I couldn't hold off any longer. I gently grasped the back of his head, his thick brown hair filling my fingers. My knees got shaky as my orgasm built up in me. I could feel his tongue trying to go down my pee slit, his finger up my anus, swirling. I told him, he paid no attention to me, just sucked harder, and slid a second finger up my needy asshole. And then, finally, the pressure was too much. Without caring, I shoved all 7 inches of my cock down his throat. He took it. I could feel my cum boiling up the length of my cock. Shot after shot erupted into the back of his throat, only to be quickly swallowed. I could see his throat work, his lips smacked. Finally, my cum just drooled out. I almost went to my knees I felt so weak. Slowly, I felt him slide his fingers out of me. He was looking up at me, his twinkling eyes crinkled, his long eyelashes drawing me down to him. The picture he made was incredibly erotic. His full, thick lips wrapped around the shaved base of my cock, my hands still entwined in his hair. God, this man got me hot!

His name was Donald but everyone called him Mussy. He is the son of a woman with whom, years ago, I had an affair. I was 25 then. She was 35, and Mussy was in his early teens. I moved after I finished college and did not see her for many, many years. Much later when I would go back and visit my old stomping ground, Mussy was never around as he had grown and no longer lived with his parents. Margeret was the same, big busted and full of energy. She must be in her mid sixties now as I was 54, but she was still hot, still in shape, and still with that naughty twinkle in her eye which had been the spark plug for our long past affair.

Donald (the elder), her husband wasn't home when I pulled up their driveway. It was a warm summer day, and she came out of the house with a tight t-shirt and nylon running pants on. I felt my cock stir. We hugged, and her big, braless breasts squished against me. The nylon running pants, which came to mid thigh, were so tight they slid between her pussy lips. She never had dressed like the other women who lived out in rural Virginia, and I was glad her habits hadn't changed. "Come on in, Tory, I got some cold beer that has your name on it."

We sat in her living room, drinking beer. She was sitting in a big, overstuffed chair with her legs apart, smiling that naughty smile that had drawn me into her bedroom before. As we had our second, she began to adjust her breasts, which still seemed firm. Her long, thick nipples poked through the cotton material, clearly erect. Damn this woman was hot! But I wasn't 25 any longer, and I finally had to laugh out loud. "Margaret, if you show me any more you won't need to wear clothes!"

"Bother you?" She asked with a mischevious glint in her eye.

"Sure does." I said, feeling my cock begin to fill. "Amazing how you are as hot today as you were thirty years ago."

She laughed, standing up and posing for me, "do you really think so?" And I did, and told her I did.

"Well, Donald