Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. A Helping Hand: by Mars Bonfire (MF, bbw, senior) I was between jobs, living with my mother at her seniors apartment complex. That preceding statement was every bit as depressing as it sounds. I was in my late thirties, not exactly a party monster, but I did like to keep up a somewhat active social life, including occasional casual sex. That was damn near impossible living with my seventy year-old mother in an apartment complex that looked like a nursing home. Particularly since I was scraping by on my savings and unemployment compensation, and I knew that it took some cheddar to get laid. Money for drinks, dinner out, movies, concerts, etc. I knew a few women, but Domino's and Netflix were not making it happen for me. I spent a lot of time at the pool, soaking up rays and dreaming of a better life. Only very occasionally was there a female under the age of sixty at the pool, usually a daughter or granddaughter of one of the tenants. So there was not a lot of girl-watching available. Still, since I was so bored, I went down to the pool almost every day. I would sit in the sun until it got too hot, then dive into the pool to cool off. I was on speaking terms with a number of the old ladies (hardly any old men, for some reason), and could generally pass the time with idle conversation. On my hornier days, I could look at these women and realize that some of them were great beauties, past their prime. Some were still at their sexual peak and I often caught them sneaking glances at the outline of my large penis in my swim trunks. After a couple of months at the complex, a new neighbor moved in next door to my mother and me. My mother had made me take some chicken and matzoh soup as a welcoming gift on her second day in the complex. As I knocked on her door, somewhat embarassed, I waited for our new neighbor to come to the door. "May I help you, young man?" a sweet voice asked. I looked and saw a lady of about seventy-five, about five feet tall, and slightly overweight. She had short silver gray curly hair, bright blue eyes and even white teeth. She was kind of pudgy, with a big ass and skin that was leathered and freckled by the sun, and absolutely huge tits, fat and long, hanging all the way to her waist. Now I had seen those web sites, mature and grannies, but they never really grabbed me. But this elderly woman, no taller than my chest, had a body that would make any man pay attention. Her beat up skin, wrinkles and saggy tits were a huge turn-on, and I felt my big cock get even bigger. "Mrs. Goldfarb", I said, "I'm Seth Shapiro, I live next door with my mother. She sent you some soup and said to wish you good shabbes". She flashed me a grin, grabbed my hand and said "Sethele, you are such a doll-baby. So handsome. I wish that my Esther could have met a nice boy like you, instead of that Puerto Rican bum she calls a husband." I was underwhelmed by her personality, but her lush, mature body was giving me a hell of a boner, in spite of her age. As she waved her hands around as she talked her jumbo breasts were swaying in her tank top, her huge nipples pushing insistently against the nylon fabric. I had never seen a woman that old that wasn't trussed up in a bra and foundation garment. Her earthiness appealed to the nasty boy in me. I decided then and there that I was going to make something happen with this old lady. A couple of weeks went by, and I would occasionally bump into Mrs. Goldfarb at the mailbox, the lobby, the parking garage. I always made it a point to be friendly and helpful, and occasionally dropped a naughty double-entendre, always in a playfully sexy voice, just to gauge her reaction. She had been looking good, white short-shorts which showed off not only her tan, but part of her white thighs. She had a series of spaghetti straps, halter-tops and camisoles which accentuated her gigantic tits, which always seemed to be slightly moving, as if they were driven by some invisible force within. I almost always came away from these encounters with a jumbo stiffie, which I knew she had noticed, one time actually licking her lips. I always had on tight jeans or swim trunks which displayed my cock in bas-relief, ten and one-half inches long, four inches in circumference. I don't know if she knew that I desired her, but she caught me looking at her tits several times, so I think she might have had an inkling. One very hot afternoon, Mrs. Goldfarb appeared at the pool. I was wearing my Ray-Bans, so I tried to act like I wasn't looking, but I sure was. She was wearing a dark blue two-piece swim suit, with only about four inches between the top and the bottom. Her giant tits flopped over her plump stomach. The bottoms were very tight, displaying a couple of sizable chunks of her big ass. She may not have been every man's wet dream, but my cock was painfully hard watching her sashay across the walkway to the chaise lounge next to mine. I watched in awe as she bent forward to spread her towel and a huge canyon appeared in her cleavage. The elastic material of her swim suit emphasized her nipples, which seemed to harden before my eyes. "Hello, Seth, is that you behind those Foster Grants?" said Mrs. Goldfarb as she settle down on her chaise. "Yes, hello Mrs. Goldfarb. You look very sexy today," I said, meaning it. "Seth, you little devil, you say the sweetest things. Don't you think that it's time you started calling me Helen? I mean, we're practically best friends, the way you're always going out of your way to make an old lady feel special." "I will call you Helen," I replied, but believe me when I say that you are anything but old. You're a very sexy lady." "God bless you for saying so, You're such a sweet, handsome boy", she purred. She rummaged around in her pocketbook and found some lotion. As she raised her arm, she winced slightly. "Are you having trouble with your shoulder. Helen?", I asked. "Oy, it's been a little sore lately. That probably means it's going to rain". She squeezed some lotion into her hand and began to apply it to her shoulder. She winced again, and said, "Seth, would you be a doll and rub this lotion on my back and shoulders? I hate to ask". I said sure, picked up the lotion, squeezed a generous amount in my hands and began applying it to her back. My cock was rigid, as I openly caressed her elderly skin, rubbing firmly, hands under swim suit top straps. "Oh, that feels so good. You've got the magic touch, Seth". I'm pretty sure that I was enjoying it just as much. I swung my leg over her chaise, sitting with Helen between my legs, right arm stretched out across the top of her tits, rubbing lotion on her left arm, and my right arm on those magnificent tits. Surely she must have felt my hard cock on her backside. Eventually, I was out of back to rub, so I handed her back the lotion and went back to my own chaise. Helen sighed deeply and said "I hate to be a pain in the neck, but do you think you could do my legs? I don't want to burn". The words were barely out of her mouth when I was squatting by the side of her chaise lounge, once again squeezing lotion into my hands. I rubbed my hands together and started with her feet. I rubbed her feet, ankles and calves thoroughly. By this time, everyone else had left the pool area, as the sun was really beginning to broil. As I prepared more lotion, my cock was about to split my tight nylon swim trunks. This whole thing was really turning me on, and I think Helen was turned on too. I gently applied the lotion to the inside of her thighs, the skin there softer than you can imagine. Boldly, I rubbed her inner thighs right up to her crotch. She was starting to breathe hard, so I figured I had better not start anything that I wouldn't get to finish. After I finished, she thanked me and I returned to my chaise, openly displaying my jumbo cock through the nylon shorts. As Helen thumbed through a copy of "Redbook", she kept stealing glances at my cock. I obliged her by stretching and flexing my body, always mindful of how my cock looked to the horny seventy-five year old lady. After a while, Helen collected her belongings, stood up and said, "I know I've already been too pushy today, but could you find it in your heart to help me with something in my apartment"? If you have time, if not, I could probably get Nate to do it." Nate was the maintenance guy at the complex. "Don't you dare ask Nate, Helen, until I see if I can handle your problem. Lead the way, milady", I said, with as much savoir faire as I could muster. "I'm pretty sure you can handle it, Seth", she said, giving me a penetrating look. As we walked back to her nearby apartment, we made casual small talk, the weather, the apartment complex, Cincinnati (her home town). I told her that I was involved in a research project at Xavier University when I was acquiring my masters. "What a small world", she exclaimed. By this time we were at her unit, which as I mentioned was right next door to my mother's. She unlocked the door, and we stepped into the blessed coolness of her living room. "Doesn't it feel so much better in here?", said Helen with a sigh of relief. "Something to drink, bubele? I've got Cel-Ray, cream soda, Delaware Punch, soy milk, ginger beer?" "No ma'am, I'm fine", I said. "Such beautiful manners, your mother must be very proud". "She's usually prouder of me when I'm not living in her guest room", I replied, truthfully. She leaned her head back and laughed loudly. "You are a caution! I'm going to have to keep my eye on you". I chuckled along with her, and we got down to business. "What do you need help with today, Helen?" I innocently asked. "Well, as you know", she began, "the bursitis in my shoulder is killing me. I barely got this swim suit top on today, and I need some help opening the hooks in the back." My cock went from zero to sixty in about half a heartbeat. "Uh, okay, sure I can help you with that, Helen." I knew I was blushing, which probably made me anemic, since my blood was concentrated in my cock and my face. She turned on some indirect lighting, and turned her back to me. "It's kind of like a bra hook, I'm sure you've had experience with those before, haven't you?" At this point the most that I was hoping for was a chance to see her bare back, go home and jack off to our encounter. But fate had something quite different in mind for Seth Shapiro. "Ah", said Helen, "that already feels much better. Thanks, pussycat". "Okay, glad to help, I guess I'll see you later then", I was already heading for the door, like a dumbass. "Wait, Seth. Before you leave, I was wondering if you wanted to make a deal". "What kind of deal, Helen?", I asked, intrigued. "If you'll give me a kiss, I'll show you my tits. I know that you want to see them. You stare at them all the time. Well, this is your chance, what's it going to be?" "Seriously? That's a deal." As I walked up to her, put my hands on her waist and leaned in for a chaste, closed mouth kiss. "Okay", It's your turn", I said in a shaky voice. Before I knew what was happening, Helen had pulled her top off exposing her tits to me. They were awesome. They were long and fat, lightly streaked with silvery stretch marks, a sharp line between her tan neckline and her milk-white udders. Her nipples, which pointed straight down, were a dark, rubbery reddish color, thick and coarse and at least an inch and a half long. The areolas were huge and dark, dominating the entire tips of her massive tits. My mouth went dry. I could have even drunk the Cel-ray about right then. "Well?", she said. "How do you like them?" "Helen, they are genuine works of art. I will never forget them", I said. I was flabbergasted, this was all happening so fast. "So. Seth, you liked that deal, how about another?" "Without a doubt. I don't even have to know what the deal is. I agree to it", I said. "If you give me a french kiss, I'll let you touch them". I grabbed her by the waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I tilted my head slightly and dove in. It was the most amazing kiss of my life. Her tongue was incredible, fat, long, slightly oily. I lowered my hands down to her huge nipples, Helen gasping as I squeezed and kneaded her gigantic tits. Helen moaned and covered my hands with hers, helping me massage her big fat breasts. After a few seconds, I lowered my head, raised up her huge right breast, and popped her plump nipple into my mouth. This made her very excited. I sucked and chewed on her fleshy nipple for several moments, leaving teeth marks and saliva behind. "Take off your t-shirt", she said, huskily, "I need to feel some skin on skin." I instantly pulled my shirt over my head and took her in my arms. Her warm, veiny tits felt so sexy on my naked hairy stomach. I pulled her to me for another deep soul kiss, rubbing the soft skin on her back and nuzzling her neck with my moist lips. By this time we were both breathing hard, and Helen had broken out into a light sweat. We continued our deep kissing and my head began to spin. After a time, we broke our kiss and stood in each other's arms, panting and feeling seriously horny. "What now?" said Helen, and I knew the answer. I suddenly scooped her up in my arms and glued my mouth to hers again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, looked into my eyes questioningly. "Now I'm going to take your beautiful ass into the bedroom and make mad, passionate love to you". Helen tucked her face into my neck and sighed deeply. The soft skin of her large breasts was stuck to my chest with our mingled sweat. I carried Helen to the bedroom, our mouths constantly toying with each others, licking, nibbling, sucking. As I laid her gently on the bed, I said "Is this what you want, Helen? You want me to fuck you?" "Yes, oh yes, Seth, I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me." I leaned over and slowly rolled her bathing suit bottom off, as she raised her hips to assist me. Once again I was dumbstruck. Her incredible tan lines, cleanly shaved pussy and protruding, fleshy cunt lips were an awesome sight. Her belly pooched out a little, and her upper thighs were very womanly. I turned her over onto her stomach to get the whole picture. Her big yet oh so shapely ass was lightly dimpled with cellulite. Time and gravity had made it droop a little, but it was still a masterpiece. She rolled back over on her back and observed me. As I stood by the bed, she knelt on the mattress and massaged my cock through my nylon swim trunks. "Oy, gevalt!" she exclaimed. "Is this all you? There's no kielbasa or a giant knackwurst hidden under there?" "Why don't you find out?", I said teasingly. Helen sat up, her tits falling down below her knees, and quickly yanked down my swim trunks. Agent 86 popped out, in all his glory, pinkish shaft, purplish head, veiny and thick, throbbing with every beat of my heart. I heard Helen gasp, and saw her mouth literally watering at the sight of my jumbo dick. As she stroked my cock, I leaned down for another french. Her tits were flopping all over the place, jiggling like Jell-o. I massaged her breast as she became more insistent with my cock. "This big fucking cock is incredible. I need to feel it inside of me", she said, her breath quickening. She laid on her back, gravity causing her tits to flop over her waist, then pancake on top of her chest. She spread her thick, stubby legs, her fleshy cunt glistening in the dim lamplight. She stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy, which ran freely with her elderly juices. "Come and get it, baby", said Helen. I laid down beside her, hoping to prolong our foreplay, and caressed and squeezed her meaty ass, moving my hand around to her dripping cunt. Her nipples were distended, the size of prunes, and they stabbed into my chest like hot pokers. I rolled around on the bed with her, stopping briefly when she was on top of me for a long, satisfying kiss. Just when she thought that she couldn't stand it any longer, I rolled her over on her back, spread her legs wide, knelt between them and stuck my giant cock head in her sopping wet cunt. She gasped for breath, broke out in a sweat and her nipples became even more swollen and purple than before. Wasting no time, I quickly stabbed my cock to the hilt in her surprisingly snug cunt. She was so wet that my cock slid into her with ease. Easing down on top of her until we were belly to belly, I tucked my arms up under her armpits, and forcefully rammed my huge cock up her seventy-five year old cunt. I would pull it out until just the head was in, swirl it around her opening, then rapidly slide the entire ten and one-half inch length in until I could feel my cock head smack into her uterus. Helen screamed and bucked her entire lower half frantically, trying to get more and more cock into her elderly slit. Her cunt was wonderful, hot and slightly oily, her kegels rippling along my enormous length and girth, as she lifted her womanly hips up to meet my relentless thrusts. I raised myself up on my arms, lifted up one of her short, meaty legs and laid it on my shoulder. She was amazingly flexible for a woman of seventy-five, and she took short, shallow breaths as I continued pumping her elderly cunt. Her moans and groans became louder, and I sensed that her climax was building. I jammed my cock deep inside of her and left it there, rotating my hips in circles, juking and rocking, giving her all I had. I felt time suspended for an instant, then she started to come. "Oy, Seth, I love your cock! It's so big!" she screamed, then began involuntarily rocking her hips back and forth, as her greasy cunt spasmed and clenched. Then, unexpectedly, I started to squirt jets of hot creamy sperm into the old woman, her tits flying, her huge ass raised off the bed, her weight on her shoulders. Her molten discharge coated my legs and stomach. My cock ran dry, but continued to jerk and twitch inside her elderly cunt. Helen relaxed and I felt her cunt loosen up a bit, and my limp giant slid languidly out of her oily snatch. "Whew! That is some cock you've got there, lover. I'm seventy-five, and I have NEVER been fucked like that in my entire life. I'm so flattered that you came here today to fuck poor, old beat-up Helen Goldfarb", Helen spoke from the heart, and so did I. "You were absolutely amazing, Helen. That was one of the best fucks ever. Anytime you're ready, let me know, because I think I am now", I said, as my cock started to rise at the memory of our recent coitus. "I'm so glad I moved in here, Seth. I think that you and I are going to be good neighbors." "I'm just glad that you didn't get Nate to do it", I replied. "Fuck him. Let him get his own seventy-five year old, big titted sexpot". The End ' "