Old handymen have moments Pt 27

Don't know what time it was, still dark outside, she has moved down, it's not a blow job, she just has my cock in her mouth. There's no movement, I'm just in her mouth, the only thing I feel is a small, very slight movement of her lips or tongue or maybe it's her mouth, I can't quite tell. Her breathing is calm and steady, there's no movement from her. Lill's head rests low on the right shoulder side of my stomach, just low enough for my soft shaft to fit comfortably in her mouth, she's more or less in some kind of fetal position, one leg stretched next to mine, the other on top of my thighs. Can't feel much of one arm, the other arm is lying relaxed on me, her hand cradles my balls. No movement, just there, closed my eyes, drifted off again. Don't know why, usually my dick in a warm mouth would have triggered an erection, along with all that entailed.

Somehow her contact was comforting, not arousing, perhaps Lillian's comment concerning her enjoying a man was far more deep seated than I'd ever understand.

Later on daylight was barely breaking, the feel of her changed, awareness came creeping back through that fog of a deep sleep that is disorienting initially. My dreams of my late wife, the warmth of her body, those hidden smells existing only in memory were taken from me, the movements on my dick, a soft, wet hunching against my thigh, finally awake, I realized my eighty-two year old lover was the cause. My deeply asleep mind had filled in the blanks caused by a woman not yet ingrained within its memory.

I couldn't tell if Lill was awake, wanting to fuck or simply her old body reacting to the cock in her mouth. Didn't matter, her mouth, tongue and lips were no longer soft, my cock was filling with blood, growing into her mouth, my hand resting on the back of her head, keeping her stationary. She was never more than a couple of inches from the root, the hair covering my groin just tickling the tip of her nose. I feel my shaft slowly reaching through her mouth, the slight brush of teeth touching the area around my base, six thickening inches reaching, touching the back of her mouth. There is that small gagging motion, a soft 'glurking' sound or movement from her throat.

Lill must be mostly awake, her hand is moving, rolling my balls, fingers searching for my ass, her throat, intently swallowing, fighting her throat's rejection of the foreign object sliding down the tube. My hand pushing her head, the only thought, I want my cock in her gullet.

My balls are burning, drawing up as much as old men's balls do, my cock is flexing in her throat. If I feel that, Lill feels what's close as well, my first blast goes to her stomach, I allow her to pull back, dragging air to her lungs, the rest of my discharge, she collects in her mouth, sucking deep breaths through her nose, her airway no longer blocked by my shaft.

My spasms ease, then stop, her mouth sucking the crown of my cock, Lill pulls away, straddling my hips, her mouth covering my lips, tongue prying my lips open, she shares my discharge. We swapped my cum back and forth, sweeping our tongues, pushing our combined cum and saliva for several moments, swallowing and pushing the mess until there was nothing but tongues and spit left.

My dick was just stiff enough for her to push her cunt on to my bone. She wasn't going up and down, just a rolling of hips, rubbing her large, wet clit along and against my pubic bone. Her breathing was laboring, she was propped on her elbows, her nipples dragging on my chest, pointing, hard, her upper chest, above her breasts turning pink or red, running up her neck. Her pussy, hips grinding against me, a continuous groaning moan leaving her slightly open mouth. Drool running from the corners of her open lips, her orgasm cramps her torso, her back tries to form an arch. The moaning changing to a series of grunts, her cunt is grabbing my cock, twitching, a clear discharge soaking my groin and balls. Her grunt eases, body relaxes, Lill collapses on my chest, breathing slows, she doesn't move, a light sweat dripping from her body. Sleep takes over, her legs spread, my softening shaft barely held within her open sleeve.

Maybe an hour or so later my eyes open, a white haired eighty-two year old woman, no makeup to soften the years, is looking at me. All the normal wrinkles you'd expect, those signs of her age most women soften with makeup are all visible to me. Every bit of her face, framing her still bright blue/green eyes, propped on a pillow no words just looking at me, she flexes her pussy, my limp shaft drops from her body.

Her first words, not good morning or hello, "I need to use your restroom, would you help me?" Later on I was struck by the oddity of two naked lovers, her arm in mine, walking to a restroom not fifteen feet away, assisting her to sit on my toilet seat, watching while she relieved herself, from both ends I might add. I have, in the course of my life, sometimes been asked to do some odd things, so won't go into any detail as to what human waste may or may not smell like. Suffice it to say, Lill wasn't gross, I fully expected her to ask me to clean her, not exactly the request I was given.

It's pretty obvious I also need to pee, as evidenced by my morning wood. So the request and explanation I got from the whiteheaded, octogenarian, sitting on my toilet, was....., well it took me aback for a moment. Don't get me wrong, I've participated in so called 'golden' play before. Judith Fortner enjoyed that on occasion, Lillian's request was a bit different.

Lill looks at me intently, gauging my reaction I suppose, Telling me and asking, "My last husband Harold, asked this of me, I suppose it was one of his homosexual kinks, doesn't matter. What matters is the fact, well, in time, I also began to enjoy the act as well as the feel of it. I will not take offense if you would rather not do this for me, just be honest."

"Harold enjoyed cleaning my privates after any episode, whether urine or defecation, he also wanted to......., I'll cut to the end. I will turn and face the toilet tank, would you be willing to relieve your bladder down the crease of my bottom, wash my bottom with your pee then wipe me dry afterwards?"

I looked at her for a moment, processing this, weird yes, but no more so than a few other things I've done for other women. Just looked at this woman, who, if you hadn't been fucking her for the last couple of days, could pass for a normal sweet old woman. She was watching my face, looking for a clue, I smiled at her only saying, "Turn."

Lill sat as far forward as possible and still give me access to the crease of her bottom, To her credit, I can see very little evidence of her recent bowel movement, at least visually. Took hold of my shaft, held the crown downward, slotted along the crease of her butt. This wasn't as easy as you'd think, looking at the cheeks of her butt, my dick wants to do what my dick wants to do. Took a great deal of effort to override my natural inclination to fuck her an pee instead. Eventually a small dribble became a flow, at least as much of a flow as my seventy- three years allowed, my effort was to keep the yellow stream running between the cheeks of her but and not on my floor.

It's a somewhat interesting feeling, pissing a small river down the valley of a woman's ass, looking around the obstructions, watching the flow run down her ass, across her mostly closed pussy lips and fall, tinkling in the waste contaminated water below. The entire time this woman is moaning out a soft 'hhhmmmmm' the entire time my piss is flowing between her butt.

All things, good or bad, end, my bladder emptied, I shook my shaft, a drop or two landed on her back pulling a wad to tissue from the roll, wiped her back, swiping the paper from her clit to beyond her anus. Guess the wash effect was good, almost no brown appeared on the paper.

I was stepping back, Lill turned, grabbing my cock, pulled me to her mouth, sucking whatever might or might not have been there into her mouth. When she was finished I took her back to bed, lay her back, her legs hanging from the side, returning the favor. Her cunt tasted of yesterdays fuck, her pussy my cum and piss, all I focused on was the texture of old pussy and her moans.

Felt like she had a few small orgasms, at least based on the motions of her hips, her breathing, contractions of various muscles in or around her sex. Her pushing my face into her wide open gash was a pretty good clue, but pulling me up to her lips, grunting out a low, "Enough, enough, too much, sensitive, stop.... please hold me!"

I will admit, few women enjoyed licking their flavor from any surface with as much enthusiasm as did Ms Lill.

Ms Lillian never became what you'd call a live in girl friend or FWB, she'd just drop over, or call. Sometimes she'd stay over, mostly on weekends, her weekdays she spent mostly with her niece. She talked very little about other family members, other than Edie, never was sure about any of that.

I could spend story after story on Ms Lillian Martin, most wouldn't be all that exciting, most visits were calm, sometimes only sitting naked on my deck, her with a glass of wine, a cigarette in her hand or lips while we slow masturbated in front of each other or me shooting cum on some area she wanted at that moment. She especially enjoyed holding my cock in her mouth, breathing smoke from her nose over my shaft while she worked my crown with her tongue.

Something about the taste of cum, a cigarette and wine, she enjoyed quite a bit. As to spending the night, whether we had sex or not, she wanted me to spoon to her back, my cock between her legs, in her or not, she didn't care.

Lill's only unknown, at least to me, occurred only once. She was on one of her short absences, well, Wanda made an appearance. Anyway, Wanda is just Wanda, her blouse is open, her rare skirt is bunched above her hips, her ass is pushed against my crotch, my cock is as deep in her cunt as I can get it, I have two large handfuls of tits, trying not to nut too quickly. Wanda is huffing and puffing her way to the end, I'm short stroking her. My front door opens, Lillian strolled in, now Wanda was more than a little shocked, evidenced by her jerking, as well as a loud "Oh Fuck!". Only reason she couldn't bolt for the door was my grip on her tits, holding her down.

Ms Lillian never bats an eye, places her cigarette in her lips, drops her clothes at her feet, eases to us, takes the cigarette in her left hand, scoops up a glob of our liquid mess with her right fingers, sucking the juices into her mouth, swishing things around a bit, Lill leaned into Wanda, sticking her tongue in Wanda's mouth, sharing a kiss most porn stars would envy. With my grip on Wanda, she had no choice but to take what Lill gave her.

Moments later, Lill pulled back, took a small drag, exhaling the results in Wanda's face, "That was refreshing, I'll be on the patio when you two are finished. Bring your friend...., if she wants to visit."

I don't know if Wanda enjoyed the kiss, from what my cock felt snuggled within her cunt, she did not dislike it. We were to close to really care or debate the issue. I bent her over more, trying my best to at least imitate a rock star.' A poor imitation at best, Wanda didn't seem to mind, her cunt grabbed my shaft, gushing her juices, making a small mess on my fairly clean floor. As my cock softened, it flopped from her, more mess dripping from her gash, I did the polite thing. "Would you care to join us on the patio for a glass of wine?"

She thought long and hard about the offer before turning it down. "No..... not now, I'm on my lunch hour, definitely later, if things work out though." Wanda drug her clothes, more or less, over her body and walked away.

Getting these two together ever did work out for some reason. Lillian and I continued on with whatever you'd call this arrangement for four more years, in pretty much the same way, never dull or monotonous, until one Thursday evening five years later. The old girl had been slowing some, sure I'd noticed, I was slowing as well, time catches up with all of us eventually.

Lillian's niece called me, explaining in a sorrowful but calm way that Ms Lillian was gone. The circumstances were short, Edie had been talking with Lill, left to bring them some wine, when she returned Lillian apparently had a massive stroke, she was sitting there smiling a half burned cigarette between her fingers.

Not a bad way to go for an almost ninety year old, interesting woman, who lived her life her own way, never worried what others thought.

Time was catching up to me as well, couple of years later I sold all my property, checked myself into one of those assisted living facilities. Not quite a nursing home but not one of those retirement villages either.

There were some very interesting people living in this facility, staff included. Might be some interesting time to be had!