First you need to know who's involved. A young woman (just turned 40 but when one is on the shady side of 80, below 60 is "young") and her 8 yo son are staying with us temporarily. She works with my daughter with whom I live.
Early one morning a week or so ago I arose for a potty call and thinking that no one else was abroad at that time I didn't bother to change from my sleep wear which consists of an old pair of nylon tricot boxers. Having finished my business I opened the door intending to return to my bed and found myself face to face with Ellen. She's less than five feet tall and as we both stopped in our tracks she was looking straight at my crotch. She raised her eyes momentarily but dropped them again to the aforementioned area. It's a fact that my balls always hang out the leg of those shorts but this time, thanks to vestigial morning wood, I'm pretty sure that the purple helmeted one was also showing there. All this took place in seconds and after the second look she mouthed, "WOW!" and went into her bedroom the door to which is next to the bathroom and across the hallway from my room. There being nothing better to do I returned to my bed slightly titillated by this showing and her reaction.
Soooo - yesterday, she came in just past noon to fix herself some lunch. She said that my daughter wouldn't be coming because she had to attend a meeting. Also, her son is enrolled in day school so he wasn't here. I was in my own room wandering around on the Internet when she came and stood in the doorway. I gave her a look and made some intelligent remark like "What?" She laughed and came in to sit on my bed behind me so I turned around because she obviously wanted to talk. She seemed a bit flustered but finally said, "Remember what happened the other morning?" I nodded and she went on, "I keep thinking about that and I'm wondering if I really saw what I thought I saw." "And?" I prompted her. "Well," she said, "I'm wondering if it would be possible to recheck my memory. Would you be upset or mad if I asked to see that again?" It was my turn to laugh. I said that inasmuch as she had already sort of looked it over that I could see no harm in her making a closer examination and with few other alternatives available I stood up and dropped my Bermudas and shorts exposing again those low hanging balls and maybe five inches or so of soft penis. After a quick scan she opined, "I thought it was longer than that." And I answered, "It was." Then she asked, "Can you make it grow?" I said, "Sure." and I began to handle my old dick but then I stopped and invited her saying, "You know, you could HELP." to which she answered, "I was hoping that you'd ask." and she took it in both hands. The first thing she did was try to circle it with her fingers since I was starting to stiffen but they didn't come anywhere close to meeting. She kept at it though until I had a full erection and said, "I can't believe this! I didn't know there was such a size as this." Then she wanted to know the length of it and when I told her she gasped, "NINE INCHES! I've never heard of one that big."
All this time she hadn't taken her hands off but with a sudden inspiration she said, "Don't move!" and she dashed across the hall to her room and came back with a pump bottle of hand lotion and proceeded to slick the old joint up as she stroked. When he was all shiny she stopped to look and said, "THAT'S a thing of beauty and a joy forever." Then she resumed the stroking and squeezing until I reminded her that, "If you keep that up you're going to get me off!" She asked, "Do you mind? Would you like that? 'Cause I'd really get off watching you cum." I could feel myself getting close and I told her, "You won't have to wait because HERE WE GO!!" And I let fly. For a long time I have just sort of oozed when I cum but this time with the first spasm I lofted a blob that hit her shoulder THEN the rest just ran down over her hand and my shaft. She still held me doing little squeezes and strokes as I softened and receeded but finally let go after a wipe up with some kleenex. She still had some juice on her fingers and after a sniff or two she brashly sucked them one at a time and told me "That's the first time I've ever tasted that stuff. I kinda like it - have you got any more?" I had to tell her that she'd have to wait awhile for the next delivery.
Well, she had to go back to work and I just stayed where I was and rehashed what had just happened. I ALMOST got another hard on.
Gramps
Early one morning a week or so ago I arose for a potty call and thinking that no one else was abroad at that time I didn't bother to change from my sleep wear which consists of an old pair of nylon tricot boxers. Having finished my business I opened the door intending to return to my bed and found myself face to face with Ellen. She's less than five feet tall and as we both stopped in our tracks she was looking straight at my crotch. She raised her eyes momentarily but dropped them again to the aforementioned area. It's a fact that my balls always hang out the leg of those shorts but this time, thanks to vestigial morning wood, I'm pretty sure that the purple helmeted one was also showing there. All this took place in seconds and after the second look she mouthed, "WOW!" and went into her bedroom the door to which is next to the bathroom and across the hallway from my room. There being nothing better to do I returned to my bed slightly titillated by this showing and her reaction.
Soooo - yesterday, she came in just past noon to fix herself some lunch. She said that my daughter wouldn't be coming because she had to attend a meeting. Also, her son is enrolled in day school so he wasn't here. I was in my own room wandering around on the Internet when she came and stood in the doorway. I gave her a look and made some intelligent remark like "What?" She laughed and came in to sit on my bed behind me so I turned around because she obviously wanted to talk. She seemed a bit flustered but finally said, "Remember what happened the other morning?" I nodded and she went on, "I keep thinking about that and I'm wondering if I really saw what I thought I saw." "And?" I prompted her. "Well," she said, "I'm wondering if it would be possible to recheck my memory. Would you be upset or mad if I asked to see that again?" It was my turn to laugh. I said that inasmuch as she had already sort of looked it over that I could see no harm in her making a closer examination and with few other alternatives available I stood up and dropped my Bermudas and shorts exposing again those low hanging balls and maybe five inches or so of soft penis. After a quick scan she opined, "I thought it was longer than that." And I answered, "It was." Then she asked, "Can you make it grow?" I said, "Sure." and I began to handle my old dick but then I stopped and invited her saying, "You know, you could HELP." to which she answered, "I was hoping that you'd ask." and she took it in both hands. The first thing she did was try to circle it with her fingers since I was starting to stiffen but they didn't come anywhere close to meeting. She kept at it though until I had a full erection and said, "I can't believe this! I didn't know there was such a size as this." Then she wanted to know the length of it and when I told her she gasped, "NINE INCHES! I've never heard of one that big."
All this time she hadn't taken her hands off but with a sudden inspiration she said, "Don't move!" and she dashed across the hall to her room and came back with a pump bottle of hand lotion and proceeded to slick the old joint up as she stroked. When he was all shiny she stopped to look and said, "THAT'S a thing of beauty and a joy forever." Then she resumed the stroking and squeezing until I reminded her that, "If you keep that up you're going to get me off!" She asked, "Do you mind? Would you like that? 'Cause I'd really get off watching you cum." I could feel myself getting close and I told her, "You won't have to wait because HERE WE GO!!" And I let fly. For a long time I have just sort of oozed when I cum but this time with the first spasm I lofted a blob that hit her shoulder THEN the rest just ran down over her hand and my shaft. She still held me doing little squeezes and strokes as I softened and receeded but finally let go after a wipe up with some kleenex. She still had some juice on her fingers and after a sniff or two she brashly sucked them one at a time and told me "That's the first time I've ever tasted that stuff. I kinda like it - have you got any more?" I had to tell her that she'd have to wait awhile for the next delivery.
Well, she had to go back to work and I just stayed where I was and rehashed what had just happened. I ALMOST got another hard on.
Gramps
