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Hooking Up Mrs. Curry Ch. 01

By: milfleglover



First part of a series about young man's sexual fascination with sexy 65-year-old woman. Working on second part, let me know how you like the first part, the set-up for fun things to cum.

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Suzie Curry was beside herself trying to set up her new computer. Never good with those sorts of things, she'd only recently gotten a new cell phone, an iPhone, and it took forever to master it. And now, with a new laptop she'd gotten as a 65th birthday present from her pastor, it was even worse.

"Dammit, why won't this work?" she fumed one hot afternoon after managing to turn the computer on and set it up but failing miserably at hooking up to the Internet. "Damn, damn, damn!"

She needed the computer for her work. The blonde widow woman worked at a local church, sending out newsletters and emails and keeping track of events and such. She did that mostly at work, where the older computer didn't present a problem. But now they'd gone to a newer system, and she needed to learn it. The pastor had given her the laptop to use at home, to work there and get used to using the equipment at the church.

She knew her job was on the line. Modern ways needed to be adopted, and adapted to, and Suzie was long set in her ways. But with her moderate Social Security, and pittance her late husband had left her, she needed the job. Failing to keep up could mean loss of employment. She had to figure this out, and had just spent much of her free Saturday trying, after playing tennis with friends.

So she tried one last time, and couldn't connect. In frustration, she called one of her best friends, Mary, who had grandchildren whom she assumed were good with computers. She had none of her own.

"Aren't they all well versed in this...this stuff?" Suzie sighed into the phone. "I mean they're kids, they grew up with these things. Are any of your grandkids around, hon? Damn, I'm sorrier than ever I don't have any!"

"Yeah, in fact Dennis is, he's here now doing some work for me around the house, I can ask him to swing by on his way home," Mary said.

"Oh, would you please, Mary, that would be nice," Suzie said hopefully. "Tell him I'll pay him if that helps."

"Nonsense, you're my friend, he's known you forever, too, he's happy to come help you hook up," Mary said.

In the background, Suzie heard the boy groan. Clearly, spending a late afternoon helping an old woman with her computer wasn't in his cards. She sighed.

"Well, OK, but I don't want to be a bother, please," Suzie said. "It'll be nice to see him, God, it's been a few years. How old is he know?"

"Eighteen, just turned," Mary said proudly. "He's a good boy, always willing to help. He'll be right over."

"Well, OK, thanks," Suzie said. "I have fresh lemonade if that helps..."

She waited for him, thinking about showering and changing. She'd gotten back from tennis a couple hours ago, hot and sweaty, and still felt that as she labored over the damned laptop. She felt grungy in her short white tennis skirt and dirty old socks and sneakers as she looked in the hall mirror, fixing her short blonde hair into a sweaty ponytail and ignoring how tired and haggard she looked. 

"God, where did the years go?" she sighed to herself.

She was still a good-looking woman, or so friends told her, urging her to date more. She hadn't much, if at all, in the six years since her husband passed. And she was fit, very fit, playing tennis and working out. Her legs, she thought as she looked down at them, were said to be her best feature, long and lean, muscular even, tanned and shapely. She thought of them suddenly wrapped around her husband's back or face in the rather robust sex life they'd enjoyed.

She missed that. She missed him. Then the doorbell rang and she shook away such thoughts and walked toward the sliding door in her kitchen. Through the sink window, she saw a very handsome young man. She hadn't seen Dennis in a bit and he'd filled out nicely, tall, lean, muscular, with dark hair and brown eyes.

For an instant, her mind flashed back to her husband. For an instant, she thought how much she missed sex. For an instant, the memory of her tawny thighs wrapped around her husband's face gave way to Dennis's taking its place. She shook her head.

"Jesus Christ, what's wrong with me?" she grumbled to herself. "He's just a kid, an 18-year-old kid!"

She opened the slider, Dennis smiling at the comely widow beaming at him.

"Dennis, thank you so, so much, I'm so sorry to bother you!" she gushed. "Honestly, there are so many better things for you to be doing than hooking up an old woman!"

He blushed. Clearly she never knew the meaning of the expression "hooking up" in modern times. She shut the door and walked to the refrigerator.

"Would you like some lemonade, hon, before we hook up?" she smiled.

She looked pretty amazing, Dennis found himself thinking as he nodded to her and she bent inside the 'fridge. Her grandmother's age, he realized, she was his grandmother's age. He'd always had a thing for older women, but topping out in their 30s, 40s at best, and never having sex with any. But their images were a constant source of his mastubatory fodder.

He took out his cell phone, holding it by his side. There, he had stored hundreds of images and videos of older woman, taken on the sly, of mature women around town, at school, anywhere he could get shots of their sexy legs and feet. Including some of some of his grandmother's sexier friends, but never Mrs. Curry. Dennis was a lower-body man, and now Mrs. Curry's was driving him nuts.

Her legs were definitely her best feature, he thought as she rummaged in the 'fridge, her short tennis skirt riding up to reveal supple, delineated hamstring muscles, firm and sinewy as she stretched them, the softly wrinkled flesh going hard. As he was. His cock stiffened in his pants and he casually keyed the video function on his phone, walking closer to get a better shot.

"You don't have to bother, Mrs. Curry, honestly," he said, careful to film while she was looking into the 'fridge.

She assured him it was no trouble, and then came out with the lemonade, smiling and pouring him a tall icy glass.

"Follow me," she said brightly. "My new laptop is in the living room."

He keyed the phone again, walking with it low to capture than the flexing, sexy old calves as they moved across the room, bulging above the dirty white socks that just cupped the bottom of the sweet sweep of muscle. This was good stuff, he thought to himself, figuring out ways to get more. He couldn't believe what gorgeous legs this sexy old woman had.

Her work space, such as it was, was a small built-in shelf into the corner of the fireplace, only a few feet wide and a couple deep. The laptop was powered up, and he looked at it. 

"You got it to work, I see," he said. "But you can't connect to the Internet?"

"No, no, I've tried, but no, nothing," she said, wringing her hands nervously, not wanting to bother the boy.

"Where's the router?" he asked.

A blank look. "The...rooter?"

"No, no, the router," he laughed. "It's the...oh, never mind, there it is over there. Just need to hook you...uh, hook it up..."

He got it from the box she'd never opened and got down on his knees to wiggle into the small space beneath the desk, hooking it into the system. With a sidelong glance, he saw her legs, nothing but her legs, from mid-thigh down, soft and tanned and sexy, as she stood. His cock grew harder still and he took the chance to get some quick video of her supple, sinewy gams.

He came back up, to his knees, and fiddled with the laptop, getting the command needed to type in the router codes to get her online. He smiled at her before ducking back beneath the desk.

"Uh, I'll read off the numbers and letters, Mrs. Curry," he said, pointing to the spot on the screen for them. "You just type them in. Here, sit down, it's easier."

"Ok, Dennis, whatever you say, you're the pro!" she laughed.

He bent under the desk, flipping the router over, finding the code. He looked left as she sat down, her thighs slightly parting in her little skirt, her calves thickening in muscular bulged above her little white socks. 

He thought he would cum in his pants. Quickly, he fired up his cell phone again, taking image after image of this sexy old woman's incredibly athletic, shapely legs. He watched and filmed as she kicked off her sneakers and sat wiggling her toes as she waited.

The smell hit him in a wafting wave of pussy and foot funk, confined in the heat of his small space. He groaned inaudibly, feeling his cock get wet in his shorts. Bending closer to her, he put his face inches from her feet. She couldn't see him as she stared at the screen, awaiting the code. He inhaled deeply of her socks, moaning, and now switched to video, panning up her freckled, tanned shins, her calf muscles flaring around the shiny bone in front, and up to her slightly saggy thighs. Inside, he saw her white panties and the unmistakable profusion of pussy hair springing from the sides.

"Oh my God," he heard himself hiss.

"What is it, are you OK?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I meant the letters...so small..it's dark in here..."

"I have a flashlight, will that help?"

"No, it's ok, my phone has one, it's fine," he said, switching it on.

"A flashlight in a phone!" she laughed. "Oh, I've so much to learn!"

He fired the beam between her luscious thighs, filming the sexy hanging flesh of them and the hairy pussy contained in her panties. He didn't have long, he knew it.

"The code?" she asked finally.

"Yup, got it," he said, continuing to film, tilting it at her legs with one hand, and tipping the router with the other. "Ready?"

"You bet!" she said brightly. "Oh, this is exciting, I can't wait to have you hook me up!"

He smiled, filmed and slowly read the code, one letter and number at a time. And purposely made the last one wrong.

"Dammit, didn't work!" she said after she'd hit return as he told her.

"That's ok, let's try again," he smiled, continuing to film her incredible legs, which were flexing now as she fidgeted in her seat. 

Again he read them off. Again he made one number wrong. Then again and one more time, getting tons of footage he couldn't wait to look at later. He finally recited the right code, practically from memory of saying it so much, freeing him up to zoom in closer on the older woman's phenomenal legs, all the while getting closer to her feet to sniff them and her sweaty, rank sneakers near him, and then place his face tantalizingly close to her slightly parted thighs for another whiff of her essence between them.

"BINGO!" she cried out, slapping her thigh with her hand in excitement, sending a quiver through the fleshy, which Dennis duly recorded. "Oh, come on out, you must be all cramped in there!"

He quickly keyed the photo compartment on his phone, and there was a frozen video image of Mrs. Curry's luscious thighs. He smiled, and felt his dick get harder still.

He shuffled out, phone in hand as Suzie stood to let him up. She didn't know a lot about cell phones, but noticed that he had one like hers. And on the screen, for a brief moment, she saw her thighs, her thighs slightly open, her panties beneath.

"Oh my God!" she thought to herself, watching the young man climb from under the desk to kneel before it and tap away at the keyboard. "He...he was taking pictures? Videos? Of...Oh my GOD!"

And then she felt herself tingle in a way she hadn't felt for too long. She watched his strong shoulders flex in his tight t-shirt, arms bulging as he worked her laptop. Nervously, she edged closer, looking down. Sure enough, there was an outline in his shorts, long, thick and very hard.

Her mind was flooded with thoughts, all totally forbidden, inappropriate and undeniably sexy. It had been so long, she thought, far, far too long. She thought of the boy on his knees, she imagined her sitting down, spreading the legs he seemed so fascinated by, giving herself to him, taking him for her pleasure. There, down there. She shook her head, clearing the thoughts, but not totally.

"Thanks, Dennis, thanks so much," she said calmly. "Would you like some more lemonade?"

"Uh, sure Mrs. Curry, thanks," he said, about to stand but realizing the folly of that given he had a hardon that wouldn't quit. "I'll just...uh, relax on the couch there..."

He shuffled over, bent over, sitting. She smiled, retrieved the glass and went to the kitchen. Bending into the 'fridge, she knew she was blocked from his view, her upper body. She purposely lingered, stretching her back leg out to flex it. She heard him shift on the couch a few feet away. He had to be filming again, she thought.

She returned, noticing him quickly slipping the phone into his pocket. Smiling, she put the lemonade on a side table. He stood, hunched over, walking around the couch.

"This the, uh, bathroom?" he asked politely, face red now.

"Yes, by all means, go," she said, pointing.

She looked at the couch as she heard him peeing in her toilet. His phone had slipped out onto the cushions. She picked it up, found the videos, played one briefly. She gasped loudly, hand to her pretty, puckered mouth. There, close up and personal, were shots of her calves and thighs and pussy hair peeking out from her dirty white panties.

Her panties. She realized she'd left a pile of dirty clothes on the washer in the bathroom. She put the phone down, stepping to the door. Silence. Save for the barely audible grunts of the young man she presumed to be pleasuring himself there. Possibly with her dirty panties.

"Are you OK, Dennis?" she finally called out, not realizing she was slipping her hand under her tennis skirt to play with that hairy pussy in those dirty panties. "Everything all right?"

"Uh, YES, Mrs. Curry, just uh, finishing up, that's all," he stammered.

"I'm sorry my dirty...laundry is in there, I forgot to do laundry today before playing tennis," she said. "Pay it no mind, Dennis, sorry!"

"It's all right, Mrs. Curry," he said nervously, now stuffing his unsatisfied cock back into his pants and dropping the panty he was sniffing back into the pile, eying a particularly disgusting looking blue pair. "Be...right out..."

She pulled her hand from her pussy and sat down, completely confused now and unsure what, if anything, to do. Dennis came out, hands over his crotch, and sat next to her. He spotted his phone, grew redder in the face, and quickly stuffed it in his shorts. 

"Oh, there's another thing you can do for me, if you would," Suzie said, finding herself searching for anything to get him to stay, to satisfy his apparent fetish for older women and perhaps her own needs, fighting the inappropriateness of it. "Uh, I have some boxes I have to put into my crawlspace, would you mind?"

"No, no not at all," he smiled.

She got up, walked down the hall, the boy in tow, still hunched over. She reached up for a pull cord hanging down, dropping the folding ladder out. There was a tiny space above where she stored things. Nearby were boxes, three of them, two small ones with books she was about to donate to the local library, another of linens bound for her church. They were the perfect ruse, she thought, wondering now about the wisdom of what she was doing.

"I can just go up and you hand them to me," she said, stepping onto the ladder and pointing to the boxes. "It's a pretty tight space up there, I can just slide them around a bit. Do you mind?"

"No, Mrs. Curry, I don't," he said eagerly, picking up one box and handing it to her.

In one hand, she noticed his cell phone. The boy worked fast, she thought. She smiled, taking the box, turning and walking up the six or seven steps.

She felt her calves knot and flex as she stood on tip toes, purposely bulging them up for the boy's camera. She moved the box aside, leaning in, knowing her little skirt was lifting up, confident he was filming the backs of her thighs now, and above that, her milky white ass. She felt the fabric of her panty slide between her cheeks. And did nothing to pull it out. She took her time, then signaled for another box, repeating the procedure.

At one point, she looked down briefly. He was holding the camera, aiming it up her skirt, recording her muscular legs flexing, her ass jiggling as she moved. She felt her pussy get wetter by the second, knowing what he was up to. And what he would do later watching.

She had the plan worked out in her mind. She would come down the steps a bit, sit on one, spread her thighs, smiling at him and telling him she knew what he was up to. She would draw his astonished face to her sex, pulling aside her panties, pulling his adoring face to her wet pussy and he would lick her, given her an orgasm like she'd never had before. She would then take him to her bed, remove his clothes, suck his cock, make him cum, and then she would ride him, atop him, fuck him. That all flashed in her mind as she now backed down the stairs, noticing the nervous boy putting his camera away.

And she chickened out.

She got off the ladder, thanking him for his work, walking him to the door. Propriety won out over need. Doing the right thing over the lust of the wrong one. She turned him around and surprised him with a hug. He groaned, backing away slightly. But not before she felt his thickness press into her. She hugged him again, kissing his cheek in a grandmotherly fashion.

"Thanks again, Dennis, I appreciate it, you helping me with the boxes, hooking me up," she smiled. "Can I fix you something to eat? It's almost dinner time, are you going home to eat with your folks?"

"No, no, that's OK, they left this afternoon, wedding down the Cape, won't be home until late tonight, and my sister's gone for the weekend, but I'm not hungry, thanks," he said nervously. "I got plans with the guys anyway, and gotta get home and do somet...uh, do a few things first."

Of course, she thought. Like use the footage of her he'd just gotten. To jerk off to her thighs, calves, feet, ass. It made her tingle again.

He looked at that gentle face, the creased furrows of her sexy neck, the puckered lips smiling. He wanted nothing more than to kiss those lips, and every inch of her. He gulped. And backed away, out the door.

"Any time, Mrs. Curry, any time!" he said brightly, waving over his shoulder.

She closed the door sadly, sighing as she walked back into her living room. She wanted more, needed more, but knew denying it was the right course of action. She walked into her bathroom to do laundry. She noticed the pile of filthy panties and socks, somewhat askew and smiled. He had been...smelling her, she laughed to herself.

"That poor, poor horny boy!" she giggled, picking up the pile to put in the washer.

They were gone. The blue pair. Her favorite blue pair. The pair that were the tightest, sexiest, most revealing. The dirtiest pair, she recalled, having taken them off a few nights ago after a particularly sweaty night at the gym and then playing tennis. There was no mistake. They had been there. They weren't now.

"That poor, poor, naughty horny boy," she groaned. "He stole my panties!"

She stood looking at the pile of panties, thinking. He'd left a few minutes ago, he lived about 10 minutes away. Where he'd be alone. With his cell phone and the images of her.

She almost didn't think about it, just rushing from the house, jumping in her car and heading for Dennis's house. She had no idea what she'd do when she got there, but every possible scenario raced through her mind...

(to be continued)

Hooking Up Mrs. Curry Ch. 02



(The following chapter contains sex between a 65-year-old woman and 18-year-old man, and playfull and romantic lovemaking, creampie eating and panty fetish. Best to read the first chapter to catch up, hoping you like this one. I'm really enjoying doing this latest series, even though the first one hasn't gotten very high votes. I like the way this is going, hope you do, too)





Suzie had many thoughts on her drive to Dennis's house. Everyone of them sexual.

The handsome 18 year old had come to her house to hook her laptop to the Internet, a friend's grandson. He'd worked under her desk to do it and as she found out later, had secretly filmed her, shooting her feet, her legs, her pussy, her ass. He'd attempted to relieve himself in the bathroom, but she interrupted him.

And she sent him on his way, despite the urgency she felt to bed him. But she also discovered he'd stolen her favorite blue panties, for his own obvious use. And now she raced to his house. She wasn't at all sure what she'd do when she got there. But so many ideas flooded her horny mind on the way.

The widow woman hadn't had sex in ages, not since her husband died. She missed him, and their rather frequent sexual encounters, and now fully fantasized about finding that passion again, albeit with a man-child some 47 years younger than she.

She went to his house; she'd been there occasionally before, knew where it was, having visited with the boy's grandmother. His parents and sister were away, he'd told her. She knew he'd be quite alone. With her filthy, soiled panties. She felt the ones she wore now, sweaty from playing tennis on this hot day, grow ever wetter.

She pulled in his yard and quietly approached the house. The front door was locked. She remembered the back deck, where parties were held that she'd attended. She walked around the house. It was open, only an unlocked screen in her way.

"God, what am I doing, what am I doing?" she whispered to herself, walking in, listening.

Faintly, down the hall, she heard it. Dennis, moaning. Dennis, calling her name. Dennis, presumably stroking his hard young cock and smelling the panties he'd stolen.

She crept down the hall, heart pounding in her chest, pussy tingling, shapely thighs trembling. She reached the door. It was open. She looked in. The headboard was to her left, against the wall. Dennis face was partially hidden by the doorway and what she could see of it was covered by her bright blue panties jammed over it. Suzie watched, transfixed, as his hand furiously stroked the biggest, thickest cock she'd ever seen, easily dwarfing her late husband's or any other man she'd been with before they'd met.

Which weren't many. Now, she regretted not finding someone like this boy earlier. She licked her lips, sneaking her hand under her short tennis skirt, feeling her wetness, smelling her ripe aroma waft up to her nose.

"Oh, fuck, Mrs. Curry!" he cried out, the panties on his face, his free hand holding his cell phone to view the recent sordid footage he'd captured of her as he jerked his dick with the other. "Goddam, your legs are sooo fucking hot!!!"

They were, she knew, they were her best asset. Now they shook slightly as she leaned on the door frame, diddling her pussy, watching this boy stroke himself to images of them.

He was close, she sensed, very close. He'd been close in her bathroom before she cut him off by knocking on the door. She wanted to watch his thick cream shoot up his naked chest as he now peeled off his t-shirt, his gym shorts already cast aside. She wanted to see the juice explode from his cock and those enormous, hairless balls. He was smooth there, she noticed. He'd shaved his pubic area, and she thought of hers, unkempt, furry, moist.

She didn't know what she'd do if she walked in. But she couldn't stop herself from doing it.

He was about to cum when from the corner of his eye, the one partially blocked by her incredibly stinky panty he was sniffing and licking, he saw a form. He tore the panty off, turning his head, praying it wasn't his parents or sister. Susie stood, not smiling, not appearing angry or shocked or shamed. She just stood. Watching. Eyes wide open. And her hand under her skirt, fingers beneath her panties, stroking the furry patch.



"MRS. CURRY!" he screamed, stuffing the panty under his ass and dragging a corner of the bed sheet over his crotch to hide his wet, beautiful dick. "WHAT...PLEASE...I'M SO SORRY!!!!"

The bed sheet was instantly soaked with his copious precum. She stepped closer. She smiled ever so slightly.

"Don't be, Dennis, don't be," she heard herself say. "I'm not..."

"But...but...but..." he stammered, fear in his eyes that were filling with tears of shame.

"It's OK, Dennis, it's OK," she said in a soothing, maternal voice, approaching him and sitting on the edge of the bed, finding herself putting a comforting hand on his thigh, causing him to jump.

"It...is?" he said in squeaky voice.

"Yes, I know...you young boys have...needs," she said, looking him in the eye. "I know...well, I know what you were doing at my house. At first I didn't, but I checked your phone. I know about your filming me..my legs and...you know..."

"You...you DO?" he cried out. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Mrs...."

"Shhhh, shhhh," she hushed in that soothing, calm tone even as her heart thundered in her chest. "I must say..well, I am flattered that you..that you'd film...that you seem to like what you saw! I mean, I'm an old lady...."

"An old sexy lady!" he blurted out, stopping himself and shaking his head. "Sexy lady...but still, I..."

She slid closer, facing him, her bare right thigh brushing his on the bed. He jumped again.

"Those photos...clips...you got a lot of my legs," she continued, her skirt riding high on hers to reveal her succulent, shapely and slightly fleshy thighs, browned by the sun. "You...you like my legs?"

"OH GOD YES!" he gushed with too much enthusiasm, and scaling it back by adding, "I hope...that's OK?"

"Of course it is, again, I'm flattered that a handsome young man like you would be so taken by and old...an older woman's body, and her legs," she giggled. "I must admit, I do have pretty good legs. Don't I?"

He nodded furiously. She giggled again at his cute nervousness.

"These legs," she sighed, patting them with her hands, then standing a couple feet away and twirling playfully. "You like these legs."

She didn't say it as a question. Her intent was clear. He nodded again, more slowly, eyeing those muscular old gams up and down.

"You seemed to like everything down there," she laughed with a mischievous tone. "My bum! You filmed this as well!"

She playfully lifted her short tennis skirt, making him groan, showing him the slightly saggy creamy white flesh of that delectable derriere. 

"Film me," she found herself saying.

"What?"

"Go on, film me!" she laughed. "Now you don't have to be secretive about it, Dennis! Film my...my legs...my ass...my feet...my pussy!"

She couldn't believe what she was doing as now she waltzed around the room, putting on a show as Dennis's trembling hands held his cell phone, aiming it at her every move. He zoomed in close on her sexy feet, as she kicked off her sneakers, and up those supple calves and gnarly thighs. She hoisted her skirt, pulling her panties up between her lips, making him gasp at the sight of that furry pussy embracing the thin strand of fabric, moistening it. She twirled around and bent over, palming her meaty ass cheeks, feeling her cunt get wetter at his frantic groans as he watched. And filmed.

"We probably shouldn't," she finally said as she slowly walked toward him, dropping her skirt to the floor and kicking it away. "I mean..."

"I know," he said with a warble in his voice, considering the notion that they wouldn't. 

"We're....the age difference....it's just so...." she continued softly, eyes glued to his, peeling off her top, taking off her bra and tossing it aside, smiling gently at the gasping boy as her slightly saggy milk-white tits swung into view, slightly splayed to the sides and drooping a bit, delicate blue veins snaking under the alabaster flesh.



"Yes," he said in a voice gone squeaky, his mouth dry as he gulped and she neared.

"I mean it wouldn't be right," she said, slithering out of her soaking wet panties and raising them dramatically to drop on his crotch, right on his stiff cock outlined in the sheet moist from his pre-cum.

"No," he whispered.

She sat down and leaned to him, their eyes searching. Their lips met and melted away any misgivings. They kissed, gently at first, then like hungry long-lost lovers, eager to reunite, body and soul. Her slender hand traced down his handsome face, over his tight, muscular chest to his hard belly and under the sheet. His eyes were wide open, staring disbelieving into hers, their tongues wrestling for space in each other's mouths.

And his eyes fluttered as her tiny hand encircled his cock, both of them gasping into their mouths. She moved it slowly, up and down, ever so slowly, painfully slowly, feeling the thickness in her fingers and the pulsating heat of the engorged shaft.

"Oh..my..GOD, Mrs. Curry!" he cried out, feeling his huge balls throb.

She broke the kiss, smiling and sitting to his right, offered him the gift of her meaty left tit, his mouth opening and seeking the thick nipple like a hungry bird as she stroked him. He groaned, fisting the wrinkled flesh into his trembling hands, sucking and licking, moaning and gasping. She watched him, her eyes wide open, drinking it in, his young, limber body writhing under her stroking touch.

"I'm gonna...oh GOD, Mrs. Curry, I'm gonna...." He groaned as her hand slapped faster up and down his throbbing cock.

"I know, Dennis, I know," she cooed, picking up the pace, bending his dick toward his tight belly, watching the thick stream of pre-cum strand over her working fingers, the slime glistening on them. "It's OK, cum for me! Cum for Mrs. Curry! There's plenty more to follow, I'm sure!"

And he did. With a mighty, throaty, desperate growl, he came, the first thick, long rope of cum jetting out of his cock and catching the startled woman across the face, making her cum from its heat and texture and smell, her mouth open to catch the dribbling gel as it trickled down her forehead and nose into her lips and onto her tongue.

He groaned again, the second, third and fourth shots arching out of his dick and splashing wetly onto the very tit he was sucking at the top, thick rivers of it that ran down and into his adoring mouth that frantically licked at her nipple, making no effort to stop and eating his own cum from her quivering tit flesh.

The next couple hit him across his own face, making her cum again, watching his mouth work her tit, creamy and wet, his expert tongue lashing over the meatiness, his mouth open and soaked with his sperm. She impetuously lifted one socked foot to his crotch now, squeezing down on his bloated balls, eager to milk the rest from him and the last waning jets laced in cinnamon stripes up his belly and chest. Her jerking slowed, her pussy soaking wet, her hand now benefitting from the dribbling remains of his wrenching orgasm.

"Oh my word!" she laughed, finally pulling her hand from his still-stiff dick and looking at the cream covering it. "You certainly needed that!"

He smiled a dreamy, creamy smile, still lapping at her tit, cleaning her of him. She laughed.

"And look at you!" she roared. "Eating your own cum! My goodness, you are a rare bird, I must say that! You must be used to it, I imagine, jerking off and cumming as hard as you do!"

"Yeah, I do hit myself in the face all the time," he sighed, licking up her wrinkly neck to clean the cream there, then to her face, gently lapping the remains from her lips, chin, cheeks and forehead.

"You taste heavenly," she growled in a sexy low growl, kissing and sharing cum, lifting her hand to their mouths for both to lick clean. 

They kissed for a long moment longer, she draping herself over him, chest to chest, her meaty thighs closing around his cock, making him moan and thrust up into the fleshy warmth of them.

"My, my, ready already!" she laughed, slithering up his chest, making it up on the fly. "But now it's my turn...if you would be so kind...."



"Oh, GOD, yes!" he cried out, holding her thighs as they inched up his chest, spreading, her meaty, hairy pussy parting to his view, his nose sniffing the air for her sweaty, musky scent.

Her thighs framed his face, the fur of her pussy on his chin. She looked down at him, hands on hips, reveling in the dominant pose.

"Have you ever....eaten a woman before, Dennis?" she said, surprising herself with the question.

"Not....not often....not like...." he moaned, gulping, licking his lips as he looked into the furry promise of her glistening crotch.

"Not what?" she giggled, thrusting her hands to her sex, parting the lips, her oily clit sticking out, aimed at his mouth. "Not hairy, you mean? Are the girls you've been with shaved down there?"



"Yes," he hissed. "This is so...different...so very...sexy...."

"Then get busy, boy!" she laughed, now grabbing the headboard and sliding up to his face, planting her hairy quim on his mouth and nose, gasping at the feel of it against her sopping pussy. "Oh, God...."

Her late husband was fairly good at oral sex, it was a big part of their sex lives. But this boy was something else. From the second she made contact, his tongue erupted in a lizard-like frenzy of wiggling and delighting her, making her grip the headboard harder, arching her back, thrusting into his trapped face. He worked his way through her like a pro, lapping at her clit, drubbing it with that magic tongue, wiggling his head side to side. Then he lapped down, driving the length of it inside her gripping cunt, thrusting in and out, wantonly fucking her with it.

She came almost instantly and from then on was lost in the orgasmic blur of riding the young man's face, hearing her groans morph into screams, thrusting her hips back and forth, blasting her gushing pussy over him, scraping over his face from her asshole to her clit, from his forehead to her chin. It was almost an out-of-body experience, her soul lost to the task, feeling as if her relentless face pounding would erase his features to a nub.

She lost count of her orgasms, but felt them wane finally, and slowed her hunching hips to grind down hard on his nose and mouth. She felt him groan, his face try to twist away to get air and realized she was smothering him in her pussy. Her thighs, tight now with muscular exertion from so continual a flow of orgasms, cinched over his face, hiding it. She laughed and parted them and heard the gasp for air between them.



"Wow!" he squealed from under her sexy body, his face soaked with her juices. "Wow!"

She laughed and peeled her sex from his face, sliding back toward his cock, leaning to kiss him and now lick his face clean of her juices. They made out like horny teens, and she devoured his lips and tongue, getting wetter as she inhaled the musky scent of her sweaty cunt that covered him.

"You ready for this?" she giggled, licking down his neck to playfully bite his nipples, her hairy quim brushing his eager dick.

"Oh God yes," he moaned.

She slithered down on it, putting a hand between them, fisting the thick head to her furry slit and sighing as she sat back, sheathing his cock deep inside her. They both moaned in unison, he feeling the velvety heat of her pussy encase his cock, she trembling at the fullness he provided. It was a gentle motion at first, she lifting off and slithering down, then faster and faster as their intensity and urgency mounted. She leaned over him, biting her lips, her meaty tits bouncing and scraping over his face. Frantically, he fisted them in his hands, running his mouth back and forth over each one, devouring her thick brown nipples.

It lasted just enough time, given his previous, massive orgasm, several minutes of undulating bodies and sweaty flesh sliding over each other. His clenching hands wandered to her meaty rump, massaging and kneading the flesh, slipping a finger into the furry tightness of her asshole, triggering yet another in an endless series of orgasms of varying intensity.

She leaned over him fully, letting him drive his hips up, his huge cock filling her, slapping his balls into her meaty thighs. His tongue licked her face, down her cheeks, ingesting the soft furrows of her salty neck, tasting the meat of it, savoring the flesh in his mouth, nipping at it. She came again from having a part of her body she long detested worshipped so completely.

And he came, drilling up into her, holding there, feeling his nuts knot and jet into her aching womb. Just enough time, she thought; it'd been awhile since a cock had been up there and never one this deliciously thick and long. She was starting to get sore and didn't want to tell him, but now he finished, the last jet scorching into her, his mouth on hers, eyes open and staring into her soul.

"Wow," she giggled, flopping off him to the bed beside him, thighs open and slack, her thatch matted with their combined juices. "Wow indeed...."

He smiled, turning to her, fingering her pussy. Her hand stopped him. She smiled.

"It's been awhile, dear boy," she laughed. "I'm a bit sore..."

"Then I'll kiss it," he said daringly, eyes flashing, launching himself between her fleshy thighs, facing the well of her creamy pussy. "And make it better..."



"Oh my God," she moaned, finding herself twisting her nipples in her slender fingers as he gorged himself.

He ate long and deep, lingering strokes from her quivering rectal ring to scoop up escaping cream and up to her hole, slurping wetly from it, swallowing and going back for more. He attached his mouth to it, his nose grinding her clit, his eyes wide open and looking up over the white swell of her belly and tits into her face, which was twisted into a mask of want and need and orgasm. She came suddenly and savagely, grinding into his face, her thighs instinctively clamping shut around the boy's face, her calves locked and legs straight out. Any hint of sagginess was gone as the muscles in her incredible legs punched tight against the wrinkled flesh, quivering and scissoring his face with surprising power.



She came quickly, and hard, holding his head, pulling his face to her. Finally finished, she relaxed her scissoring thighs and they fell slackly open, the gentle sway of her inner thigh flesh peeling off his cum-soaked face. He smiled at her, playfully darting his tongue to her sensitive clit, making her pull back with a giggle.

"You just can't get enough can you?" she laughed, pulling him up between her legs to kiss him and taste them.

"Not enough of you, that's for sure," he groaned.

The words settled over them, a casual toss-off of endearment under ordinary conditions. But these were far from ordinary. Now the words lay thick over them with the heft of meaning.

"But...this was nice...but..." she stammered.

"Then why stop?" he asked, kissing her gently, eyes open and eager.

She smiled and lay with him for long tender moments before standing, dressing to leave. He pulled on his shorts, watching her slip into her bra and top, sneakers and skirt. She looked on the floor where the blue panties of his affection had fallen. Smiling, she picked up the panties she'd peeled off earlier, the white ones redolent of her scent. She balled them up and walked to him, playfully stuffing them into his mouth. He laughed a muffled laugh, eyes rolling as he tasted her before pulling them out.

"Keep 'em," she giggled, picking up the blue ones. "In case you need a reminder."

"Oh, I won't," he sighed, pointing to his cell phone on the nightstand.




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She looked at it and then him, open mouthed. He smiled broadly.

"You did NOT film that entire episode?" she said in mock horror.

"Oh, I did, I did," he laughed. "You know me and filming...well, now you do anyway."

They walked to the door, not wanting to part. She turned, faced him, snuggling her face into his chest, his strong young arms holding her close. They breathed as one, delaying.

They kissed softly, her hand behind her on the knob, turning it, aching at the parting, wondering what the future would bring, if there would be one.

"We're so...apart in..in years," she said, looking up to his perfectly smooth face, feeling the wrinkles in her own tugging at the corners of her mouth and eyes.

"But what does that mean?" he asked softly, voice tinged with a philosophic air. "Years are just...measures of time..."

"And the only time we really have is now," she said, weakly smiling, wanting more than anything to mean the words.

"Yes, it is," he whispered, kissing her. "The only time."

She left, silently, both resolved to make the best of theirs. Knowing this would not be the last.



Hooking Up Mrs. Curry Ch. 03



This story is about a love affair between a 65-year-old woman and 18-year-old man, consensual and romantic, with scenes of public sex, creampie eating and lesbian encounters. Enjoy.

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Suzie Curry could not sleep.

She'd just returned from Dennis's house, where she'd made love to him in ways she could have never imagined, ways she couldn't have dreamed about.

But it had happened, real and surreal all at once.

She hadn't showered when she got home and now lay in bed, alone, thinking of Dennis's cum, thick and plentiful, that had filled her pussy, covered her mouth. She could still taste him, smell him. She ran a finger under her blanket and into her hirsute crotch, playing. And thinking of him.

The reality hit her: She was 65 years old. Dennis was 18. And they'd fucked.

The dear boy was grandson of one of her best friends, who had come over to hook up her new computer to the Internet. He'd gone under her desk to do so, and as she sat, took photos and videos of her legs and feet and crotch on his cell phone.

She realized it and did nothing, fearing she'd shame him deeply. But when she discovered he'd made off with a pair of her soiled, stinky panties, she made a decision that she would either regret or live happily with.

The latter won out: She'd gone to his house, caught him masturbating with her panties and had her way with him. It was a happy, loving, keenly sexual encounter and over far too quickly.

As was their relationship, she knew it, as she knew it had to be. Carrying on with a man, a boy, really, a boy some 47 years younger than she, two generations worth of years, could not happen more than once.

But as she fingered her pussy, it happening again was all she could think of.

And likewise for Dennis. He lay in bed, at home, looking at the footage and shots he'd taken at her house and later as they fucked in his house. He stroked himself faster and harder, his mind a blur; how could he possibly be falling in love with a woman his grandmother's age? He had no idea how, he just knew he was.

He slowed his stroking, keyed up his phone. And texted her, hoping she'd be awake.

"Mrs. Curry...you there?"

The chirp startled her, the phone by her bed glowing in the dark. She picked it up, hopefully, with fingers still wet from her pussy, smelling of them. She smiled.

"Yes, I am, Dennis...here...awake...thinking..."

"Me, too," he wrote back.

"Did you go out with friends?"

"Yes."

"Did you meet...anyone interesting?"

She dreaded the answer and hoped for it, that he'd met someone, that their tryst was beautiful but fleeting.

"No one quite like you, pretty lady!"

She snuck a finger back into her pussy, moaning, Dennis slowly stroked his cock, typing with one hand.

"Mrs. Curry? Is everything OK?"

She waited, unsure. But then continued.

"Very much OK, young man...thanks to you..."

They texted back and forth, two young souls flirting. She asked him to call. He said it wouldn't be safe; his parents' room was next to his and he didn't want them to hear.

His parents, she thought. A reminder of how incredibly young this boy was.

"I was thinking...tomorrow, this weekend, the county fair in Ryeville. You know of it?"

She did. Her late husband took her there often, a place of warm memories.

"Yes, of course...why do you ask?" she texted.

He wasn't thinking...he couldn't be...she thought to herself.

"Would you like to go? Me and you? Tomorrow? A...a date?"

She laughed out loud, blushing, thankful he wasn't there.

"A date? Seriously? To the fair? But it's at least 100 miles away isn't it?"

"Yes...who knows, maybe we can stay over."

That settled in, underscoring the seriousness of what seemed to be a developing relationship. A sleepover with a teenage boy. Long, romantic hours in bed. She couldn't, she knew she couldn't. She typed.

"Uh..." She started, unsure of what to type next and watching in disbelief as her fingers continued with "Sure! Why not! A date!"

Dennis yelped with delight, squelching it immediately, nervous fingers tapping at his phone, both hands now, the one abandoning his aching prick for the moment.

"So happy you accepted Mrs...uh, I feel weird calling you that...should I not?"

She thought. She thought how perfectly respectful it was to be called that, their difference in ages the key reason. She liked the sound of it. She liked how it did make her feel older, emphasizing their age difference which seemed the sexiest thing of all.

"No, that's good, sexy, you calling me that...is that all right, young man?"

"Of course, Mrs. Curry!" he wrote back, feeling his cock throb anew at the thought of keeping up the ruse. "It's kind of sexy, I agree."

"Young man," she wrote impishly, "are you...touching yourself at the moment?"

He was, having returned one hand to his cock, now freezing in place.

"Uh...thinking of you...how can I not?"

She giggled.

"Naughty, naughty boy...stop it. Stop it right now. Save it for Mrs. Curry..."

He almost came reading it. But he stopped. And typed:

"And you, pretty woman?"

She laughed out loud.

"Yes, of course I was...thinking of you...but I'll stop...and save it..for you, young man!"

They bid each other good night. He'd pick her up at 10 a.m. He'd tell his parents he was visiting friends for the weekend.

They hardly slept a wink.

She woke at dawn, anxious, nervous as a schoolgirl, packing a small bag and picking out what to wear. It took her hours, but she decided on a mid-thigh floral dress, summery, breezy and light, with shoulder straps and revealing cleavage. She slipped on a pair of pink sandals, twirling in the mirror, her short platinum hair flowing in silky waves. Her legs, she thought, looked great, firm, muscular, tanned. The legs that had drawn the boy in under her desk. The legs that held his face to her sex as he satisfied her. The legs that would drive him mad today.

She giggled, and pulled it up a bit higher on her sexy thighs.

He pulled in precisely at 10, racing inside. He rounded the corner to where she stood in the living room looking coquettish, flirty, enticing. He sighed, embracing her for a long, clinging hug and sweet kissing.

"You ready for our road trip.. Mrs. Curry?" he moaned, licking her sexy wattle, tasting her saltiness.

"Oh, more than ready, young man," she hissed, biting his ear and feeling his front, cupping his hard cock. "And I see YOU are, too!"

"Yeah, hope I can last the 100 miles," he said shyly.

"Who says you have to!" she laughed.

"You are...amazing. Just...amazing!" he said, holding her slim shoulders and gazing into her eyes.

"Let's go, boy, before we end up staying here the weekend!"

"Would that be so bad?" he laughed.

They jumped in the car, driving away, talking, laughing. Once on the highway, she slowly spread her legs, giving him a show. He couldn't take his eyes off them, those supple, soft thighs, the slightly wrinkled interiors swaying in fleshy, maddening waves, undulating as she moved her legs apart and together, quivering ever so slightly with the car's vibrations.

"Now, now, eyes on their road, boy, not eyes on the thighs!" she laughed.

She saw his phone charging in the cup holder. She picked it up, smiling at him and turning on the video function.

"Here ya go, stud," she hissed.

She filmed her legs, slowly, from her luscious thighs down to her solid calves, which she balled into muscle by curling her toes. She giggled at his moans as he watched, warning him to keep his eyes straight ahead. She spread her thighs more, wider, splayed apart. She wore a skimpy pair of red panties, around the sides of which sprang long curls of silvery silky pubic hair.

"Hmmm, I wonder," she mused playfully, pulling aside the crotch panel, all that dewy fur springing into view, making Dennis gasp as he quickly looked before turning his eyes front again. "It's sooooo hairy! I know you young people like it shaved, right? So should I shave it? Hmm?"

"NO!" he cried out, licking his lips, eyes darting to his right where she zoomed his camera in on the thick luxurious bush. "NO! I love that about you...about your...your pussy! It's natural, beautiful...delicious..."

She roared with laughter as she filmed more, moving up to her chest, tugging her shoulder straps down and letting her braless boobs spill free, looking around to ensure no other driver could see. She moved the phone back down, to her pussy, slowly pushing the fingers of her other hand inside, splitting the furry lips with a sexy, wet sound.

"Oh..my...GOD, Mrs. Curry!" Dennis gasped.

"Eyes on the road, son, eyes on the road," she growled, concentrating on pleasuring herself, working three fingers into her pussy, diddling her clit with her thumb.

She worked it hard and fast, Dennis catching furtive glances and relishing the obscene squishing sounds of his elderly paramour finger fucking herself into a frenzy, coming with a clap of her meaty thighs, scissoring her fingers and grinding out her orgasm, her wrinkly cheeks flushed pink. She slowly pulled them out, holding the gleaming digits aloft for him to see and her to film - as she moved them to his face.

"Smell me," she cooed, giggling. "Taste me..."

He did and then she forced them into his mouth, the boy groaning, thrusting his hips into the air, feverishly licking them clean and looking over the tops of them to focus on his driving. A horn blared as he swerved into the next lane before snapping back into place.

"OK, enough of that!" she laughed, tugging her pussy-slick fingers from his mouth, shutting off the camera and adjusting her short dress over her thighs and boobs. "More later, trust me!"

"Oh God, I'm ready to burst," he smiled weakly, hands twisting on the wheel, sweat breaking on his brow. "You made me stop last night, after all..."

"All in due time, my boy," she growled, running a teasing hand up his thigh, under the leg of his shorts and grasping his young, hard cock for a quick squeeze, making him groan before pulling it away. "All in due time..."

They drove, chatting happily, the time passing easily and quickly. He pulled off the highway, onto the secondary country road that would take them to Ryeville. She looked around at the scarce traffic on the two-lane scenic road.

"Uh, Dennis," she cooed, scooting close to the console, leaning on it and running her bony little hand up his shorts leg to squeeze his soft cock that instantly stiffened in her grip, the boy gasping. "Ever get a blowjob while driving?"

He looked sidelong, astonished.

"No...no I haven't...I've tried, believe me, but it never...are you serious? Have you, uh..."

"Certainly, dear boy, I'm old but experienced!" she laughed, tugging his belt open and unzipping his pants as he gasped. "My husband, every so often...God, that was fun, I miss those days so much...but the present is the only and best time we have, right?"

She winked at him and slowly, very slowly, bent over the console, dipping her head to his lap, stroking his dick into her puckered mouth.

"HOLY SHIT!" he gasped, feeling her tongue washing over his shaft as she took him to the balls inch by delicious inch. 

"Keep your eyes on the road, buddy boy, wouldn't want you to hit anything and make me bite this thing off," she growled, gnawing gently on his cock until he yelped.

She popped her mouth back over the cap as she stroked the shaft, slurping wetly over its length as she blew him. She delighted in making him squirm, suckling the tip of his cock, lavishing it with her tongue, running it in wet circles around the head. She slipped her fingers under his nuts and felt them pulse and throb, knowing he was close.

"Oh...god..Mrs. Curry!" he gasped. "Gonna...blow..."

She felt the car swerve unsteadily and instantly popped her mouth of his dick, sitting up to look ahead.

"We, uh, better finish this stopped, Dennis," she said wisely. "Over there, that little pull out..."

"But...the sign says 'No stopping!' Oh, Christ," he moaned.

"Well, this is sort of an emergency," she laughed. "Just pull in, no one's around, and I don't think this will take terribly wrong. Do you?"

She tugged his cock, using her spit as lubricant, stroking it up and down.

"OK OK!" he cried out, pulling into the gravelly turn out by a guardrail.

The car skidded to a stop and he slammed it into park, sitting back, letting the smiling Mrs. Curry stroke his dick and then lean over to renew consuming it in her puckered lips. He groaned, eyes closed, feeling her velvety mouth encircle him, that little hand pumping eagerly on the shaft. His nuts throbbed.

"Here...it...CUMS!!" he shrieked.

Her eyes went wide at the force and volume of his load, thick, creamy, fiery hot, scorching its way into her billowing cheeks to be gobbled down, big mouthfuls of his sweet juices that she hungrily sucked from him. He seemed to cum for 30 seconds, so much and so hard she couldn't swallow it all. She felt small rivulets of sperm squeeze from the corners of her sucking mouth as she gulped what she could into her slender belly.

"Oh my word!" she exclaimed, pulling off his cock, smacking her cummy lips and sitting up. "So much!"

"Yeah," he said dreamily. "It sure was..."

He pulled her to him, she amazed at his eagerness to share his sperm, kissing her cummy lips, lacing his tongue into her mouth, tasting himself. They kissed for a long minute, the boy finally breaking it to lap the residue that smeared her sexy, wrinkled cheeks and chin.

"Oh shit!" she cried out, breaking the kiss and sitting back in her seat. "A cop!"

She saw the car first, pulling in behind them. Dennis hurried to zip his wilting cock back into his pants, sitting up, trying to be calm. The cop, a burly female who looked pissed and like she'd been on the job far too long, walked up to Suzie's window. She rolled it down.

"Morning officer!" she said brightly.

"No stopping here," the officer growled, looking in at Dennis who broke a weak smile. "See the sign?"

"No, no, missed that," Dennis said quickly. "We were just...such a pretty view here, and..."

"The GPS, we were just trying to figure out where we're going," Suzie cut in, picking up Dennis's phone. "Damn signal cut out I guess..."

"Uh-huh," the cop said skeptically, eyeing Suzie's short dress riding high on her shapely thighs and taking note of Dennis's nervous demeanor. "Where ya headed?"

"Ryeville, county fair, Ryeville," Dennis jumped in, regretting his hurried tone, slowing down. "Think it's up here a bit? Is it?"

"Yeah, about 50 miles or so, you'll see the signs," the cop said, adding with completely dry insincerity, "You and your granny takin' in the fair. Ain't that sweet."

She looked more closely at Suzie. There was a dollop of cum on the corner of her mouth. The cop pointed to it.

"Got somethin' on your face, honey," she said with a smirk.

"Oh, we uh, just stopped back there...doughnuts, cream filled, good stuff, can't get enough!" Suzie laughed, licking the cum quickly from her mouth and swallowing. "All gone!"

"Yeah, doughnuts," the cop drawled. "Allie's, that the place? Been there forever."

"Yeah, exactly, Allie's Donuts, we love it!" Suzie chimed.

The cop leaned closer, a snarling smirk on her rugged face.

"Been closed two years now," she growled, standing up and rapping her knuckles on the roof. "Git goin', 'fore I write you up!"

Dennis snapped the car into drive, trying to not spin his wheels as he drove off. He looked in the mirror as the cop lumbered to her cruiser and drove the other way.

"SHIT!" he cried out. "SHIT!!"

They both looked at each other, dissolving into laughter.

"Well now, aren't we the lucky ones?" Suzie laughed, cupping Dennis's cock in his shorts, making him groan, feeling it thickening. "OK, boy, OK, just drive, plenty of time for that later..."

They drove on, keeping their hands off one another, save for the occasional grope, finally pulling into the fair, a bustling place of rides, booths and swarms of people. They milled happily about, arm in arm, looking for all the world like grandmother and grandson, sometimes darting into the shadows to kiss and fondle, fueling the fire of their budding passion.

They rode the rides, including the Ferris wheel. Dennis put his arm around Suzie, sneaking his other hand up her gorgeous, fleshy thighs, caressing the soft meat of them and dipping his fingers under her skirt, playing with her hairy pussy.

"Oh, God, Dennis...so good...feels so damned good!" she squealed, nervously looking around. "You naughty..naughty...oh, make me cum, please, make me cum!"

"Gladly, my love," he growled, tucking his head to her neck, suckling the fleshy folds there and manipulating her pussy which was drenching his plunging fingers.

The Ferris wheel, fully loaded now, spun around and around for the requisite amount of times, Dennis's fingers leaving his old lover's furry pussy only when they neared the bottom and people could see. As the wheel swept back up, he returned to his task at literal hand, fingering the lovely woman's clit, licking her neck, kissing her. By the time the ride ended, she'd cum several times, soaking her lover's hand. Just prior to stopping, he lifted it to their mouths for both to share in a forbidden, sloppy kiss.

They continued throughout the fair for the course of the gloriously warm fall afternoon, eating junk food, taking various rides, Dennis even winning her a giant teddy bear at one of the games-of-skill booths, slaying moving targets with an air rifle. She clenched it giddily, walking through the fairgrounds with evidence of his eagerness to please his elderly mistress.

"Oooo, look, a fun house!" she laughed, approaching a ramshackle building purposely outfitted to look frightening. "Let's go get scared!"

"Anything you want, Mrs. Curry," Dennis said, escorting her inside.

It was the usual assortment of sights and sounds, scary monsters hidden in dark corners of a building with creaky, slanting floors. They groped playfully in the dark, careful not to let others see, but the fun house was relatively little populated this late in the day, so they took every opportunity to kiss, hug, feel each other.

They made their way into one very dimly lit room festooned with fake cobwebs, spooky music piped throughout. It was a torture chamber, with mannequins locked into various devices, none of them particularly realistic looking. In a corner was a chair with a mannequin shackled to it, it's skeletal head locked into a vice, the face contorted into a mask of pain as the wooden planks on either side of its skull pretended to crush inward. Screams came from the mannequin, with fake blood oozing from its bony lips and sallow eyes, begging for mercy.

"Remind you of anything?" Suzie giggled as Dennis hugged her from behind, thrusting his hard cock against her ass. "My thighs perhaps, last night, squeezing your head as you made me cum with your mouth!"

"Oh, God, yes, yes," he hissed, now boldly flipping up her skirt to rub her ass through the panty, pulling it aside and fingering her wet slit.

"Oh, my, Dennis, right here?" she gasped, feeling him quickly free his cock and slip it inside her from behind, groaning and holding tightly inside her velvety pussy.

"Yes!" he hissed, swiveling his hips to let his cock caress every silken inch of her insatiable cunt. "Right here!"

She groaned with his pulsating cock inside her, feeling him fill her, feeling her pussy flow around it. She held onto the railing before the seated mannequin, looking at its contorted face locked in the vice the way Dennis's head had been locked into her wrinkly, strong thighs the night before, scissoring her way to an orgasm.

And she came again, grunting with his slight thrusts, feeling him thicken. They both heard voices, giggles, down the hall, and Dennis quickly pulled his cock from her, zipping up, Suzie smoothing her short skirt down over her thighs that were streaked with her orgasmic fluids.




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"We better go!" she whispered, taking his hand and starting to walk out of the room.

Just then they saw one manacled hand of the mannequin move up, wiggling its fingers in a wave.

"Have a good day, you two," the voice growled from under the mask over the face that belonged to a quite real human.

Dennis and Suzie gasped, looking at each other in disbelief. From under the mask, a very real eye winked at them.

"Holy shit!" Dennis shrieked, pulling her out of the room.

"OH MY GOD!" Suzie added, following him.

They stumbled from the fun house into the slanting rays of the late afternoon sun, holding each other and laughing uncontrollably.

"We better get out of her before the next monster isn't so accommodating," Dennis laughed, walking arm in arm with her toward the exit as she clutched her teddy bear prize.

"The only monster I care about is this one, baby," she growled, dropping a hand to his crotch and palming his still-thick cock through his shorts.

They made their way to the car, getting in, looking at each other.

"We need to find a place to stay," he said, keying his phone to search for lodging. "Hmmm, there's one about 10 miles down the road called Cabins in the Woods...that could work..."

"Let's go, lover," Suzie smiled, reaching for his cock and stroking it. "We gotta take care of that, you've been so good to THIS all day!"

She hiked up her skirt, spreading her luscious thighs, Dennis's eyes riveted to that saggy, swaying meat of their slightly wrinkled interiors.

"Oh, hell yes," he moaned, driving off.

They found the place easily enough, a nothing-special assortment of small cabins ringing a tiny pond, with one building in the middle, larger, with the business name on the wall and "Office" hanging beneath.

"You get our stuff together, I'll get us the room," Suzie said, kissing him and slipping out of the car. "My treat, you don't have much money, I know..."

"You're the best, Mrs. Curry," Dennis said so politely it made her forget that in a few minutes she'd be fucking him madly in one of the cabins.

She walked into the office, the bell above the door clanging noisily. Standing at the counter, she waited, and in short order a large older man lumbered out from the back, munching on a doughnut, the crumbs of which clung to his unshaven chin.

"Help ya?" he growled, looking her up and down.

"Yes, we'd like a cabin for the night, please," she said politely.

He looked at her, then past her to the young man pulling small suitcases out of a car trunk.

"How many of ya?" he snarled.

"Two," she said calmly.

"Ain't got nothin' with two beds," he growled. "Just one."

"One is fine," she said.

Again he looked over her shoulder to the car.

"Hmghf," he grunted. "You and your grandson gonna share a bed?"

"Who the young man is is none of your business, sir," Suzie said with a decided edge to her voice. "Now, may we have the cabin, please?"

"Now look her lady, we ain't runnin' a damn no-tell motel here, so why don't you..." he blurted angrily, shards of donut spraying from his mouth and sprinkling the counter.

"What in HELL is goin' on out here?"

An equally large and old woman lumbered out of the back, waddling to the counter, eyes fixed on the man.

"Goddammit, Leon, what the hell?" she snarled at him. "Woman wants a cabin, goddammit, give her a fuckin' cabin!"

Suzie stifled a giggle as the woman looked at her with a smile.

"Don't you worry none, honey, I'll take care of you," she said sweetly. "Name's Eloise, this here lump of shit is Leon, my husband. Git along, Leon, git along, go fix somethin' that needs fixin', will ya?"

Leon shot her a look of a man who knew his lot in life and was none too pleased about it but far too lazy to do anything to change it. He lumbered out of the room, grumbling to himself.

"Now then, honey, we got a nice cabin down the end of the row, 75 bucks," Eloise said, spinning the registration form around to face Suzie. "Just the one night? You and your..."

She looked outside to the young man waiting.

"..you and your..."

"My friend, yes, just the one night," Suzie said, filling out the form.

Eloise fairly shrieked with glee, slapping the counter with both meaty hands, startling Suzie for a moment.

"Well, good goddam, I tell ya, good GODDAM!" Eloise roared, laughing, then leaning forward on those paws, "Good for you, girlie, good for you! A young one, you got yerself a young one! Hot shit, I mean, hot goddam shit!"

Suzie laughed at the well-intended profanity streaming from the smiling chubby face, peeling off five $20 bills and placing them on the counter.

"Thank you so much, Eloise, for understanding," she said.

"Hell yeah, I unnerstand, unnerstand completely," Eloise said, palming the bills and stuffing them into her apron pocket. "Woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do!"

She cast a disparaging look toward the door Leon had just grumbled through.

"Me?" she snarled with the tone of a woman too long in a place she didn't want to be but making the best of it. "All I gotta do is that fat tub a guts, ya know? Goddam man couldn't get it up with a fistful of Viagra and a crane!"

Suzie roared with laughter, putting her hands on the woman's as they returned to the counter.

"I'll get yer change for ya," Eloise said.

"Nonsense, keep it, it's yours," Suzie said. "Don't tell Leon."

"Oh, fuck Leon, I won't tell him nuthin!" Eloise laughed, patting Suzie's hand. "Now you two go have yourselves a night, nice and isolated down there, you make as much noise as you want, howl at the goddam moon if you wanna!"

Suzie laughed with her, then walked toward the door, and stopping.

"Uh, any place to eat around here?" she asked. 

"We didn't pass anything, and we could use some food."

"Oh, I'll bet ya could, honey, you be needin' your energy, keep up with that young buck!" Eloise laughed. "Down the road a piece, about five miles, place called 'Maddie's.' It's a bar more 'n a restaurant, but food's good, cheap, Maddie's a sweetheart. You tell her Eloise sent ya. Not Leon, fuck him, just Eloise!"

"Will do, Eloise," Suzie smiled.

"And come by in the mornin', we serve breakfast, too, not much, but it ain't bad and it's free," Eloise called out after her.

"Get us a cabin?" Dennis smiled as she walked up to him. "Any trouble? You were in there awhile."

"No, no trouble, the lady of the house was quite nice and rather interesting," Suzie smiled, getting in the car. "Right down here."

They drove to the cabin, parking in front, and walked in. It was simple, homey, a bit chilly, so Dennis fired up the small gas fireplace, the fake logs soon glowing. They looked around at the queen-sized bed, rudimentary furniture and throw rugs.

"It's cute, quaint," Suzie announced, putting her bag down and peeking in the tiny bathroom. "Cute."

"I wish it could be the Ritz for you, my classy lady, I really do," Dennis sighed.

She walked back to him, embracing him, kissing him.

"It is, my love, it is," she growled, sucking his tongue into her mouth.

She fell back on the bed, Dennis atop her, her thighs spread and accepting his gentle thrusting. His cock was rock hard, as always, pushing against her wet crotch. He kissed her with increasing fervor, breaking off to suck down her neck, devouring the wattle that he so loved.

"I can't believe you love my ugly neck so much, Dennis, no woman my age likes her neck, but you..." she moaned as he feasted on the fleshy folds, suckling them, licking, moaning.

"I love every inch of you," he hissed, nipping at the flesh and then burying his face into the warm, wrinkly cleavage below, slipping down her dress top to expose her meaty white tits that splayed to the sides, mouthing the flesh, sucking the nipples. "Every...inch...of...you..."

"Oh, Dennis!" she moaned.

He worked his way down, peeling the dress off as he went, tossing it aside and sliding her wet panties off as well. He knelt between her slack thighs, looking at the delicious wiggling meat of them, the furry slit glistening in the dim light of the room.

"Oh God," he moaned, diving in.

"Dennis!" she shrieked, holding his head in her old hands. "I...it's been a long day...let me freshen up!"

"No," he snarled with a smile, lapping slowly up her crack, from the dripping hole to her clit, inhaling deeply. "I love the scent of you right now!"

She growled with pleasure as he continued to slowly lap up and down her moist pussy, dipping his tongue into the gripping hole and then up the slick lips and dribbling at her clit. He expertly drove her to the edge of orgasm, her body tightening, thighs clamping shut with a meaty slap around his ears, locking her ankles and squeezing.

He groaned at the exquisite pain of her sexual scissors, rubbing his face around the meaty expanse of her pussy, drinking her in. She came hard and fast, snapping her slender hips, slapping at his sucking face with her sex, gripping him tightly, thighs quivering as she did. He finally stopped as her body went slack, relaxed, and she laughed a satisfied laugh, releasing her clenching legs from his head.

"Oh my goodness...I was squeezing you like that...that guy in the fun house was getting his head crushed in that torture device!" she laughed.

"I know, it hurt soooo good," he giggled, licking his lips coated with her essence. "I feel like he should be here watching again, to make sure you're doing it right!"

He kissed his way up her body, shedding his clothes as he did, and gently fisted his eager cock to her pussy, she sighing as he entered her. They made love, softly, passionately, romantically, her legs around him, their rhythm in sync.

"Give it to me, baby, give me your cum!" she growled, licking his ear, making him shudder. "You've waited long enough!"

He groaned, jetting into her, holding his cock completely still, both of them feeling the pulsations of his stream filling her. He dropped atop her, panting and slowly pulled out, nibbling his way down her incredible body.

"Oh my," she said in a whisper as he found her dripping sex, attaching his mouth to it and slurping out the milky cream flavored with both of them. "Oh...my..."

He cleaned her thoroughly, devouring every drop of her creamy sperm pie, swallowing greedily. Once done, he came to her face, kissing, sharing.

"We need to shower," she giggled as he lay atop her, grinding his wet cock into her soft belly. "Want me to go first?"

"Only if I go with you, my love," he whispered into her ear.

Love. There was that word again, casually tossed about. Love. It's what she was feeling for the young man and he for her. Love. It was the elephant in the room.

She led him to the bath, both of them naked, smiling, hand in hand. They soaped each other up in the hot steamy water, hugging, kissing. Dennis stroked his cock between her supple thighs as they stood face to face, letting her grind on it, cumming again. He groaned as he felt his own orgasm building.

"Slow it down, lover, slow it down," she laughed, pushing him playfully away. "Let's make it last..."

They dressed, Dennis pulling on jeans and a dress t-shirt, Suzie wearing a smart black silky top and black Capri pants that end at the knees, and a pair of very sexy, slightly high-heeled black shoes. He looked at her, watching her walk around the room, teasing him.

"Love how these shoes and pants make my calves look so...sexy!" she laughed, standing on tip toes before him as he sat on the bed.

"So sexy," he growled. "God, Mrs. Curry, your calves..."

He knelt, sucking them, licking them, massaging them, making her giggle like a schoolgirl. 

Mischievously, she tucked his head between them, snaring his neck in the freckled, tight muscles, locking her shoes together and squeezing until he moaned.

"Wow, that's so sexy!" she said, admiring the effect it had on the young man kneeling at her feet. "I could probably knock you out if I squeezed hard enough!"

"Oh God...yes...so sexy," he said in slurring tone.

She quickly released her scissors and stood him up, hugging him.

"Sorry," she smiled, "I get carried away I guess..."

"Never apologize for doing what feels good," he laughed. "Ever."

They left their cabin, driving away to the friendly wave of Eloise and the gruff stare of Leon. They drove into Maddie's down the road, a nothing-special place, low-slung and non-descript, with several of the flickering neon letters of various beer signs unlit and lonely.

Going inside the dim bar, they took a seat at a booth with high backs, wooden and stark, laughing at the rather dismal ambience.

"Hey, food must be good, right?" Suzie smiled, sitting across from him at the small table.

"One can only hope," Dennis sighed. "I am pretty hungry."

"Then you came to the right place," a voice intoned.

A lovely woman stepped up, around 50 or so, a brunette with short, shaggy hair and big, sad brown eyes. She wore a plaid shirt over her slender frame, and a short denim skirt, mid-calf blue socks and low work boots, looking every bit as country as the place itself.

"Name's Maddie, and I'll be your server...and everything else, bartender, cook..a one-woman show," she smiled.

"Maddie, as in the Maddie in Maddie's?" Suzie said with a soft laugh.

"One in the same," Maddie sighed. "Granted, we've seen better days, before the plant closed, but we make do. Can I get you folks something to drink?"

Suzie couldn't help but notice Dennis noticing Maddie. Far from making her jealous, it made him want her all the more, pleased that he found other women attractive as well. And Maddie was, tired looking from years of running a place alone, but still pretty, well kept, with a small, lovely figure.

"I believe I'll have a beer, a Heineken if you have the brand," Suzie said.

"Sorry, hun, we don't import much...ok, any beer," Maddie smiled. "Bud's about it, Coors, Miller..."

"A Bud Lite would be lovely," Suzie said, not minding the place probably didn't have her usual chardonnay. 

"And you, young man?" Maddie asked.

"Uh...same here!" he said brightly, hoping not to be carded.

"OK, honey, you know I have to ask," Maddie sighed. "ID please?"

"Oh, right, ID, ID," Dennis stammered, patting his clothes in the guise of forgetfulness. "Darn, I think I left it..."

"How old is your grandson, hon?" Maddie asked Suzie.

"Well...he's 18...but he's not my grandson," she answered proudly.

Maddie's eyes widened and she smiled.

"Well now," she said, looking around at the bar, now empty save for them with another couple having just left. "Tell ya what: Why don't I just bring you..."

She looked at Suzie, who cut in, "Uh, Suzie...and my friend here is Dennis."

"Why don't I bring you, Suzie, a nice big old pitcher of beer, and a glass, and you," she said, winking at Dennis, "an empty glass of water. That work?"

Dennis blushed, nodding. 

"Be back in a flash, check out the menu, roasted chicken thighs, a house specialty, better and meatier than wings!" Maddie laughed, walking away, Dennis's eyes fixated on her somewhat muscular, creamy white legs as she left.

"Sure is pretty, isn't she?" Suzie teased, watching Dennis's head snap back around at being busted. "Speaking of thighs...she's got great legs, huh? They must get that way from walking around this place all the time."

"Yeah, yeah, guess so," he said nervously.

"Honey, she's pretty, she's leggy, she's sweet," Suzie laughed, closing her hands over his. "What's not to like?"

Dennis cocked his head curiously...and wondering. But the conversation moved elsewhere, to them, the lovely, sexy day they had, how much fun it was to be together, doing things that people who are dating do.

It was something they both thought about, separately, the dating thing. This was a date, after all, they thought, but how long could it sustain? They'd go home tomorrow, maybe they'd get together for a forbidden tryst every now and again. But did they want more, did they need more?

Both thought that, not speaking it to one another, as they talked, laughed, played footsie under the table. Maddie returned with the pitcher of beer and a smile, and they drank, conversing easily. A few minutes later, Maddie plunked down a plate of roasted chicken thighs, crispy and moist looking.

"Nice thighs, Maddie," Suzie giggled, feeling the effects of the beer sweep over her delicate little body. "But I guess you get that a lot!"

Dennis looked at her, mouth open, not believing the double entendre she just dropped, nor the lesbian overtone Suzie had implied moments ago, which was intriguing him more and more. He looked at Maddie and blushed.

"What she means is...what she..." he babbled.

"Hey, Dennis, it's OK," Maddie said, winking at Suzie. "Gotta say, she's right, I do get that a lot, it's nice to hear when you're an old gal like me!"

"Oh, nonsense, you're not old at all, honey, now I'm old!" Suzie laughed. "I'm 65, and you're..."

"I'm 51, but you...you're 65?" Maddie said, astonished. "Sweetie, if I look half as hot as you at 65, I'll be a happy old lady!"

Maddie winked at Suzie, twirled and walked away, Suzie's and Dennis's eyes captivated by the flexing muscle of the younger woman's legs.

"I like her," Suzie said, cutting into a chicken thigh and putting a piece into her mouth, groaning at the flavor. "My God, she's right, her thighs are fantastic!"

Dennis smiled weakly, his mind racing, shaking his head at her.

"Mrs. Curry, I just don't know about you sometimes," he laughed, biting into his chicken and the stopping to look down at his crotch.

Suzie had kicked off her shoes and was now pressing her bare feet into his groin, wiggling her toes, her soles making his cock instantly harden.

"I know you don't," she laughed, continuing to eat, stroking him with her feet, now capturing his cock between them and squeezing. "I like it that way..."

"Oh my God," he croaked, trying to focus on his food.

"Here ya go, kids," Maddie said, appearing with another pitcher and taking away the empty one, noticing Suzie's odd posture, slumped back a bit in the booth. "You comfy, honey?"

"Oh, very, very," Suzie cooed, pressing Dennis's cock harder. 

"Will there be anything else?" Maddie smiled. 

"Entrees? Got some meatloaf, if you like that..."

"I'll...have the meatloaf..." Dennis said, voice cracking as Suzie wiggled her toes around his dick, just out of view of Maddie.

"Salad would be lovely, we old gals gotta keep our figure, right Maddie!"

"Oh yeah," Maddie laughed, walking away.

"Mrs. Curry...you're gonna make me..." Dennis warbled, a sweat breaking out on his young face.

"Can't have that, can we, not here, can't have you...cumming in your pants from my FEET, now can we?" she growled with playful dominance. "You DO like my feet, don't you, Dennis? I gathered that by the way you'd filmed them that day under my computer table, you naughty, naughty boy..."

She dropped her feet, slipping them into her shoes, and continued to eat. Dennis just stared at her, shaking his head in amazement.

"You really are something else, pretty lady, you really are," he sighed.

They continued to eat and chat, finishing the wings and their meals, getting ready to leave. Maddie slipped the bill on the table and about to pull her hand away when Suzie's closed over it.

"Does that thing work?" she asked, pointing to the old juke box on the far wall.

"Yeah, mostly, hardly gets used much anymore," Maddie smiled. "Why? You feel like dancing?"

"That's exactly what I feel like doing," Suzie said, fishing out quarters from her purse, along with a $50 that she slipped into the bill. "That cover it?"

"More than covers it, hon, you want change?"

"Nope," Suzie said, getting to her feet and feeling the slight stagger in her step from the beer. "All yours, cutie..."




Hooking Up Mrs. Curry Ch. 03



She toddled over to the juke box, Maddie and Dennis watching. She looked at the boy looking at her.

"She's sure something, isn't she?" Maddie said softly. "Pretty woman...and the two of you..."

Dennis looked up.

"It's not what...what you think..." he said, suddenly defensive.

"Honey," Maddie said, leaning over to whisper to him, "it's EXACTLY what I think. And I think it's great!"

She walked away, Dennis now watching her walk to Suzie, marveling at both incredibly sexy women. Suzie picked a few songs, chatting with Maddie in low tones, the two of them standing close, nudging each other and laughing. She walked back to Dennis, holding out her hand. He accepted, standing with her now in the open space of the dining area, and they danced to the music, slow, sultry, sensuous music.

They held each other close, whispering, Maddie shaking her head, smiling and going into the kitchen.

"What's going on, Mrs. Curry?" Dennis asked, mouth against her ear, feeling her press into him harder.

"Going on?" she asked.

"You...you and Maddie...you seem...close..."

Suzie smiled.

"We are, you know, in the instant way some people are," she said. "She's a lovely woman, so pretty, so sexy..."

He stopped dancing, pulling his face from her neck, looking into her eyes, a crooked smile on his face.

"What are you saying?" he asked. "Are you...have you...did you..."

She smiled, pulling his face back to her neck as they danced again.

"A long time ago, Dennis, a very long time ago," she whispered.

And she told him. She told him of her college roommate, she told him of their encounters, first full of innocent kisses and then more. She told them of their three-year sexual relationship, how it fulfilled her, and after college when they'd gone their separate ways, how she longed for more. She told him of two or three other encounters with like-minded women far back in the secretive days of her youth. She told him that all stopped when she married.

"And now...with Maddie...it's coming back...and I realize I miss it..." she said, kissing his ear.

They danced to the low, slow music, Dennis drinking it all in, his mind swirling with possibilities.

"But this...us...how..." he said, confused.

"Life plays out in ways you least expect, young man," she said as they danced, forehead to forehead. "I suggest you go wherever it takes you..."

And they kissed, softly, gently, moving to the music. From the kitchen door window, Maddie watched. And smiled a sad smile, wondering.

Suzie said nothing as one song ended and another began, walking Dennis to the booth, sitting him down, walking to the kitchen door where she'd noticed Maddie noticing them. She opened it, took the startled woman's hand, drawing her to the floor.

And they danced. Face to face. Arms around one another. Slowly, they danced, staring into one another's eyes. Dennis watched, transfixed, his cock throbbing and hard in his jeans.

"This is nice," Maddie smiled. "It's...been...I mean it was so long ago since I...did anything like...so long ago...I didn't think it would...could ever happen again.."

"Me too," Suzie growled. "Me, too, Maddie..."

They kissed, slowly at first then more wantonly, passion mounting, heads twisting, hands cupping each other's head, tongues thrusting into mouths. 

Dennis thought he would explode as he sat completely still, watching.

The song ended, the music gone. Suzie broke the kiss, leaning her forehead against Maddie's, smiling.

"My young man thinks you're sexy, very sexy," she said.

"Really?" Maddie giggled as the pair continued to sway in slow circles, pressed to each other, despite the absence of song. "He does?"

"He does," Suzie laughed, rubbing her nose on MAddie's. "And so do I?"

She kissed her, lips brushing lips, her tongue darting out to lick them, tickling them.

"We're staying at Cabins in the Woods down the road, you know the place?"

"Yes, sure, Eloise is lovely, her husband's an asshole," Maddie laughed.

"Oh, yeah, you know the place," Suzie smiled. "We're going back now. If you'd like to join us after you close..."

Maddie's eyes widened in the dark.

"I haven't been with a woman in...God, so long," she whispered.

"Me too, honey," Suzie smiled.

"But you two...I don't want to be...I'm not sure..."

"Do what your heart tells you to do," Suzie said, placing her hand on MAddie's chest, making her swoon, closing it over her small, well formed breast and squeezing.

She broke away, backing up, looking at her with a smile as she returned to Dennis, taking his hand, lifting the awestruck boy to his feet, walking them toward the door and out.

In the parking lot, Dennis opened the door for his lady and she slipped in. He got in the driver's side, staring at her.

"I told her to come by if she wanted, Dennis," Suzie said, looking straight ahead.

Dennis blinked as he stared.

"I trust you won't mind?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"I...I don't...I thought this would be our night...together..I thought..."

She leaned to him, framing his face in her small hands, drawing it to her lips for a long, lingering kiss. She pulled back, holding his astonished face.

"Don't think, Dennis," she hissed. "Just do! As I get older, I realize that, I'm realizing that with you and now..."

She nodded toward the bar, where inside, lights were being switched off.

"And now, I'm not getting any younger, kiddo," she giggled. "Gotta make hay while the sun shines, as we old folks like to say."

He smiled, the neon flickering to light her face almost beatifically. He held her hands.

"Agreed, Mrs. Curry," he sighed. "And this...this would make you happy?"

She smiled, taking her hand and running it up his thigh to cup his rock-hard cock, looking into his eyes.

"Kiddo," she growled, squeezing it. "I think it will make us BOTH very happy..."

They drove away, back to the cabin, and once inside, fell to the bed, kissing, rolling, embracing.

And waiting.