529 - Job Across Town Part 2

What I did learn was that without her teeth in Mrs P had a rather large tongue which she used with great expertise to clean the excess spunk from my nuts, I can give no less than top marks for her performance and I was happy to tell her so..
Me: “Wow Mrs P, did you enjoy that as much as I did” I said as she finished off cleaning me up.. she looked up at me with a face that told me she’d just won the lottery..
Mrs P: “You bet dear, I ain’t tasted cum like that in many a year, woah.. you worn me out hehe” she said as she flopped back in her chair exhausted with her dress almost up to her waist now and showing me a clearer view of her hairy hanging piss flaps which I have to admit the sight of was stopping my cock from going fully down..
I stood there silently and naked and let her gather her composure and seeing her licking her lips with no teeth in reminded me of some of the faces Les Dawson used to pull, it was hard not to laugh but this whole scenario was just weird and crazy, what the hell is going to happen next…

After a couple of minutes just making sure she wasn’t going to keel over or anything daft like that she suddenly opened her eyes to see me standing there still naked..
Mrs P: “Are my feet swelling dear?, I get that a lot” she said with discomfort in her voice and I looked down and rightly enough there was definite swelling on her feet…
Mrs P: “Oh bugger.. I’m supposed to keep me legs elevated but I can’t right now” she said after I told her the situation but for the sake of her wellbeing there was a solution..
Me: “I know, why don’t I put your legs over the arms of the chair, that way the blood flow won’t be able to get up to your knees and the swelling should improve.. do you want me to help you do that for you” I suggested which was the only real option available and she glanced up at me nervously..
Mrs P: “Oh would you dear, that’s so sweet of you, I don’t have the strength” she replied and I was more than happy to help not realising the ramifications of my actions..
I got down on my knees in front of her chair and as I reached in to grab her skinny thigh with my other hand just below her knee I eased her leg up high and widened it to rest over the arm of the chair, the concept of the idea was sound however right in front of my eyes was her hairy hanging piss flaps looking bigger than ever totally exposed..

Mrs P: “Good job I’m wearing me winter knickers eh lad” she said laughing as I got my hands into position for the other leg, she didn’t even realise she’d forgotten her knickers this morning but duty called and I eased her other leg up and over the other arm of the chair leaving her sitting there with her legs wide and her great haired hole just inches away from my face, I could even smell the rancid aroma floating up to my nostrils..
Me: “There ya go Mrs P, all done.. I’ll just stay right here for a bit and keep an eye on things for you.. does that feel nice” I said as I ran my fingers along the top of her skinny thighs in an effort to bring more comfort, her eyes temporarily opened..
Mrs P: “Oh yes, that’s very comforting, you’re such a good boy for your grandma” she said compassionately as her head went back on the chair and my touching hands worked their magic..
The problem was that my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they sneaked into her grey hairs which caused Mrs P to question my actions..
Mrs P: “Oh I say young man.. what are you doing down there.. where’s my knickers” she gasped as my fingers wandered a little feeling her big dry lips as the penny finally dropped and she realised the was totally exposed although she made no attempt to rectify the situation…

I didn’t know what to say in reply but let my fingers do the talking as I gently explored her hairy hanging piss flaps and as I sat back on my heels leaning right forward with my head between her outstretched legs I just couldn’t resist getting myself a taste of her smelly pit and I wasn’t put off by the stench that filled my head seemingly making me more horny..
I felt her hands come down on to my head and her feeble attempt to push me away failing miserably and as my tongue started to flick her pungent skin flaps she grabbed my head tightly as she let out a loud gasp..
Mrs P: “Oooh I don’t think you should be doing… Oh goodness.. that.. oh don’t.. don’t stop now.. she gasped as I felt her feeble hands pulling me tighter towards her and I though for a minute I was going to loose my head up there.. I was certainly pressing the right buttons and using my excess of saliva I was getting her quite wet and my cock was by now bursting at the seams as once I’d got used to her rather aged aroma it became quite a pleasurable experience, more so for Mrs Peacock…
As this old lady was my all time record I wanted to do the best for her and she was starting to shake a little but I was in my flow by now and although I’d never seen flaps as big as hers I was sure that they’d had some poundings in her lifetime..
Mrs P: “How’s the swelling dear” she gasped breathlessly and from my vantage point I couldn’t see her feet if that was what she was referring to but something else was swollen real good.. I lifted my head up and saw the blank expression on her face like she had no idea what was going on..

I got up from sitting on my heels onto my knees and took hold of my throbbing manhood..
Me: “Well it’s certainly ready for action darling” I replied smiling as I pulled the foreskin back exposing my big bulbous head, her mouth dropped like she’d never seen a penis before..
Mrs P: “Oh mother of Jesus, I hope ya not thinking of putting that in me.. that’s not gonna happen dear although maybe just a little would be nice.. it’s so swollen now.. shall I make another cuppa tea” she mumbled making no sense whatsoever but I had my chance and she was going to get fucked..
Me: “Oh of course not Mrs P, I wouldn’t dream of such a thing.. let’s get your feet down and make you more comfortable” I said softly as I eased her legs back onto the floor and pushed my hands up under her saggy bottom pulling her closer to the edge of the seat, her dress was now up around her waist and with her legs spread nicely I prepared myself for entry…
Me: “Is that comfortable now” I asked as I flipped the lever on the side of her chair to recline the back for her and she looked up at me with a confused look on her face..
Mrs P: “Oh yes dear, this is nice” she mumbled still without her teeth so with my cock in my hand I guided it towards her gaping flaps..

I gently ran the tip along her moist labia wondering to myself when the last penetration she had and as I eased myself forward I was surprised at just how easy I went in, I’d have thought she’d be very tight through lack of use but that didn’t seem the case here and actually found it to be a nice fit as I started to thrust myself deeper into her and with my hands underneath her gripping her sagging cheeks I kept pushing until my balls started to swing and bang against the seat of her chair.. the look on her face remained blank but I could see she was getting that devilish look in her grey eyes..
Mrs P: “Oooh you are such a naughty boy fucking your grandma like this, oooh is good dear” she mumbled as I upped the pace a little and could see the chair rocking a bit with the motions of my actions..
Her demeanour had changed again from that sweet old lady to the old cum slut like when she sucked my dick so I thought I’d play along..
Me: “Oh yeah grandma, you like a good fucking don’t you.. feeling my big cock sliding in and out of your sweet and lovely cunt” I replied as I built up a head of steam and she wasn’t holding back with her alter ego either..
Mrs P: “Fuck yes, fuck me hard boy, oh god yes.. give me that lovely spunk you bad boy” she mumbled as her eyes rolled and by now I was getting into the groove and going at her like she was a 20 year old and it wasn’t very long before I felt the end closing in which was probably a good thing for health and safety reasons and with her constant mumbling I let out a loud grunt as my hot creamy load fired into her old and frail body.. the look on her face was priceless as she felt the warmth of my load in her stomach..

I softened pretty quickly and pulled out as we both caught our breath but I couldn’t help noticing that she was looking at me in a strange way as I stood up naked in front of her with it all hanging down and loose..
She adjusted her chair back and for the first time today she closed her legs and adjusted her dress, she looked a little more civilised now..
Mrs P: “Hello dear, have you come to read the meter” she said quite calmly and I had to chuckle to myself as the old dingbat seemed to have no idea what was going on here, I didn’t know if she was really that demented or was just playing a game with me but I love games and the t was a no brainer to amuse her..
Me: “Yes Grandma.. I have, where do you keep it.. under here is it” I said politely as I reached down and lifted up her dress.. she didn’t bat an eyelid nor did she make any attempt to hide her already lost dignity..
Mrs P: “Oh I don’t think you’ll find anything working up there dear.. would you like a cup of tea” she said totally losing the plot and made no comment as to why I was naked..
Me: “Oh I’d love a brew, that’s so nice of you.. give me your hand, let me help you up” I said and as she reached out her hand I placed it on my penis to give her some leverage..
Me: “There you go, now grip it hard and I’ll help you up” I said excitedly and as I felt her frail fingers tighten around my semi hard cock I reached out to help her for fear of her ripping my dick off..

I was pretty certain that she had no idea she was holding my dick as we slowly walked out to the kitchen and the fact that she was tugging on it meant that I was getting harder with every step and it was only when we got to the kitchen counter that she let go and wondered where her teapot was..
Me: “Oh don’t worry Mrs P, I’ll get it for you” I said as she leant up against the counter in a half bent position to gather her composure, that’s if she had any..
When I returned with the tray she was still bending over the counter top which was worrying especially as the back of her dress was showing far too much of her skinny and wrinkled thighs and as I placed the tray on the counter I stepped back..
Me: “So it the meter up the back Mrs P?, I’ll gladly take a look for you” I said keeping up the meter reading persona, she didn’t move..
Mrs P: “I don’t know dear, let’s put the kettle on while you check” she said but at least she knew why she was in the kitchen, I reached out and lifted the back of her dress up to be confronted with her skinny but tight buttocks which hung down, it was an interesting sight as her crack was open and her hairy butthole was in clear view.. the temptation was overwhelming and it took her a couple of minutes to realise I was looking at her naked arsehole..
Mrs P: “W-what are you doing dear.. is it not there.. oh dear” she sighed as I quickly lowered her dress back before she got upset, I was convinced that I had no idea what was gonna come out of her gummy mouth next..

She seemed a bit confused that the meter wasn’t there..
Mrs P: “Are you sure.. why don’t you have another look dear, it might be hidden you know” she said which totally confused me but who am I to disobey a clients suggestion, meters are kept in funny places these days..
Me: “Ok then Mrs P, I’ll have a good rummage around up there and see what I can find” I said back deciding to get down onto my knees behind her and I could hear her taking deep breaths but wasn’t sure if that was in anticipation or that she had a breathing problem..
Up went the back of her dress again and this time I was at the perfect height with her permanently open cheeks right in front of my face, so close that I could see every grey hair that surrounded her dark pouting starfish and with her hairy hanging piss flaps starting to dribble my cum I set about the task to find this damn meter..
To allow me the freedom of using both hands I let her dress fall over the back of my head and reached up grabbing her cheeks and spreading them as wide as possible and as my head filled with her pungent aroma giving me a head full of aphrodisiac I eased my face towards the hairy abyss searching the undergrowth, my tongue probed and poked and I even felt pressure from her pushing back..
Mrs P: “Have you found it dear” she asked in a relatively normal voice which quivered and I took a quick breath..
Me: “Yes I think so but it may take me time to get to it to enable me to read it” I replied as I got back to my not so succulent rimming, I say that in jest as I do love an inviting arsehole who ever it belongs to..
Mrs P: “Excellent” she replied as I carried on fighting towards the entrance..

Me: “That’s all good now Mrs P, I just need to slip the receipt in and deposit you a nice warm Christmas bonus” I said as I finally pulled away and got to my feet behind her keeping her dress up with one hand and guiding my dick with the other..
Mrs P: “Oh that’s nice dear, I do like a nice deposit up the back alley” she gasped as I eased myself into her soft and wet back passage and again I found it not as tight as I thought it would be but she stood there quite motionless clinging on to the counter top..
Mrs P: “Will it be long dear, the kettle has boiled and I’ll make us a nice cup of tea” she said grunting with each forward thrust, she seemed more interested in making the tea than enjoying the arse fuck I was giving her but I sped up a little just so I could get finished and enjoy a nice brew, I can’t believe I was thinking about tea while vigorously pumping away at her…
I wanted to get my deposit safely lodged as the idea of a nice cuppa afterwards was so tempting and as luck would have it the craziness of the whole situation brought me to the edge and it only needed a slight push to tip me and I was depositing her Christmas bonus deep into her unregulated meter..

I pulled back from her letting her dignity fall back into place and she carried on making the tea like nothing had ever happened and it took me a couple of minutes to regain my sanity, I had to sit down as it was all too much.. I blame myself of course because I should’ve picked up on it on the phone call but it was short and she sounded sweet and as she turned around and saw me sitting there displaying my all she just put the tray on the table and gave me another of her confusion looks..
I carried the tray into the lounge and thought it best that I get myself dressed and get the hell out of dodge, I knew that this old lady was not going to pay or discuss any future working opportunities and I didn’t mind taking one for the team, she did give one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had so it wasn’t a wasted morning..