Her door was flung open, a sickly yellow light spilling from the dim lamp across her fifty-eight-year-old body. She lay sprawled on the bed, nightgown soaked and clinging to her heavy breasts, nipples poking through, hips thick and curved. Her thighs flopped open, wet fabric showing off the silky pubic hair underneath. Outside, a scruffy tabby perched on the flower box, fur matted from the rain, yellow eyes cutting through the streaked window with a low growl. Her silver hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, wild and messy. Thunder hit hard, shaking the walls, and Jamie felt his balls tighten, breath snagging as he stared at her—ripe, untouchable, reeking of sex. A rooster strutted up next to the cat, feathers slick, beak cocked as the storm snarled.

He dropped between her legs, the mattress creaking under his weight. He pushed her thighs apart, her swollen cunt glistening, lips spread like they were begging for it. Her smell slammed into him—raw, sweaty, horny—making his jaw lock. The cat’s growl got louder, tail smacking the glass. He went for it, tongue diving into her slick hole, slurping up the hot, salty rush coating his mouth. She twitched awake, eyes cracking open in the half-light, breath hitching as she felt him eating her out. Propping up on her elbows, panic flickered in her chest, the sight of him down there hitting her slow and heavy. “No, no, we can’t,” she whispered, voice shaky with a thrill she didn’t want to feel, fighting the heat creeping up on her, scared but burning anyway. She knew it was wrong, but her body wasn’t listening.

Her hands slid to his head, pressing soft against his scalp, fingers spreading as she nudged him, thighs squirming under him. The cat’s eyes sharpened, staring. “Jamie, stop,” she murmured, tight and torn, her plea trembling with a need she couldn’t kill. Her fingers hung there, barely pushing as her breath caught, stuck between shoving him off and the fire building low. “What are we doing?” she whispered, more to herself, voice thin as his tongue hit her clit, sending a shiver she couldn’t stop. She squirmed again, then froze—fingers digging into his hair for a second, holding her breath, resisting just a beat.

Her legs stiffened, squeezing shut for a moment, then fell open wider, slow, like she didn’t mean it, hips jerking up to his tongue against her will. “Please, Jamie—no,” she whispered one last time, voice fading as her thighs spread more, hips tilting up, chasing his mouth despite herself. Lightning flashed, lighting up his face buried in her, and he sucked her clit—sharp heat ripping through her, dragging out a low moan she couldn’t choke down. Thunder rolled, and she started to crack—fingers shaking, slipping to cup his face, nails scraping his jaw as the storm’s growl matched hers. Then she yanked him in hard, hips bucking up sharp. “Yes, yes, oh God yes—don’t stop, baby, keep going,” she hissed, raw and desperate, all that pent-up want spilling out as he sucked harder, teeth grazing her swollen clit, tasting her messy, salty flood.

He worked her clit with his tongue, teasing flicks, then sucked it between his lips, rolling it relentless. Her hips jumped, thighs shaking as he shoved his face deeper, nose smashed into her bush, chin dripping with her. The rooster twitched, feathers shifting. A loud thud hit the window—the cat’s paws pressed into the glass, ears flicking. The rooster’s beak cracked open, a weak crow swallowed by the wind. She groaned loud, nails raking his scalp as he ate her—tongue stabbing, lips slurping her soaking heat. “This is so wrong,” she panted, hips slamming up, rubbing her wet cunt over his mouth, “but it feels too damn good.” Her thighs locked around his head, quivering as he jammed two fingers into her, her insides grabbing them, hot and slick, squishing with every thrust. The cat’s tail whipped slow. Her juices ran thick, dripping down his chin, pooling on the sheets. The rooster stood stiff, watching through the rain.

Thunder exploded, rattling everything, and she broke. A scream tore out of her, rough and wild, her pussy clamping down, pulsing around his fingers and tongue. The cat flattened against the flower box, soaked flat. She let loose, gushing hard, thick spurts hitting his face, filling his mouth with her sharp, salty taste. Her insides squeezed his fingers as she sprayed mid-orgasm, hot and messy, soaking his hand, his neck, the bed. Her thighs crushed his head, trembling, ass lifting as she thrashed, whispering his name in shaky gasps. He kept at it, sucking and fingering her through the mess, swallowing her down, face lost in her slick. The rooster let out a weak crow, drowned by the storm.

She collapsed, panting, her pussy still dripping, twitching around his fingers as he pulled them out with a wet sound. The cat’s tail slowed. Lightning hit, and she sat up, eyes locking on his—wide, glassy, blazing with lust and shock. She grabbed his face, kissing him rough, tasting herself on him. “My sweet baby,” she muttered, thick and shaky, tongue sliding over his, wet with her own cum. Her hand dropped, brushing his boxers, feeling him hard and throbbing. The rooster’s beak tipped up, feathers shining wet.

She’d just had one hell of an orgasm and wasn’t done. His cock hung there, veiny, purple head swollen and slick, inches from her face. The cat’s ears flicked, the rooster crowed soft. She lunged forward on her belly, taking him in her mouth with a sudden, fierce need. She sucked him gentle but sure, lips stretching around him, tongue tracing the head, running along the veins as she worked him. She slurped loud, silver hair falling over her face. The rooster’s crow cut through the rain’s hiss.

Her hands grabbed his balls, heavy and tight, rolling them while her other hand dug into his ass, pulling him deeper. The cat’s eyes glowed steady, locked on. She sucked him like she’d done it a hundred times—hard, sloppy, no holding back. His cock hit her throat, choking her a little as she kept going, drool running down her chin. The rooster’s claws scratched the flower box. She looked up, eyes fierce, no shame. Lightning flashed, showing her face—lips stretched wide, cheeks sucked in, spit gleaming.

Jamie groaned, hips jerking as she took him deeper, throat tightening around him. “Fuck, Grammy Barb—” he gasped, hands twisting in her silver hair, gripping hard. The cat’s growl eased off. She pulled back a second, spit trailing from her lips to his cock, and grinned—dirty, knowing—before diving back in, taking him all the way. She hummed, the buzz hitting him hard, and he thrust, fucking her mouth now, no stopping. The rooster’s feathers flared.

She propped up on her elbows, breasts swaying under the wet nightgown as she sucked him with everything she had. The cat’s tail flicked again. She grabbed his hips, setting the pace, taking him deep with a hungry edge. “So wrong,” she mumbled, pulling off just enough to breathe, hot against his slick cock, “but I need it—need you.” Then she went back down, sucking harder, tongue whipping, eyes locked on his. The rooster crowed sharp.

Lightning snapped, and Jamie’s balls tightened, his cock jumping in her mouth. She felt it, knew it, and went all in—squeezing his balls, clawing his ass, pulling him so deep her nose hit his hair, gagging as she made him fuck her throat. “Fuck—Grammy Barb, I’m—” he choked, hips stuttering, and she moaned loud, egging him on, sucking with wet, nasty slurps that beat the storm. The rooster’s crow hit its peak. He came hard, thick cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed fast, but it was too much—more spilled out, coating her tongue, leaking past her lips, dripping down her chin in white streaks. The cat’s eyes dulled. She pulled off, gasping, jerking him as he kept going, splattering her face, neck, breasts with it.

The cat and rooster stood frozen, heads tilted, staring through the glass as Jamie dropped beside her, breathing hard, cock still twitching, wet with her spit and his cum. The rooster’s crow faded. She wiped her mouth with her hand, grinning, and leaned over, kissing him deep, shoving his own cum into his mouth with her tongue. “My sweet baby,” she whispered, raw, as the storm kept pounding.

They lay there, chests heaving, turning to look at each other. Thunder rumbled, and he went for a kiss, which she took eagerly. The cat’s ears eased up. His fingers ran down her body, sliding into her heat—so hot it almost burned. “Grammy Barb,” he said, “you’re on fire.” She met his eyes. The rooster and cat glanced at each other, then back. She smirked. “Maybe you need to use your hose to put it out.” He was hard again, moving between her legs as she spread them wide. The rooster shifted.

His cock slid over her, teasing her clit for a bit as she squirmed and moaned under him. The cat’s tail moved slow. He pushed in—thunder cracked—and she gasped, catching her breath as he sank deeper, filling her. The rooster crowed low. They kissed hard, tongues tangled. He started slow, then lifted up, grabbing her ankles, raising her hips. Her pussy gripped him tight, pulling him in with every thrust, hungry and deep. The cat’s eyes glowed faint. She rocked with him, squeezing, breath catching as they found a rhythm.

The rain slammed down, matching his thrusts. Her pussy held him, hot and wet, squishing with each push. The cat’s fur bristled a little. His cock throbbed inside her, steady. The rooster’s feathers spread. “Harder, baby,” she rasped, voice rough with want. He pounded her, headboard banging. The rooster crowed louder. Lightning flashed, her breasts bouncing, nipples hard. He rubbed her clit with his thumb—she cried out, thighs shaking. The cat’s ears flattened. “Yes—fuck, yes,” she panted, arching up.

He kissed her hard, bruising, her leg hooking his waist, dragging him deeper. The rooster’s crow cut through the storm. Thunder hit, and she gasped, “Don’t stop—God, don’t stop.” He spread her wider, slamming in, her insides pulsing around him. The cat’s tail flicked with the wind. She rubbed her clit fast, cries matching the storm. “Jamie—fuck, I’m—” she choked, body locking up, gushing around him. The cat crouched low. Her scream got lost in thunder, hips bucking wild.

He groaned, unloading into her, thick and heavy. The rooster’s crow spiked, feathers wide. She moaned, her pussy squeezing as he dropped, hands slipping off her ankles. The cat’s growl faded. They lay tangled, his cock twitching, her leaking onto the soaked sheets. The storm kept going, but the cat and rooster went still, eyes dimming. She kissed him slow, whispering, “My sweet boy,” tasting their mess, as the rain hammered down.