I stared up at Enid, too stunned to speak. Had my neighbor, who had to be at least fifty years my senior, really just asked me to eat her pussy?

Abruptly, I released my hold on her tits. She continued stroking my cock, which remained stubbornly hard. 

"Enid," I finally said, "I think this has gone too far."

She raised her eyebrows. "Really, Hank, you mean to tell me you don't go down on your pretty girlfriend?"

Of course I went down on Paisley. All the time. But she was my age, while Enid was as old as my grandmother. Though I'd had plenty of fantasies about MILFs, I'd never jerked off while imagining my face between a GILF's legs.

"I promise I won't keep you at it for too long," Enid went on, offering another teasing wink. "Now, let's go to the bedroom where we'll be more comfortable."

I hadn't agreed to anything more than sucking her tits. Still, I sat up, feeling dazed and shamefully horny from her hand on my dick. Enid rose from the couch and started out of the room. Looking over her shoulder, she merely smiled upon finding I hadn't moved to follow her.

"You might as well take your clothes off in here," she said. "I want to see every inch of you."

Then she was gone, down that short hallway leading to the apartment's single bedroom. 

I considered putting away my cock, grabbing my sneakers, and running downstairs to my own apartment. If Paisley ever found out about this, she would dump my ass on the spot. She'd also call me a fucking weirdo for letting an old lady bribe me into oral sex.

But my girlfriend would never know. I sure as hell wasn't talking, and I was certain Enid wouldn't, either.

Slowly, I stood and stripped out of my T-shirt and jeans. Moments later, I'd removed my socks and briefs. My dick pointed upward, making a mockery of my shame.

I headed toward Enid's bedroom, where I had little time to take in the décor, for my stare was immediately drawn to her lying in the bed. She hadn't bothered to cover her naked body. Instead, she smiled and opened her legs, inviting me between them. 

This time, I didn't avert my eyes. Instead, I gazed upon her long hair, which she'd taken loose from its bun. And I studied the way her large breasts sloped toward her armpits. 

Allowing my stare to move lower, I briefly focused on her belly. She had a bit of a paunch, unlike Paisley's flat stomach. Her thighs were thick, too. 

And her pussy... I was both squeamish and fascinated by the sight of Enid's thick, mostly gray pubic hair.

Seeing what had caught my attention, she patted those unruly curls. "I would have done some trimming if I'd known I was going to get lucky today. I understand you younger folks tend to wax or shave most of your body hair." 

Again, she regarded my dick. And yes, I was shaved smooth. It was how Paisley wanted me.

Taking another deep breath, I tried to rally my courage. All I had to do was lick her pussy. With any luck, she'd come quickly, and I could get the hell out of there. While I'd enjoyed sucking and playing with her big tits, this was another matter. 

When I climbed on the bed, Enid's smile widened. 

"Hope you're hungry," she said in that low voice, now familiar to me.

I settled between her legs, my face just inches from her pussy. Breathing in, I was greeted by the scent of her arousal. It was stronger than Paisley's. Sometimes, my girlfriend had little scent at all. But Enid's curls were damp, matted with her juices. 

Using her fingers, she spread her outer labia apart to reveal the glistening folds within. Immediately, a crude term popped into my mind: meat curtains.

Oh yes, Enid definitely had those! Again, I was struck by how different she was from Paisley. My girlfriend's inner labia were small, easily tucked away and out of sight unless she spread herself wide.

A beam of sunlight fell upon Enid's sex, illuminating her large clitoral hood. Growing braver, I dared to draw it back so I could get a look at her pearl. 

The sight of that pink bud, already swollen, had my mouth watering. Before I could lose my nerve, I extended my tongue and gave Enid's clit a swift lick.

She released an encouraging moan in response. I tasted a trace of salt, and the distinct tang of pussy. Returning to the task, I nudged her hood with my tongue and then continued exploring. My dick pulsed when I suckled at her inner lips, drawing those hot folds into my mouth.

"Mmm, that's good!" Enid praised. 

Soon, I could smell and taste only her cunt. My face burned from the realization that I was leaking pre-cum onto this woman's bed. I hated being aroused by this act, but that didn't stop me from teasing Enid's entrance with my tongue. She let out a soft cry and began rocking her hips, which persuaded me to focus on her clit.

It didn't take me long to learn that she was quite sensitive, preferring that her large hood remain a barrier between her clitoris and my tongue for the most part. Closing my eyes, I felt the sun's warmth on my cheek as I feasted on Enid's pussy. The smell was heady, almost intoxicating; it excited me in a way I never imagined possible. 

"Oh, Hank, that tongue of yours is incredible!" she sighed, then moved her fingers, slick with pussy juice, to my hair. Her firm grasp on my curls made my hips give an involuntary thrust.

I slid a finger inside her. She wasn't tight like Paisley, but then, I hadn't expected her to be. While caressing her inner walls, I delivered sensual licks to her clitoris. She tolerated the direct stimulation with only a whimper, and when her thighs began quivering, I knew my efforts would quickly pay off.

Her orgasm wasn't loud and dramatic like my girlfriend's; Enid made little sound other than a guttural moan, but her pussy worked to clench around my finger, again and again, and I sensed the rhythmic contractions coursing through her muscles.

Even after her climax subsided, I stayed where I was. I told myself since she'd given up two hundred dollars for this, I should do a damn good job and make her come more than once.

But in the back of my mind, doubt bloomed like an invasive weed. Was I really intent on keeping my face buried in Enid's pussy simply out of obligation? Or could I actually be... enjoying this?

It turned out my dick wasn't tuned in to the guilty rumblings of my conscience. No, it happily stayed rock-hard while weeping precum. 

Enid stroked my hair, and I noticed her body remained tense, as if poised for another orgasm. With my tongue, I teased her clit, careful to avoid overstimulation. Soon, both her hands were holding onto my head, and her hips struck up a sensual rhythm. 

Closing my eyes, I drew her hooded pearl between my lips and suckled with the same passion I'd shown her nipples. She let out a cry that sounded almost pained just before a powerful spasm rippled through her entire body.

My tongue continued its pleasuring until she groaned, "Ooh, I can't! No more, Hank!"

Lifting my head, I didn't bother to hide my grin. Enid looked down at me, still breathing fast. Then she laughed low and soft.

"You appear quite proud of yourself," she said.

I merely shrugged, then rose until I was resting on my knees. After wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I noticed Enid's stare had dropped to my dick. 

Which was still hard. My erection had only strengthened as I brought her to orgasm.

While lying before me, Enid played with her nipples. I watched, mesmerized by the sight of her rolling those peaks between her fingers. 

"Hank." Her voice was just above a whisper. Our eyes met, and her smile widened. "I have another offer for you."

My gulp was audible in the otherwise quiet room. Of course, I knew what she was going to say. Yet I still placed a palm on her thigh, mere inches from the pussy I'd just devoured. "I'm listening, Enid."

"We can forget all about that little accident," she told me. "We'll pretend it never happened. If..."

My hand crept higher; I felt the heat of her cunt now. "If?" 

Enid's eyes were bright. In that moment, I could easily picture how she must have looked as a young woman.

And of course, her response was not at all grandmotherly:

"If you fuck me with that gorgeous cock."