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Subject: {ASSM} The Granny Fucking Lawnboy (mF, reluct, oral, rape, anal)
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The Granny Fucking Lawnboy (mF, reluct, oral, rape, anal)

by Prometheus

(C)2008

Gladys Trigg sat on the porch fanning herself on a stifling summer day. A 
cool glass of iced tea sat nearby perspiring. It was on days like this she 
wished her sister had let her buy an air conditioner. "You'll run that thing 
all day and we won't be able to pay the electric bill," her older sister 
Thelma had insisted. As usual, Thelma had her way. Only today, Thelma had 
driven to the grocery store, where she'd spend a few hours in relative 
comfort. Gladys had stayed home to watch the lawn boy.

Thelma and Gladys lived in a Victorian farm house their grandfather, August 
Trigg, had built in the 19th Century. It once sat in the middle of 100 acres 
of fertile soil that had grown cotton, sorghum, and corn for several 
generations. Their father Raymond, a stern and humorless man, had raised his 
daughters on hard work and the Bible, leaving them the farm when the died in 
the 1950's. Little by little, the sisters had sold off the land to support 
themselves, and the town and new developments encroached on the little house 
and barn. All that was left was a final two acres, and the Trigg sisters, 
relics of a long gone age.

Gladys wore her usual outfit, a lace trimmed cotton gingham dress that 
descended to her ankles, ankle boots, a bonnet, and her reading glasses. She 
spent her days reading or playing gin with her sister. The Trigg sisters had 
never married. There'd been that boy Danny Northlund after the war, but her 
jealous sister had driven him off. Eventually Gladys gave up hoping for a 
man. Thelma took good care of her. The sisters shopped on Saturdays and 
walked into town to the Methodist church on Sunday. She'd had a good life, 
but still she was troubled by evil thoughts and desires. Desires involving 
the lawn boy, for starters..

Gladys peeked over her reading glasses again at Jack Rutledge. The handsome 
teen lived two blocks over, about the same place her father's corral had 
once stood. There he was, sweating, pushing the Trigg's ancient reel mower 
back and forth on the lawn, making the perfect checkerboard pattern that 
Thelma insisted upon. Young Jack had offered to bring his gas mower over to 
do the job, but Thelma would have none of it. "That's a waste of gasoline, 
and a lot of noise!" she snapped. "My father mowed our lawn all his life 
with that reel mower. If it was good enough for him, it's certainly good 
enough for you." Jack secretly thought the old ladies were crazy, but even 
though Thelma complained, they always paid him $20 to mow the lawn. At least 
he got a good workout in the process.

Jack suspected Gladys had the hots for him. Every Saturday he would come to 
mow, and in a matter of minutes, Gladys would take up her spot on the porch, 
fanning herself. As Jack began to sweat, he'd remove his t-shirt, and the 
old bird would stare like a dog at the butcher's window. He couldn't be 
sure, but once he thought he saw her hand between her thighs. "I wonder if 
old Gladys is fingering herself," he chuckled. Jack enjoyed the attention. 
As the summer passed, he switched from jeans, to shorts, then from shorts to 
cycling shorts. The black spandex hugged his ass and cupped his horny, 
drooling, teenaged prick. Once Jack augmented his already ample bulge with a 
rolled up tube sock tucked in his jockstrap. He laughed as Gladys almost 
fell off the porch. "Yeah, the old lady would love a taste of this," he 
thought.

Gladys was beginning to feel very warm, and it wasn't just from the heat. 
Jack's tanned torso was covered in sweat. His muscular arms and torso flexed 
as he mowed another row past the porch. Gladys unconsciously wet her lips as 
she looked at Jack's biceps and lats, and wondered what a virile young man 
like him would feel like. "Oh my, dear Lord, forgive me," she thought. "If 
Thelma was home, I wouldn't dare have these thoughts."

Jack looked at the elegant spinster as well. Gladys was slender, with nice 
breasts, as near as he could tell under that tent she called a dress. Her 
gray hair was pulled back in a bun. He'd never seen her wear makeup, but her 
face was pleasant, not too wrinkly, and she had blue eyes and a lovely 
smile. "I bet she was a looker in her day," Jack thought. He wondered why 
she'd never married.

As Jack came back around the house, his teenaged cock had sprung to life, 
filling with blood and becoming stiff. He saw Gladys leaning over and 
realized his cockhead was peeking out of the top of his shorts. "Give her a 
show," Jack thought, smiling as he labored past.

Gladys felt the blood rush to her face and her nipples stiffen. "Oh my, oh 
my." Her heart was racing. She wasn't sure, but she thought Jack's penis was 
poking out of the waistband of his shorts. Gladys had never seen a man's 
naked prick before. Sure, she'd watched horses and cattle breed in her 
father's barn, and the large penis of a stallion or bull had given her lewd 
thoughts for masturbation, but still she wondered. What would it feel like 
to be mounted like that?

"Ms. Trigg? I'm finished."

Gladys jumped suddenly and gasped, her lewd daydreaming interrupted by Jack's 
sudden appearance. The sweaty teen stood in front of her in all his glory. 
His prominent bulge no more than a foot from her face. "I could just reach 
out a touch it from here, if I dared," she thought. She was trembling with 
desire. "Why would Thelma leave me here alone?" Gladys attempted to gain her 
composure, gulping and fanning herself furiously.

"Wait here, my purse is in the house." she said, rising unsteadily. Jack 
offered his hand and pulled her out of her chair where she stood trembling 
before his sweaty, muscular frame.

"Can I come in and get a glass of water?" asked Jack.

Gladys almost passed out. It had been years since anyone other than their 
minister had been in the house. She looked nervously about the street. No 
one was watching.

"Sure follow me."

Jack walked into the dark farmhouse and looked around. The large room 
resembled a museum filled with ancient furniture covered with doilies. 
Kerosene lamps stood on end tables, and the walls were covered in yellowed 
photographs of family members long gone. Jack approached an old photograph 
of a lovely blonde in a one piece swimsuit, standing on a pier. It had to be 
at least fifty years old, but there was no denying it was Gladys. He looked 
at the photograph with lust, noting her ample breasts and slender hips. She 
almost had a camel toe, he thought to himself.

"Here's your water," now it was Jack's turn to jump.

"Is that you?" he asked, "You're beautiful."

Gladys blushed again. This boy was making her crotch damp. She decided then 
she'd masturbate before Thelma got home, if there was still time.

Jack sat at the table and sipped his water. "Here's your money," Gladys 
said, holding a twenty out with trembling fingers.

"Is there anything else I can do for you today?" Jack asked, leaning 
forward.

"What else could you do?"

"This," replied Jack, standing and pulling his shorts down. His horny young 
cock sprang out in plain view, bouncing with a long drool of pre-cum hanging 
from the swollen tip.

"Oh my! Oh, young man! Pull your pants up!" Gladys felt weak and wanted to 
run.

"Go ahead Gladys, rub my big prick. I've seen you staring at it. I know you 
want to touch, and you know you want to touch it too." Jack removed her 
reading glasses, folded them, and placed them on the table. He untied the 
spinster's bonnet and removed it as well.

Gladys starred at the engorged male organ before her, entranced. She looked 
at every vein, the thick foreskin, the little curly brown pubes, and the fat 
heavy balls. Jack took her trembling hand and wrapped them around his shaft.

"Go ahead, pump my cock. It won't bite." Moaning, Gladys began to work her 
hands up and down the turgid penis which twitched and jerked in response. 
Jack let out a little moan. "Feel's good, doesn't it? How long has it been 
since you've had some meat like this?"

"Never," gasped Gladys, "never."

Laughing Jack picked her slender body up and laid her on the table. He 
pushed her gingham dress around her waist and pulled her granny panties from 
her body.

"Look at that pussy you have Gladys! Ever wonder what it is for?" Jack 
pulled the old woman to the edge of the table and sat in a chair nude before 
eating and licking her wet and gaping cunt. Gladys began to moan and thrash 
her head in response. A candle had never felt like this. The eager teen slid 
one, then another finger into her tight hole, as he hungrily chewed and 
sucked her stiff clitoris. The nude teen's prick stood at rapt attention, 
jerking and drooling in anticipation of what was to come.

Glady's mind was reeling. The forceful teen was pulling her labia apart, 
putting his fingers inside her, and stimulating her aching clitoris in ways 
she had never experienced. She felt her nipples tense and burn inside her 
bra, and she threw her legs open lewdly to the presumptuous teen. "If I die 
tomorrow, I can die happy," she thought, her orgasm approaching. "Oh my, oh 
my, umph! Oh! Oh! Oooooohhhhh!" Gladys groaned with exquisite pleasure that 
began in her toes, passed through her vagina, and burned her breasts. Jack 
slowed his assault, tenderly licking her swollen labia that twitched in 
response.

Wordlessly, the muscular teen picked her up again, and carried her down the 
hall. Gladys kissed the young boy's face, relishing the taste of her own 
vagina on his lips.

"Which one is yours?" Jack asked. Gladys pointed to the bedroom on the 
right. He stood her next to the bed before pulling her farming dress over 
her head. He unsnapped her support bra, and her pendulous tits spilled out, 
begging to be touched.

Jack laid the older woman out and arranged her body, kissing her nipples and 
stroking her slick gray pussy. "Suck my cock Gladys. You know you want to. 
Eat me, quick!"

Gladys groaned and pulled the young teen's foreskin back. She opened her 
mouth and took the first penis she had ever tasted in. Jack grabbed her head 
and removed her barrette, letting her long gray hair fall free. He began to 
eagerly jab the fat shank of his cock deep in Gladys mouth, taunting her. 
"Your just a nasty little cocksucker, aren't you Gladys? Admit it, you love 
sucking my cock!" He pulled his swollen prick out for emphasis.

"Yes." said Gladys.

"Yes what?"

"I love sucking your cock." Jack leaned forward again, holding her ears as 
he began to piston in and out of the older woman's mouth. He looked at her 
sagging tits and gray beaver, knowing she'd let him do anything he desired. 
His cock began to twitch in response, and he felt his orgasm approaching.

"Eat my spunk Gladys! I'm cuming!" Jack groaned as a huge load of cum shot 
out of his steel hard prick and into Glady's open mouth. Gagging, she 
struggled to swallow as more and more ejaculate erupted in her throat. Jack 
pulled his prick from her mouth and replaced it with his tongue. He grabbed 
Gladys' breasts and began to pinch her nipples, causing her to moan.

"Spread your legs Gladys, I'm going to fuck you now."

Gladys laid back on the handmade quilt her own grandmother had made, and 
spread her slender thighs. She looked at the teens enormous swollen cock and 
wondered if he was going to kill her with it. She did not care, she had to 
know.

Jack held the spinster's legs apart roughly and began to press his aching 
prick into her wrinkled gray hole. Glady's gasps and grunts assured him she 
was loving this. He bucked his hips forward as his huge glans popped inside 
her narrow shaft.

"Oh God, oh Jack! Oh my! Be gentle!" she implored.

"I'll be gentle next time, but first I'm gonna stretch this pussy. Feel how 
much cock you've got in your cunt Gladys! Do you like that?" Jack demanded.

"Yes! Yes! I love it! I love your cock in my cunt!"

Jack climbed on the old woman and began to fuck her in earnest. The 
bedsprings squeaked in complaint,.as Jack drove his ass like a jackhammer. 
Gladys could only moan, thrashing her head, as climax after climax swept 
over her body. Jack picked her head up and made her watch his ample cock 
assaulting her geriatric pussy.

"See that big penis in your tiny cunt Gladys? That's what it's for, for my 
big cock, understand?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to stop by here every day after school and you're going to fuck 
me on the way home, understand?

"Yes, yes, I will."

"I've got some friends that might want to fuck you too, so keep your pussy 
clean and ready for me."

Gladys head swam. She felt the eager teenaged cock stretching her pussy and 
bumping her clit. She felt things she'd never felt before. She felt like a 
whore, a tramp. She felt like a sexual being, like a woman.

Jack rolled the spent woman over and opened her ass cheeks with his hands. 
Gladys groaned in embarrassment at having the naughty teen look at her 
backdoor. Jack scooped her cum juice from her pussy and lubricated her shit 
ring. Before Gladys knew what was happening, Jack sank his prick into her 
shitter.

"Oh God! No! Jack, not there! No!" Gladys moaned, feeling the teen's hot 
prick slide deep in her out door.

"Yeah, this ass is mine Gladys" Jack groaned. He slid his hands beneath the 
doyenne, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. The sliver haired 
spinster grunted in time with his assault.

Jack reached up and grabbed a nipple, pinching as well. "This bitch is hot!" 
he thought. "Who would have thought fucking a granny could be so good?"

Gladys felt the muscular teen rearranging her bowels with his enormous 
prick. She felt more alive than she had in years. She didn't care what 
Thelma said, she was going to let this boy fuck her again and again, for as 
long as he was willing.

"Fuck my ass, Jack! Stick your prick in deeper!" Gladys gave up all pretense 
of modesty.

Jack felt his swollen balls begin to empty. "I'm cumming Gladys! Shit! You're 
making me squirt!"

"Do it, now Jack!"

Jack groaned as another huge load of sperm shot from his cock, deep in the 
senior's wrinkly ass. He squirmed uncontrollably for several more minutes, 
before laying down on Glady's soft back and caressing her.

That's when they both heard Thelma's key in the kitchen door...

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