All characters are over 18 and entirely fictional. All rights reserved.
—
Dear Diary,
Since I have time off from my grueling coursework this summer, I thought it would be a idea good to head up to Grandma’s house for a visit. She still lives in a cottage-style house a few miles from town, by herself these days. I think she gets lonely up there, but she never lets on when I’m around. Anyway, she had mentioned to my mom that a few of her appliances were on the fritz. I figured stopping by would give us time to catch up while I played Mr. Handyman around the house.
Turns out grandma has a gift for understatement. The house was a mess. First, and most pressing, is that there’s no air conditioning. More on that in a minute. Beyond that, her computer was riddled with viruses. And the phone lines don’t work. She was completely cut off from the world, except through her old cell phone. So far I managed to clean out most of the computer viruses, but I’m still not sure what’s wrong with the phones.
And oh yeah, it’s hot as blazes without the A/C. So much so that, since I first arrived, I haven’t seen grandma in a stitch of clothing. She says with the heat she just can’t be bothered, that it’s her own damn house, etc. It’s crazy. I tried reminding her that she’s not alone anymore, for the time being, but the most positive response I’ve gotten so far was a wink and a saunter in the other direction.
And since it is so hot, I’ve really been sweating around the house. So she’s started coming after me. First, she suggested losing the shirt and shoes, which was fine enough. But I was still sweating, so this afternoon she insisted I ditched the rest. When I politely declined, she walked up to me, seemingly ever-hard nipples pressing into my chest, and jerked my shorts down to my ankles. Said she’d had enough of me being finnicky; she’s too old to be embarrassed about anything, and I shouldn’t be either.
Well she may not be embarrassed, but our TV dinner was super awkward for me tonight. She only has the one couch, so we sat next to each other eating, occasionally rubbing our thighs together when she would stretch out. That, and her surprisingly raunchy taste in TV shows, meant I had an inescapable boner for the last part of the evening. I tried to cover it with my hands, but damnit if that didn’t make grandma just look down and giggle. During one of the more romantic scenes, she even leaned into my shoulder and put her hand over mine, which of course was covering my erection. She turned to look me in the eye, ran her smooth hand down mine and started massaging my balls resting on the couch. It was surreal. At the same time, it felt so good that I instinctively wrapped my arm around her and loosened my other hand covering my cock. For the rest of the show, I couldn’t help but stare between grandma’s hand rubbing my balls and her hard nipples pointing toward the screen. Come to think of it, I can’t remember a time all day when her nipples weren’t hard.
The show eventually ended. I wouldn’t have noticed except grandma stopped massaging my balls just long enough run her fingertip up my cock, and the sensation drew my eyes forward. It was pitch black outside. The TV was off, leaving just the glow from her bedroom to light the living room. We sat there for a while, grandma circling the tip of my engorged cock with her finger, digging her head into my neck and shoulder. I closed my eyes for a while, trying to think of what to do, or at least how to get out of this without hurting grandma’s feelings.
As I was contemplating my escape, grandma continued lazily working my tip, and to my shame brought me dangerously close to cumming all over both of us. When she felt my hips start to buck grandma grabbed my entire shaft with her smooth hand. Somehow, I had the sense to take her hand off my cock just before exploding. She looked up at me, and devilishly fished her free hand back down to my crotch. I caught that too, and in the struggling pushed grandma onto her back on the couch, holding her hands above her head to try and buy me some time.
The victory was short lived, as my aching cock had merely traded the soft touch of her hands for the soft skin on her inner thighs. I peered down at our new predicament before finally letting go of grandma’s hands. She wrapped them around my face, gave my hair a quick ruffle and then pulled my mouth to hers for the longest, wettest kiss of my life.
As grandma sucked my tongue into her mouth her hips bucked under mine, grazing drenched pussy lips against the tip of my cock. It wasn’t long before she had run her hand back down to my shaft. I didn’t object this time as she positioned me just outside her pussy hole. I pushed in, sliding in easily while my hands worked their way to grandma’s surprisingly firm breasts and ever-hard nipples.
Bottoming out inside my grandmother felt better than it had any right to. Her experienced pussy seemed to pull and clench around my already engorged cock, holding my head against her cervix. My other head was held tightly by her arms against her face, engaged in a sloppy tongue war.
I managed a fair minute of pumping into grandma before feeling that ever-familiar tightening below. I wrested my open mouth from hers for a moment. “I’m gonna…I can’t…in you…” was all my blood-starved brain could produce. Grandma just smiled, releasing my head from her arms for what I hoped was a moment of sense. Instead, she grabbed both my ass cheeks with a loud slap and pulled, sawing me in and out of her for a few final moments. “Of course you can, sweetie. You can cum in your grandma as–much–as–you–want,” she added, twistedly mimicking her usual sweet voice with me.
Well, that was enough. I began unloading waves of hot cum in what little of her sex wasn’t currently occupied. I shook both of us for several moments to the sound of “that’s it, that’s it,” feeling streams of my baby juice ebb from between us and onto the couch. The last smacks of our sinful flesh were inevitably the loudest, before I’d spent a weeks-worth of sperm reserve into my too-willing grandmother.
I rolled to the edge of the couch once the deed was fully done. Grandma dug a few fresh globs from her inner thigh and licked her fingers clean. She hadn’t stopped smiling since the movie started, I realized. “We’ll have to work a bit on your stamina, grandson,” she chuckled, checking for any more of my goo to scoop up and enjoy. “But I guess I’ve got all weekend for that…”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7pgiqo/weekend_at_grandmas_via_rnaughtyfamilydiary_fm_inc