Meanwhile, Anthony answers a different call for help

It was six forty five in the evening when Anthony got the call. He glanced down at his phone and saw Lynn Odenfell's name sprawled on the screen. For a moment, he considered letting it go to voicemail. Then, some small nugget of guilt pushed him to pick up the phone.

"Hey Lynn, is everything okay?"

The voice on the other end was shaky and weak. It barely even sounded like the woman Anthony knew.

"Please come over, Anthony. I need you."

"What's wrong, Lynn?"

"Please hurry, I...ngh...need you."

With that, the phone call ended. Anthony's whole body shook. His heart played like a drumbeat in his ears. Something horrible had happened to the poor old woman and it was all his fault. He considered calling the cops, then quickly decided against it. What would they do to him if they started asking him questions about the seeds? He would be screwed!

"I'll go over there and check on her. Maybe she just fell or something. Yeah, old people do that."

Anthony couldn't shake the image of the old lady sprawled out on the floor, inches from ****. It was all his fault. If he had just bought the seeds she requested and not some dark web knock off...

"I have to stop thinking like that. I'm going to go nuts if I keep going down that path."

Twenty five minutes later, Anthony arrived at Lynn Odenfell's front door. There was a small note tucked into the door handle that read:

Anthony, the door is unlocked. Please come in right away.

"Well at least she's in good enough health to write a note."

Anthony pushed open the door and was immediately hit with a strong floral scent. He glanced around and saw nothing but red everywhere he looked. Apparently, Lynn had brought in a large quantity of the flowers before the garden was trampled.

"Lynn, are you in here?"

A soft voice answered from deeper in the house, "I'll be right out. Please sit on the couch and close your eyes."

Anthony suddenly felt very uneasy. He remembered the way the older woman had touched him and tried to kiss him earlier in the week. What fresh humiliation might he face at Lynn's hands? Still, he obeyed the woman's command, sitting down on the couch and closing his eyes. In the end, he was obedient to a fault - mostly as a result of his mother.

As Anthony sat there, he began to notice how thick the air was with the smell of flowers. The scent made Anthony's head spin and his body grow warm.

"Alright, I'm coming! Make sure your eyes are closed!" Lynn giggled. She didn't sound right. Her voice was too soft and energetic. This was not the voice of a sixty eight year old.

Anthony heard light footfalls bounding towards him and then felt the seat next to him on the couch depress.

"Keep your eyes closed!" Lynn demanded.

"Um Lynn, what is this?"

Lynn giggled, "I just want to give you a little surprise."

Before Anthony could react, he felt her lips on his. Just like last time, Anthony froze up like a deer in the headlights. However, that was the only thing this kiss had in common with the last. Before, Anthony had felt the wrinkles and dryness of Lynn's cheeks as they pressed against his. He had smelled something stale while kissing her. There had been no doubt it was a sixty eight year old kissing him.

This kiss was completely different. The lips that kissed Anthony were supple and full. The taste in Anthony's mouth was deliciously sweet. He could smell the woman - sweat and flowery perfume. The hands that caressed Anthony's back were strong, yet soft. Everything he felt from Lynn screamed youth and raw sexual charisma. Despite himself, Anthony began to get hard.

After a few seconds, Lynn broke the kiss.

"Open your eyes, lover boy."

Anthony braced himself. After this second kiss, he didn't think he could look the clearly addled old woman in the eyes.

Anthony opened his eyes and what he saw flabbergasted him. The woman sitting inches away from him looked young. Very young. Hell, she looked like she could be graduating with Anthony in a few months. She was also beautiful in a way that made Anthony's heart sink into his belly.

"Who the hell are you?" Anthony cried, getting to his feet.

"Who do you think, silly? It's me, Lynn!"

The woman reclined on the sofa. It was then that Anthony realized she was naked. He let out a sputtering gasp as his eyes drank in her body.

The young man's eyes immediately went to the woman's breasts. They were...perfect. They were two luscious tear drops that seemed to take up the woman's entire chest. The nipples were plump and pink and begging to be sucked. Jesus, those were lovely boobs. Hell, they were even bigger than Bonnie's!

Why the hell would you think about that? Anthony chided himself.

The rest of the woman's body was just as lovely. She had creamy, smooth skin with a rosy hue. Her body curved in a way that demanded Anthony's attention.

There was no way this could be Lynn Odenfell, the sixty eight year old widow. She was so young and perky and...stacked! However, the more Anthony looked at the woman, the more he became convinced of the impossible. For one thing, the woman's hair was the same steel gray as Lynn's - the only difference was that this woman's hair was lush and curly. She wore a red blossom in her hair, making her look like a nubile goddess of nature.

The woman's face also looked eerily similar to Lynn's. She had a small mole just below her lip on the right-hand side, just like Lynn had. Her eyes were the same pretty grayish-green color. Her smile certainly was the same.

"What happened to you, Lynn?"

Lynn sprang to her feet, causing her bulging tits to bounce in a way that nearly brought Anthony to his knees. Her body was so sexy it almost hurt to look at her.

"Something wonderful! I feel half a century younger and I look hotter than I ever did before!" Lynn got close, pressing her naked figure against Anthony. "And it's all thanks to you."

"Luh-Luh-Lynn, I, erm, uh, really, ng, have to go."

Lynn wrapped her arms around Anthony and began to kiss him on the neck. There was no hiding his erection by this point. It bulged obscenely against the front of his jeans.

"Really, Lynn! I shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong. Besides, I have someone I like."

Lynn smiled deviously and took Anthony's hands in her own.

"Right, you have that crush of yours. Could these maybe persuade you?"

Lynn took Anthony's hands and brought them down on her big, perky breasts. Anthony let out a sound that was half moan, half sob. A dark spot formed on the fabric of his jeans.

Many times, Anthony had fantasized about what boobs really felt like. Never in his life had he imagined a pair would feel this good! Lynn's breasts were soft, yet firm. Before he knew it, Anthony was squeezing and hefting those perfect tits.

"But I like, ugh, Bonnie!" Anthony pleaded.

The smell of the flowers became thicker. Anthony's head swam. His vision grew blurry.

"You can run off and try to get the attention of a girl who may not even like you," Lynn whispered in Anthony's ear. "Or you can stay and do anything you want with me."

Anthony tried. He really did. In the end, he broke. How could he not? In the end, he was eighteen year old with hormones surging through his bloodstream, faced with the apotheosis of female lust and beauty. His choice was understandable. Still, it came with consequences.

As Anthony and Lynn collapsed into a puddle of lust on the couch, a string of calls and texts arrived on Anthony's phone, each one more urgent than the last. Anthony ignored all of them. He was too busy feeling up every inch of Lynn's perfect body. Eventually, Bonnie stopped trying to contact him. By then, he was naked and balls deep within Lynn's pussy. The sounds of raw, bestial fucking filled the room. Unbeknownst to the two lovers, the flowers scattered through the house began to close in.