Old Mary wanted my Cock.

I have lived next door to Mary for many years; in time, we became good friends. I have always made time for a chat when I knew she needed one.
She had lived alone since her husband died ten years ago, and she always kept herself to herself.
Never wanting to pry, I could always tell in her voice that she was lonely, so our little chats over the fence became somewhat of a comfort to her.
Since my divorce, she has been the only source of adult conversation I get nowadays.
I have been divorced for a while, so I know how lonely it can be when there is just you in the house.
I am in my fifties, and because of my job, I do not get the chance to even try and meet anyone new, so for now I just sit and drink myself stupid on weekends.


Then something happened I didn't expect: Mary leant on the fence and shouted me over.
"Can you help me, please? My powers have gone off and I can't finish my washing."
I guess her fuse had gone, so I replied,
"No problem will pop up."
Entering her house for the first time, she showed me where her fuse box was, and I proceeded to sort out the issues she was having.
"It's the fuse that's tripped, Mary; all sorted," I said as the power came back on.
"Thank you so much for that. I'm lost with those sorts of things. My husband used to be the fixer, but it's down to me now."
"You're welcome, Mary; not a problem anytime, ok?"
I then stepped down off the little ladder and noticed that her bedroom door was open, and at the side of her bed, you could see a large collection of sex toys with some rather large vibrators.
Various sixes and, I must say, one rather large one
To be honest, for a woman of her age, I am surprised that she still wanted to pleasure herself.
She is in her early seventies, I am sure, and still looks fit for her age—not chubby, but quite firm, I must say.
When she realised that I had seen the toys, she seemed a little embarrassed, but what she said next I did not expect.
Sorry, I should have closed my door; I didn't expect you to see those."
"It's totally ok, Mary; it's actually nice to see someone your age still wanting to pleasure yourself." I said.
"Well, it's all I have now; don't get a chance of a real cock nowadays."
That comment nearly floored me; it made me smile that she came out with it, but we laughed and made our way to her kitchen.
She made me a cuppa, and we sat chatting for some time. I did not broach the subject of her toys in case I embarrassed her, but I did not worry about what she had just said.
"I hope you don't think I'm too old to want sex; those toys are all I have now. Me and my husband loved to fuck, but now he's gone, all I can do is use those bloody things."
We both laughed, and all I could do was agree that not having sex is a pain, but what can you do if you do not have a partner?
She then surprised me by asking when was the last time I had a home-cooked meal. "Not in a year, Mary, since my wife left."
"How about coming around Saturday? I will cook us both a roast as a thank you for fixing my fuse, and I won't take no for an answer."
"How can I refuse a roast? I would love it too."
When I made my way home, those thoughts of Mary lying there with one of her toys were an image I did not expect to have.


The weekend came, and I thought that Mary’s roast was something I had looked forward to all week.
Picking up the bottle of wine I bought, I made my way over to Mary’s house.
The smell of cooking greeted me at the door, and Mary stood in her floral summer dress.
Ushering me into the lounge and presenting her with wine, I put a smile on her face and said it all.


"Take a seat, she said. "Dinner won't be long."
After ten minutes, we sat down to the best roast I had had in the year, thanking her. We poured wine and chatted all evening.
During our conversations, she again apologised for seeing her toys.
Mary, it's fine, okay, like I said, if those things give you some pleasure, then that's what they are there for."
I guess the wine we had drunk kicked in as she replied, "
"To be honest, they don't have the same effect as a man's cock pounding the hell out of your pussy."
I did not seem to drink, but her comment surprised me a little: this old lady still wanting to fuck at her age, and that she uses vibrators, made me think it's a shame she was on her own.
She then made an excuse to go to the loo, and I guess the amount of wine we had affected her more than I had.
On her return, I noticed that her dress was tucked into her knickers; she bent over to pick up something, and I was surprised to see that she was wearing a very revealing pair of see-through pants.
Not wanting to embarrass her, I just said, "
Mary, you might want to just pull your dress down a bit."
"Turning to me, she realised her predicament and quickly tidied herself up.
Thinking she would be shocked at what I had seen, she said,
Oops, sorry, it's been a while since any guys have seen me in my pants."
We both laughed, and I had to say,
"It's been a while since I've seen a woman's pants, let alone ones like yours."
Again, we laughed and drank more wine.
As we chatted, I noticed my cock started to bulge in my pants; the sight of Mary's pants just set it off, and I had to adjust myself so Mary didn't notice.
Her keen eye spotted my own predicament, to which she said,
It looks like someone is feeling horny."
In complete shock, I just said,
"Well, at least it still works." "From here, it looks huge," she said.
"Reasonable, I think," I replied.
"It looks as big as one of my toys," she said.
Looking down at my now throbbing cocks, I said,
"Also, it doesn't need batteries," I said laughingly.
Our conversations are now becoming rather erotic, and she asked me something I didn't expect.
"Would you mind if I could see it? I would understand if you said no, but it's been years since I've seen a man's hard cock."
I guess the wine was having an effect on us both when I just said,
"Mary, after that meal and your wonderful company, I can't ask for anything.
Standing up, I unzipped my trousers, and my 8-inch solid cock flopped out in front of Mary's face.
"My god, that's huge, and it looks so hard. Can I touch it?"
Nervously, I said, "Go for it."
With that, I felt Mary's warm hand cradle my hard shaft; to be honest, it's been so long that any woman's been near it that her touches felt amazing.
Watching her hold my cock, she seemed to enjoy what was happening when she started to very softly pump my long pole.
I could not believe that this little old woman was as gentle as she was.


From then on, the whole evening took an unexpected turn. Mary, I could see, was so engrossed in what she was doing to my cock that I realised this old lady might want more from me.


For now, I'll leave what happened for Part 2.
Lookout for My Old Mary Wanted My Cock, Part 2