A GILF

Silver hair framed a thin, tanned, deeply lined face. Blue makeup which matched her eyes, eyebrows perfectly sculpted, the lashes teased out, but there was no hiding the crow's feet and wrinkles. Liver spots speckled the temples, blue lipstick on the thin lips.

Sam let his gaze fall. A blue sequin dress hugged a thin, frail body that had once been shapely. The plunging neckline met a push-up bra, so that the sagging tits presented an impressive depth of cleavage...but the exposed arms and legs were bony, muscle wasted, skin thin as crepe paper and bunching and hanging. The gnarled toes that peeked out from the blue high-heels were painted blue as well.

She gripped a walker with both hands, one of those modern ones that folded out to have a seat, with plastic wheels.

As a kid, Sam had watched old reruns of Gilligan's Island. The hair, the poise of the woman at his door reminded him of Ginger Ann...or as she might have been, thirty years, three kids, and two husbands later. He didn't want to guess her age...she could have been anywhere from her late sixties to early nineties. Sam's mother had told him that after a certain age, women had to make a choice: be thin and wrinkled, or fat with smooth skin. This woman obviously had chosen to be thin...and as he eyed her up and down, so did those blue eyes evaluate him.

"I suppose you will do," she said. Her voice was husky, resigned, with that slight croak he associated with people who had smoked too long and then quit. She met his eye. "No names."

Not technically a Fuckr rule, but Sam wasn't going to disagree. He stepped aside, and held the door wide as she lifted her walked over the threshold and half-pushed, half-stepped forward. Slow, deliberate steps, her eyes focused on the floor in front of her to avoid obstacles. It wasn't until she was all the way in, and Sam closed the door, that she looked around at his living room...and Sam shuddered as though his grandmother had come for an unannounced visit, and was about to pull out a white glove to check for dust.

"Where do you want me?" the old woman asked, and Sam gestured toward the open door of the bedroom.

He took a deep breath as she aimed her walker at the room and began the slow, deliberate journey. Sam saw the zipper that ran down the back of that dress, the bony ass that shifted with every step.

Am I really going to do this? She's old enough to be my grandmother! Sam thought to himself...but with a sinking feeling, he knew that he would. One, because that was the rule for Fuckr. Two, because there was a throb in his crotch, the persistent ache that drove him mad. He needed to cum.

"Would you...like a drink?" He asked, voice sounding ridiculously young. She paused and turned so that he could see her face in profile. Her nose had begun to do that witch-thing, the tip longer and hanging down slightly.

"No, thank you. It interferes with my medications."

She parked her walker near the bed, and locked the wheels. Sam dragged himself into the bedroom after her as she reached back and unzipped the dress. Not sure if he should help her, he stood there in his bathrobe and watched as she shimmied out of the blue sequins. Boney shoulders and pale skin revealed itself. It was the lack of flesh that got him...she seemed to have little spare fat on her at all, the bumps of her spine prominent. With sick fascination, Sam felt his mouth go dry as the dress fell off her hips, and he wondered what kind of underwear she wore...a part of him wondered if she had slipped into some lingerie.

Then he saw the puffy, light blue elastic band. His stomach lurched as he recognized the adult diaper.

The old woman took off the bra with her back still toward him. Sam could see the sag of the breasts from behind...they must have been magnificent in their prime. He stood there dumbly as she slipped out of her shoes, then stepped out of the dress and folded it onto the seat of the walker before her. The diaper came off last...and there was a certain relief he felt when he saw that it was clean.

His Fuckr buddy turned around then. Those piercing blue eyes looked him up and down.

"Disrobe," she said.

Sam blinked, pulled at the sash. Naked and clean from the shower, he folded the robe up roughly and set it on the bureau. She followed his movements...the clean, young skin and few visible muscles, the flaccid cock that swayed above his aching balls. There was nothing of approval or disapproval in that glance, just the mask of age...and he wondered what she thought of this, of him. If it was as weird for her as it was for Sam.

"Sit on the bed, please," she said.

He did. Hands on his knees, legs akimbo so that his cock and balls could hang over the edge. Wondering what would come next. He had to get hard, somehow...

There was a moment of shock, when her pale fingers fished in her mouth. The jaw worked, and then her dentures came out, with the pale pink gleam of fake gum, wet with spit. She set it down on the seat. With unsteady legs, holding onto the edge of the bed, she stepped toward him...sank down onto her knobbly knees...and Sam felt an inexplicable urge to help her, somehow, but wasn't sure how.

She looked up at him. Her mouth was somewhat fallen-in without the dentures, the blue-painted lips distorted. The voice had a bit of a gurgle.

"Think about how you would like to take me," she said...and then the mouth opened, and she popped one of those hard little candies into that a gaping black void with a small pink tongue...and she bent forward and slurped his soft cock into her mouth.

Sam shuddered as she gummed his cock. He could feel the hard, slowly-dissolving candy rub against his skin. Her tongue slid over his head with a practiced ease, the tip teased at his urethra...and perhaps because it had been months since his dick had touched any woman, Little Sam began to respond, almost immediately.

Maybe I can do this, Sam thought to himself as the silver-haired head began to bob up and down, the thin cheeks hollowed out as she slurped at his stiffening dick, and her mouth filled with sticky yellowish spit from the half-dissolved candy. Maybe this will be okay.

There's just one problem...