Old Lady
By A.J. Brown
College guy that can't afford room and board has to live with an older woman


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Tanner was an 18-year-old guy that studied hard and wanted to go away to
college. There was a specific school that he wanted to go to that had the
program that he wanted. He also didn't get along with his parents that well so
he just wanted to move out and move away so he could have the college
experience.

Unfortunately for him, financial limitations weren't going to allow him to do
that. He had enough in his college fund plus some from scholarships to attend
the school that he wanted to go to but there was no way he was going to be
able to afford room and board. He was devastated as he wanted the experience
so badly. It looked like he may receive his break one day when he was telling
his friend Scott about his situation.

"Hey, my Aunt Jodi lives right near that school," Scott said. "She might be
cool with you living there with her for free."

"Huh?" Tanner said and it seemed like an odd thing for someone to want. He
figured Scott just might be pulling his chain to sound like he was being
helpful. Scott had done that in the past. "Why?"

"She's just lonely or something, I think," Scott said. "She got divorced a few
years ago so she's been living alone. Tried having a dog for a while but it
died on her. She's all bitter after her divorce and doesn't want to get
married again but she is always saying how she gets lonely living alone. I
mean, maybe she won't, who knows, but I think she will."

"I mean, I don't know if I want to go to your college and live with your
aunt," Tanner said. "Could be just the same as living with parents."

"Nah, she's cool man," Scott said. "She's 42-years-old but she keeps herself
super busy. She's always doing stuff out of the house. Just complains that she
never has anyone to talk to when she goes home. You just being there a few
nights a week, even if it's not every night if you want to party on campus and
stuff - I bet she'd do it."

Tanner didn't expect to hear anything from Scott about it after that. But
Scott actually did follow-up with him and told him that his Aunt Jodi loved
the idea. She'd let him live in her guest room that had a big screen TV in it
and everything. A few downsides to living with a 42-year-old woman while he
was in college crossed Tanner's mind but he quickly forgot about those - he
was going to get to go away to college!

"Hi!" Jodi said when Tanner showed up at her front door and she gave him a big
hug. "It is so nice to meet you!"

Jodi wasn't what Tanner expected to see when he heard he was moving in with a
42-year-old woman. She definitely looked a lot older than him but if he had
just seen her on the streets he probably would have guessed her to be in her
mid-thirties at the oldest. Her energetic way about her and her voice made her
seem younger too.

She had long, curly dirty blond hair, and her face was rather pretty for an
older woman although when they stopped hugging and he looked at her face bit
closer he could definitely see the signs of age on it. She wore a t-shirt and
a pair of yoga pants. Her feet were bare and she had shiny red toenail polish
on. She stood at about 5'4 and couldn't have weighed more than 130 pounds. She
looked to be in pretty good shape for a woman her age.

"Come on in!" she said as she opened the door wide and he looked at the very
clean living room of her house when she walked in. "I want you to make
yourself at home, OK? Mi Casa is Tu Casa."

It was a Sunday that Tanner had arrived there. They had orientation stuff
going on during the weekend but it was mainly for people living on campus and
Tanner decided he didn't want to go to that because he would make him feel bad
that he wasn't living on campus.

So he and Jodi spent the day together unpacking and getting him settled in.
The bedroom he was going to be staying in was enormous, much bigger than any
dorm room that he could have stayed in, and he had the room to himself. Jodi
was treating him like he was a family member, talking to him very sweetly,
often touching him when she spoke, and going above and beyond to make extra
sure he was comfortable and had everything he needed.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Jodi said to him when he got up at 8:30 the next
morning for his first day of classes. His first Monday class wasn't until
10:30. He was definitely going to like that aspect of college. Jodi looked
like she had already been up for hours.

"Morning," he said, still a bit groggy.

"I made you breakfast," she said. He looked at the table. There were two spots
set with huge breakfasts of waffles, eggs, fruit, and milk. He hadn't had a
big breakfast like that in forever.

"Thanks," he said. "But I'm not really a big breakfast guy. I'll be good with
just a cup of coffee."

"Oh no, don't be ridiculous," she said, and the friendly woman had just a tad
bit of a bossy tone in her voice when she said that. "Breakfast is the most
important meal of the day. No wonder you are so skinny if you don't eat
breakfast. Besides, I miss having company for breakfast. I was very excited to
make this for you. Come on, have a seat." He was fairly skinny, standing at
close to six feet tall but weighing just under 165 pounds. He didn't like
having that brought to his attention, though.

"Alright," he said, not wanting to disappoint her. After all, she was giving
him the free room and board because she wanted company. He supposed he had to
give that to her when she asked. He had a seat. She got a big smile on her
face. It was the kind of smile that made him happy to make her happy.

"I'm starving," she said as she started to eat. "I went for a five mile run
this morning and haven't eaten yet."

A five mile run seemed crazy to Tanner, especially just to get up early and
casually do in the morning. He had probably never run more than two miles in
his life and when he did that he was exhausted afterwards. He would have been
planted on the couch if he had just run that much and certainly not making a
big breakfast afterwards then sitting there looking all happy about it.

After breakfast he went to school. There were so many good looking girls
around, wearing revealing clothes since it was still hot out. The people
around were very friendly. He got talking to a cute girl, an 18-year-old girl
name Krissy, in one of his classes. They hit it off and had lunch together.

"Sorry I'm home so late!" Jodi said when she got home a little after seven
that evening. Tanner had been home for a couple of hours. "I was at my yoga
class and I ended up staying late talking to another one of the girls."

He didn't even think about her being home late. It was her house and she could
get home when she wanted. She wore a very tight tank-top and a pair of tight
yoga pants. For a 42-year-old woman her body looked quite fit. Her legs looked
thicker than he initially realized in those tight yoga pants that she had on
as well.

"It's no problem," he said.

"I feel bad though," she said. "Let me just shower real quick and then I'll
make us a big dinner."

She sure felt obligated to feed him and feed him well as she cooked a big
chicken dinner for the two of them with potatoes and steamed vegetables. Her
food was much better than the college dining hall food he had had with Krissy
for lunch, although he still would have been eating bad food with Krissy than
good food with this old lady.

He went to his classes the next day and when he got home, Jodi wasn't home.
She eventually got home and said she had been lifting weights. Although the
smaller woman was fit, she didn't look muscular in the least, so he couldn't
imagine she was doing any kind of heavy weight. He figured she was probably
one of those women that go to the gym and lifts tiny amounts of weight just to
say they are doing something. Though, it had been a long time since he had
been to the gym at all. She made him another big dinner.

He went to his classes again on Wednesday and met up with Krissy again since
his Monday and Wednesday schedules were the same. They had lunch again and
they agreed to hang out when the weekend came. It took Jodi a while to get
home that night again - she got home close to 7. He had been getting hungry
and thought about just finding something in her house he could eat but she got
home before he tried that.

"Alright, time for me to make dinner," Jodi said when she got home, looking
like she had gotten back from working out once again. "Just had my kickboxing
class."

"Kickboxing?" he said. "Like that aerobic stuff?"

"Um, some of it's aerobic," she said and for the first time, he heard a bit of
annoyance in her voice. He hadn't thought that she was even capable of that.
"But it's not an aerobic class. We kick bags. We spar with each other
sometimes."

"All women's class?"

"There are men in it too. Not as many, but there are men there. A woman that
trains can kick-box just as well as a man." There was a bit of an awkward
silence before she smiled again looking like she wanted to lighten things up.
"Anyway, I'm starving - I'm gonna make us dinner."

Friday of that week came. In class that day Krissy invited Tanner to go hang
out with her. They would pregame in her dorm room with some of her friends and
then go out to some frat parties. Krissy wanted Tanner to show up at her room
around six in the evening so he knew he wasn't going to be able to have dinner
with Jodi that night. He had casually mentioned to Krissy that he was living
with an older lady and she didn't seem like she thought any less of him
because of it.

When Tanner got home around 4:30 he was sitting on the couch when he called up
Krissy and started talking to her. Jodi had gotten home fairly late the
previous evening as well - lifting weights again - so he figured that she
wasn't going to be home for a while. He wanted to get out and meet up with
Krissy fairly soon so he thought he would just leave Jodi a note not to make
dinner for him, and not to wait up for him or anything.

"Yeah, I can come over now," Tanner said as he spoke to Krissy on the phone,
while he sat comfortably on the couch. "Let me just leave my old lady here a
note so she's not worried about where I am or ... "

He turned around and he saw Jodi standing there right behind him. He couldn't
believe she was home. She never had gotten home that early. The smile on her
face made him know for sure that she had heard him call her 'Old Lady'. He
could feel his face getting red with embarrassment. She was a very sweet woman
though. Perhaps she would just let it slide.

"Your old lady, huh?" she said with a laugh and she playfully punched his
shoulder a couple of times. She looked like she genuinely thought it was funny
but that didn't stop him from being embarrassed. "I'm your old lady? OK."

"I mean," he said and he really had no idea what to say. "I was just saying
stuff." He had a feeling she was going to rip on him about it some more and he
didn't know what he'd say.

"So who were you talking to?" she asked him. "Who are you going to meet up
with?"

"Just a girl ... " he started to say and Jodi looked a bit too interested in
what he was going to say. "Just a friend."

"Oh, a friend?" Jodi said loudly and she excitedly walked around the couch and
had a seat next to him. You have a date already, don't you? Good job!"

"It's not a date," he said, trying not to sound annoyed but hoping she'd stop
embarrassing him. "Just a girl I met. We're just hanging out tonight."

"That's great!" she said and she squeezed his thigh which tickled him a bit
and sent chills through his leg. "So tell me about her."

"I really don't know that much about her yet," he said and he could feel
himself blushing as he spoke. "And I actually told her I'm on the way so I
kind of want to get going."

"OK, no time to talk to your old lady, I get it," she said with a laugh but he
could tell that she was a bit offended. "Be careful tonight. No drinking, OK?
You're not old enough. And please be home by eleven."

She had to be kidding. Did she really think just because he wasn't 21 that he
wasn't going to drink? All college students did. She had to be pretty naive
if she thought that but it wasn't worth arguing with her about. There was no
way that she would know either way.

And if she thought he was going to be home by eleven she was nuts. That was
when the parties were just going to be getting going. But he didn't think that
was worth arguing about either. He hadn't seen her up past 9:30 any night that
week so she wouldn't know what time he got home either way.

He met up with Krissy at her dorm room. Their evening started off great
immediately. There were a few other girls there and just one other guy who was
the boyfriend of one of them. All of them were very nice and welcoming to
Tanner. They played some drinking games and just hung out for a few hours
before going out.

After pre-gaming for a couple of hours, they did some rounds through the dorm
to pick up some other people that wanted to go out and party with them. It was
close to ten thirty before they actually got out of the dorms and went on
their way to the parties. Tanner briefly thought about how Jodi had told him
to be home by eleven. He thought more about how crazy she was for suggesting
such a thing.

Once they got into the party, Krissy did a shot and now it was clear she was
pretty drunk. She was all over Tanner, hanging all over him when they were
talking, talking and talking close to his face. She took him out to the dance
floor and was grinding right up on him, rubbing his crotch with her hand, her
butt, and her own crotch.

Krissy then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled his face in towards
hers, and started making out with him. She was grabbing his ass tightly with
her free hand. She then hugged him tightly with both arms. Even though she was
hugging him tightly, he could feel how weak the petite girl felt. It made him
feel strong, like a protector, and he liked that. While they were kissing he
felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. When he got a break from kissing her
he checked his phone.

There was a missed call and a voicemail from Jodi. It was 11:21. He couldn't
believe that she was actually calling him for being late. There was no way he
was going to let that old lady ruin this night. He immediately turned his
phone off. He'd deal with Jodi the next morning.

A little over two hours later, they were in Krissy's bed, the room to
themselves, with her roommate still out partying with their friend. He was
fingering Krissy's pussy and she was giving him an amazing hand job. She was
moaning with pleasure from him fingering her.

"Just to let you know," she said as she paused on jerking him off but she
squeezed his cock so hard that it felt amazing. "I won't have sex with a guy
on the first date. So if that's what you were hoping for tonight, it's not
going to happen."

"No that's fine," he said, and he just wanted her to keep doing what she was
doing. "That's respectable."

"Good. But I'll still definitely make the night worth your while."

She continued jerking him off, squeezing him in all of the right places, and
stroking him harder than ever. He let out a loud moan as he started cumming
everywhere. He had never been taken care of like that before. She continued to
stroke until she got out every last bit and could feel his dick quickly
getting smaller in her hand.

"Not bad, huh?" she said and he could tell that he was really going to like
college. "I don't have sex on a first date and I don't let a guy sleep in my
bed for the night either - might give people the wrong impression. I don't
want my roommate thinking I'm some slut. If you want to sleep on the floor you
can."

"Nah, that's alright," he said. He wasn't worried about being on time for that
ridiculous curfew that Jodi had tried to set for him but he figured it was a
good idea to at least get home before she woke up the next morning -
especially if he'd just be sleeping on the floor anyway. "I'm good."

"Alright sweetie," Krissy said, her voice sounding extremely sexy and she gave
him a seductive smile. "You OK to drive?"

"Yup," he said. He hadn't drank nearly as much as she had and he lost any buzz
that he had during the time they were hooking up.

"Alright, but be careful. Text me tomorrow if you want to hang out again
tomorrow night."

The two kissed one more time before he left. He certainly would be texting her
the next day. That night was great and he looked forward to getting to know
her better. When he walked out of the building to his car he turned his phone
back on. He saw he had 8 missed calls and 13 text messages - all from Jodi.

He wasn't going to bother checking the texts or listening to any of the
messages. He knew what they were about and he couldn't believe that his old
lady had gotten up to see that he wasn't there and proceed to blow up his
phone like that. He was a grown man who was in college and there was no reason
for him to have to deal with this. He may as well of stayed living at home
with his parents if she was going to set curfews and hunt him down like this.

"Oh my God, you're home!" Jodi said with great worry on her face as she stood
in the living room with her pajamas on, hanging up the phone looking like she
was going to call him yet again. "Where on earth were you?? Do you know what
time it is? You're over two hours late - I was worried sick!!"

"I got caught up hanging out," he said and he definitely wasn't going to
apologize. "There was no reason for you to worry."

"Do you know how many times I called?" she said and she moved towards him
rather aggressively. "And you didn't respond to any of my text messages. Why
did you not respond to me and at least tell me that you were going to be
late?" The reason was that he didn't want her trying to tell him to come home
or anything - definitely not with the kind of fun he had been having.

"You don't have to worry about me," he said with a bit of annoyance in his
voice. "I'm fine - I'm 18-years-old. I can take care of myself."

"So you're 18 and now you just know it all?? And you think it's OK to disobey
me in my own house?"

"Listen, old lady, I'm old enough to stay out past eleven fucking o'clock!" he
yelled.

Once he yelled that she raised her hand like she was going to slap him in the
face, looking like she was prepared to do it hard. If she actually hit him he
didn't know what he would do. He looked down at the 130 pound woman, looking
how much shorter she was than him. He wanted to respect her in her house,
especially since she was a woman, but if she were to hit him ... .

The look on her red face went from angry to sad and she put her hand down. She
leaned forward and she hugged him very tightly. She started to moan a bit
sounding like she was quite upset. Jodi and Krissy were both just small women
as far as Tanner was concerned but as she hugged him he noticed that she felt
a lot stronger than Krissy did when she was hugging him. It was probably just
because Jodi was clearly fairly nutty. But he did feel bad as he seemed to
have upset her far worse than he realized he would so he hugged her back.

"I was so scared," she said to him as she continued to hug him. "You were so
late and I was sure that something had happened to you. Please don't scare me
like that again, OK dear?" It was late and he wanted to go to bed. And she
sounded so pathetic right then to him that he didn't want to further upset her
at that moment. He pushed himself back a bit and looked down at her in the
eyes.

"OK," he said.

"Thank you," she said and as he looked at her start to smile he could see that
she did have tears in her eyes, although she wasn't crying. "Let's both just
go to bed and get some rest."

Tanner got up the next day, got a bit of schoolwork done, and texted Krissy a
bit after noon. They did a bit of flirting and Tanner ultimately asked her
what she was going to do that night. She said she was going to hit up some
parties again he was welcome to join. She didn't seem as excited to hang out
as he did, kind of acting like she was indifferent whether he joined her or
not - he figured he was just overthinking it.

"Hey!" Jodi said when she walked into the living room. Tanner had noticed that
he hadn't seen her all morning. She was wearing workout clothes and looked
sweaty.

"Hey," he said. "Where are you coming from?"

"Was just working out. Had yoga and kickboxing back-to-back. Saturday is my
busy morning. Like to get it out of the way early so I can enjoy the rest of
my weekend." Tanner couldn't imagine getting up early to go do that much
exercise, especially since they were both up fairly late arguing with each
other. He looked at her legs in the tight shorts that she had on. Her legs did
look pretty strong, at least for a 42-year-old woman's.

They went about their day. Tanner did a bit more schoolwork but then he
relaxed most of the day watching college football. Jodi was in and out of the
house all day, never seeming like she could just sit still and relax. He
wished that he would hear from Krissy but she didn't text him and he ended up
having dinner again with Jodi which he didn't really want to do.

"Hey, what r u up to?" Tanner texted to Krissy around 8:30 that evening when
he still hadn't heard anything from her.

"Hey!" she wrote back and he was glad that she seemed enthusiastic. "Going to
a party in a little bit. Here is the address. Come meet us!"

"I'm heading out," Tanner said to Jodi as he got up getting ready to go.

"Alright," Jodi said and Tanner knew what was coming next. "Be home by eleven
tonight, please."

"This is college," he said to her. "And I'm and adult. The parties don't even
get started until close to then. I'm going to be home later than that."

He watched her ponder what he said and he really hoped this wasn't going to
lead to another argument. He wanted to meet up with Krissy quickly. He didn't
want her to be at the party too long without him. If it was going to turn into
an argument, he would just walk out and deal with Jodi later.

"OK," she said and he was glad that actually worked. "You can stay out until 1
a.m. But one means one. Don't be a minute later - OK?"

"Sounds good," he said. He could live with that. Worst case, if he ended up
being late again he'd just deal with her freaking out again and then the
weekend would be over.

He got to campus and when he texted Krissy initially, she didn't respond. He
was sitting in his car by himself waiting for her to text him back so he knew
where to go. He texted her again and still didn't get a response. After
waiting there for a half hour he finally called her.

"Hello?" she said like she didn't know who it was, even though she obviously
saw his number.

"Hey," he said and he could hear a lot of noise in the background. "It's
Tanner. Where you at?"

"Oh hey! House on the corner of Park and Western. Number 5. Just walk right in
- the party is rocking."

Tanner went to that house and when he went inside it was packed in there, with
music blaring. Based on how much that he knew Krissy liked to dance, he made
his way to the dance floor. It wasn't long before he found her and some dude
was grinding up right behind her.

""Hey!" Krissy said excitedly when she saw him. "You made it - awesome. This
is Ty."

"What's up!" Ty said and he held out his hand for Tanner to shake like it was
no big deal.

Tanner shook his hand but he wasn't happy about the situation. He thought him
and Krissy were starting to build a bit of relationship but there she was
grinding with some guy. He stayed and Krissy was talking to him and Ty like
she was happy both of them were there. Tanner couldn't tell if she was playing
him, Ty, or both of them.

"Alright, I need to go get a drink," Ty said and he let go of Krissy. "You
need one, babe?"

"Nah, I'm good!" Krissy said.

"Tanner, you need a drink?" Ty said.

"Nah bro, I'm all set." Ty walked away and now Krissy smiled at Tanner giving
him her attention.

"So who is that dude?" Tanner said to her.

"I don't know," Krissy said and she grabbed Tanner's arms. "Latched onto me
and just started dancing with me. You want to move before he gets back?"

"Sure," he said, trying to say it in a way where it didn't sound like he was
threatened by the guy. "A little change of scenery wouldn't hurt."

So they moved and Krissy was talking to him and being friendly but something
seemed different from the previous night. It was like that connection that
they had didn't exist and they were starting all over. He didn't like that
feeling. When he would touch her she wouldn't touch back and it seemed like he
was just hanging out with a friend and not someone he was trying to get with.

Then he got up at one point to go the bathroom and when he came back he
couldn't find her. He looked around a little bit and there she was grinding
with another guy. This time he didn't approach her. He watched from a distance
seeing just how interested she seemed in the guy.

"There you are!" she said about three songs later when she noticed Tanner and
walked up to him.

She got right up on Tanner and started grinding with him. Now he was
comfortable and the night was going the way he wanted to. That was until some
other guy came along to talk to her and she started grinding up on him. Then
before he knew it, Ty was back and she was grinding up on him.

So there Krissy was, getting drunk and just being super friendly with multiple
guys who all seemed equally as interested as Tanner was in getting to know her
better. This was a girl that Tanner was really interested in and he didn't
want to let her get away - but how badly did he want to pursue it if she had
that many other guys that were interested as well?

And there was also another problem - it was getting closer to 1 a.m. He looked
at the other guys that were hitting on Krissy - he knew that they didn't have
some curfew that some old lady was trying to enforce on them. Why did he have
to be in this situation? Why couldn't he have just ended up living in dorms
like normal guys his age?

He periodically checked the time as Krissy continued to get drunk and dance
around with him and the other guys that were nearby. It was getting closer to
1 a.m. He had been prepared to stay out later than one if need be. But he was
starting to wonder if this was going to be worth it.

In a few minutes, Jodi was going to be blowing up his phone with texts and
phone calls. Knowing her, she might just come out and start looking for him.
Was it worth it? Was it worth dealing with all of this aggravation just for
Krissy who seemed to be totally playing him? He felt a pretty strong dislike
for both Jodi and Krissy at that moment.

1 a.m. came and Krissy and Ty were dancing pretty close to each other, his
hands moving up her inner thighs towards her crotch, and Krissy grabbing his
wrists moving them up even closer. Tanner wasn't going to stick around anymore
just to be one of the guys she was going to play for however long she wanted
to. He had to go back home where his old lady lived.

"Hey, I'm gonna get out of here," he said to Krissy and she looked up at him
with a smile. He hoped that she would show disappointment, and maybe even act
like she felt bad about the way she had treated him that night.

"Alright sweetie!" she said and she didn't even stop dancing with Ty enough to
go give Tanner a goodbye hug or anything. "Text me later, alright?"

He didn't even know what that meant, if she wanted him to text her later that
night, if she meant the next day, or if it was just more of her trying to play
him. Either way, he didn't plan on doing it. He drove him feeling like a fool.
He was surprised that he didn't get any calls or texts from Jodi. At least it
seemed like she was asleep so he could just get inside and get to bed without
her going off on him again.

He pulled up in front of the house to see that the light in the living room
was on. Was she awake? Maybe she just fell asleep on the couch or something.
He checked his phone to see that she still hadn't called him. He thought about
maybe trying to sneak in another way. Then he thought about how ridiculous
that would be.

He walked in the front door and Jodi was sitting on the living room couch. Her
long hair was tied up above her head in a bun. He hadn't seen her wearing
glasses before that point but she had a pair of glasses on with fairly thick
frames. The skin on her face just looked older than it normally did too. There
was definitely no makeup or lotion on it and he could see some little freckles
on her face that he hadn't seen before. When he first saw her he thought she
looked younger than her age, thinking she looked like she was in her
mid-thirties, but her face right then definitely looked like she was 42, if
not a few years older.

She had on a light blue pajama tank-top and she was obviously not wearing a
bra. Her boobs looked much bigger than he realized with no bra on and they
looked jiggly, even though she was sitting still. The way her shirt was, he
could see a whole lot of the top of her right breast. He saw some freckles on
her shoulders as well. He had gone out with the hope of going back with Krissy
and seeing her in bed not wearing much but now he was seeing this old lady
like that instead.

Jodi's wore a pair of long, plaid pajama pants that were green and blue,
mainly dark green and blue, but they had some light blue on them which matched
her tank-top. Her legs were stretched out with her bare feet resting right on
the coffee table. With her feet just resting there like that he noticed they
looked fairly big for a petite girl. She had on shiny, dark blue toenail
polish. It also looked like she had lotion on her feet. Although it looked
like she had done her best to take care of her feet, he could see lots of
wrinkles on them and they definitely looked pretty dry overall. He looked back
at her face and she was looking right at him.

"Late again?" she said to him with a smile even though it was clear that she
was not happy. He was not happy either. "I let you stay out two extra hours
and you still come home late - even without a call!"

"Don't even," he said and he wasn't going to add to the already embarrassing
night by letting some old lady talk to him like that. "I am not in the mood."
He said it sternly and started to walk towards his bedroom but she immediately
jumped to her feet, looking like she was angrier than he was.

"Excuse me??" she said to him. Her bare feet stomped loudly on the floor and
he watched her boobs jiggle underneath her shirt all over the place as she
quickly ran over to stand in his path. "Don't you dare tell me 'don't even'.
You scare me half to death last night being late and then you come home late
again! This is MY house and you are going to obey MY rules, young man. I
really ought to slap you!"

Tanner looked down at the much shorter woman who was looking him in the eyes
through those old lady glasses that she had. And then she actually raised her
hand like she was going to slap him. Who did she think she was? Nobody raised
their hand to him and it didn't matter who it was.

"I'm warning you, RIGHT NOW, old lady," he said to her sternly. "If you hit me
... "

Before he could finish telling her that he wasn't going to hold back if she
hit him, she slapped him right across the face. He felt the sheer sting of her
hit and it hurt so badly that it almost made him want to back off and just go
along with what she wanted. But then he looked at the short woman standing
there looking at him, looking so proud that she had done that, like she'd do
it again if she needed to. He wasn't going to let her get away with that.
Showing how serious she was, she took off her glasses and set them down,
looking completely ready to defend herself if necessary.

He roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and had plenty of adrenaline going as
he tried to take her down. But she planted those bare feet of hers on the
carpet and he could not take her down, even as he pushed harder. He started to
breathe heavily as he pushed but she didn't look like she was the least bit
scared. He could see her boobs bouncing around a bit as they pushed.

They pushed at each other for a bit longer when she reached up and wrapped her
right around his neck in a headlock. He tried to pull out of it but her thin
arm felt very strong as she pulled his tall body down and she pulled his face
right into her tummy. He could feel her soft shirt pushing against his cheek
and the bottom of her boob on the top of his head. Her arm felt much stronger
than he ever would have expected it to as she tightened the headlock on him.
All of that weightlifting and other working out that she did may have made her
a lot stronger than he realized.

He struggled hard to get free from the headlock and it was very frustrating
for him feeling how strong she felt as she was able to keep him trapped in
that hold no matter how hard he tried. She wrestled harder as well and she
took him down to the ground. He landed on his back with her side landing on
his chest.

She pushed down on his shoulders with her hands and started to sit up. He
tried his best to get free from underneath her but she was able to use her
strength to put plenty of pressure on him to keep him down. He felt her butt
pushing right into his stomach as she sat up and with the rest of her weight
behind that pushing him down, there was no way he could get up.

He looked up at this old lady who looked satisfied that she was able to get
him down and keep him down. He tried to wiggle out from underneath her but the
fact that he could barely move his body at all underneath him was quite
humiliating for him. He didn't want to fight too hard because he knew it would
just make him look silly considering she didn't even look like she was putting
much effort into just sitting on him and holding him down.

He reached up and tried to grab her but she immediately took control of his
left arm when he did that, like she was just waiting for him to do it to give
her the opportunity. She did so by seizing his left wrist with her right hand
tightly then locking her left arm up with his right arm.

Her arms were clearly thinner than his but they felt so strong as she used the
control that she had to bend his arm back in an extremely painful position.
She just kept applying more pressure and he was helpless to get out of it. He
felt the pain in his upper arm and he couldn't take it.

"Let go of me!" he yelled at her. He was trying to sound threatening but deep
down inside he was very afraid. If she didn't let go he was going to be in
trouble. It felt like she would break his arm if she kept going. Maybe she
realized that and that was why she let go.

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled. "How does it feel knowing that your old lady can
kick your ass?"

Hearing her say that she could kick his ass as she sat right on top of him
really set him off. He got fired up again and tried to push her off of him but
his arm was still in a lot of pain and with her sitting on him there wasn't a
whole lot that he could do. As he was starting to breathe heavily as he fought
to get free she leaned forward in a relaxed manner.

She lay right on top of him so her chest was right on his face and she locked
her legs up with his. Her legs felt extremely strong and his legs felt
helpless as he realized he was unable to move them. She grabbed his wrists
tightly and stretched his arms out above his head.

He now felt even more trapped as her body was smothering his. The top of her
right boob was pushing right up against his face and he could feel the warm
skin of her breast against his face. That part of her loose tank-top had come
down so most of her breast was exposed.

She stretched her body out more, stretching him out in the process. As she did
so, His face was pushing down on her tank-top so it went down more and exposed
more of her breast. He could feel more of the skin of her boob pushing against
his face and then her felt her nipple that had popped out actually touch down
near his chin.

She stretched her body out even more, trying to smother him, but in the
process he could feel her nipple moving up his face and towards his mouth. As
much as it sucked being pinned down by her like that, all that he wanted at
that point was for the nipple of this woman who was 24-years-older than he
was, to not go in his mouth.

All of his efforts right then were just trying to keep that from happening. He
lifted his chin and turned his head to the side, groaning as he did so, but he
could still feel her nipple moving up his face closer to his mouth. He felt it
touch his lip and right when he was certain that it was going to go in his
mouth, she started to get up.

She pushed herself up by pushing her hands on the ground on each side of his
head and then she pushed the bottom of her bare foot right on his face, using
her hands and her foot on his face, to push herself so she sat her butt on the
ground right behind his head. Seeing that he had an opportunity to escape, he
quickly lifted up his head. The second he did, she wrapped her legs right
around his neck.

"You just gave your neck to me," she said with amusement as she tightened her
legs around his neck easily, the fact that he was pulling on her legs not
stopping her at all. "You really don't know how to fight at all, do you?"

He really hated hearing her say that so he pulled as hard as he could at her
legs, feeling those plaid pajama pants of hers as he did. He thought that may
have been the first time he tested the strength of his arms against someone
else's legs but it didn't take long for him to realize that his arms had no
chance, even against a 42-year-old woman.

This woman who had been trying to act like she really cared about him was
showing no mercy as she didn't hold back on tightening her legs at all. It was
extremely painful and frightening feeling her squeeze his skinny neck with
those strong legs of hers and she kept doing it harder. It felt like she would
be able to squeeze his head right off, or at least knock him out. He felt weak
and helpless and he realized he could not fight her anymore. He started
desperately tapping out on the ground hoping she would let go. Luckily, she
did.

"I just kicked your ass," she said with a friendly laugh and she added to the
humiliation that he already felt as she reached forward and messed his hair
all up with her hand.

Now that he was free, hearing the old lady say that to him really got under
his skin. He forgot about all of the suffering she had just put him through
and all that was in his head was her just saying that she kicked his ass. He
sat up and looked at her to see a proud smile on her face. He didn't want to
be proud about kicking his ass and he didn't want her thinking she could.

"I went easy on you," he said and he noticed that his throat was a little
scratchy from having those powerful legs of hers squeezing his neck so hard.
She looked quite amused by the comment. "You didn't 'kick my ass'. You
couldn't do that."

"Oh REALLY?" she said and she looked and sounded like she was totally ready
for more. "Let's go at it some more then. Don't hold back at all since that's
what you claim you did. I don't want you make any excuses. Come on, tough guy
- show me what you got."

She had gotten up on her knees and she kneeled there looking quite confident
that she could handle any attack that he came at her with. When she told him
that she kicked his ass he really wanted to put her in her place for that put
know that she was giving him a chance to attack, he remembered what she had
just done to him and he was not feeling confident about what he could do to
her.

But she was standing there, arms down at her sides, not even in a defensive
position, looking like she wasn't afraid of him at all. He hesitated at first
but she just kept looking at him waiting for him to do something. He finally
went at her and tried to grab her, even though he wasn't looking confident
about it at all.

The two of them locked arms once he got in and her petite body felt extremely
strong as he tried to push her backwards. He was breathing heavily already as
he tried his best to fight her but she was just too strong for him. She
overpowered him, forced him on his back, and got on top of him.

He really did not like the feeling of this woman that was 24-years-older than
he was and smaller than him, having the ability to force him down like that
and overpower him. He gasped as he tried to push her off of him but he
couldn't do it. They wrestled on the floor for a bit with her in control when
she grabbed a hold of his left arm.

She took control of his wrist with her right hand then twisted up her left arm
with his arm to control it. He was completely helpless to move his arm as she
started bending it backwards. She smiled with her womanly smile as she twisted
his arm more and it felt like she was going to break it. He started to moan
and then he started tapping out on the ground again.

"Let go of me!" he yelled desperately, really fearing she would break his arm.

She released his arm enough where she wasn't bending it back anymore but she
still kept a hold of it and he could not pull it free. She continued to hold
onto it as she got off of him and moved to his side. She wrapped her legs
around his arm, trapping it in an arm-bar, put her legs over him with her
right foot pushing right into his face, and she leaned backwards, pointing his
thumb to the ceiling, and bending his arm again, feeling like she would break
it.

"Let go of me!" he said, trying to sound angry, but really starting to feel
afraid on the inside.

He tapped out with his free hand. That felt better than submitting to her. She
let him out of the arm-bar but still kept control of his arm making him feel
more afraid. It appeared that she wasn't just going to stop fighting him on
her own and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep on fighting now that
he was pretty sure he could not beat her - he really hated admitting that to
himself.

She still held onto his arm as she sat up and sat her strong butt back on his
chest to keep him down. And she sat so her back was facing his face, letting
go of his arm in the process. He decided he'd wait to see what she would try
and do before he fought back. She leaned forward and started to undo his
pants.

"Hey, cut it out!" he said as she calmly undid his belt, snap, and zipper.
"Leave my fucking pants alone!" He whined a bit when he said it, coming very
close to a cry.

"Don't you ever use that language in my house!" she said to him as she turned
around to look at him but she kept her hands right where they were. "And relax
- I just want to look."

With the woman who had already beaten him up having her hands so close to his
balls, he was scared to say anything else to her about it. So he just lay
there in fear waiting out to see what would happen. She pulled out the
waistband of his boxer shorts and ran the index finger of her other hand
through his pubes.

"You really need to trim it up down here," she said to him as she slowly ran
her finger through his pubes, causing him to feel a tickling feeling that felt
so incredibly awful. "You're at the age when you are going to start hooking up
with girls. Girls don't like a guy that can't keep himself trimmed up down
there."

He couldn't believe that he had to listen to this. He was supposed to be a
college student who was on his own and taking care of himself. He certainly
didn't want to be listening to that kind of advice from some old lady. She
continued to move her finger around in that area until she touched his dick.
He did not like the feeling of that at all.

"You have a really small penis," she said to him. "Before you hook up with a
girl I'd recommend that you make sure that she isn't superficial or
judgmental. I don't want to see you get your feelings hurt ... "

"Get off of me!" he yelled. "Pull my pants up and get off of me!"

She just turned around and smiled at him and he knew that unfortunately there
was nothing he could do about it if she didn't listen to him. And this was the
person that he was stuck living with for at least the next few months. He had
to try hard not to cry thinking about his situation.

She then turned around, pulled his underwear and pants back up, buttoned his
pants, and even buckled his belt again. He could still feel down there where
she had touched him, though, and he felt like he had been violated. She turned
around and got off of him, sitting next to him, and looking like she felt like
she could do whatever she wanted to him. He couldn't let it be like that.

He jumped up and lunged at her. She looked fairly surprised by his attack and
he forced the 130 pound woman down on her back. Finally he was on top of her
as he held her shoulders down and he was not planning on letting her up. She
was struggling fairly hard and it took all of his strength and energy to keep
her down.

When she was on top of him and he couldn't get her off of him he told himself
that some of it must have been that he wasn't prepared for her to be that
tough and that if he could just get on top that he'd be able to win. But even
when she was on her back she was strong and aggressive and he found holding
her down extremely difficult. He still felt weak and it felt like she could
push him off of her at any time.

She kicked her legs out and wrapped them around his ribs. She squeezed hard
and it was so painful for him that he quickly had to focus all of his
attention to her scissors and he had to let his hands free from holding her
down and try and pull her legs apart. He had never fought anyone before he was
so good with their legs and he really wished he had not neglected his legs so
much when he had worked out. Her strong legs were probably the main thing
about her that made her so tough to beat.

Unsure of what else to do, he continued to pull on her legs with his hands but
he knew he looked pathetic doing it as her legs felt so strong that he
couldn't even move them. He looked down at Jodi clenched her teeth as she
squeezed her legs harder causing him even more pain in his ribs. She was
clearly trying to hurt him.

She then used her legs to swing him down so he was lying on his side and she
kept him trapped in the scissors in the process. While he was still trying to
figure out a way to free himself, she started to sit up. She had really hurt
his legs when she scissored him and he was having a tough time moving.

She started to sit on him and all he could think was that he didn't want her
to undo his pants again so he desperately rolled over on his stomach before
she could sit on him too hard. His arms were at his side so she took his right
arm and started jacking it up behind his back.

He tried to push himself up but the more he would do that, the more it just
hurt his arm. She really liked going after his arm and she was really good at
causing him plenty of pain as she did. She kept jacking his arm up more,
making his eyes water up, and he started to whine a little bit. He couldn't
take the pain any longer and he tapped out on the ground again.

She let him free from the hold but she stayed sitting on him and even though
he couldn't see her he knew that she was planning what she was going to do
next. Trapped underneath her strong butt, he just had to wait to find out. She
leaned forward and got her right arm in underneath his neck, starting to get
him in a chokehold.

He tried to pull her arm away but she had the advantage of positioning on him
and also that she clearly just knew more about how to wrestle than he did. She
got her right arm in there good and got him in a good choke. She then rolled
onto her side, then rolled onto her back, taking him with her, and tightening
the choke on him more.

He pulled harder on her arm as he really felt her starting to choke him out
but she had her other arm involved now and was getting a tight rear-naked
choke on him. He was at the point where he lost almost all energy and drive to
fight her back and was feeling extremely submissive towards her.

She kicked out her legs and tightly wrapped them around his ribs from behind,
crossing her ankles to tighten it, and he could see her bare feet there right
out in front of him, seeing how feminine her feet looked, which reminded him
that that was a woman that was beating him up so easily.

She tightened the choke on him harder and he could tell that she was going to
knock him out if he didn't tap out so he did. She loosened up, but not much at
all. She still had her arms around his head and neck fairly tightly and she
didn't loosen up with her legs around his ribs at all.

And then she tightened the choke more again going just as tight as she had the
previous time. He was about to tap out but she loosened up before he did,
still showing control over him, though. She tightened her legs a lot and it
really hurt his ribs. She then tightened her arms then loosened up.

She was torturing him as much as she could without completely knocking him
out. He wanted to cry but instead it was just moans and whines that came out
as she toyed with him, tightening her arms and legs, then loosening them
again, but still controlling him enough so she could tighten back up
instantly. He could not take it any longer.

"What do I gotta do to get you to stop?" he said submissively.

"What will you do?" she said curiously.

"Anything," he said and after he said that he had a feeling that he was going
to regret saying that. She moved her head closer to him and he could feel her
mouth right by his ear.

"Will you rub my feet?" she said in a quiet voice into his ear, sounding like
she was almost trying to sound sexy as she said it, and he could feel her
breath against his ear when she did. It definitely didn't sound appealing but
she definitely could have requested worse.

"Yeah," he said.

"Alright," she said, still with the quiet voice, trying to sound sexy.

She let go of him and he heard her bare feet eagerly stomping on the floor as
she scooted back over to the couch she had been sitting on when he got home.
She had a seat, stretched out her legs, and put her bare feet right back on
the table. She stretched out her toes, moving them back and forth, as she
looked like she was really getting prepared to have her feet taken care of.
Tanner looked at those 42-year-old bare feet and couldn't believe that he had
to do this. Now that he wasn't trapped in that brutal chokehold anymore with
her powerful legs crushing his ribs, he regretted agreeing to do this.

"Come on," she said, wiggling her toes back and forth some more and he really
wished that she would stop doing that.

He crawled over on his knees to her feet and then looked up at the smile on
her face as she sat comfortably on the couch. He grabbed her left foot and
just the feeling of it made him feel so degraded. He started rubbing them,
putting nothing into it, and really hoped that she didn't plan on having him
do this for long.

"Rub them good," she said nicely, but sternly, as she pointed all ten of her
toes in his direction like that was her way of pointing at him instead of with
her finger. "If I can tell you're not trying and just trying to get this over
with then I'll get up and beat you up again - and then I'll stick my foot
right down your throat."

It was quite the frightening threat thinking about her doing that to him and
it was plenty to motivate him to give it his all as he started rubbing her
feet. He couldn't believe that he was that afraid of this old lady that
rubbing her feet like he was her bitch was preferable to anything else she
could do to him.

But that was the position that he was in as he rubbed her feet good. He really
hoped that she would realize how hard he was trying and not just bully him,
say he wasn't doing it good enough, and get up and do what she threatened to
do. Thinking about that possibility motivated him to put even more effort into
giving her a good foot rub.

"How is it for you knowing that your old lady can kick your ass?" she said to
him, every time she talked about kicking his ass it really bothered him. "You
embarrassed about that? Guys your age tend to have fragile egos."

He didn't say anything in response and he wouldn't look at her but he could
feel himself blushing. He just focused more on her feet so he didn't have to
look at her and hoped that if he just worked really hard at that foot rub and
did a good job that she wouldn't tease him anymore.

"Oh, that feels so good!" she said, and although he was glad that she wasn't
talking about kicking his ass anymore, he really didn't want to hear how much
she was enjoying that either. "I should have you do this more often. I work
hard to put a roof over both of our heads and I could really use one of these
at the end of each day. Especially on the days that I work out. Yeah, I'm
going to make that a rule, you need to rub my feet every night when I get
home."

He wouldn't look her in the eyes but he could clearly hear every word she was
saying. He looked right at the bottoms of her feet as he listened to her and
he thought about actually having to do what she was telling him he had to. It
made him angry and upset and he started to rub her feet harder out of anger -
but she still seemed to like it.

"And I don't think I like you just completely abandoning me on the weekends
either," she continued. "I'll let you go out with your friends on Friday
nights but on Saturday nights you are going to stay in so we can spend some
time together. We can play board games, watch movies, whatever. And you can
rub my feet for longer on Saturday nights since we'll have more time. That
sounds much better to me. You really need to spend more time with me."

He rubbed her feet even harder. He had gone away to college so he could have
more freedom but now he felt like he was under someone's control more than
ever. He was rubbing her right foot when she took the toes on her left foot
and poked his face with them. She did that because she could.

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