Cream tea with grandma’s best friend
Marvin never realized Sybil Carson had such a passion for tea, cookies and creamy sex
“I’ve always had a thing for older women,” Marvin admitted after he had fixed a step on his Grandma’s best friend’s back porch.
Sybil Carson giggled as she poured tea into two cups of her dainty tea set.
“Help yourself to a cookie from the jar, Marvin. It’s not every day I get to have tea with a handsome young man.”
She picked up the fragile looking jug. “I adore cream. Will you try some in your tea?”
Marvin shrugged. “Yes please, “I’ll try anything once, Mrs. Carson.”
He watched her pour cream into his cup, thinking how much she looked like a sexed up Granny from the Beverley Hillbillies, an old program his own Grandpa and Grandma used to like watching.
“I hope you don’t mind me telling you that, ma’am? What with you being my grandma’s best friend and all that?” He dipped a hand into the cookie jar and picked a cookie at random, his muscles rippling as he did so.
Sybil had noticed that and bent her head down and looked at him over the tops of her wire-framed spectacles. “I don’t mind at all, Marvin. You’ve been so helpful.”
“It’s just I have trouble speaking to women of my own age. They’re just so…so immature. They just want to talk about music, magazines and diets, that kinda thing.”
He sipped his tea and then cursed as the tiny handle slipped in his big hands. “Oh fuck!” he howled as the hot tea splashed on his T-shirt. Almost immediately, he covered his mouth and then apologized.
“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Carson. That slipped out. I’m not usually the cussing type.”
Sybil shook her head. “Don’t think about it, but take that T shirt off immediately, or you’ll get a bad burn on your chest.”
She jumped up with a speed and lithe movement that surprised him, and headed through to the kitchen, returning moments later with a cold damp cloth.
“Let me spread this over it,” she said, her eyes twinkling at the sight of his bare tanned chest. She applied the cloth and smoothed it out. “How old are you now, Marvin?”
“Twenty-two.”
“And you don’t like girls your age?”
Marvin ran a hand through his thick blond hair. ‘It’s not that I don’t like them; it’s just that I get puzzled. You see, I once heard a Chinese proverb that said the ideal partner for a man was half his age plus seven years.”
“Interesting,” said Sybil, nibbling a cookie.
“I did the math. The younger the guy was the closer to his age his wife would be. If he was my age, then his ideal woman should be eighteen. But when he was old, sixty, say, -” He hesitated and looked embarrassed.
Sybil giggled again. “Go on, Marvin. I’m old, I know. I’m over three times your age.”
“Well, his ideal should be thirty-seven. And if he was eighty, then — ”
“It doesn’t seem fair,” Sybil agreed.
“But it seems the wrong way round to me, Mrs. Carson. In fact, I’d say it’s a long way short of the mark at that.”
Sybil smiled and put down her cup. Brushing a wisp of silver hair from her cheek, she patted the cloth on his chest. “How short, Marvin?”
His jaw dropped as she slid the cloth down his chest, over his belly until it covered his lap. Her hand lay on top of it, and he felt her pressing down on it.
His cock immediately stiffened.
“Maybe three or four times the age of the guy seems right to me.”
Sybil took off her spectacles with one hand while she stroked his bulge through the damp cloth.
“Oh silly old me,” she said. “Look, I’ve gotten your pants all wet now.”
She tossed the cloth on the table, unzipped his pants, and deftly pulled out his hard cock.
“It’s gotten a bit wet, Marvin. I’ll just get rid of that.”
She leaned over and took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked it hard. Then she licked all round it, before again taking him in her mouth and sliding right down his shaft.
“Fuck, Mrs. Carson,” he began as he felt his cock hit the back of her throat.
‘There you go cussing again,” she said as she licked his balls.
He watched in disbelief as she picked up the cream jug and poured its contents all over his cock and balls.
“I told you I adore cream,” she said, licking the cream from his cock head, dipping the tip of her tongue in his slit where his pre-cum had caused the cream to split.
Then Sybil proceeded to give him the lost luscious blowjob he’d ever had, lapping and sucking every drop of cream from him. Then she released his cock with a loud plopping noise and smiled as she continued to massage his balls.
“Aw fuck, fuck, triple fuck, Mrs. Carson!” he gasped.
“Certainly, Marvin, it’s the least I could do for all your hard work.”
She stood and taking him by the cock led the way through to her bedroom.
A minute later, clothes all dived. He was balls deep in her cunt, squeezing her mature but still remarkably firm breasts while she clutched his buttocks, forcing him deeper still.
“You just fuck me until I either scream or squirt all over you, but please don’t let yourself cum until you see or hear me do one or the other.
In fact, she did both.
“Just fuck away, Marvin, my dear boy,” she urged.
Sybil came off him and grabbed hold of his cock. “Let me help you now,” she said, and proceeded to wank him hard.
“Fuck! I…I’m cumming,” he gasped as he started to spasm.
Sybil held his balls in one hand and his cock in the other, directing the fountain of cum towards her face and eager open mouth. She swallowed again and again, and then sucked all the remaining cum and pussy juice from his cock.
“I told you I adore cream, Marvin. That was the most delicious I’ve had in decades.”
‘’Aw fuck, Mrs. Carson, that was fan-fucking-tastic. You’re why I love older women. Can I come again and do chores for you?”
Sybil kissed him on the cheek. “You can cum for me as often as you like, Marvin. Just don’t tell anyone that I like cream so much. Your cream in particular.”
She giggled her little girl laugh. “Especially don’t say a word to your Grandma.”
