Lemon Park Horror Ch 01
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Lemon Drizzle Cake free porn video
By helping the old lady next door put boxes in her attic I’m rewarded with a slice of cake and a bigger slice of life.
From an early age I was attracted to older women and lucky enough to be seduced by the widowed mum of my sibling’s best friend. That theme continued with Aunt Joan, Jean the wife of the landlord whose house we rented in my first year at Uni and later, several others. In my second year at Uni there was an old widow living next door to our rented house, I was 20 and she was 70. She was lonely and used to bake cakes for us … mmm I’m thinking back to her Lemon Drizzle cake, it was delicious. I was home alone studying and she knocked on the door asking if one of us could help her put boxes in the attic. ‘I don’t want to disturb you Bill if you’re busy studying’. I said no problem Betty it was the least I could do.
We went next door and straight upstairs. There was a stack of boxes on the landing and in the ceiling was a hatch to the loft. She got a chair from the bedroom asked if I could reach up, open the hatch and pull down the loft ladder (Betty was a petite lady not much over 5’ tall). I did that in a jiffy. ‘Thanks Bill I’ll be fine now you can get back to your studies’. I said you’ll need me to close the hatch again so let me help you it will be quicker with two pairs of hands. ‘That’s really kind of you Bill. You hand them up to me and I’ll slide them into the attic’. With that she climbed up the ladder so her head was just above the level of the hatch. I picked up the first box, stood on the bottom rungs and handed it to Betty. As she pushed it into the attic her skirt flared and I got a view of her stocking tops. You’ve got to understand I was a constantly horny 20 yo and my cock twitched involuntarily. I said to myself, Bill behave yourself Betty is 70 albeit a spritely 70. This repeated until all the boxes were safely in the attic and each time I was treated to the same arresting view. For the last couple of boxes Betty had to step up a rung and stretch further into the loft. This afforded me a full view of not just her stocking tops but her bottom and big white granny knickers … absolutely gorgeous. I pushed the ladder back, got on the chair and closed the hatch. ‘Thank you so much Bill that was a great help. Come and have a cup of tea and a slice of cake … its Lemon Drizzle cake’. How could I refuse?
She made the tea and cut two slices of cake. We chatted in the kitchen and she started to tell me about her hubby who had passed away some years earlier. She told me how lonely she gets and how much she still missed him. I said I imagine it can’t be easy being on your own and if there is anything the guys can do to help just ask. ‘That’s really kind Bill’ … she paused. ‘There is one thing you could do for me Bill’. ‘Anything Betty’ I replied. ‘One of the things I miss most is being cuddled. My husband would always give me big cuddle as soon as he got home from work’. I felt awkward, even a little embarrassed. She was already a little moist eyed and I was worried if I declined she would burst into tears. So I put my arms around her and she wrapped hers around me. The top of her head barely came up to my chin. She said nothing but clung onto me as if her life depended on it. Her soft breasts were pressed against me and she smelt fragrant and womanly. My cock had a mind of its own and without being conscious of it as a sexual situation I went hard … Betty must have felt it through my jeans. After what seemed like an eternity she loosed her hold on me. ‘Thank you Bill that was lovely just what I needed’. ‘Glad to help … remember what I said Betty if there’s anything you need just knock on the door’. ‘There is one other thing you could help me with Bill’. ‘Yes Betty’? ‘Take me upstairs and give me a proper cuddle Bill, it’s been a long time. You do know what I mean by a proper cuddle’? ‘I think so Betty’. Gosh I thought … she wants me to take her to bed!
I didn’t know what to say. I looked at her and for the first time weighed her up in a sexual context. Suddenly I didn’t see the old lady next door. Yes she was 70, yes she was 50 years my senior but she was in good shape for her age and still had her figure. She had understandably put on a couple of pounds over the years but certainly wasn’t overweight and had all the right curves in all the right places. I reckoned she would have squeezed into a UK size 10 dress. She had natural silver/grey hair, friendly eyes, a lovely face with surprisingly few wrinkles and a warm smile. Not to mention those stocking tops and big white granny knickers. She must have taken my silence and the earlier bulge in my trousers as a sign of my agreement. She put her hands on my face and kissed me on the lips. Not open mouthed but not just an affectionate peck either. She took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom.
In the bedroom we embraced and kissed open mouthed. I let my hands roam over her bottom which didn’t feel a lot different too much younger bottoms I’d fondled. As we kissed we undressed each other. Betty was wearing a corset with integral suspender straps holding up her dark tan stockings and her big white panties came up as far as her belly button. Okay 70 years old but she looked so damned sexy in her underwear that I decided not to fully disrobe her but I did slip the straps of her corset off her shoulders and gently eased her breasts out. I suckled on her nipple like an infant which brought a groan of pleasure from Betty. ‘I can’t believe a young man like you would like my saggy old breasts’. ‘They’re wonderful Betty and so are you’. I was now naked and Betty had taken my cock in her hand and was caressing it. ‘Your penis feels lovely Bill. It feels so hard but soft and warm to the touch. It’s been a long time Bill please be gentle with me … at least at first’ then she chuckled. As she was fondling my cock I was rubbing her vulva through her panties, my fingers pushing the fabric of her panties between her outer labia, absorbing the fluid from her now moist sex. ‘Betty you’re damp down below … I want to taste you’. ‘Oh Bill it’s been a long, long time since a man’s done that to me, my husband wasn’t keen. It sounds wonderful but what I really want is this inside me Bill’ she said in a rather firm tone, as she stroked my fully erect cock.
I kissed her again passionately, guided her to the edge of the bed, placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down to a sitting position. Her bed frame was old style in that the legs were quite tall so the mattress was elevated making it the perfect height for me to remain standing. I placed my hands under her knees, lifting and spreading her thighs as her upper body rocked back onto the bed. The hairs on her mound were wispy grey and her labia was slightly wrinkled which I found strangely arousing. ‘Put it in Bill … put it inside me’. I eased her damp gusset to one side and positioned my stiff member at the entrance to her inner sanctum. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her recess to gauge how wet she was. Not quite I thought so despite Betty’s reluctance I dropped to my knees and began licking her. ‘Bill that’s wonderful but I need you inside me’. ‘You will Betty but let me get you nice and wet first’. I lapped at her inner walls and it only took a minute or two till I was satisfied her juices were now flowing. I stood up again and gently pushed the head of my cock inside her. ‘Oh yes Bill that feels so nice’. I worked her opening with my glans for a few strokes and could feel she was now ready for me. I eased the stem of my cock into her until I was fully lodged. ‘Oh Bill that’s lovely I can feel your whole penis inside me.’ I motioned Betty to place her own hands under her knees freeing up my hands to explore her breasts and nipples. My strokes were now long and deep and I gradually increased the tempo. I massaged her boobs and plied her stiff nipples; my measured strokes were now firm thrusts. ‘Bill I’m cumming’ she cried out then, accompanied by sighs and moans, her body trembled in orgasm. Still embedded in her I leant forward and kissed her softly on the lips. ‘That was wonderful Bill I didn’t know I still had that in me. I’d almost forgotten how it felt to have a man inside me … but don’t stop darling … more please.’
I resumed thrusting firmly and steadily inside her. ‘Oh god Bill that’s wonderful … fuck me … fuck me harder’. Whoa!! … I didn’t expect that, dirty talk from the hitherto demure and respectable Betty. The words spurred me on as they always did but more so due to the contradictory context. I suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of lust … I was deep inside a sexy, sensual, responsive woman who was arousing me as much, if not more, than any other. The fact there was 50 years between us became completely irrelevant. A small adjustment to the angle of my body brought my swollen member into contact with her pubic bone providing additional friction and stimulation. In my already aroused state that was the trigger … from deep in my groin I could feel my seed begin its irrepressible journey. My cock swelled up and I felt the muscles of the walls of Betty’s pulsing sex tighten on my cock … grunting and groaning I came as my young semen spurted powerfully deep into Betty’s trembling body. Distracted by my own moment of intense pleasure I barely heard Betty cry out as my seed splashed against her cervix … ‘Oh God Bill … I’m cumming again’ as I felt her fingernails dig into my back. I slumped forward and held her tightly in my arms. Betty wrapped hers around my neck and we hugged together in silence as we slowly regained our composure. ‘Oh Bill … Bill’. ‘Did you enjoy that Betty’? ‘Oh yes Bill … now THAT was a proper cuddle’.
In the coming weeks and months I would go next door a couple of times a month to give Betty a ‘proper cuddle’. She taught me to take pleasure from giving pleasure and I persuaded her, with not much difficulty, to try some things she hadn’t experienced before. I’ll leave those to your imagination. In between times I was still engaging with Jean about once a fortnight and the default setting was the student nurses at the Medical Uni. Stan, Jean’s hubby who’d had a stroke, could no longer have sex and he was aware of and approved of our coupling. Why I hear you ask? … Because he loved her. Happy days indeed.
20 years later I was visiting Nick an old house mate. We were steadily getting drunk and listening to old albums by Pink Floyd and The Doors (if you’re not familiar check out a couple of our favourites on YouTube; ‘Time’ – thought provoking lyrics every young person should listen to, and ‘Riders on the Storm’ - Jim Morison at his brilliant best). We got chatting about our Uni days and the subject of Lemon Drizzle cake came up. Turned out I wasn’t the only one helping Betty with proper cuddles! The old minx she never let on to either of us that we weren’t her one and only lover. The story has a happy ending. Nick said he had recently been talking to an old friend who told him Betty was still living in the same house. She was about 90 by then but still going strong and still baking her delicious cakes. She was delighted to see her old lover Nick. They had a cup of tea and (of course what else?) a slice of Lemon Drizzle cake and a good old chin wag. Nothing sexual happened and Betty didn’t mention anything about her times in bed with me. Who doesn’t like a happy ending? The moral of the story? For longevity, have plenty of sex and Lemon Drizzle cake in your dotage, you might live till your 90s!
From an early age I was attracted to older women and lucky enough to be seduced by the widowed mum of my sibling’s best friend. That theme continued with Aunt Joan, Jean the wife of the landlord whose house we rented in my first year at Uni and later, several others. In my second year at Uni there was an old widow living next door to our rented house, I was 20 and she was 70. She was lonely and used to bake cakes for us … mmm I’m thinking back to her Lemon Drizzle cake, it was delicious. I was home alone studying and she knocked on the door asking if one of us could help her put boxes in the attic. ‘I don’t want to disturb you Bill if you’re busy studying’. I said no problem Betty it was the least I could do.
We went next door and straight upstairs. There was a stack of boxes on the landing and in the ceiling was a hatch to the loft. She got a chair from the bedroom asked if I could reach up, open the hatch and pull down the loft ladder (Betty was a petite lady not much over 5’ tall). I did that in a jiffy. ‘Thanks Bill I’ll be fine now you can get back to your studies’. I said you’ll need me to close the hatch again so let me help you it will be quicker with two pairs of hands. ‘That’s really kind of you Bill. You hand them up to me and I’ll slide them into the attic’. With that she climbed up the ladder so her head was just above the level of the hatch. I picked up the first box, stood on the bottom rungs and handed it to Betty. As she pushed it into the attic her skirt flared and I got a view of her stocking tops. You’ve got to understand I was a constantly horny 20 yo and my cock twitched involuntarily. I said to myself, Bill behave yourself Betty is 70 albeit a spritely 70. This repeated until all the boxes were safely in the attic and each time I was treated to the same arresting view. For the last couple of boxes Betty had to step up a rung and stretch further into the loft. This afforded me a full view of not just her stocking tops but her bottom and big white granny knickers … absolutely gorgeous. I pushed the ladder back, got on the chair and closed the hatch. ‘Thank you so much Bill that was a great help. Come and have a cup of tea and a slice of cake … its Lemon Drizzle cake’. How could I refuse?
She made the tea and cut two slices of cake. We chatted in the kitchen and she started to tell me about her hubby who had passed away some years earlier. She told me how lonely she gets and how much she still missed him. I said I imagine it can’t be easy being on your own and if there is anything the guys can do to help just ask. ‘That’s really kind Bill’ … she paused. ‘There is one thing you could do for me Bill’. ‘Anything Betty’ I replied. ‘One of the things I miss most is being cuddled. My husband would always give me big cuddle as soon as he got home from work’. I felt awkward, even a little embarrassed. She was already a little moist eyed and I was worried if I declined she would burst into tears. So I put my arms around her and she wrapped hers around me. The top of her head barely came up to my chin. She said nothing but clung onto me as if her life depended on it. Her soft breasts were pressed against me and she smelt fragrant and womanly. My cock had a mind of its own and without being conscious of it as a sexual situation I went hard … Betty must have felt it through my jeans. After what seemed like an eternity she loosed her hold on me. ‘Thank you Bill that was lovely just what I needed’. ‘Glad to help … remember what I said Betty if there’s anything you need just knock on the door’. ‘There is one other thing you could help me with Bill’. ‘Yes Betty’? ‘Take me upstairs and give me a proper cuddle Bill, it’s been a long time. You do know what I mean by a proper cuddle’? ‘I think so Betty’. Gosh I thought … she wants me to take her to bed!
I didn’t know what to say. I looked at her and for the first time weighed her up in a sexual context. Suddenly I didn’t see the old lady next door. Yes she was 70, yes she was 50 years my senior but she was in good shape for her age and still had her figure. She had understandably put on a couple of pounds over the years but certainly wasn’t overweight and had all the right curves in all the right places. I reckoned she would have squeezed into a UK size 10 dress. She had natural silver/grey hair, friendly eyes, a lovely face with surprisingly few wrinkles and a warm smile. Not to mention those stocking tops and big white granny knickers. She must have taken my silence and the earlier bulge in my trousers as a sign of my agreement. She put her hands on my face and kissed me on the lips. Not open mouthed but not just an affectionate peck either. She took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom.
In the bedroom we embraced and kissed open mouthed. I let my hands roam over her bottom which didn’t feel a lot different too much younger bottoms I’d fondled. As we kissed we undressed each other. Betty was wearing a corset with integral suspender straps holding up her dark tan stockings and her big white panties came up as far as her belly button. Okay 70 years old but she looked so damned sexy in her underwear that I decided not to fully disrobe her but I did slip the straps of her corset off her shoulders and gently eased her breasts out. I suckled on her nipple like an infant which brought a groan of pleasure from Betty. ‘I can’t believe a young man like you would like my saggy old breasts’. ‘They’re wonderful Betty and so are you’. I was now naked and Betty had taken my cock in her hand and was caressing it. ‘Your penis feels lovely Bill. It feels so hard but soft and warm to the touch. It’s been a long time Bill please be gentle with me … at least at first’ then she chuckled. As she was fondling my cock I was rubbing her vulva through her panties, my fingers pushing the fabric of her panties between her outer labia, absorbing the fluid from her now moist sex. ‘Betty you’re damp down below … I want to taste you’. ‘Oh Bill it’s been a long, long time since a man’s done that to me, my husband wasn’t keen. It sounds wonderful but what I really want is this inside me Bill’ she said in a rather firm tone, as she stroked my fully erect cock.
I kissed her again passionately, guided her to the edge of the bed, placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down to a sitting position. Her bed frame was old style in that the legs were quite tall so the mattress was elevated making it the perfect height for me to remain standing. I placed my hands under her knees, lifting and spreading her thighs as her upper body rocked back onto the bed. The hairs on her mound were wispy grey and her labia was slightly wrinkled which I found strangely arousing. ‘Put it in Bill … put it inside me’. I eased her damp gusset to one side and positioned my stiff member at the entrance to her inner sanctum. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her recess to gauge how wet she was. Not quite I thought so despite Betty’s reluctance I dropped to my knees and began licking her. ‘Bill that’s wonderful but I need you inside me’. ‘You will Betty but let me get you nice and wet first’. I lapped at her inner walls and it only took a minute or two till I was satisfied her juices were now flowing. I stood up again and gently pushed the head of my cock inside her. ‘Oh yes Bill that feels so nice’. I worked her opening with my glans for a few strokes and could feel she was now ready for me. I eased the stem of my cock into her until I was fully lodged. ‘Oh Bill that’s lovely I can feel your whole penis inside me.’ I motioned Betty to place her own hands under her knees freeing up my hands to explore her breasts and nipples. My strokes were now long and deep and I gradually increased the tempo. I massaged her boobs and plied her stiff nipples; my measured strokes were now firm thrusts. ‘Bill I’m cumming’ she cried out then, accompanied by sighs and moans, her body trembled in orgasm. Still embedded in her I leant forward and kissed her softly on the lips. ‘That was wonderful Bill I didn’t know I still had that in me. I’d almost forgotten how it felt to have a man inside me … but don’t stop darling … more please.’
I resumed thrusting firmly and steadily inside her. ‘Oh god Bill that’s wonderful … fuck me … fuck me harder’. Whoa!! … I didn’t expect that, dirty talk from the hitherto demure and respectable Betty. The words spurred me on as they always did but more so due to the contradictory context. I suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of lust … I was deep inside a sexy, sensual, responsive woman who was arousing me as much, if not more, than any other. The fact there was 50 years between us became completely irrelevant. A small adjustment to the angle of my body brought my swollen member into contact with her pubic bone providing additional friction and stimulation. In my already aroused state that was the trigger … from deep in my groin I could feel my seed begin its irrepressible journey. My cock swelled up and I felt the muscles of the walls of Betty’s pulsing sex tighten on my cock … grunting and groaning I came as my young semen spurted powerfully deep into Betty’s trembling body. Distracted by my own moment of intense pleasure I barely heard Betty cry out as my seed splashed against her cervix … ‘Oh God Bill … I’m cumming again’ as I felt her fingernails dig into my back. I slumped forward and held her tightly in my arms. Betty wrapped hers around my neck and we hugged together in silence as we slowly regained our composure. ‘Oh Bill … Bill’. ‘Did you enjoy that Betty’? ‘Oh yes Bill … now THAT was a proper cuddle’.
In the coming weeks and months I would go next door a couple of times a month to give Betty a ‘proper cuddle’. She taught me to take pleasure from giving pleasure and I persuaded her, with not much difficulty, to try some things she hadn’t experienced before. I’ll leave those to your imagination. In between times I was still engaging with Jean about once a fortnight and the default setting was the student nurses at the Medical Uni. Stan, Jean’s hubby who’d had a stroke, could no longer have sex and he was aware of and approved of our coupling. Why I hear you ask? … Because he loved her. Happy days indeed.
20 years later I was visiting Nick an old house mate. We were steadily getting drunk and listening to old albums by Pink Floyd and The Doors (if you’re not familiar check out a couple of our favourites on YouTube; ‘Time’ – thought provoking lyrics every young person should listen to, and ‘Riders on the Storm’ - Jim Morison at his brilliant best). We got chatting about our Uni days and the subject of Lemon Drizzle cake came up. Turned out I wasn’t the only one helping Betty with proper cuddles! The old minx she never let on to either of us that we weren’t her one and only lover. The story has a happy ending. Nick said he had recently been talking to an old friend who told him Betty was still living in the same house. She was about 90 by then but still going strong and still baking her delicious cakes. She was delighted to see her old lover Nick. They had a cup of tea and (of course what else?) a slice of Lemon Drizzle cake and a good old chin wag. Nothing sexual happened and Betty didn’t mention anything about her times in bed with me. Who doesn’t like a happy ending? The moral of the story? For longevity, have plenty of sex and Lemon Drizzle cake in your dotage, you might live till your 90s!
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