt a tingle she hadn't in ages. 

Guilt and shame crossed her mind, but was quickly overridden by the mounting fullness she felt in her pussy.

Maureen noticed, and smiled as she watched Colleen succumb to the feeling. Jason, head down, could not notice as he was staring into his grandmother's sexy feet, inhaling the aroma around them as he worked her soles.

Colleen felt it building, her orgasm, in a way she'd never experienced with her late husband, nor the long years since his death as she would occasionally work her hand into her pussy or use a vibrator. This was something else, forbidden and nasty, an orgasm cultivated at the literal hands of her doting grandson. 

She felt it building, unable to fight it, looking down now through heavy lidded eyes at the top of her grandson's head as he eagerly massaged her old feet.

Her eyes looked up to Maureen's. Her friend smiled at her. She nodded and mouthed the words, "It's OK...it's OK..enjoy it...."

Colleen's head flopped back to the couch, eyes rolling in their sockets as the orgasm thundered in her groin, consuming her. She dared not make a sound, emitting only slight soft "oh's" as she came, quietly, barely moving, feeling her pussy flood her panties. It lasted 30 seconds, maybe more, the best and most unusual she'd ever experienced, and when it waned, her entire body melted into her chair, her head back. 

She draped one hand over her face and found herself lazily licking the sweet, unusual cream from her fingers.

Maureen nearly came from watching. 

"That looked good!" she said suddenly, snapping them out of their reverie. "Jason, I'm jealous! Here, do me, do my feet!"

Colleen's eyes widened as she looked over at Maureen who plopped her feet up on the table by her chair, and then her lips curled into a knowing smile. She casually tossed the nearly empty bottle to her friend as Jason turned, leaving his grandmother's feet, to shuffle over to Maureen on his knees. 

"Take my socks off, Jason, and do my feet just like you did Granny's!" she laughed, winking at the blushing Colleen who watched her grandson peel the black socks from her friend's stinky feet.

Jason moaned as the sweet feet came into view, the soles heavily wrinkled like his grandmother's but her toes shorter, thicker, fatter than hers. He shook the bottle and coaxed the last bit of cream into his hands, smearing them together and gulping nervously as he applied his hands to her feet, just as he had his grandmother's.

"Nice, nice, verrrrry nice," she cooed as she felt his strong thumbs work into her soles just as he had to his granny's, unknowingly hitting the sweet spot that connected it to her crotch.

He looked up at her, nervously, working her feet, leaning over them, sniffing the air for her funky foot scent. She smiled down at him, then looked over at Colleen. The shy woman got up on shaky feet, walking to the kitchen.

"I...I need a drink," she said. "Maureen, would you like one, a glass of wine?"

"By all means," she cooed. "Just what I need with this splendid foot massage!"

As Colleen turned in the kitchen, her back to the action, Maureen playfully clamped her muscular calves around Jason's neck, stunning the poor boy with the swift application of painful squeezing. His hands shot to them, cupping them in his hands, feeling the sweet muscle and relishing the sheer power of them as her calves crushed his neck, slowing the blood to his brain, just as she'd done when they were fucking upstairs in his grandmother's bed months ago. 

He looked desperately into her eyes, she mischievously into his before releasing her scissor lock, and resting her feet back on the table.

"Think Granny's calves can squeeze ya like that?" she whispered, leaning over to him.

Colleen was still pouring wine, so Maureen grabbed Jason's head and forced his mouth over her toes. The boy went wild, sucking them into his mouth, washing his tongue over the stubby digits and between them, ingesting with great pleasure the nasty, bitter grit and sweat, swallowing it down. She popped his mouth off, pushing him back and allowed him to continue rubbing her soles, just as Colleen turned and came back with two glasses of wine, handing her one and turning to walk away.

"Where you going, hon?" Maureen said as Jason worked her feet, the creamy fingers making obscene squishy sounds.

"I, uh...have something...I'll leave you two..." Colleen mumbled.

"Nonsense, sit, relax, watch your grandson rub my feet!" Maureen laughed, winking at her friend and taking a long sip of wine. "This shouldn't take long...I mean, I have to go soon anyway..."

Colleen smiled weakly and sat across from them, legs crossed, feeling the cool moistness in her pussy heat up again as she watched Jason work her best friend's feet, the boy facing away, Maureen facing her. And looking into her eyes. Smiling.

"That's it, that's it, Jason, that feels soooo good, so damned good!" she moaned, sipping wine and looking at Colleen who looked on in disbelief, knowing exactly what she was feeling. "Keep going...harder, a bit harder, dig those thumbs in harder, Jason, harder!"

Jason felt the tremble in her feet, looking up at her calves which tightened, flexed and relaxed, up the thighs quivering in the tight black Spandex, and into her heavy lidded eyes. He knew now what she was feeling, what he was doing. She was cumming from the foot rub, he realized. And the sudden, sick realization hit him, just as she did, that his grandmother may have experienced the same thing.

"Mmmm, soooo good," she cooed, looking directly into Colleen's disbelieving eyes, licking the rim of her wine glass as she came quietly, almost imperceptibly. "Sooooo good...."

Colleen mouth hung open as she watched her best friend cum right in front of her from the directly result of her grandson's hands massaging her creamy feet. She wanted to get up, stop them, run away, avoid the truth. But she could do nothing but watch, as Maureen melted into her chair as she had, sighing and enjoying the post-orgasmic fog.

"Well now," Maureen laughed, draining the rest of her glass. "That was a most interesting and relaxing way to spend an afternoon! Wasn't it, Colleen?"

"Yes, yes, it was, it was," Colleen said softly.

Maureen looked down at Jason, who looked up at her with adoring eyes.

"Be a dear, and go get my nasty old socks and sneakers from the laundry room, would you, hon?" she asked him, putting her wine glass down. "Oh my, we're out of cream!"

She held up the empty bottle.

"Oh, that's too bad, that was...that was good cream, I'm sorry we went through it all," Colleen smiled weakly. 

"Not to worry, sunshine!" Maureen laughed. "I can always whip up another batch at my house! Tell ya what, I gotta run anyway but Jason, why don't you come by and help me...make some more of my special cream for your granny, and you can bring it by tomorrow! Whaddya say? I walked here, but you can give me a ride, right?"

Jason's eyes widened.

"Oh, ok, sure, of course," he mumbled, standing up hunched over to walk off to the laundry room. "I'll, uh, just get your stuff..."

He left and Maureen stood, extending a hand to Colleen, who stood nervously before her, face to face, close.

"I can't...I can't believe..." she said nervously.

"It's ok, honey, it's ok," Maureen cooed, putting her hands on Colleen's shoulders, drawing her slowly closer. "Hey, it was fun, you enjoyed it and he's none the wiser!"

"But...but he's my...."

"Yes, he's your grandson, yes, but you loved it, didn't you?"

She pulled her closer still. Colleen looked at her with a mix of confusion and longing.

"Yes...and...you did, too?"

"I did, I did," Maureen smiled, her face now inches from Colleen's. "Tell you what...we get some more cream, my special cream, and we can...we can always give each OTHER foot rubs, right? That's what friends are for, aren't they?"

Colleen's eyes widened, crow's feet creasing at her gentle eyes. She smiled, and watched Maureen's lips draw close.

"I...I don't know...I never...I mean..."

"But you've wanted to," Maureen whispered not as a question but an affirmation. "You've always wanted to...."

The kiss was sudden, brief but electrifying. Their lips met, Maureen's smooth and moist, Colleen's trembling and dry, lasting a long, lingering second. The way Maureen's and Jason's had that time long ago in the kitchen of the house they stood in now. When he came in his pants from it.

"Yessss," Colleen heard herself whisper as Maureen broke the kiss, running the tip of her tongue over her lips. 

"We have so much in common, old friend," Maureen giggled. "you just don't know...."

She pulled her in for a hug, holding Colleen's trembling body, squeezing it reassuringly. Looking up, she saw Jason standing there, peeking around the corner, wide eyed and staring. She winked at him, wondering how much he'd seen.

"Now, I must go," she said, breaking the hug. "Oh, Jason, thanks, thanks so much."

They watched the sexy older woman pull off the borrowed socks and on her old ones, and soiled sneakers. She stood and walked to the door, Colleen and Jason following, Jason's eyes darting down to see the sweet flex of his grandmother's calves ripple as she walked.

Maureen and Jason walked to his car, waving goodbye to Colleen who stood on the stoop, smiling an unsure but warm smile, trying to absorb everything that happened, before she disappeared into the house. Maureen slipped into the passenger seat, crossing her insanely sexy old legs, flexing her calves at Jason who slid into the driver's seat, looking at them.

"Now then, Jason," she sighed. "Shall we whip up another batch of our special cream? For your grandmother?"

He smiled and nodded, starting the car and driving away as she slid her hand up his thigh to caress his aching cock.



Captivating Calves of Mrs. O'Ryan Ch. 03



Author's note: This is a story of consensual sex between a woman of 68 and man of 22. It centers around her sexy legs, particularly her calves, a fetish of mine and pervasive theme in my stories. There's a slight domination edge to this tale, which I trust will appeal to the likeminded. Thank you.

*****

Maureen O'Ryan smiled at the nervous 22-year-old driving. She crossed her legs, supple and muscular for a 68-year-old woman, the legs of the tight, black Capri pants she wore riding high on her freckled shins.

Jason looked over and gulped. Her calves, fleshy and hard, muscular and well toned, were bulging at him. For him.

"Never get enough of my calves, can ya Jason," Maureen growled, thrusting a hand between his legs to fondle the cock she knew would be rock hard the second he saw her legs again.

Jason was long smitten with the sexy GILF's incredible legs, and as luck and opportunity would have it, had recently become a sexual slave to them, and to the insatiable, sexy older woman who had them. They had just been at the house of Jason's grandmother, Colleen, where his grandmother in her innocence asked what kind of cream Maureen used to keep her legs so smooth. A special blend, Maureen had laughed.

And that led to Maureen seducing the boy in private, forcing him to cum inside a bottle of aloe lotion, and then watching, to his horror, as Maureen and his grandmother used the semen-aloe cocktail to smear on their legs, hands and faces.

Jason has also given foot rubs to both women, Maureen cumming from her massage - and his grandmother as well. And before Maureen left, she confronted her old and dear friend by telling her she knew Colleen had cum, telling her there was nothing wrong with it - and then kissing the shocked older woman giving rise to her own thoughts of sex with her best friend.

Maureen then told her she would go home and whip up another special blend of skin cream for her. And now Jason was driving Maureen home to do just that.

"Yes, yes, you certainly have a thing for older legs, don't you?" Maureen cooed, stroking Jason's cock in his pants, making it harder and harder for him to keep the car straight. "I must say, your grandmother has pretty spectacular calves herself, doesn't she, so firm, so muscular. Do you like Granny's calves as much as mine, Jason? Hmm?"

She was fucking with him big time, he knew it, but could do nothing to stop her. He groaned as she stroked him faster, and then yelped in agony as she closed an old bony hand around his aching balls.

"I said, do you like Granny's calves BETTER than mine, young man!" she snarled.

"NO NO NO!" he screamed, squirming in his seat.

"Good answer," she giggled, releasing his nuts and slowly stroking his cock again. "Don't want you to get too excited, you have to contribute to your sexy grandmother's special cream!"

They drove in silence, Jason sweating as she continued to pump his dick in his pants, bouncing her crossed leg, the site of the flared, freckled meaty muscle alongside her shiny shin above her low, dirty sock driving him crazy.

"She certainly is a sexy lady, your grandma," Maureen sighed, then in a low growl adding, "Did you see us Jason? Did you see your granny and me kissing? I know you did..."

"Oh...oh God yes..." he moaned, aghast at the thought of it giving him so much pleasure.

"Yes, I know, and know you liked it, your cock is SO hard right now, but you better not cum, Jason," she warned.

"Please...please stop Mrs...O'Ryan..please...you'll make me..." Jason babbled.

"Your granny's got great calves, that's for sure," she said, ignoring him and then making it worse with "Can you imagine your granny's gorgeous calves milking you, Jason? Can you? Imagine your granny's calves locked around your cock...stroking you up and down..like this...making you cum...Go on: Imagine it!"

"Oh fuck...oh please, PLEASE Mrs. O'Ryan!" he screamed, driving faster, eager to get to her house and get release outside his pants.

She got him just to the point of no return - and stopped cold, sitting back, crossing her arms and laughing a dark, dominant laugh, watching the red-faced young man groan in frustration. Moments later, they pulled into her driveway and went inside, Maureen stops ahead of him, Jason's eyes glued to her flexing muscular calves.

In the kitchen, Jason could only watch them flex more, bigger and harder and more defined, as Maureen stood on her tip toes to get a stainless steel mixing bowl from a high shelf. She turned to face him, walking up to him and kissing him wetly and deeply, slurping his tongue like a small wet cock.

"You got three loads left in you - at least," she said as a statement, not a question. "You young ones are repeaters, so let's get to work boy."

She quickly shucked her clothes, Jason's eyes widening at the sight of her marvelously fleshy granny body, wrinkled sublimely, sagging just enough to be alluring, and quickly followed suit. She kissed him again, slipping his hard cock into the tops of her squeezing thighs, the top of his shaft brushing against the damp bristles of her hairy cunt. She broke the kiss, smiling, and kneeled before him, his bobbing cock quivering, the tip wet with precum.

"This shouldn't take long," she laughed.

It didn't. She tucked her face under his cock, licking gently at his ball sack, his dick on her mouth, nose and forehead, and then ever-so slowly, traced her tongue up the bottom of the shaft, a five-second journey that had Jason screaming in pleasure.

By the time she got to the tip and sucked it into her wrinkled lips, he came, hard and grunting, pumping jet after jet of thick cum into her mouth, swelling her cheeks, her eyes wide in amazement at the force and volume of his ejaculation. He finally stopped cumming a good 30 second later, and she milked the last of it by a slow, steady stroke of her hand and squeeze of his huge balls. He looked down at her, panting, as she popped his wet cock head from her mouth, holding it open to see the thick pearly pool gathered on her tongue.

She looked right at him and held the bowl to her mouth, letting the huge wad trickle out in a creamy strand, coating the bowl's bottom. She laughed and spit out the rest, running her tongue over her lips, and swallowing anything that remained.

"Again," she growled, standing, forcing her cum-soaked tongue into his reluctant mouth, French kissing him with the creamy juices, reaching with her free hand for his cock, stroking it to keep it hard.

She led him by the dick into the living room, standing before him and forcing him to his knees. She smiled and put the bowl behind her on the floor and reached for his head.

"May as well make this fun for both of us, boy," she snarled, pulling his face between her thighs, smashing it into the dripping furry thatch. "Eat me and fuck my calves!"

"Oh God," Jason groaned, obeying his leggy mistress.

She came quickly as Jason's talented long tongue speared the clammy furry folds of Maureen's pungent cunt, funky and ripe from the long walk she'd taken earlier. She held his head in her hands, pulling him in deeper and harder, using it now, grinding her greasy quim into his sucking face. HE scampered forward and sliced his wet cock into the twin columns of calves before him, groaning at the hard, velvety feel. He pumped madly, slamming forward and back, his cock embraced by the silky muscles, causing him to lap her dripping snatch harder and faster.

"Cum for the calves, baby, go on, cum for me again, for your GRANNY!" she snarled, looking down at his frantically licking face, feeling his dick thicken in the slick, scissoring calves she was fucking him with.

He groaned, and then screamed as Maureen playfully opened her chiseled old calves just enough to capture Jason's balls in them, scissoring them shut again. She now held him still, his cock jutting out the backs of her calves, balls and shaft crushed between them, and pulsated, slowly at first and then faster, pumping, quivering, flexing her meaty calves on his trapped package.

"OH FUCK!" Jason screamed, in pain from Maureen's calves scissoring his bloated balls and in pleasure, from the same sensation.

Maureen laughed and came, face fucking him harder as she felt his orgasm build, easing the scissor on his package just enough to let it flow. With a guttural scream from the smothering mulch of her gushing cunt, Jason came in long, ropy streams, both of them hearing the splash of cum into the bowl, lumping up on the first load he'd shot moments earlier. He slowly stopped cumming, and so did Maureen, pulling his dick and nuts from her calf vise, the head drawing back through the freckled meat of them.

"Wow, impressive," she laughed, turning to look into the bowl, thick with spunk. "We're gonna make your granny a nice big batch of special cream!"

She turned to look over her shoulder at the kneeling, panting young man, and her calves slick with spunk.

"Lick 'em clean," she snarled. "And spit it into the bowl!"

Jason groaned, but could not disobey her, bending to run his trembling tongue up and down her muscular calves that flexed in his mouth as he slurped them clean. He dutifully kept the sperm in his mouth, and spit it into the bowl, standing up and smiling weakly at her. She looked down. His cock was wilting.

"Oh, no, no you don't, young man," she growled.

"But Mrs. O'Ryan...please..I can't..." he begged, trying to back away.

"I got just the thing," she laughed, kneeing him in the balls and bending him over, knocking him to his knees. "In ya go!"

She easily captured him in a standing scissor lock with her tireless calves, crushing his neck in them, raising up and down on her toes and pumping the flexing steely muscles into him, making him groan in agony, his trembling hands cupped around the backs to ease the pressure.

"Just think of it Jason, just think of your dear, sexy old grandmother doing this to you, would you like that?" Maureen laughed, pumping up and down on her toes, feeling the calves ripple into his neck, delighting in his moans. "Do you think she can squeeze like me? Would you like that? Would you like your leggy Granny putting her calves around your neck like this? Hmm?"

He could, it was all he could think about the harder she crushed him. His wilting dick stiffened at the thought. Maureen scissored and tormented him a moment more and then bent over his back, reaching under him and grabbing his rock-hard cock.

"You little pervert!" she squealed with delight, stroking his cock now, squeezing him in her calves. "You DO like the idea of your granny squeezing you, don't ya!"

"No...no...no.." he slurred, the blood flow to his brain crimped in Maureen's pulsating calves, making him dizzy.

"Nonsense, a hard cock doesn't lie, boy!" she snarled, slapping his ass painfully as she stroked him. "You DO fantasize about Granny, you naughty, naughty boy!"

She scissored and stroked him a moment longer before releasing him and pulling him atop her on the couch, she leaning back, he kneeling before her. She quickly scooted him close, fisting his meaty, wet cock and fitting it to her hairy hole, wrapping her thighs around his slender middle and pulling him inside her, balls deep, in one stroke.

"There ya go, this should get the third load from ya," she snarled as he moaned.

She let him fuck her for a few minutes, enjoying the thickness of his cock, the fullness it provided, and then slowly lifted her legs up, bending her supple old body nearly in half - and planting the bottoms of her wrinkled, smelly feet right at his face. 

"Take a deep, deep sniff, boy," she growled, groaning as Jason's cock slipped into her even deeper. "Go on, smell 'em!"

"Oh fuck YES!" he screamed.

He pounded away her pussy, holding her around the muscular calves, running his nose up and down the sweaty, wrinkled soles of her stinky feet, relishing the funky scent, vinegary and sweaty, and then lapped madly at them. He suckled the gnarly, nasty calloused heels, running his tongue up and down the soles and in between her bony toes, relishing the flavor and grit of foot dirt and sock residue. One by one he sucked each toe, slurping them with increasing fervor as she watched, delighted, feeling his cock thicken in her milking cunt walls.

"Give it to me baby, fill me up and we'll add it to the bowl," Maureen snarled as she pulled her toes from his sucking mouth and slammed her muscular calves around his neck, squeezing hard and making him wince at the sudden pain. "This should put ya over the edge!"

It did, and his balls ached as they emptied into her clutching cunt, his hands holding and pulling at her scissoring calves, the muscles gripping him hard around the neck. She squeezed as he came, making him dizzy again. The combination of feelings overwhelmed him, the fear of passing out in her crushing calves and the delirious pleasure and pain that provided it. He never wanted it to end, the current orgasm or the sweet agony.

He finally stopped cumming, slumping in her legs as she held them against his neck before releasing him. She dropped her feet to his chest and mischievously kicked him away, his dick slipping from her cunt with a slurping sound.

She climbed off the couch, squatting over the bowl and giggled while Jason watched, wide eyed and open mouthed, as she let go a gushing jet of cream, a thick white plume of spunk that splashed wetly into the bowl, adding to the already copious volume of sperm.

"Help me baby, get it all out for me!" she growled.

Jason knelt by her and at her urging, finger fucked her creamy twat fast and hard, releasing even more cum that spurted out of her pussy into the bowl. When it was done, she pulled his hand out, wiping his fingers on the edge, watching it dribble down to the rest. She lifted his hand to her fingers and sucked them clean. Jason groaned, watching, his cock gone half soft.

She stood up, picking up the bowl, swirling its creamy contents. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Not quite enough," she sighed.

"Oh please, Mrs. O'Ryan...I got...I got nothing left!" he moaned.

"Sure you do," she laughed, sitting him on the couch.

She bent over, sucking his tender cock, making him wince from her tongue lashing the back of the sensitive head before she stroked it into her mouth. He could only watch her work, that skinny old hand whipping up and down his shaft, her mouth matching the strokes, twisting her hand and his cock in and out of her puckered lips.

He got hard moments later.

She sat back, extending her meaty calves up and over his lap, clamping the silky, freckled old muscles on him, slowly stroking his dick with them. 

"One more baby, one more for Mrs. O'Ryan's calves, you know you can," she hissed.

"Oh God...feels so good..."

He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation, and not seeing her pick up her cell phone and punch in a number. They shot open when he heard her speak

"Hi, Colleen, how are you?"

"NO!" he mouthed silently, trying to stand, unable to as Maureen's gripping calves on his cock held him in place, pumping in a muscular wave around it.

"Oh, just checking on you...and letting you know your grandson and I whipped up a HUGE batch of my special cream for you! Yes, yes, he's a good boy isn't he, so helpful! What? Oh, he left a few minutes ago...no, I kept the cream here, I'll bring it by tomorrow afternoon..."

They talked a few minutes more, Maureen's eyes locked on Jason's, increasing the pressure and stroking pace on his calf-strapped cock.

"Oh, Colleen, don't worry about that...no, it's perfectly natural to have you know, sexual feelings at our ages, even for young men...very young men...your grandson? No don't feel ashamed about that! Perfectly natural, he's such a handsome boy, why wouldn't you find him sexually attractive, I mean who loves him more than his granny!"

Jason groaned audibly, disbelieving what he imagined his grandmother saying. And feeling his cock thicken and swell in his grandmother's best friend's superb calves.

"But tell me old friend," Maureen said softly, looking at Jason, lustily sucking her finger into her mouth after dipping it into her furry slit. "How did you feel about...you know...our moment? The kiss, the hug...Colleen, that was very intense...very special...wasn't it?"

She listened for a moment and then broke into a bigger smile, picking up the stroking of Jason's cock in her meaty legs.

"I'm so glad you feel that way...yes, it's like something...something unlocked in you right? Me, too! We've so much...to explore, old friend, so very, very much to explore..."

Jason's mind raced at the thought of his grandmother and Mrs. O'Ryan together, those beautiful legs, all the things the sexy old women could do. Together. And with him.

The last thought made his balls scream for release. Maureen felt it, stroking him faster, pumping up and down with her meaty calves, the backs slapping into his bloated, eager balls, the tip of his cock smeared with precum.

"Me too, baby," Maureen cooed into the phone. "Go on, do it..play with that pussy, baby, make yourself cum and I will, too!"

Jason's eyes could not pop open any wider as he watched Maureen's fingers plunge into her furry crack, madly diddling her engorged clit, knowing his grandmother was doing the same thing. 

"Almost there baby...God, sooo good, isn't it baby? Oh fuck...do it, honey, do it...let's cum together...thinking about us...what we will do...and about your...grandson...sucking your toes, playing with you, fucking you!"

Jason exploded as Maureen and his grandmother did. He heard the screams on the phone, watched Maureen's beautifully wrinkled face contort into a mask of pleasure and felt his balls erupt. Thick, long ropes of cum shot out of his cock as if he'd not just cum three times already, splashing down onto Maureen's trembling thighs and scissoring shins, lumping up in a massive blanket of white.

They all three quieted, Jason's cock gone soft in the continuing pumping of Maureen's calves, squeezing out the last of it. She looked at him, smiling.

"That was soooooooooooooo fucking hot, baby," she said to both of them. "Soooo fucking good...and so much more to cum..."

She continued to chat, unlocking her legs from Jason's soft dick, motioning for the bowl. He picked it up, holding it under the calves she extended out for him to wipe clean with his fingers and into the bowl. She giggled as he worked.

"No, just thought of something funny," she lied into the phone to Colleen. "Honey, tomorrow afternoon, me and you and our special cream...foot rubs, calf massages, we'll have a ball...trust me...ok, get some rest, lover...good night."

She took the bowl from Jason, who unbidden, leaned over to slurp the residue of his load from Maureen's thighs, calves and shins, not spitting it into the bowl but kissing her with it. She giggled with delight, accepting the little snowball gift and herself then letting it drizzle into the brimming bowl of cum.

Jason got dressed as she went to the kitchen and got a bottle of aloe, pouring some into the bowl, mixing it with a spatula. He came up behind her, putting his arms around her middle, pressing into her saggy, sexy ass and kissing the sweet, salty folds of her supple neck.

"Wow, we got a LOT for Granny, baby!" she laughed.

She got a huge empty bottle, and very carefully as Jason held the bowl up, scooped the sexy mixture into it, scraping the sides of the bowl with the spatula. She put the cap on and put the bottle down, looking at the smiling boy.

"Does your sexy Granny make you cookies, Jason?"

"Oh, yeah, all the time," he laughed.

"Do you like licking the bowl clean?"

She picked it up, sliding the spatula inside to scoop up a bit of the cummy brew, holding it to his lips. He smiled, holding her wrist and tonguing the plastic clean, their eyes locked on each other's. She put the bowl and spatula down and they kissed, warmly, romantically, arms holding tight, tongues doing battle inside their cum-flavored mouths.




Captivating Calves of Mrs. O'Ryan Ch. 03



"See you tomorrow?" he asked as they broke the kiss, walking to the door.

"Maybe," she giggled. "Maybe I should just have tomorrow with Granny, you know, to myself. Break her in slowly. And then..."

She cupped his stiffening cock in his pants, kissing him deeply and then pulling away.

"Then we'll see!" she said playfully, turning the boy around and slapping his tight hard ass as he left.

She picked up the bottle, opening it, inhaling the lovely scent of aloe and sperm, dipping a finger in and sucking it clean.

"Damn," she sighed. "I could make a fortune bottling this stuff to old ladies!"



Captivating Calves of Mrs. O'Ryan



She had him lick the other one as well, lingering in the feeling of dominance and control, her cunt absolutely burning and alive, soaked, the thick bush she'd sported wet and matted from her juices. The time had come, there was no turning back.

She dropped her legs to the floor, leaning forward on her knees, cupping his chin in her hand and kissing him. Not innocently and quickly as they had in the kitchen that time. But wet and deep, tongues flashing, wrestling in their mouths. She kissed him long and hard and purposefully. Their eyes were open, staring at each other's.

She broke it, smiling, pinching his cheeks in her fingers.

"Take it out," she growled.

"It?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss her again.

"It, your penis, your...dick, you silly boy!" she laughed, pushing his face away and sitting back, not believing she was hearing herself say such words, and relishing every dominant syllable of them.

He kneeled upright, eyes fixed on her, unsnapping his jeans and shucking them quickly, her eyes on his superbly hard cock, not terribly long, but thick, wide, more than suitable. She licked her lips as he knelt again before her, peeling off his t-shirt, revealing his nicely muscled and silky smooth teen-boy chest and belly.

"Here," she cooed, spreading her calves slightly, invitingly. "Here..."

He moaned, his cock wet and dripping, shuffling forward. The tip brushed the shins, pressed in and were suddenly scissored prisoner of her calves as she gently closed them around it. He groaned, trembled, overcome by the velvety heat of her muscular lower legs.

She sat up, pressing harder with her calves, tightening her grip. She leaned forward. They were face to face, lips grazing lips. She kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth and at the same time, slowly, so agonizingly slowly, tensing her calves, tightening them, relaxing them, over and over, the flesh coated with his pre-cum, sexy squishing sounds filling the air around the boy's frantic moans.

It was amazing, really, how easy it was. How easy it was to seduce him. How easy it was to control him. Men, she thought to herself, get 'em by the cock, and their hearts are yours. And she had him by the cock, the first couple of inches, captured in the heated grip of her silky, wet calves.

It didn't take long, she knew it wouldn't, he feared it wouldn't, but fear gave way to gut-wrenching pleasure as his balls knotted and he felt his cock head thicken in her pulsating calves. She kissed him deeper, more urgently, then pulled back to yank his face into her neck, the neck he'd also adored for so long.

"Suckle it," she mewed into his ear, biting the lobe. "Suck my neck...suck it...suck it..."

He did, madly and frantically, suckling the fleshiness, tasting the saltiness, tongue burrowing into the gentle, sexy folds of it. His cock trembled in the grip of her calves, which vibrated now, quivering around the tip as she increased the pulsating pace of her leg job.

"Cum with me, baby," she snarled into his ear, licking inside, as she snuck a hand into her sweatpants, frigging her hairy pussy, surprising herself at how easily and eagerly she did, overcome by her dominance, it driving her to do it. "Cum with me...cum in my calves when I cum, baby!"

"Can't...hold...oh fuck..." he moaned.

"Jason," she heard herself saying, speaking words she'd never imagined saying, the words welling from a place deep inside her and long hidden in her polite world. "Cum...WITH..me...you cum first...I WILL make you...eat. Your. Own. CUM!"

Jason moaned more deeply. He had tasted his own cum before on many occasions, at first accidentally spraying his own face as he lay in bed jerking off, then more purposely. He loved the taste, the texture, the smell of his cum, and quickly overcame the appalling nature of it, the forbidden allure. He was no stranger to it, and now, as she ordered him not to cum and be punished by eating it if he did, it's all he wanted to do. The thought of lapping his cream from Mrs. O'Ryan's amazing calves put him over the edge.

"OH FUCK!" he screamed as she tongued his ear deeply, laughing and feeling his first spurt coat her quivering calves. "OH FUCK!!"

He came as he'd never cum before, harder, faster, his dick jetting out ropy strands of it in the scissoring warmth of Mrs. O'Ryan's gripping calves. She came as he did, more quietly than he, not wanting to tip her hand and renege on her dominating promise, her fingers coated with her juices as her meaty calves were coated with the teen boy's sticky load.

He thought he'd never stop, shooting jet after jet into the gripping wetness of those maddening calves, finally stopping, feeling his cock slither free of her legs. She released his head from her hands, sitting back, affecting a stern look and pulling her wet fingers from her pants.

"Lick them clean," she said, offering her sticky fingers, pushing them inside his mouth to be cleaned, the boy groaning lustily at the task, tasting her juice, smelling the sweaty funk of cunt.

She pulled them from his mouth and smiled a small, snarky smile, looking down, taking his gaze to her calves. They were soaked, knee to little socks, thick clumps clinging to the balled muscles, a sheen of pearly white bubbling out and over her calves.

"Go on, boy," she snarled. "Suck that cum off Mrs. O'Ryan's calves and shins!"

He bent, groaning, tongue extended and entering the gooey calves, lapping, tasting, moaning more loudly as he set about his slurping task. He sucked in mouthfuls of his jism, swallowing, going back for more. She watched, transfixed, at the eager boy kneeling before her, licking his steaming seed from her hard, hot calves.

He finished, kneeling back, smiling a shy smile, his cheeks, chins and lips shining with his cum. She laughed, leaned forward and framed his face in her hands.

"Gimme a taste," she cooed.

She lapped, mewing, cunt boiling, slurping the cum from his face and then kissing him long and wet with it. For long, lingering, loving seconds, they kissed, deep and hard, sharing his sperm.

"Wow, Mrs. O'Ryan," he gushed at the break of their kiss, leaning back and watching her stand.

"Follow me," she laughed, walking ahead of him, up the stairs, calves wet and smeared with residual cum flexing in muscle. "And follow them..."

In the bedroom of his grandmother, Jason lay back, pushed down by the smiling Mrs. O'Ryan. She slowly, very slowly, peeled off her top, and bra, creamy white tits sagging slightly, splayed to the sides, the pale flesh of them surrounding big brown nipples, tanned flesh above. The sweatpants and panties were next, peeled off with equal deliberation, revealing a copious, sopping-wet bush, glistening gray hair matted flat against her quim.

She walked toward him, and he took full note of her resplendent thighs. They were nut brown from the sun, as were those calves, the insides slightly creased with wrinkles, fleshy and quivering as she moved. Playfully, she twirled, showing him her ass, bright white and slightly sagging at the bottom, dimpled and warm. She twisted the cheeks in her hands, the hair-ringed pucker winking at him.

She was as totally consumed by the moment as he was, not even thinking, as she straddled him, sliding her wet pussy up his legs, that they were on his grandmother's bed, the bed of her best friend. Decorum had long given away to pure passion.

She leaned, laying atop him, kissing him, heaving, hot breasts pressed to his chest. They made out like teens, sloppy and wet, devouring each other's mouths. Below, she scissored his still-stiff cock in silky thighs, stroking him.

"Tell me honestly, Jason," she growled, leaning up on one hand and fisting a thick white titty to his mouth, the boy eagerly suckling the big nipple, a mother bird feeding her young. "Have you ever...been with a woman before?"

He stopped, popped the tit from his mouth, eyes wide.

"No," he said softly. "Is that ...bad, Mrs. O'Ryan?"

"Hell no!" she laughed, directing his face to return to nursing her granny tit, the boy sucking madly at it. "That's very, very good!"

A virgin, she thought to herself. I just had me a virgin. Her cunt dripped at the thought.

They were all hormones and raging urges now as she slithered down his legs, releasing her scissoring grip on his dick, taking the base of it and shaking it playfully, slapping her face, her cheeks, both laughing at the hollow echo it produced. She stroked him slowly, the boy moaning, thrusting up. She licked very slowly from his balls up to the tip, sucking the precum from it, and back down again. He watched her arm work, the tendons in her slender forearm dancing under tanned skin, the flexing musculature of it driving him almost as crazy as that of her captivating calves.

She jerked him, lapping his huge, hairless balls, sucking one into her mouth and pressing, making him wince in pain or pleasure, he wasn't sure which. She laughed, popping it out of her mouth, then sucking the other, and then both, her cheeks bulging with his boy balls as she stroked his dick harder and faster.

She popped him free of her mouth and licked up the glorious, veiny, thick shaft, slurping over the head, taking him inside. She hadn't had much sexual experience in her long life, but blowjobs were one thing she was expert at. Those times when her husband had wanted sex and she didn't, two minutes of her proficient mouth on his tiny cock were all it took to have him blow his load and let her go to sleep.

She hadn't lost a thing, she realized, as she mewed over his meat, sucking it to the base, astonishing the groaning boy with her deep throat skills. She slurped up and down, twisting her small, bony hand around his cock as she did, a corkscrewing motion that quickly escalated his urgency.

"Mrs. O'Ryan...oh GOD OH GOD!!"

She smiled around the mouthful of boy dick, feeling the first steamy splash of sperm ricochet off the roof of her mouth and down her gullet. Swallowing, she continued to suck and jerk him, taking more down her throat and as his jets waned, suckled the tip, pulsating her clenching fingers around the tip, milking him dry. She slipped her mouth off and sat up, smiling, a pearlish mask of him around the sexy wrinkled pucker of her lips.

"Guv...u...a ki..." she giggled, trying to say 'Give us a kiss', a trickle of white escaping and dripping down her chin, throat and filling a sexy crease in that maddeningly wrinkled neck.

She descended on him, snowballing the load into his willing mouth and his arms came around her small back, pulling her close as they kissed their cummy kiss. She swallowed some, he swallowed the rest and now she licked whatever remained from his face as he lovingly did the same to hers.

"My turn, baby," she hissed, jumping up and on his chest, up and up and up.

He groaned seeing that hairy cunt draw closer, her strong thighs framing his face. She leaned up and then down, settling her hirsute, dripping wet pussy on his mouth, lips opening like a hairy clam, enveloping his nose. She giggled looking down between the framework of her thighs silky on his face.

"Lick me, boy, lick me," she hissed, settling her weight on his face, driving his head into the mattress, smothering him in her sopping sex. "Every woman is different, you will learn that. And this is what THIS woman likes. TONGUE FUCK ME!!"

He took the hint and drove his long tongue up and out, spearing the velvety hole of her cunt, feeling the muscles undulate and ripple around it, sucking it in deeper. He watched as best he could as her thighs drew closer and tighter around his face, almost blocking his view, as she ground herself on his face, taking it prisoner, using it. She groaned, swiveling her little hips, hands twisting her tits, tweaking her own nipples. He felt her oily clit on his nose as she pumped her quim into his smothered face, tasting her thick gel sluice from her pussy around his plunging tongue and down his throat.

"Now...almost there...fuck yeah...," she groaned, forking two fingers over her cunt, spreading the lips, exposing the engorged nub, thick and pointy, pulling her crotch back slightly and aiming it at his mouth. "Tongue...use your tongue...oh fuck, that's it, that's it...flicker it...flicker your tongue on my clit! Oh shit oh shit OH FUCKING SHIT!!"

She came with a scream, a guttural, throaty roar, snapping her hips wildly, back and forth. She pressed her smothering thighs completely into his face, obliterating it, the muscles crisp and hard on his cheeks, her smooth hamstrings cutting off his breath. He saw nothing but felt her vibrate, her entire body vibrate, every exquisite wrinkle vibrate, as she came, pumping her thick woman gel down his throat, coating his face. She pressed down hard, leaning over his face, gripping the headboard and thrusting her hips forward with violent, grunting motions.

Her cunt, soaked and gushing, glided over his face with increasing urgency as she came. The pussy opened wetly, the flesh on his face feeling hot and smooth and rubbing him hard, as if trying to erase his features. She snapped back, the top of her pussy at his chin and brutally snapped forward, dragging her cunt over his face, her asshole slipping wetly over his nose. Back and forth she went, her hips a blur as she completely and totally pummeled his face with her cunt. 

"UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!!" she grunted, eyes closed as she bit her lower lip, hands gripping the headboard, forearm tendons dancing as she fucked his face.

She finally slowed, panting for air, overcome by the most powerful orgasm of her entire 68 years on Earth. She'd almost forgotten the source of it, now slipping back with a giggle. She parted her punishing old thighs and Jason's face appeared. She laughed loudly at the sudden rush of his inhalation, the first breathe he'd drawn in nearly a minute of enduring her face crushing orgasm.

He was smiling through the layer of clear cum coating it.

"Holy fuck, Mrs. O'Ryan!" he laughed.

"Potty mouth, boy, potty mouth!" she laughed, mischievously remounting his face, this time with the wet asshole on his lips. "This will teach you, I'll wash your mouth out with ASS!!"

She couldn't believe she was doing it, forcing a young man, a boy really, to lick her asshole. She had never had her asshole licked before, though always wanted to, and now the boy lustily attacked hers, tongue spearing the hairy ring and flutter fucking it in and out as she groaned, grinding her tender clitty on his forehead, her clammy hole sucking in his nose. She came again, quickly and more tenderly. She laughed as she finished up, his mouth, lips, nose, cheeks and chin gone more gooey with her female seed.

She rolled off, laying next to him, throwing one muscular old thigh over his cock, feeling it harden under the creamy smooth flesh. She licked his face clean, gathering up her fluids and shooting it into his mouth. He eagerly accepted it, moaning and humping his cock to her pressing thigh.

"You got one more in you, boy?" she hissed, biting his lip.

"I got whatever you need, Mrs. O'Ryan," he sighed.

It was almost anticlimactic now, their making love, their fucking. They did both, alternating from slow, romantic face-to-face, lips-to-lips thrusting, he atop her, and pounding, raw, animal fucking, she atop him, cowgirl style, pounding up and down, stinging his balls with her pummeling ass flesh, his hands devouring the meaty fleshy of it.

They screwed all ways, and as he lay atop her from behind, she flat on the bed, the tightness of her cunt was overwhelming him. She locked her legs together, bending them up, smacking his balls with those incredible calves, over and over, harder and harder.

"That feel nice?" she said, his mouth at her neck, suckling the sweaty meat of it. "My calves, those calves you love so much, slapping at your balls?"

"Oh GOD YES!" he shrieked.

She clamped down hard with her thighs, twisting them in, pinching her ass cheeks solidly around him, staunching his orgasm, leaving him moaning and trapped inside her. She laughed darkly, almost maniacally as she felt him try to finish, try to thrust. He was immobile in her clamping cunt.

"Mrs. O'Ryan, PLEASE!!" he begged.

She laughed, squeezing harder, ensuring his orgasm would not happen. Then she relaxed, slipping out from under him, rolling to her back, pulling him to her. She reached between them, fisting his insistent cock, fitting it to her pussy. He buried himself in her.

Smiling, she lifted her legs to the side, slowly up, plunking her calves on his shoulders. He was delirious now, fucking her, eyes darting left to right, those muscled bubbles coming closer, tighter. She squeezed, eyes flashing as his widened, feeling her compress him.

"My calves, Jason, tell me how much you LOVE my calves!" she barked up at him as he pounded at her cunt.

"I LOVE YOUR CALVES MRS. O'RYAN!" he screamed.

"They're strong...so strong...feel them...feel them on your neck...squeezing your neck...in my calves..."

She slowly locked her feet behind his neck, squeezing harder. Jason moaned, feeling dizzy as again, those magic calves slowed the blood to his brain. His fingers and toes tingled, going numb as blood from them raced toward his brain in autonomic response. 

"Oh God...," he slurred, groggy now, dizzy. "Mrs...pass...you...calves...passing...out..."

She'd heard somewhere in the past about this. How curbing blood to the brain, depriving it of oxygen, made an orgasm more intense, more powerful. She recalled the name: Erotic asphyxiation. It resonated with her now as she looked up. Jason's face was slightly blue, a mask of pain, pleasure and confusion. She looked at her calves, the gentle wrinkles around the shinbones, the muscles thick on his neck.

She squeezed a bit harder. She came as she did, full of power and his cock.

He felt himself going under at the same time he felt his balls erupt. He came and it was within a dream, it seemed, as he passed out in that delicious, delirious zone between wakefulness and slumber. His balls knotted and spit out their load into Mrs. O'Ryan's cunt and he was suddenly dreaming he was on his belly, on the floor, his neck trapped in an elevator door. Before him were feet, dozens, hundreds, countless feet of sexy elderly woman, muscular calves rising out of various colored shoes.

The bizarre dream left him and he slept, as he finished, involuntarily at that, filling her cunt with cum.

She panicked for a moment as he went slack in her scissors, releasing him to flop to his back, limbs twitching, eyes open, white and unseeing. 

"Oh my GOD!" she screamed. "I killed him in my calves!!"

She jumped atop him, sitting on his deflating cock, bending to force air into his mouth with frantic urgency, cursing herself for being so controlling yet at the same time loving the domination feel of it. She blew more air into his lungs.

What she didn't know is the body recovers quickly from such events, the convulsions part and parcel of the process. He came around as their lips were together. His eyes rolled back into their sockets and looked into hers. His tongue lanced into her mouth, his arms around her back holding her close.

"You BASTARD!" she screamed, sitting up and slapping at his chest, her tits meaty and swaying on her chest. "You...you were faking it!"

"No, no," he said still somewhat in a dream state. "Honestly...you knocked me out! You knocked me out in your calves! I LOVED IT!!"

She stopped hitting him and lay flat on him, smiling, caressing his face, lavishing it with kisses.

"Well let that be a lesson to you, boy," she giggled. "Never underestimate the power, physical and emotional power, of an old woman's calves!"

They lay for long moments together, touching, canoodling, caressing, saying nothing. Reality seeped back in. They were in his grandmother's bed. Her best friend's bed. She'd just seduced, dominated and drained dry a 22-year-old. She was 68. It all suddenly seemed so wrong.




Captivating Calves of Mrs. O'Ryan



"Jason," she said, leaning up on one arm to look at him. "I think...I think maybe.."

He tensed under her touch. She felt his cock in the crook of his knee, braced by her supple thigh and hard calf on either side. She looked down at it, smiling, folding it up, squeezing his soft cock in the nutcracker grip of that one leg. He hardened again.

"You think...what?" he moaned, panic in his voice fearing what she would say, what he knew she'd have to say.

"I think," she sighed, giving into the feeling she knew was impossible to fight as his cock thickened against her leg. "I think I think too much. And I KNOW you love my calves..."

They kissed awhile longer, before getting up, straightening the bed. Jason's grandmother would be home late this night and they would leave no trace. They dressed, quietly, silently. They walked downstairs, and she headed for the door. They embraced for a long, last passionate kiss, and she walked out, down the steps. 

She turned her head to look over her shoulder, pulling up gently at the waistband of her sweatpants. The legs tugged up slightly. There it was again, a sliver of leg. A hint. A tease. His eyes shot to it.

"Until we meet again, dear boy," she sighed, striding away. "And we will. Oh, we will..."