Never too old

I sat there, staring at the young boy’s genitals. I couldn’t believe how big his penis was. It was circumcised and looked at least 5″ long

My name is Elizabeth, but everybody calls me Liz. I am 78 years old now, and look like a traditional Norman Rockwell grandmother. I live in a trailer park in Houston Texas, and the story I’m going to tell you happened four years ago.

I’ve been widowed for 20 years, and living alone. The trailer next to me had a single mother, Karen and her young son Tony. Karen worked during the day, so Tony was a latchkey kid. Tony was 12 and was a good kid, and behaved himself when left alone, but Karen had asked me to look in on him every now and again, just to make sure he wasn’t getting into trouble.

The incident I’m going to tell you about happened on a Tuesday. I saw Tony out of my kitchen window, riding his bike around the trailer park. After about 30 minutes, there was a knock on my door. It was Tony, and he was doubled over crying and clutching his crotch.

“My foot slipped off the pedal and I landed on that stupid bar.” he cried.

“Okay, come on in here and sit down. I’ll go get some ice.” I told him as I ushered him over to the sofa.

I went out to the kitchen and loaded up an ice pack. Then I went back out to the living room and sat down next to Tony and handed him the ice pack. He placed it on top of his crotch.

“The ice should keep it from swelling. We’ll watch Wheel of Fortune while you ice it down.” I told him as I picked up the remote control to the TV.

After about 10 minutes, I asked him how it felt. He said it still hurt a lot, and he didn’t think the ice was helping.

“Maybe your pants are too thick for the cold to get through. Maybe you should take them off.” I suggested to him.

He didn’t give it a second thought. He set the icepack aside, stood up and pushed his pants down below his knees. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, and before I could say, you don’t need to take those off, they were down around his knees with his pants.

Then he sat back down, picked up the ice pack with one hand, while he used the other hand to move his penis out of the way. Then he set the ice pack directly on his testicles.

I sat there, staring at the young boy’s genitals. I couldn’t believe how big his penis was. It was circumcised and looked at least 5″ long, and was completely limp. This boy’s penis was bigger flaccid, than my husband’s was, when he was hard.

I was a virgin when I married my husband, and he’s the only man I’ve ever had sex with. Even so, in speaking with girlfriends throughout the years, I knew my husband had a small penis. But since it was the only penis I’d ever had sex with, I was perfectly happy with it.

This was the first time in my life I had ever been face to face with a big penis, and I couldn’t believe it was attached to a twelve-year-old boy.

After a few minutes, I shook myself out of my trance. “Are you starting to feel any better?” I asked him.

“Yes. It does feel better now.” He said. We continued to watch Wheel of Fortune for about the next 20 minutes, when he said the ice melted and handed me back the ice bag.

“Do you want some more ice?” I asked him, as I took the opportunity to stare at his huge penis again.

“No, I feel better now.” He said as he stood up and pulled his pants back up.

“Thank you for helping me.” He said as he went out the door and got back on his bike.

“Anytime, just ride carefully now.” I told him as he rode away.

I went back and sat on the sofa, and while I was watching Jeopardy, I replayed what just happened in my mind. I kept picturing that enormous penis in my mind.

My husband was around 5″ fully hard, and that boys penis looked bigger than that, and it was flaccid. I’ve never seen a penis that big before.

It has been over 20 years since I self lubricated, but it sure felt like I was getting wet down there. Thinking about that little boy’s huge penis seemed to have woken up something inside of me that I thought was long dead.

A couple of weeks went by before I saw Karen. I was sitting on the porch having a glass of iced tea, when she pulled up in her car after work.

She got out of the car and brought some bags of groceries inside. A couple minutes later she came back out and came over to where I was sitting.

“I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Tony a couple weeks ago. He told me about his accident and that you helped him out. I appreciate it.” She told me.

“Oh, that was nothing. My pleasure.” I told her, smiling broadly. “He’s a very, blessed, boy.”

“Oh, you mean his cock?” She asked me, eyebrows raised. It was a little weird, hearing a mother refer to her son’s penis as a cock.

She started giggling when she saw the look on my face. Then she asked me, “did you see it hard?”

“No, of course not.” I said defensively.

This caused her to laugh even harder. “I’m sorry Liz, I’m not accusing you of anything. I was just curious to know if he popped a chubby in front of you.” Karen said.

“Liz honey, you should see his cock hard. It’s, magnificent.” She whispered to me. I felt that tingling in my vagina again, like I was getting wet.

“But, he’s a child. He doesn’t even have pubic hair yet.” I told her.

She leaned closer to me, “when his cock is hard, it’s 7″ long and you can’t close your hand around it. How big was your husband when he was alive?” She whispered.

“Nowhere near that big.” I whispered back.

“Have you ever had one that big?” She asked me.

“No, I’ve only been with my husband.” I replied.

“He takes after his father, who was the same size at his age. By the time he turned 18, he had over 9”. She told me.

“Is his father still in his life?” I asked her.

“No, he joined the Army right out of high school. Tony was six. Nine months later he was in Afghanistan, and three months after that, he was dead.” She replied.

I think she could tell by the look on my face that I was doing the math. She helped me out by giggling and saying, “Tony’s daddy got me pregnant when he was 12. I was his babysitter.”

“Oh.” Was all I could say. I sat there thinking about what she was saying to me, and I had to admit, it piqued my curiosity.

“Have you done anything with Tony?” I asked her.

“Well, just between you and me, I taught him how to satisfy himself when he gets hard, which is often.” She confided in me.

“Look Liz, Tony has a big cock. Girls are going to be after him the rest of his life, there’s no reason why we shouldn’t get our share of it.” She told me, with a big grin on her face. “It’s not like we’re making babies, or are going to get married, we’re just making each other feel good.”

I had to admit, she certainly had a different perspective on family relations than what I was accustomed to.

We chatted for a few more minutes before she said she had to run home and get supper ready for Tony.

Over the next couple of days, I thought a lot about Tony and his abnormally large penis. I began to wonder if I would get to see it again.

About a week later, Karen knocked on my door. She told me her mother had a fall, and broke her hip and she needed to go be with her. She wanted to know if Tony could stay with me for a few days.

Suddenly, an image of Tony’s large penis flashed in my mind, and I quickly agreed. Two hours later, Tony was at my doorstep with his overnight bag.

“Great you’re just in time. I ordered a pizza, and it should be here any minute now.” I told Tony as I open the door to allow him in.

“Oh good, I love pizza.” He told me as he put his overnight bag down.

Let’s put that stuff in the guest room. I told him as I led him to the guest bedroom. Then we went back out into the living room to watch TV and wait for the pizza.

“Do you have any homework you need to do?” I ask him.

“No, I did it after school.” He told me. Just then, the doorbell rang. It was the pizza guy. We set up TV trays, and ate pizza while we watched Jeopardy.

Once we were finished, and I put away the TV trays in the dishes, I asked Tony “do you normally shower at night or in the morning?”

“At night. Mom says there’s never enough time in the morning, cuz it takes her so long to wake me up.” He told me.

Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get your shower out of the way and then we can watch some more TV before you go to bed. I told him. He jumped up and headed to the bathroom.

A few minutes later I heard the shower running. About 10 minutes later, I heard the shower shut off.

Tony came walking out of the bathroom into the living room, completely naked. His penis was hard, and pointing toward the ceiling. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.

“Mommy said if I got a stiffy, I should show it to you, cuz you never seen a big one.” Tony told me, standing there facing me, hands on his hips.

I sat there, staring at his enormous penis. I was transfixed. I could see out of my peripheral vision, a hand moving towards the large hard penis. I saw it was my hand. I grasped his penis. The head and about an inch of the shaft poked out of the top of my fist.

I gently squeezed it, and felt it begin to thicken immediately. I slowly began to pull it up to cover the head of his penis, then gently down.

It was so fat, my fingers didn’t touch as I held it in my hand. I began to slowly masturbate the child. Very slowly, stroking my hands up and down the hard long shaft.

After half a dozen strokes, Tony put his hands on mine and said, “you better stop. I’m going to cum.”

“It’s okay, your young and I’m sure you’ll get hard again quickly.” I told him, as I continued to stroke his penis. Within seconds, his penis swelled in my hand, and a long string of cum shot out. He was bucking up and down, making it difficult to stroke him. Difficult, but not impossible.

I continued to stroke him, until he pulled my hand off saying it starting to tickle. I got up to get a washcloth to clean up the sperm. I came back a few minutes later and took the warm washcloth and wiped all the sperm off of his stomach and then wrapped it around his penis to get that clean, and he was still hard.

I remembered my husband would get soft shortly after ejaculating, but Tony was as hard as he was before I masturbated him.

“How long will you stay hard?” I asked the boy.

“Well, if I start playing with it again, it’ll stay hard for a really long time. If I don’t probably another half hour or so.” He replied.

I wanted to touch it again. It ignited a fire deep inside me that I thought went out a long time ago. Tony picked up his pants and started to get dressed.

“Wait a second Tony.” I said. “Would you mind staying naked? I really enjoy looking at your body.” I said to the boy.

“Yeah, I love being naked. I’m almost always naked at home with Mom.” He replied, big smile on his face.

“Does your mom get naked with you?” I asked him.

“Yeah, sometimes.” He said. “Why don’t you get naked too?”

“Oh, I’m an old lady. You don’t want to see me naked.” I replied dismissively.

“Yes I do.” He said. “I even told Mom I want to see you naked. She said I should just ask.”

Just then I noticed it was 10:30 comma and Tony had school the next day.

“Well, it’s late and you need to get to bed. Tomorrow’s Friday, so you can stay up later. Maybe I’ll get naked with you tomorrow night.” I told the boy.

“Okay” he said excitedly. He jumped up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, then into the guest room and got into bed. I couldn’t help but notice he got in bed naked. I hope when I went in to wake him up in the morning, he had a morning erection like my husband used to.

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