My Unexpected Houseguest Part 2 DrPssy I’m dead, that’s all I can say. I paced around my newly redone living room. Everything was different now. Theresa had only been gone about 30 minutes, just long enough for me to go and do something colossally stupid. As I turned for another lap, an explosion in my left foot interrupted my thoughts. I had stubbed my pinkie toe on this piece of shit couch belonging to my new nightmare, Theresa’s grandmother, Velna. I sat down on that very same piece of shit and cradled my injured digit and continued my musing.

There was no way I can get away with what I did. I ejaculated into her elderly, disabled grandmother’s beer; and the fat bitch drank it. Not only that, the old bag knew that I did it and wanted more. I just know that when Theresa gets home, the shit will hit the fan; I have about a half-hour to prepare to completely restructure my life. No more Theresa. No more of her smell, her touch, her sounds, her lust .

Hey, Budweiser!”

I really built myself a shit sandwich this time. No doubt about it. I wonder if jail will be like it is on TV, there HAS to be a law against what I had done. Right?

HEY, Budweiser!”

Maybe no one will believe her. She had just recently had a stroke, I can claim dementia. Yeah, dementia that might work.

HEY BUDWIESER!”

Fucking hell man, what does that old bitch want now?

My name is Malcolm, I growled back irritably. She had been living in my fucking study for a few days now while I was stuck in Bum-fuck China and she doesn’t even know my fucking name. Oh well, at least she will be gone soon. And what do you want?”

I want cum, the heavily accented voice rejoined and started laughing and then coughing.

I am so fucking dead.

I knew that even if she kept quiet and didn’t tell Theresa when she got home, she would invariably say something sometime to somebody. Then the game would be up. There was no way this shit could continue, I had to do something….

I limped down the hallway to what used to be my study, kicking the throw rugs to the side of the hall. At least when she is gone, I can get rid of all her old people stuff.

What do you say we just keep that between us? I implored the object of my despise as I stepped into the room and stopped dead in my tracks.

She had lowered the bed to its lowest setting, but most startling was the flabby breasts she had uncovered. I had a quick mental image of two slightly inflated hot air balloons. The massive pendulums lay on either side of her expansive belly, leaving the flat area between them stretched taught. Blue veins formed a spider web effect on the massive udders, leading to the huge nipples. The areola looked to be the size of a saucer. Wrinkled and hairy, it spanned at least 6 inches in circumference. Her titanic nipples, probably an inch and a half long, hung like forgotten Christmas ornaments from the ends of what must have once been an impressive rack. Now though, the bags flopped into their respective armpit as the old woman raised her arms above her head.

She grabbed the bar hanging above her to maneuvered higher into the bed. I now saw where the stroke had hit. Her left side was decidedly weaker than the other and slipped, almost sending her spilling onto the floor. In an instant, I was beside the bed helping her to right herself and slid the gown up to cover her colossal coconuts.

She fought me in this, saying Boobies breathe now, and pointed to the wheelchair I only now noticed in the corner. Chair, Budweiser.

My name is Malcolm, I affirmed again. Then under my breath as I went to retrieve the chair, You old bitch.”

When I want cum, she rejoined while she sat facing me on the side of the bed, your name Budweiser. And with that began her cackling laugh again.

I looked at her and saw no mercy on that lined face. I was at the mercy of my new worst enemy and she knew it. She must have seen the resignation in my eyes for she sighed and spoke again.

When Theresa here, no say nothing, she explained but I saw through the lie.

I raised my eyes from the floor to meet hers and squinted suspiciously, They don’t know you can still speak English, do they?”

Her chubby cracked face split into a nearly toothless grin. No, is better this way. More fun. The way she said that made me think she had been up to this for a while and I was right. Speaking in Lat since first…. The last word must have been Latvian for I had no idea what she said. Then her face turned downward. They all want me die, all family want my money. But you, you have many money. She looked me back in the eye and winked, And taste good too. Now help me in chair.”

I retrieved the chair and wheeled it to her bedside. I stood on her left; the weak side, in case the freaky old bird lost her balance and fell again; and lowered her into her chair. As I straightened up and worked my lower back from the strain, she made her move.

Hey, Budweiser, she said and grabbed my package with her right hand in an iron grip.

She now had my undivided attention as she squeezed roughly. I thought for less than a second of knocking the old woman’s hand away, but immediately thought better; she would surely bruise if I hit her. Not to mention she had me in a very secure grip. There was nothing I could do, I realized. She had me.

Yes, ma’am, I managed through clenched teeth.

I want cum. NOW, she squeezed harder and sweat beads broke out on my forehead. For an old lady who just had a stroke, she sure did have strong hands….at least her right one anyway.

Yes ma’am, I croaked and her grip loosened noticeably. I attempted to back away from her eagle claw of a hand, thinking she wanted another beer, but she again tightened up. I immediately knew she had other plans.

No beer, she smirked darkly. Only cum.”

Aww shit, what do I do now?

However, the choice of action was taken from me as she used her surprisingly strong and ripped the button clean off of my pants and opened the zipper, headed toward her goal.

The bitch is nuts, strong….damn strong…but nuts.

The I felt her take my sack gently into her hands and lift me clear of the now loosened pants. I turned my head towards the ceiling, closed my eyes and prayed that this would be over quickly.

Beautiful black and another unintelligible Latvian word.

I then felt a familiar sensation. Velna had stuck her face right into the area between by sack and my legs and inhaled deeply. Meanwhile, her strong hand began to gently stroke the member loosely lying in her hand. I won’t lie; it felt surprisingly good but in a weird kind of way. She definitely knew how to give a good tug job, that for sure. In a matter of seconds, despite my inner turmoil, I felt myself begin to inflate in her hand.

I looked down to see the stringy grey hair on top of the elderly disabled woman’s head as she smelled my crotch. This was just too weird; it was too much like Theresa would do. My cock was confused too. When I thought about whom my masturbatrix actually was, I went softer, but if I closed my eyes, I was back to full staff.

The delicious feel of her soft hands sliding up and down my most sensitive of sensitives left me in a state of limbo. It was good as far as handjobs go; everyman wants a woman to stroke him off, but this one….no one would have picked this woman to play with his dong. I was kind of surprised when her hand seemed to lubricate and started to glide effortlessly along my now fully erect manhood. I looked down and saw that a river of precum was starting to flow from the slit on my tip.

Velna noticed this too and using a jagged maw seemed to breathe my cock in. Instantly, I realized I was receiving the only unwanted blowjob of my life. I felt my ears burn with shame because even though I didn’t want it to, if anything I got harder. Velna took this as a sign and slammed her face forward until her nose tickled in my pubic hair.

I was fully lodged into the elderly woman’s throat. An 80 something woman was deepthroating me. I know I am not huge, but I have only had compliments from my lovers, so I take it I am slightly larger than average. Theresa seemed to like it, that’s all that ever mattered to me.

Velna did something that upped the notch again. She reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks, locking me in place. Then she did something, I was totally unprepared for .she swallowed, over and over again.

Guys, if you can get her to, have a woman swallow with you halfway to her stomach. Every other blowjob from then on will pale in comparison.

The constriction and release of Velna’s throat became my entire world. I did not care if this elderly woman ruined my life. I did not care about anything; all I wanted was for her to go on squeezing and releasing my cock head forever.

I felt the familiar itch begin to spread throughout my body, when I heard the front door close and what sounded like Theresa and Regina, her pretentious mother. Now this was too much. I haven’t been home for an hour and my world has turned completely upside down. My orgasm subsided in fear.

Malcolm, where are you? my precious called out in a singsong voice.

I desperately tried to pull back but felt a talon latch on to my ball sack. Unh, unh, unh, Velna warned, slamming me back into her throat. I groaned as she continued clenching and relaxing her muscles around my shaft.

Maybe he’s with Mother, darling. Regina supplied sounding as if she were starting down the hallway. Indeed, her heels clacked loudly on the hardwood floors leading to the study.

OK, mom, I’ll be there in a minute, I gotta pee.”

Don’t say pee honey, its dirty, Regina admonished as the door to the bathroom latched closed.

Yes, mother.”

I began to weep. It was over. I was being a smart ass and doing something to get even and look where it got me.

Then Regina stepped into the room and almost fell coming to a stop. I still can only imagine what was going through her head as she came in and found her topless mother sitting in a wheelchair, swallowing her daughter’s black boyfriend’s cock while his eye held nothing but sorrow.

My tear filled eyes met hers but saw not disgust, revulsion, anger, or even pity. Instead, she appeared consumed with desire. As I watched, her entire posture changed markedly. I wiped my eyes and noticed that her nipples had become instantly erect as she stepped into the room, and whispered Latvian into her mother’s ear.

Then into mine You had better hurry up and cum, Reece is in the bathroom. With that, she looked down and stroked her mother’s stringy grey hair lovingly. And you soooo owe me one too.”

That did it. As the toilet flushed, I closed my eyes and began to spew directly into Velna’s warm gullet, but she would have none of it. She quickly pulled me from her mouth, tilted her head back, and held the tip on her lips as she slid her pale hand along my dark dick. Shots of slimy white jizm shot up the cragged face toward her forehead while we heard Theresa begin to wash her hands.

Being completely spent, I opened my eyes to see Regina walking toward the door, licking her hand. Apparently, some of my sperm had landed on her in the excitement. As my breathing returned to normal, I looked down to see that Velna looked like a warm glazed doughnut. I had literally covered her face. She had white rivulets making its way through the crevices of her cheeks and forehead. There was cum dangling from the sparse hair atop her head. Pools of the warm slime sat in the hollows of her eye sockets, clump her eyelashes together. One trail seemed to lead straight from the tip of my cock, vertically across her upper lip and directly into the regale, if ancient nose.

The door to the bathroom opened and I saw Regina turn the corner and begin down the hall. Velna, meanwhile, coaxed the last few dribbles that emerged from my member and sucked on the tip. I shuddered at the pleasure/pain that ran along my spine.

Mother is sleeping dear, the uptight mother lied to her daughter, and Malcolm is probably upstairs asleep as well. He’s had a long flight you know, jet lag and all. Why don’t we go and get dinner from that Thai place in town? We’ll be back in about 20 minutes.”

The last, it seemed, she said to Velna and I instead of Theresa.

Yeah, Theresa relented, I haven’t ate takeout in a while.”

Eaten dearest, Regina corrected as she walked back toward the kitchen and the front door. You haven’t eaten takeout in a while.

Yes, mother, Theresa grumbled sounding resigned to forever having her speech corrected.

Only when the front door closed, did Velna release my limp dick and lick her lips. She used the fingers of her right hand to scrape what slime she could from her face directly into her mouth, where she seemed to revel in the taste of my cream. I need washcloth, Malcolm, after you get new pants, the disabled devil said, showing that she did in fact know my name after all. Like cum to dry on face, feel good. And hurry up, Ginny only give you twenty minutes. Get ready to cum again. She smiled and sat back with her drooping breasts still bared, all the while she having never opened her eyes

I was halfway up the stairs before it dawned on me what she said last

Get ready to cum…again? Now what did she mean by that?