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From: Jeremy Prichard <jeremyp1972@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Granny's Poop Chute {J Prichard} (MF anal mature)
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Date: Mon, 31 May 2004 04:10:02 -0400
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Intro: This is my second post to ASSM.  I am usually fixated with other
perversions, but this story came to me as an idea when I misheard someone
say something and it sounded like "Granny's poop chute" my mind wandered,
and I came up with this idea.  It's pure fiction.  Any comments are
appreciated at jeremyp1972@yahoo.com 

Granny's Poop Chute
by Jeremy Prichard

A while ago, a friend of mine had to go on a business trip and asked if I
would stand in for him with regards to his mother whom he still lived with.
To be specific, he wanted to give her my phone number and tell her to call
me in the event of an emergency.  I agreed to do it, since he was a good
friend, and plus, I figured that the old lady would probably not call me. I
was wrong in that regard, as the first evening of Bill's absence, his mom
called me to say that she had heard a noise outside her window.  I drove
over there, which luckily was not far, and knocked on the door.  When Ms.
Margaret opened the door, she was a short woman, probably in her late 50's.
Her breasts although large, had sagged quite noticeable, and she had an
ample paunch.  She was wearing a dressing gown, socks, and slippers, and
had a fearful look on her face.

   "You must be Bill's mother.  I'm Eric." I held out my hand.

   "Hi." She took my hand briefly, "I heard the noise around that side" she
said as she gestured to the side of the small house.  I walked around,
poked in the bushes but saw nothing that would indicate a prowler.  I
returned to the front of the house where she was waiting.

   "Nothing there, ma'am." I reported, "probably a cat or something."

   "Ok.  Sorry to bother you Eric, it's just with Bill gone, I get
nervous."

   "Not a problem," I said as I turned to leave, "have a nice evening."

   I didn't hear from her for another two days.  On the third evening, she
called to complain that she was stuck and needed my help.  She said that
she was in the bathroom and I was to come through the back door which
should be open.  What had I gotten myself into?  I didn't really feel like
finding out how she was stuck, but I had agreed to help Bill out, and I
drove over there.  The back door was not locked, and I went into the house.
From the bathroom, I heard Margaret call out,

   "Eric, is that you?"

   "Yes, ma'am" I said as I made my way to the bathroom, "are you alright
in there?"

   "It's my hip, it's giving me trouble.  I can't get out of the tub."
Taking a deep breath I opened the door to see the woman sitting in the tub
with bath bubbles.  She had her arm covering her breasts, and I could tell
that she was somewhat embarrassed.

   "What would you like me to do?" I said

   "Uhm, just give me a hand, would you?" She raised her free hand toward
me.  I went over to the tub and took her hand.  She put her other hand on
the side of the tub to push herself up, revealing her sagging but large
breasts.  The nipples hung down and were dark in color.  I pulled her up
slowly and she managed to clamber out of the tub with a pained expression
on her face.

   "Uh, I am feeling faint now," she said distantly, "I didn't take my
pill" she put her hand to her brow.  I had never seen an older woman naked
before, and for some reason, I felt a stirring in my groin.  Below her
large gut, her pussy was large and had a covering of graying hair.  I tried
to think of the appropriate action to take when someone was fainting.

   "Why don't you lie down for a minute," I said, guiding her out of the
bathroom, "where is your bedroom?"

   "Over...  there.." she said pointing down the hall with a weak hand.  I
guided her slowly to her bedroom.  Her face was pallid.  When we neared her
bed, she stumbled and fell forward onto her bed.  Her legs were hanging
over the edge, and she ended up in a kneeling position with her head and
upper body face down on the bed.  For the first time I saw her ass, still
sudsy from the bubble bath.  She had clearly fainted, and after I made sure
she was breathing ok, I returned my gaze to her ass.  I came closer and
looked at her crack.  I could see her dark bunghole.  I couldn't resist
touching, and parted her cheeks for a closer look.  There it was, her brown
starfish.  My cock had grown rigid, and was straining against my pants. 
Quickly I unbuckled and unzipped my pants and pulled them down, freeing my
member.  Looking around the room, I saw a bottle of hand lotion, and
smeared some on my cock.  Then turning back to Margaret's inert form, I
guided my penis between her ass cheeks.  The hand cream allowed it to slide
between the cheeks with no resistance.  I felt her anus with the tip of my
penis.  Slowly I exerted pressure, and felt myself entering her poop chute.
Old as she was, this woman's asshole was tight and the sensation was
amazing.  Since she was out cold, her sphincter muscle was pretty relaxed,
and I was able to slide in and out without difficulty.  After a few
strokes, I heard her moaning groggily.  Shit!  She was coming around.  I
sped up my motions.

   "Mmmm, what are you doing?" she said groggily.

   "I'm just taking your temperature, ma'am, just relax" Another two
thrusts, and I felt my seed welling up in my shaft.  With a grunt I
ejaculated my load into her rectum.  I slid my softening member out, and
pulled my pants up.

   "Now where did you say your medication is, I will get it for you."

   "It's in the kitchen on the counter," she said as she sat up to a
kneeling position, "what were you doing to me?" she felt her ass, "my
behind is all slippery."

   "I was taking your temperature.  You felt hot, and I wanted to make sure
you didn't have a fever." She had a pained expression on her face.

   "What was my temperature?" she asked.

   "Oh, it was normal.  Nothing to worry about." I went in the kitchen and
found her pills, and a glass of water, and returned to the room.  She had
managed to put on her bathrobe.  I gave her the pills.

   "Thank you Eric, I am sorry to have been such a burden for you." she
said as she shook a pill into her hand.

   "Not a problem, ma'am, I am here to help." I handed her the water, and
turned to leave, "Just call me if you need anything else." 

Copyright (c) 2004 Jeremy Prichard (jeremyp1972@yahoo.com)


	
		
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