Andy was pretty miserable, his wife had passed away six months previous and since then his life had really been on hold. However in the past week, with the encouragement of others, he had sought to get his life back on track and part of that he knew had to be to get some pussy. He and his wife had been great together sexually and had kept each other totally fulfilled, never going more than a few days without sex. Now with the thought of her being gone slowly fading, Andy found himself indulging in some of their fantasises, albeit alone. This had led just a few days earlier to an attempt to pick up a woman in a bar, which had failed miserably. His chat up technique died 25 years ago and he had felt a fool, as she laughed ad his feeble attempt to impress her. Then again this evening Andy had been in another bar drinking alone when he caught the eye of a woman. She had smiled and after a bit more eye contact he had plucked up the courage to go and speak with her. She was 10 years younger than him at 35, but seemed interested as they chatted. The evening seemed to be going really well and Andy tried to just be relaxed and himself in the hope she might agree to go back to his place. However when he suggested they leave and get a taxi back to his home, she refused, telling him that she was glad of the company but she didn’t want to sleep with anyone. Now he sat at home alone, it was gone midnight and he cradled a glass of single malt whiskey and wondered if this was now his lot in life, loneliness and frustration. Andy finally went upstairs to bed and went to pull close the curtains in his bedroom. As he did so he noticed that Mrs Green, diagonally across the road was doing exactly the same thing, only she was obviously having problems. She stood in her window with the light on in the room, tugging away at a curtain. Andy could see that she was just wearing a nightdress and he felt a slight stirring in his groin. Mrs Green finally won her battle, but just before the curtain fully closed, she caught sight of him looking across at her and she raised her hand in a friendly wave. Andy undressed and got into bed and couldn’t get Mrs Green out of his head. He had known her ever since he and his wife had moved into the road, that was 12 years earlier. He and his wife had never been really friendly with her, although he had picked her up a couple of times from the bus stop at the bottom of the road and run her into town. He remembered that about 5 or 6 years ago, her family had put up some bunting and banners outside her house to celebrate her 70th birthday, making her in her mid 70,s now. “I wonder if women that age still think about sex?” he said to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to picture Mrs Green naked. He reached for his swollen cock and gently massaged himself thinking about this old lady doing it for him. Not that he really believed there was any chance of that happening. However he had a nice session and after about 10 minutes was filling some tissue full of spunk and shouting her name, “Ah yeah Mrs Green, take that you bitch, let me fill your pussy.” After work the next day, Andy decided to stay home rather than try his luck in town again. He flicked on his computer and was soon trawling through a few porn sites looking for some older ladies. Some of the women he found must have been in their 80’s or even older, but he eventually settled on a set of photos of a woman named Beatrice. She was quite chubby, like Mrs Green with ample breasts and permed grey hair. She looked to be about Mrs Green’s age and the set of photos went from her dressed in a white bra with matching panties through to totally naked sitting on a chair with her legs apart. Andy stared at her glistening pussy and imagined kneeling in front of this old lady and licking her cunt. He released his aching cock from his boxer shorts and let his imagination run wild with the pictures in front of him, substituting Beatrice for Mrs Green. It didn’t take him long to ejaculate, but even afterwards, he still could feel this insatiable lust inside him. It was then that he decided that he would try and build up a more friendly relationship with Mrs Green and see how that developed. She’d never had a husband all the time Andy had known her, so maybe she was as frustrated as he was, if women in their mid 70’s got frustrated sexually that was. It took 2 more weekends before Andy got his first opportunity to really chat with Mrs Green. A couple of times after a masturbation session he had decided to just go and knock on her door, but couldn’t think of a plausible excuse. Then on the previous Saturday he had hoped he might see her leave the house to go to town or the local shops, so he could try and just bump into her, but she hadn’t. However today as he sat in his lounge staring across the road, he saw her walk up her front path and on towards the bus stop. He snatched up his car keys and ran out of the house. She had just reached the bus stop when he pulled round the corner. He acted casual as his car drove along the road and then pretended like he had just noticed her and stopped suddenly opposite the bus stop. He dropped the passenger side window and leaned across the seat, “Hello Mrs Green, can I give you a lift anywhere?” She looked across at him as if she hadn’t recognised him, squinting to try and focus, “Oh hello, no, no thank you dear, I’m just popping down to Tesco’s to get a bit of shopping in.” “That’s where I’m going to, look jump in, you could be waiting ages for a bus.” Mrs Green stepped towards the car and Andy leaned across and opened the passenger door. She plonked herself down in the seat and wriggled herself to a comfortable position. “Well if it is not going out of your way, that will be great,” she said. “No all, don’t forget your seat belt,” he said. Mrs Green pulled the belt across herself and Andy made sure she was buckled in. They chatted briefly, mainly about the weather and the traffic and then just as they reached the supermarket, Mrs Green said how sorry she was when she heard about his wife. Andy smiled and thanked her as he pulled into a parking space. “Look,” he said, “Why don’t I hang around after I’ve got my few bits and give you a lift back with your shopping.” Mrs Green smiled, “Well I wouldn’t want to put you out dear.” “No its fine, you get what you want and I’ll help you get it in.” “Well I suppose it’ll give me an opportunity to get a few more things, thank you,” she said. An hour later Andy was carrying carrier bags into Mrs Green’s kitchen. He helped her unpack them and she then insisted that he stayed for a cup of tea. Andy sat in Mrs Green’s lounge and she came in with a tray which had 2 mugs of steaming coffee and a plate of biscuits on it. She placed them on the coffee table and sat down herself in an upright armchair. Andy ran his eyes over her now that she had taken her hat and coat off. She was a round lady, short, about 5 foot with shoulder length curly grey hair. She was wearing a grey skirt which came about 6 inches below her knee with flesh coloured tights on underneath. She was also wearing a white blouse with a red cardigan on over the top. There was nothing sexy about the vision in front of him at all, but Andy was trying his best to conceal a raging hard on. Over their coffee and biscuits they just chatted and he found out that her name was Jean and that she had lived in that house for 22 years, 15 as a widow, as her husband had died from a heart attack in 1995. She asked him questions about his wife and his family and they seemed to get along very well. However after half an hour and now cradling a cold cup, Andy knew he couldn’t stay much longer, it would seem a bit too strange, especially as he had 2 carrier bags of shopping still sitting in the boot of his car. So he started shifting in his seat and said “Well I suppose I’d better get off home and unpack my own shopping.” She gave him a thin smile and said “Well I’ve really enjoyed our chat, I’d like it if you came round another time for coffee, I don’t get to see many people and if you have time perhaps we can keep each other company.” Andy gave Jean a big smile back and agreed that he would come over again. He was just on his way out of the door, when she grabbed his arm. “Silly me,” she said, “Here I have a big strong man in the house and I nearly let him go.” Andy held back and looked at her quizzically. “My bedroom curtain, remember you saw me a while back, only it has come away from the wall slightly and needs screwing back in place as it isn’t straight now, you couldn’t fix it for me, I’d be very grateful.” “Sure no problem, let me pop home unpack that shopping and fetch a screwdriver.” Andy was elated and feeling extra horny by the time he knocked on Jean’s door again just 5 minutes later. Jean led him to the bedroom and pointed out the curtain track. He could see that one screw had come lose and so the curtains were not sliding properly. “I’ll have that done in a moment,” he said. “Wonderful,” she said, “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” There was a chair in the corner of the room and Andy placed that under the curtain track, stood on it and screwed the curtain track back to the wall. He put the chair back and listened quietly to any sounds from downstairs. All he could hear now was the sound of the TV, so he moved quickly opening a couple of drawers until he found what he was looking for. Andy had always had a panty fetish, one that his wife had happily indulged in, going as far as borrowing other women’s knickers for Andy to jerk off in. Andy rummaged through Jean’s knickers, he was quite surprised, they weren’t all as dull and boring as he thought they would be. She had her fair share of plain white cotton knickers, but then again didn’t every woman, but he also found some lacy black panties, not at the bottom of the pile either plus a few more of different colours and differing sizes. The plain white ones, were what most people might term “Granny pants” but the black ones were more bikini style and she also had a couple of hi-leg ones. He finally selected a dark green pair that were at the bottom of her drawer. They were cotton too but would suit his need. Andy also had a quick rummage through Jean’s bra drawer too just to check her size really, 38D before he made his way downstairs, the panties safely in his pocket. He walked into Jean’s lounge, “All done,” he said. She got up from her chair “Oh that’s lovely, I’ll have to find some way of thanking you.” Andy could think of a way but he wasn’t sure that Jean would be happy to hear it just yet. He was about to leave again when she asked for his telephone number, just in case any other jobs came up that needed a man. “Perhaps I’ll pop back for coffee tomorrow afternoon,” he said to her. Jean beamed, “That will be fine, let’s say 3.00pm, I’ll have the kettle on.” As soon as Andy got home, he went to his bedroom, Jean’s scent was still in his nostrils as he stripped off and slipped her panties on. Sitting at his computer he got the pictures of Beatrice back up and slowly stroked his cock through Jean’s knickers. He imagined Jean watching him wank in her knickers and with the picture of her smiling face on his mind, he filled her panties with his warm spunk. At 3.00 o’clock the following afternoon, Andy knocked on Jean’s door and she let him in. She was obviously delighted that he had made a return visit and once again they just chatted and drank coffee. He learnt about her daughter and two grand-daughters and she showed him some photos of them. Andy realised that he had obviously seen them from time to time, in fact the two grand-daughter’s were quite stunning and he remembered staring at them from his lounge just a few weeks previous. Jean flicked through a photo album and stopped at a photo of her daughter Helen, who was a bit older than him he guessed standing alongside her two daughter’s Sharon & Sally. The photo had been taken a couple of year’s back when they were on holiday in Italy and so all three women were wearing bikini’s and Andy felt his cock twitch as he could easily make out Helen’s nipples through her bikini top and also the youngest daughter Sally, who had large tits, was wearing a white bikini which hid very little. “There are all very pretty,” Jean said, “I am very proud of them.” “Yes they all look nice Jean.” “Of course poor Helen’s husband walked out when the girls were small and she hasn’t had a boyfriend since.” Andy just said “Sad.” “Maybe I should get you two together, two lonely people looking for love.” She beamed at him again. Andy just smiled back, he wanted Helen’s mother and was still trying to work out how to do that. “Do you mind if I use your toilet, Jean?” he asked “No of course not, same place as yours I expect.” Andy went upstairs and into the bathroom, but then he quickly darted out and tip-toed into Jean’s bedroom. He went straight to the chest of drawers he had opened just yesterday. He pulled out the damp green panties from his pocket and lifted up the bundle in the drawer to put them back where they belonged, he then selected a pale pink pair and put them in his pocket. He quickly went back to the bathroom, flushed the toilet and went back downstairs. Before he left he made arrangements to go back the following Wednesday afternoon, as he only worked half day then and she was delighted. Over the next few weeks, Andy was visiting Jean at least 3 times a week. He helped her get her shopping in, did a few odd jobs for her and was building a firm relationship with her. Over that time he had taken 5 pairs of panties and managed to replace them without Jean knowing. All the time he was there he tried to think of ways of bringing up the subject of sex, but just didn’t have the courage in the end. It was four weeks after that first visit to Tesco that things did happen though. Andy had excused himself, as usual, ran up the stairs into the bathroom, out again and into Jean’s room. He pulled a cum stained white pair of cotton panties from his pocket and placed them at the bottom of the pile, he was just selecting another white pair when a little voice said, “What are you doing dear?” Andy turned to see Jean standing in the open doorway. He felt his face flush crimson and his heart sink. He had no excuse, he had been caught red-handed rummaging through the knicker drawer of a 76 year old woman. He couldn’t speak and just stood frozen to the spot. “I do wear those dear,” she said, “So eventually I was always going to pull out a pair which you had used. On Thursday after your visit, I felt really sexy for a change. You have been so attentive and so nice I have started to feel like a woman again, so I decided to put on my dark blue knickers with the hi-leg. Of course you know what I found, the front of them was very crusty. I knew exactly what it was, but I had a sniff to make sure. I maybe 76 dear, but I haven’t forgot what a semen stain looks like and smells like. I knew it could only be you and realised why you seem to like using my loo so much. So I guess that each time you come round, you take my undies back home with you, pleasure yourself and then return them. When I looked through I found a number of others with the same stains.” Andy gulped “Look Jean I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry, it has just been a long time and you are the only real female company I have and well one thing led to another and…….. well you know now.” “Well I’m very flattered dear, I’m still a woman, the clock might be ticking, but it hasn’t stopped yet. So tell me, what you do with my undies.” “Well I use them, as you said to….. ah mmm, pleasure myself.” “So you actually put them on?” “Yes I wear them and then do it.” “That is very naughty, but sounds totally delectable. As I know now, how about you stop the sneaking around and show me.” “Show you?” Andy gasped. “Yes young man, as I said I’m not completely past it yet, women my age still have to pleasure themselves sometimes dear and I admit to doing that after your visits in the last couple of weeks, so how about we both stop messing about and help each other.” Andy smiled broadly, “I’d love to help you out Mrs Green.” Jean stepped into the bedroom and walked to the bed and sat down on it, Andy went to approach her. She lifted up her hand, “No dear first I want you to show me exactly what you do with my knickers, pull a pair out and go and put them on in the bathroom and then come back here and do it.” She had raised her voice a bit and it turned Andy on even more, like he was being ordered to masturbate in front of her. He quickly pulled out the other hi-leg panties and took them to the bathroom. He returned moments later wearing nothing but the light blue panties, his cock straining against the material. Jean gasped and licked her lips. “Now you filthy sod, rub yourself,” she said, her voice was husky but firm. Andy stroked his throbbing cock through the polyester material with one hand and cupped his balls with the other gently squeezing. Jean watched him intently, her breath coming in short gasps. “Turn round and show me your butt,” she said. Andy did as he was told. “Stroke it,” she murmured. He fondled his arse cheeks for her. “Lovely, now turn back and make yourself cum,” she said. Andy did as he was told, watching her eyes as his hand moved. Then it happened, starting deep within him and rising up through his testicles and out of the end of his cock, he filled Jean’s panties with his sticky spunk. “That’s better,” she said, “Keep rubbing it, don’t stop.” He continued to rub the front of her knickers, spreading his cum across the front of the blue panties. “Lick your fingers,” she said. Andy obediently lifted his hand to his face and licked his own cum off his fingers. This wasn’t new, his wife had often made him lick her pussy and arse clean after he had filled her. Jean stood up and stepped towards him. She reached down and ran her hand along the front of the panties he was wearing and then she smeared it across his face. He willingly kissed her fingers as she did and she forced them into his mouth. “You are a pervert,” she said, “My Jack used to buy a lot of porn in the 80’s and 90’s, so I know what perverts like you like.” “I like everything,” Andy gasped. “You certainly like old ladies and this old lady is going to teach you how to make her happy.” In the space of half an hour this demure 76 year old lady had become a cougar and Andy’s semi erect cock twitched some more as she stood on tip toe and started to kiss him. “You taste good,” she said. Andy grabbed her and pulled her hard towards him, his hands feeling for her. She wriggled free and pushed him in the chest, “I’m in charge here young man, you’ll do what I say okay?” Andy couldn’t believe how things were panning out. His wife had loved to dominate him at times and now he had found another woman, 30 years his senior who wanted to do the same. “Yes Jean, I’ll do what you say.” “Right I want you to undress me slowly, take your time and I want you to spend time over area of my body. I want you to touch me and caress me and kiss me everywhere, feet, legs, back, front, everywhere, okay?” “Yes.” “Start with my tights.” Andy reached under Jean’s dress and pulled at her tights. He eased them down away from her plump thighs, past her knees and down to her feet. She stepped out of them. “Kiss them, lick them,” she said, “Rub them against your willy.” He could smell her sex as he placed her flesh coloured tights against his face. He licked them obediently and dropped the front of the wet panties he was still wearing and stretched the material against his cock. “Now kiss my feet, suck each toe, you dirty man.” Jean sat down on the edge of the bed and Andy knelt before her taking her left foot in his hands. He covered the top of it with kisses and then licked her toes. Jean groaned in ecstasy as his tongue worked itself over her big toe. “I have very sensitive feet,” she said in between moans, “Jack used to make me orgasm by just playing with my feet.” Andy kissed and sucked each toe, then worked his way up her flabby ankles and onto her veiny legs. “That’s good,” she gasped as he licked her behind her knee-cap. “Now let’s get this dress off,” she told him. Andy unbuttoned her dress slowly as she demanded, until he could easily take it off. She now stood there wearing a black bra and those black lacy panties. Her nipples were standing out proud against the full cup of the bra and the black panties failed to completely cover a mat of dark pubic hair. “Kiss me through my undies, darling, nibble my titties, kiss my twat.” Andy did as Jean demanded, slowly kissing each breast all over and then down over the rolls of fat on her stomach to her panties. He kissed her groin, moving from the expanse of hair down to the tip of her labia that he could make out easily through the knickers. “My butt too.” He turned her round and kissed her fat arse through the panties and then the flesh that hung outside the knickers he licked. Jean was gasping wildly as he did this and then she told him to pull them down and suck her fanny. Andy pulled down Jean’s knickers and looked at her glistening cunt. Her lips were parted and hanging down and he could see the soft wet pink flesh inside her. He went down on her and she held his head with her hands as his tongue probed her. He found her swollen clit and flicked it with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was shaking uncontrollably as tongue delved deeper inside her. After about a minute, she let out an almighty groan and a loud “Yes.” Her love juice squirted into his mouth as Mrs Green continued to shake her way through the first orgasm she’d had with a man for 15 years. “Now, now,” she said. He knew what she wanted. Andy climbed on top of Jean and his erect cock easily slipped into her eager pussy. He fucked her hard and fast as she panted underneath him until eventually he shot his load inside her wet cunt. Exhausted he slipped from her body onto the bed. She pulled him close, “Not bad for an old gal, hey?” she said. “Amazing,” Andy replied. “Bet you didn’t think that was going to happen this afternoon.” “I didn’t think it was ever going to happen, you are one sexy old lady.” Jean got up from the bed and went across to the wardrobe. She moved some boxes and came back with a small shoe box. “Have a look in there,” she said. Andy sat up and opened the box intrigued. It was full of old Polaroid pictures of Jean no doubt when she was in her 40’s and 50’s. “Jack took those, he loved to take dirty pictures of me. He said that he used to show them to his mates at the factory, but I’m not sure he did really, but it turned me on thinking about other men looking at me.” Andy flicked through the loose photos. Jean was slightly slimmer then, and her hair was much darker, the same colour her pubes still were. The photos showed her in various states of undress, some with very sexy lingerie on, some of her in the bath, even a couple taken outside. There were numerous ones of her masturbating using her fingers and a large black dildo, others of her reading a porn mag and obviously masturbating over the photos inside that. “Sadly a few years after Jack died I got rid of a lot of my stuff, he had bought bits and pieces for me over the years, most of it from seedy sex shops, but the dildo I got myself from an Anne Summers party I went to once. He loved that, we used to call it Mike, because that was the only black guy Jack knew. I regretted dumping it all after a while and didn’t have the courage to go and buy new things, but God gave me two hands so they have kept me happy up to now.” Andy held up a photo of Jean squatting on a bathroom floor. She was obviously relieving herself and Jack was taking a photo of it. She giggled as she took it from him, “Oh there is a whole series of those, Alicante 1991, Jack had read some stories about women peeing and it turned him on he said, so he got me to do it in front of him. I loved it, it was so sexy, but it actually turned him off. I was so disappointed when his cock literally shrunk in front of me. So that was the one and only time. He had said that he wanted us to piss over each other, but that is as far as it got. I even asked him about it later, but it was a no go.” Andy found 4 other photos all of Jean in the same position and the pool on the floor beneath her getting ever larger in each subsequent photo. “My wife used to pee on me regularly,” Andy said. Jean beamed, “Did you like it?” “Loved it, I actually had an occasion when her and another woman did it together all over me.” Jean was shaking again, “Was your wife a lesbian too?” “Well she liked women and men, bi-sexual she said.” “So tell me what she did?” “She used to make me lie on the floor usually and then she would squat or stand and piss over me, mainly over my cock or in my mouth.” Jean squealed, “Did you drink it?” “Mmmmm all the time, I’d like to drink from your pussy too Jean.” “You really are a filthy sod, go make me a cup of tea, a big cup and we’ll see what we can do.” After a drink and another long cuddle, Jean was ready. She placed a couple of big thick towels on her bathroom floor and Andy lay down. “Feet,” she said steeping over him. Andy started to kiss Jeans feet again, running his tongue along her toes. “You are a filthy young man and now you are going to get what you deserve,” she moaned. Jean’s piss started as a dribble, splashing down on his face and then as she relaxed a bit, she let out a little gush. The warm thick pee landed on Andy’s nose and lips and he lapped it up. As Jean looked down and saw what he was doing, she started to writhe in excitement. Her hands reached down for her pussy and she pulled her lips apart. Andy waited in anticipation for the next lot. “Let me have it your horny old tart,” he said. “Oh yes baby, you can have it.” She was rubbing herself now and another gush of fluid splashed down onto him. Andy licked his lips, “More bitch, more.” Jean bent her legs slightly and groaned loudly and there was a swishing noise as a long stream of piss passed through her urethra. Andy gulped it down hungrily. The pee tailed off to just a few drips and Andy whose hair was soaking wet jumped up to lick Jean clean. He pressed his tongue against her closing pee hole to get the last few dregs and then he completely surprised her by going straight to her mouth. He forced his mouth against hers, pushing his tongue into her open mouth, so she could taste her own pee. She kissed him back hungrily and then started to lick around his mouth and his chin. Her breathing was very fast now and the lust in her eyes was electric. He kissed her some more and then stood above her. “Your turn bitch.” He grabbed his semi-erect cock and pointed it at her. He forced his own pee out and Jean opened her mouth wide. She reached for his cock and guided his stream into her mouth and across her face and down onto her big tits. As the last few dregs seeped out, she took his cock into her mouth and gulped the last few drops down. When he had finished, they kissed and licked each other’s face for a while before she pulled him on top of her again and they had their second fuck of the afternoon. By the time they had finished they were both very wet and both exhausted. Jean cuddled into him, “It’s Sunday tomorrow do you fancy another coffee?”