You find something interesting

While going through Sandra's wardrobe, you find something interesting tucked away in her underwear drawer. Your eyes widen as you pull out a vibrator, its shape and size sending a jolt of excitement through you. You pick it up, a smirk playing on your lips Sandra's memories flood your mind, revealing her secret life after her husband's ****. She had been a wild one, sleeping with various men in town, and when she wasn't, she kept herself satisfied with an array of sex toys.

"What a naughty old slut I am," you think, a blush spreading across your wrinkled cheeks. You can't resist the urge to try it out, your curiosity piqued. You sit on the bed, your heart pounding with anticipation. You start by massaging your sagging breasts with one hand, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. With the other hand, you bring the vibrator to your wrinkled, old pussy, inserting it gently inside your sagging loose lips.

You turn the vibrator on, setting it to a normal mode. Your body jolts as the vibrations course through you, your old frame trembling with pleasure. You can't moan, your aged vocal cords unable to produce the sounds of your ecstasy, but your breath hitches. You clench the bedsheet, your knuckles turning white as waves of pleasure wash over you.

Emboldened, you increase the intensity, setting the vibrator to its highest mode. Your pussy drips, the moisture seeping out as you writhe on the bed. You can feel the pleasure building, your body tensing as you approach orgasm. Suddenly, you lose control of your bladder, a stream of urine squirting out, mixing with your juices. The smell of piss fills the room, but you're too lost in pleasure to care. The orgasm hits you hard, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. You pass out, the intensity too much for your old body to handle.

You wake up an hour later, your body and the bed soaked in your urine. The smell is pungent, but you can't help the smile that spreads across your face. "That was intense," you think, a chuckle escaping your lips. "I have to do this again. Never thought sweet grandma was so naughty."

You quickly clean yourself up, taking a shower to wash away the remnants of your adventure. You dress in a yellow floral sundress, the fabric soft against your skin. You grab a handbag, the remote tucked safely in your handbag. Looking at yourself in the mirror you blow a kiss at your reflection, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Eric, son, I'm coming," you say, mimicking Sandra's voice perfectly. You're ready to prank your friend, your body still tingling from the intense orgasm. This is going to be fun.