Aunt Judy pays installer with elderly embrace.

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Aunt Judy’s Sweet Surprise

Now, lemme tell ya, I ain’t one to be mixin’ business with gift. But when Aunt Judy offered to pay me for fixin’ her TV, well, let’s just say I found myself a smilin’ cat in a room fulla canaries.

That Aged Embrace

I’d been workin’ on her set for most of the day, adjustin’ the cables and whatnot, when Aunt Judy came saunterin’ into the living room. She was wearin’ a red robe that hung low on her hips, showin’ off more than a hint of that famous aging pussy. She was smooth, soft, and mellow like a fine older wine. I couldn’t help but feel my penis twitchin’ in my pants.

She walked over to me, her hips swayin’ like a cat on a eager tin roof, and leaned in close. The smell of her perfume made me dizzy. She looked me in the eyes and said, “You done now, boy?” I nodded, swallowin’ hard.

Older Pussy at Its Finest

Aunt Judy slipped off her robe, revealin’ that luscious aged pussy. It was a sight to behold, all smooth and glossy like a ripe peach, with a few silver hairs sprinkled around the edges. I could barely contain myself.

She reached out and grabbed my hand. “Come here, boy,” she said, pullin’ me towards her. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I sank to my knees in front of her, my eyes locked on that prize.

She stepped closer, her older pussy just inches away from my face. She leaned back, stretchin’ out a hand to rest on the back of my head. I could feel the fever of her skin, and the smell of her arousal was makin’ me dizzy.

“Now, boy,” she said, her voice low and provocative, “I believe I owe you somethin’ for your hard work.” She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh as I dived in, my tongue lashin’ at her delicate folds.

I licked and sucked on her elderly pussy, savorin’ every taste, every texture. She moaned and writhed, her fingers twitchin’ in my hair as she let herself go. I could feel her muscles clenchin’ around me, her juices flowin’ like a river.

Finally, she pushed me away, her breath hitchin’ as she gasped for air. “That was somethin’ else,” she said, her eyes sparklin’ with satisfaction. “I think that’ll do for now, boy.”

I stood up, my pants feelin’ tight around my swollen manhood. Aunt Judy handed me a wad of cash, a smilin’ curve to her lips. “Thanks for the service, boy,” she said, winkin’ at me.

I left her house that day feelin’ like I’d just won the lottery. And every time I think about that mature pussy, I can’t help but smile.

Now, remember, this here story might not be for everyone. It’s for the grown-ups only, the ones who ain’t shy about talkin’ bout old pussy and the delights it can bring.