Vagina Sex Was My Payment

I was walking down the road in my mobile home community when Sharon, dressed in her house coat standing on her front steps, was motioning to me to come over to her. I was introduced to her a couple of weeks before, when I waved her down in her car to let her know something was dragging in the front of the vehicle. She was 80 years old and her daughter who was with her was 62. I told them I was 67 and lived three houses down the road from them. They just moved into the community.

Sharon asked me to join with her in having a glass of ice tea inside. She had a proposition to discuss with me. As we sat at the end of the kitchen counter on the bar stools, she said I looked nice in a beard. Her husband had one and wanted to thank me again for removing what was dragging under her car. She rested her hand on my lap. Then she began saying that we both live on a fix income and she noticed that I have a riding lawnmower. She can't afford to pay a lawn service and wondered if I would do it. "Not for free, I know your time and effort is worth something." Sharon said. Then she began moving her hand around my leg. "This is difficult for me to say this to you and don't think that I do this all the time, but you remind me of my husband, kind and friendly." Then she opened the lower portion of her robe, exposing her legs and her what not showing. "I would pay you with my vagina." She saw my bulge and began running her finger tips across it. "You can touch it right now and tell me if you want it." Sharon grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. I started playing with the loose folds around her vagina. "Is it a deal?" she asked. I agreed to payment. Then she opened her robe completely and told me to undo my pants. "This is my signature to our deal." She started tugging me until I shot unto her. She told me she would like to pay me in the kitchen. Her husband and her spent a lot of time there.

The following week I mowed her grass. I knocked on the door wondering if she really was going to pay me with her vagina or it was a con job. Sharon opened the door wearing a robe. "Come on in Jon!" There on the kitchen counter laid lubrication. She removed her robe exposing her wrinkled body and empty pancake tits. She told me to drop my pants but not to remove them. She picked up the lube and massage my penis with it. Then I watched her massage her vagina with it. She leaned on the bar stool seat letting her empty tits hang while giving a birds eye view of her grey haired pussy with skin folds. I stepped behind her, slowly easing my dick in her. Her vagina felt so good. I held her hips as I started bumping her. Her tits swung. She never said a word until I told her I was about to cum. She asked me to leave my penis in her until it falls out limp. As it slipped out of her so did my cum dripping out of her unto my pants.

Sharon would sometimes be waiting for me naked on the kitchen table. Then one day the routine changed. Her daughter opened the door. "Mom is ill." she said to me. I started to leave and she quickly pulled me in. "Mom promised you vagina payment and you'll get a vagina payment. She took me to a bedroom and told me to remove my clothes and lay in bed on my back. Then she dropped her robe. For being 62 she has a decent body. Her kitty was surrounded by black hairs. Her nipples was her best feature because she had a bit of a pot belly. She straddled across my chest and told me she was going to face sit me to get lubed by my tongue. After I got her good and wet she lowered herself onto my cock. I just laid there still as I stared at her nipples. She started to pull on them as she bounced up and down on my cock. She was getting wetter and wetter soaking my dick. I told her I was getting ready to let go. She stopped bouncing and grinded her vagina deep into me.

Two days later Sharon came to visit me. My daughter, Jessica, will start paying you. She'll be coming to your place to pay you. I told that be fine. Jessica was sort of an air head. She could be easily fooled into doing something. Grass cutting season was over but Jessica started stalking me. I had to get a court order to keep her away from my house.

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