The Boy

Lois gave the matter due consideration before making the decision. The young woman left, and the reporter sauntered over, feeling how her weight had settled on her—heavier in the hips, more swing to the breasts. She wondered if this was really what it was like, being old.

If so...not that bad.

Lois moved close to the young man. He was clean...skin unblemished, with a hint of freckles on his arms and shoulders. She couldn't see his face, because of the mask, which ruled a few things out...but then again, older women were used to taking what they wanted, weren't they?

The reporter's hands reached down to cup his balls. The reaction was almost immediate. Lois felt the skin shrink in her hand as they tightened, the cock springing to life with strange and terrible rapidity, the head of the stiff organ tapping his belly button.

"Good boy," Lois' husky voice sounded matronly. "Can you hear me?"

The head nodded.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?"

A moment's hesitation...and then the head shook side to side. Something in Lois thrilled at that.

"But you have had...experiences?" Her hand started to rub the based of his balls, tickling the bit of skin between his testes and his asshole. The young man shifted his legs to widen his stance, giving her better access. He nodded once.

"Well...I think it's time for a new experience." Her other hand reached out to grasp his right nipple, pinching it between her fingers. "One that is very enjoyable for the both of us."