The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest
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She was surprised when Gene offered to drive her home. Not that he offered. He barked that he was taking her home so everyone bugger off. Phyllis rolled her eyes at the boy (always a boy, no matter the decade) and let him chauffer her, and then invited him in for tea. She expected him to say no, but he surprised her with a shrug.
He leaned back on the couch and she tried not to look at him that way because she was an old grandmother now, not one to be eying the young men anymore. Not that Gene was quite so young these days, but he was always a handsome bloke. She mentioned that she was officially in mourning, just to say something bitter, and Gene took some kind of hint out of that she did not intend and wrapped his arm around her awkwardly, saying something silly about ‘he lived a good life.’ She argued with that, because George was a drunk and a gambler, and Gene cussed her for being a heartless old bitch. She slapped him. He held his face in surprise, looking like a nineteen year old rookie again, and she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek in apology, like she did with her own kids. Gene shifted at the last moment and they were kissing.
Gene kept kissing and no one had kissed her like that in well over a decade. He tasted like a man was supposed to taste, cigarettes and liquor and salt and she wondered how he really tasted, down there. That thought alone sent her pushing into his arms and he was not arguing which just kept the momentum going. She felt up his back and down his backside as he pushed her onto the sofa, crawling on top of her, and she squeezed his arse which did something. He gasped and broke the kiss to start licking her ear and his hips rolled against her. She moved her hands to the front and undid his belt and then his trousers as he moved his kisses down her neck. She pulled out his cock and he was a two-hander, standing at full attention, demanding attention. She shoved him in the chest to push him back and he broke off, surprised at pretty much everything. She told him that boys don’t know shit about fucking and he was a prime example of manly ignorance, because any damn virgin knew you would never get a good angle at it on a cushy sofa like hers. She kicked the coffee table back, shoving the magazines off it, and sat down, pulling up her skirt and taking off her panties. Gene was leaning back again, this time stroking himself, his long, heavy fingers running lightly up and down his shaft, his eyes glazing in arousal as he watched her panties drop from her hand. She impatiently motioned for him to get on his knees and he did - such a good boy - and she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in.
She groaned as he entered her and he shuddered, cussing about hot pussy and smart old birds and she slapped him. This was unexpected by them both but as his cheek went red from the hit he went wide eyed and shoved into her, crying out. They stopped, and he looked at her and she slapped him again and he went off like a crazed animal rutting in heat. She held on to his shoulders as he fucked her off the table and onto the floor. He propped himself up on one elbow and dived his free hand down to her pussy and ran his fingers over her nub and that, with his mighty pounding, was enough and she came cursing. His hips snapped hard and he closed his eyes as he cried out, saying her name, and that was enough to get her to come again.
They fell apart gasping in shock and pleasure, and just stayed on the floor as they smoked. She crawled up, sore in ways she forgot she could be sore in, and Gene patted her on the back. She frowned at him and he stepped backwards into the overturned coffee table. After a moment, he asked her if she might need a ride back from the funeral tomorrow, because he could stop by the cemetery after lunch and pick her up. She smiled and told him he was a good boy, and yes, she really could use the ride.
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Kids these days.
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She pulled out his cock and he was a two-hander
So that's the secret of his legendary prowess as a lover! I would never have guessed...
Great stuff. Thank you.
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