Mildred loved sucking dick. She was 79 and had spent all her adult life sucking dick. She loved sucking men off in their 20s, men in their 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s. Even men in their 70s. But more than anything else in the whole world she loved sucking 18-year-old boys off. Their dicks were juicier, she found, a lot stiffer, harder and most definitely hotter. And of course they were the best squirters by a mile...well not literally of course. That wasn't possible even for the most tender of dicks.

It was no secret, Mildred's love for teenage dick. Her friend Agnes, she knew all about it.

"It's about time you stopped," she said to her one afternoon, over a cup of tea and a hobnob.

"Stop? Me? Never. You know me, Agnes. I'll suck till I drop."

"I don't know where you get the energy from, Mildred. I really don't."

"I get it from sucking cock, that's where I get it from. Better than all those multi-vitamins you take, Agnes."

"What is?"

"Spunk."

"You're filthy you are, Mildred."

"I know. Always have been, Agnes. You know me."

"I know you too well."

"I'm too old to change my ways now, Agnes."

"I suppose so."

Mildred and Agnes dunk their hobnobs in their tea. When Agnes pulled hers out it was all soggy.

"Oh Mildred. Look. It's all soggy just like your fanny."

"You're only jealous, Agnes"

"Dead right I am."

A couple of days later Mildred was on the number 87 bus and there was a fit lad sitting on the seat facing her. Couldn't have been a day over 18. She always sat at the back hoping that a nice looking 18-year-old lad would sit on the seat facing, and it often happened. All the other old ladies were boring. They always sat at the front of the bus, the ones reserved for boring old ladies who needed to hold on to the handrails. Mildred was having none of that nonsense. She always headed straight to the back where the teenagers sat.

There were plenty of seats for her to sit. It wasn't as if there was no room to sit anywhere else but the lad was sitting at the back so she went and sat on the seat facing him. He was gorgeous. Mildred couldn't keep here eyes off him. He was wearing tight white nylon tracksuit bottoms and he wasn't wearing any underpants. She knew that because she could see the shape of his cock. She could see his bell end pressing against his trackies. He was cut, she could see that. He had a really big helmet.

He must have been thinking about something sexy, this lad, for Mildred could see that his dick was getting bigger, His bell end was swelling up, pushing against the tight clinging nylon. He must have been thinking about shagging his girlfriend, Mildred thought to herself. Or maybe it was the vibrations of the bus ride making him feel sexy, the vibrations of the bus ride sending sexy tingles through his dick. That tended to happen a lot on buses, Mildred had noticed: 18-year-old boys getting erections, the vibrations making their dicks feel all tingly. Most of the times the boys were embarrassed and tried to hide their bulges but sometimes they just liked to sit there and show it off, just like this boy seemed to be doing.

His dick was definitely growing. This lad was definitely getting a bit of a dick throb on him, his cockhead pressing against his white trackies.

Yes, there we are. There's the proof.

There was a little wet patch where his pre-cum was dribbling out of his nob.

Dirty little bastard!

I've a good mind to pull him up out of the seat and smack his bum, Mildred thought to herself. Sitting on a bus with jizz dribbling out of his nob. Shouldn't be allowed. Sitting there with his dick leaking, not arsed who could see. Probably getting off on it, knowing that it was showing.

Mildred just sat there looking at him.

What are you thinking about, sexy? What are you thinking about to make that dick of yours all throbbing with sexy tingles? Eh? Tell Mildred all about it. She'll understand. Probably thinking about fit girls with nice big tits. It's all they think about, boys. They're sex mad.

He knew his dick bulge was showing. Course he did. If he had his way he'd get his cock out and show it to everybody on the bus. It wouldn't bother Mildred. The old ladies at the front of the bus, they'd be well disgusted. They'd be getting their inhalers out, gripping tight to the handrails. And when they got home they'd write a letter to the bus company. You would have thought a fit 18-year-old lad like this flashing his nob would bring a bit of excitement to their humdrum lives. But no, they'd just complain.

Oh it's disgusting. Throw him off the bus, driver!

You throw him off, you throw me off as well. That's what Mildred would say.

His dick bulge was definitely getting bigger. It was that bumpy bit of the road they'd just gone over.

"Oh wouldn't you think they'd do something about the state of these roads," the old lady at the front said, the one wearing the pink hat.

The one with the blue cardigan, she wasn't complaining. She enjoyed the bumpy roads as much as the horny lad. She looked like she was the sort of old dear who sat on top of washing machines.

"They're getting worse. Potholes everywhere," said the old lady in the pink hat.

"Oh for fuck's sake, stop moaning, woman," said Mildred under her breath.

If the roads were nice and smooth there'd be no vibrations to get these sensitive dicks boned up. And we can't be having that, a bus full of soft dicks.

This boy was definitely showing off. Mildred felt like getting up and pulling the lad's trackie bottoms down, grabbing hold of his big sticky dick. She knew it was sticky. Oh it was sticky all right. She could tell the way his trackies were clinging to it. She loved a sticky dick, did Mildred. 18-year-old boys, they do tend to have sticky dicks. Sticky dicks and sweaty balls. She loved that, when his balls are well sweaty, his floppy ballbag sticking to the insides of his thighs, balls hanging in a loose floppy bag.

He'd like that, this boy, if she pulled his trackies down and grabbed hold of his big sticky dick, if she took hold of his loose ballbag, pulled it away from the insides of his thighs, everybody on the bus watching whilst she had a good fiddle with his sticky dick and sweaty balls.

Dirty lad.

Dirty lad?

More like dirty old Mildred.

Mildred, you should be ashamed of yourself.

She'd say to him, "What's this then?"

He'd say, "It's my dick. What do you think it is?"

"Want it wanking off, do you?"

"Oh yes please."

All the other passengers on the bus, they'd be feeling really uncomfortable. They'd be thinking: there's going to be some trouble here now.

Fair enough, the lad did look a bit intimidating. But Mildred knew better. She knew he was gagging for it. That's all he wanted, a bit of tender loving care on his cock. He wasn't interested in trouble. She understood these chavs with their bulging trackies. He was gagging for it. Course he was. That wet patch in his trackies told her that.