The Crossing Ch. 01

It was a simple act, something he recalled from his scouting days, and though he had finished boy scouts in high school, a lot of what he learned simply stuck with him. So now when most of the guys his age would ignore an old lady needing to cross the street, Gerry paused, watching he light and then gently took the woman's arm and helped her across the street. The intersection was busy, so he took her half way and then they waited through another cycle of lights to cross.

While they stood there the lady said, "I thank you for your help, there is no telling how long I would have had to stand there waiting to get across."

"It's no problem ma'am," he answered politely, "I used to be a scout, this is kind of what we do, among other things."

"You know, my daughter Cara, was a girl scout, but that was a pretty long time ago. She always did good things, and you know I have a granddaughter just about your age. You are twenty?"

"No, nineteen," he replied, wondering a bit about this granddaughter. "Is your granddaughter going to college?" he asked hopefully.

"No, she couldn't afford it, she has a job and wants to earn enough to pay for school. Say's she's just about there."

Looking closer at the old lady, Gerry's interest in the granddaughter increased. In spite of a few wrinkles, this lady was fairly attractive for her age. Her hair was the silvery, white that looked so stoically beautiful on older women especially. With deep blue eyes and high cheekbones the woman must have been absolutely beautiful in her day.

The light changed interrupting Gerry's perusal of the woman so he took her arm again and walked her the rest of the way across the street. He was about to say goodbye to the woman when she spoke, "You're such a nice boy, I wonder if you would like to come by my place, Maggie, my granddaughter might be there. Funny, she always acts so mad when I bring a young man home to meet her, but you are so nice, she's bound to enjoy meeting you."

"I don't know ma'am, I mean..."

"Oh come on, take a chance. You don't have a girlfriend or anything do you?"

"Well no, not at the moment..."

"There you go, there's no good reason why you shouldn't come meet Maggie."

"But if she gets angry at you for bringing men home I don't want to bother her," Gerry said.

"Oh nonsense, how could a good looking guy like you, bother her? Now what's your name young man?"

"It's Gerry, ma'am."

"Now come on Gerry, come home and meet Maggie."

Gerry shrugged his shoulders and walked with the lady the short distance to her building. He helped her a bit climbing the stairs up to the building entrance as she said, "These stairs are getting harder and harder. I used to have a place with no elevator, I lived on the fifth floor, course those were younger days and I was in a bit better shape."

They stepped out of the elevator and she fumbled in her purse for her keys, dropping them on the floor. As she bent over, she seemed to lose her balance, bumping her hips against Gerry. To keep her from falling over, he grabbed her hips just as she stood up. He found himself pushed tight up against her back as she swung her ass from side to side a bit over his quickly hardening cock.

"Oh thank you, I got dizzy for a spell there," she said, reaching for the door and opening it with no ill effects from her "dizzy" spell. Stepping inside she called out, "Maggie, Maggie dear, come on out, I brought someone I want you to meet."

Gerry followed her in the door as she motioned for him to sit on the couch. He quickly sat down, waiting impatiently for Maggie to appear. From the way her grandmother looked, Maggie was bound to look spectacular. He sat on the edge of the couch, listening to the lady rustle about. He wondered where Maggie might be that was talking the old lady so long.

He soon found out as he looked up, not to see Maggie, but the old woman completely naked. Remaining on the couch he looked at her body, amazed that it looked so good for her age. Her breasts sagged a bit, but weren't wrinkled except for a few lines along the sides. The nipples were large and dark and immediately Gerry wondered what it would be like to suck on them.

She had a slight paunch on her stomach and some grey swirled though her pubic hair, but again, except for a wrinkle or fold of skin here or there, she looked very fit. Gerry stood up, immediately feeling the pull of his pants on his hard cock. He reached down to adjust it, perhaps hide it from the woman but she said, "No, no, I like how your pants look."

Reaching out she took hold of his cock with one hand and fumbled with his belt with her other. Somehow, this woman, who he needed to help across the street, nimbly unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants with one hand. She then let them fall to the floor and then pulled his underwear over his cock and then down to his knees, pausing to kiss his balls on the way back up.

The old woman then firmly grabbed his cock and led him back into her bedroom. It was dark in there, with the only light coming from about seven or eight candles burning around the room. Walking him straight to the bed, she sat down, slid back on the bed and opened her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen, open and glistening. She reached over and squeezed some lubricant onto her hand and then stroked it up and down his cock, saying, "After the breasts, the wetness is the next thing to go. This will help things some."

She leaned back and beckoned Gerry to move with her. He crawled between his legs and leaned forward while she grabbed him and guided him into her. With the lubricant, his cock slid easily into her pussy and he felt a wonderful softness. It wasn't as tight inside her as he had experienced during his first sexual experience with an old girlfriend, but somehow the loose softness seemed right.

He began to move his cock in and out of her in an increasing pace as the woman moaned and writhed in pleasure. Just beginning to feel the pressure building up inside him, the lady came, grabbed his ass and squeezing it as she shoved herself hard against him. Her sudden passion and feeling his cock go so deep into her excited him so much he came just moments after her, spurting his cum into her pussy again and again.

Just as he finished, he heard the door to the apartment open and a woman yelled out, "Mother, are you home?"

"Oh yes, I'm in my bedroom, come on back."

Gerry quickly pulled his cock out of the old woman, but had no more turned around on the bed when a beautiful woman stepped in the door. She stopped and said, "Oh my."

"Oh Cara, I want you to meet Gerry, he's a boy scout who helped me cross the street and then he made me come."

"I... I... I'm not a boy scout, I used to be and... and..."

"And it's a pleasure to meet you. Any boy scout of Mom's is a boy scout of mine," she said, walking out of the woman's bedroom. "Let me know when you're done Mom," she hollered out from the living room.

Pulling up her granny panties over the paunch in her stomach she said, "Oh, we're about done here." She looked over at Gerry and smiled asking, "Aren't we?"