I knew it was wrong.
I don’t trust anyone who ever says otherwise. People don’t really lose their head and become overwhelmed by lust and lose control. We all know exactly what we’re doing. And we make a decision to do bad things, even when we know we’re crossing a line. It’s not that we can’t help ourselves. We just choose to act and worry about rationalizing our behavior later.
I can come up with excuses. Just like everyone else. It had been SO LONG since I’d been touched. I got caught up in the moment. Although I’d been a wild girl who ended up with a baby when I was still a teenager, I’d spent at the past 25 years on my best behavior–raising Lance, going to PTA meetings, working hard, and then helping raise Lance raise his stepson, Luke.
But those are just excuses.
Like I said, I knew it was wrong.
I could have stopped myself.
I just didn’t want to.
It was the summer after Luke finished high school. My son, Lance, and his wife, Carrie, had rented a big house out at the lake and invited me to come with them. I wasn’t thrilled about it. The area was flooded with college kids and people looking to party during the summer. I would have much rather taken Luke to someplace fun–like Europe or a tropical beach. But it’s what he wanted and the trip was his reward for getting a scholarship to a small school thanks to great grades and playing soccer. A lot of friends went there for the summer–including Bree, his bookish girlfriend. Her parents had a place and went every summer.
I was picturing days spent with family either lying on the beach or boating. I imagined evenings cooking out and playing board games. But apparently that was only my idea. The first day there, Luke shot out the door first thing in the morning to go see his girlfriend. After 18 years of being parents, Lance and Carrie were just as eager to cut loose and went off on their own. Poor grandma was left alone reading in the sun on a secluded little stretch of beach near a quiet cove.
Day two started off in much the same way. My son and his wife were gone before we’d even had breakfast. Apparently they’d met another couple with a boat and planned on spending the day on the lake.
“Why don’t you invite Bree and her parents over, Luke? We can all do something,” I suggested.
He hemmed and hawed and shifted his weight from foot to food.
“I mean…that sounds nice, grandmom,” he said. “But we sort of had plans…maybe another day?”
I assured him it was OK if he went with his girlfriend. And then started planning out another day on my own.
I went up to my room and did an hour of yoga. Despite my age, I’ve managed to stay in pretty good shape and have the body of a woman still in her early 40s–if not younger. I’ve never been much of a runner. With my curves, even in a sports bra is causes quite a scene. So I’ve been doing yoga for years.
I’d bought a new black, bandeau bikini for the trip. It wasn’t something I’d feel comfortable wearing on a crowded beach, but thought it was perfect for the secluded strip of sand I’d found the day before. I put it on with a long white linen button down shirt, big sunglasses, and a big sun hat. Then I grabbed a blanket and my book and headed to the little cove.
Of course, as I approached I heard voices. I emerged from the trees on the little trail to find a couple pressed very closely together on a blanket. He was kissing her neck, but they jumped apart when they say me. I could see the boner in his swim trunks and the strap on her beige and white bikini was pushed down her left shoulder–exposing a lot of her large, left breast.
“Pardon me,” I said and started to turn away. But they insisted I sit down and told me not to be silly. They opened a cooler and offered me a beer, even though it wasn’t even 10 in the morning. I took one and went to reading my book.
The man was handsome, muscular and Caribbean. She had brown skin and dark hair–perhaps Puerto Rican–and a curvy body. They looked to be in their mid-thirties. Over the next half hour I read and they had at least 2 drinks a piece. They were gradually inching closer to one another. She kissed him on the lips and pulled away to walk to the water. He quickly followed.
I tried to keep reading, but my eyes were drawn to the couple. They were moving very close together. Water was glistening off their fit bodies. They drifted closely together and she put her hands around his neck. I watched them kiss. She seemed to be bobbing up and down in his lap. Suddenly I was sure they were having sex. Twenty feet away from me, they were doing it in the water. I was shocked, jealous, and slightly aroused at the same time.
But then she floated away from him and quickly left the water.
“See you at home,” she called.
She started gathering their things. He stayed in the water a bit before coming out. His wet drunks clung to one very hard penis. They had obviously not had sex–yet. But she must have been teasing them.
While they were swimming I had taken off my wrap. When he approached he let his eyes wander up and down my body. He was very obvious about it. And made no effort to hide his erection.
“How old are you?” he asked.
I thought it an odd question, but I felt a little tingly from the attention and the alcohol and didn’t mine answering. I told him I was in my early 50s.
“Damn,” he said. “You’re lying. You can’t be older than 40. Not with a body like that.”
I blushed and thanked him for the compliment.
“Hey,” he said. “We love to have company. Why don’t you come back with me? I promise it will be fun.”
I knew the lake had a reputation for partying. And I’d heard from friends of being approached by swingers when they were in hot tubs or pools around the lake. I couldn’t believe it was happening to me.
I politely declined the invitation, but he persisted for several minutes. Finally he gave up, but not before telling me exactly where I could find them. He gave me directions at least three times. And then he left.
My body was tingling. I was excited. I wanted to do something about it. I thought about the big empty house. And suddenly I knew I had to go back and enjoy a nice long bath and some personal time with myself.
The whole way back I kept thinking of the man’s offer and the way he had been eyeballing my body. He was standing there with a boner and his eyes on my breasts and not being the least bit subtle. It excited me even more.
I rushed through the door–eager to have the house alone to myself–and for the second time that day I realized my plans weren’t going to work out. I heard hushed voices from upstairs. And then I heard the unmistakable sound of woman moaning with delight.
I immediately realized that my son and his wife were back for a little fun. I thought about leaving, but didn’t want to give up on my own plans. I decided I could slip quietly past their room, up the stairs, and into the bathroom without them noticing and an awkward encounter between us all.
The master bedroom door was open and I had to pass it to get to the stairs. I sat my things down quietly. There was more moaning. I took a deep breath and stepped by quickly and tried not to glance in. But I caught a glimpse of long, auburn hair out of the corner of my eye.
Carrie had dark hair with copper streaks. Was Lance with another woman?
Quietly, I stepped back to peak through the door. It was open just enough for me to look in and still be obscured.
It wasn’t Carrie.
It was Bree–my step-grandson’s girlfriend.
And it wasn’t my son, Lance. It was my grandson, Luke.
My mind started to spin. I’d never imagined Luke as sexually active. He was an athlete and attractive, but he was also bookish. And Bree seemed like the stereotypical “good girl.” She was always dressed in vintage dresses and into literature and art and obscure bands. I didn’t think of myself as clueless when it came to my grandson. I’d just never imagined the possibility.
I stood frozen in the door. I was unable to move. It’s like my feet were stuck in cement.
Bree had on a sleeveless white button down and a loose blue skirt with a white floral pattern. It looked like an outfit you’d see a mom wearing on a sixties sitcom. A couple of buttons were open on her blouse and I could see her white bra and freckled cleavage.
Her skirt was flipped up and her legs were spread. Luke had her white cotton panties pushed aside. And he was shoving two fingers into Bree’s pussy.
She gasped and moaned as he pounded her. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t stop myself from watching.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Luke. Don’t stop.”
He awkwardly reached over and fondled her breast. They kissed one another clumsily. And then he started fingering her harder.
Bree’s thighs were quivering. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back. She bit her lip to stifle a loud moan.
“That’s hot,” I heard him say. “I like it when you’re loud.”
“What if someone comes home?” she panted.
“They won’t. My parents are out all day. And my grandmother is probably off somewhere with a book.”
He fucked her harder with his fingers. This time she opened her mouth and cried loudly.
“Oh, YES,” she called. “Oh, YES! Make me cum, Luke.”
He fingered her faster. She started crying out rhythmically. Her nice chest started shaking as he pounded her. I was shocked by what was happening. And I still couldn’t pull away. In fact, I felt myself getting turned on.
“Oh! Oh! OH!” she called out. And then she came. It was obvious. Her body shook and quivered. Her face contorted wildly. I actually though she might shed tears. She embraced Luke and they kissed. And then he tried to bury his face in her tits.
“Now do me,” he said.
Bree nodded. Luke stood up and dropped his swim trunks to the ground. I almost gasped out loud when I saw his big dick.
It was MONSTROUS! How could this skinny boy be walking around with something like that in his pants? It was thick and long! As impressive as anything I’d seen in over three decades of dating. I wondered if Bree knew how lucky she was. I wondered if she was even ready for that.
“Why don’t we just go all the way?” Luke asked. “I think we’re ready.”
Bree shook her head.
He started pleading with her. He was almost whining and begging for sex, but she held firm. She took that massive dick in her tiny hands.
“It’s this or nothing,” she said firmly. “Which do you want?”
As soon as she put her hand on his cock, his expression changed. You could tell the sensation of someone else touching it was still new to him.
“OK,” he said. “Do it.”
“You know you like it,” she said teasingly.
He nodded.
“Just do it,” he almost whimpered.
Bree took her hand back and licked her palm. She flashed him a coquettish look. She reached into her little vintage hand bag and produced a bottle of lotion. She took it and drizzled some on Luke’s dick. He gasped when the cool liquid touched him.
Bree wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She glided it upwards. Luke moaned in a way I’d never imagined him capable of. She moved her hand nice and slow. Her eyes darted back and forth from his face to his big cock.
I felt like a voyeur. I was standing hidden by the door and gawking while my son’s step-child got jacked off by his girlfriend. And it was turning me on. My swimsuit was getting damp, but I hadn’t been in the water all day. Without thinking, I’d pushed my white linen cover-up back between my thighs. I was caressing my mound.
It was obvious it wouldn’t take Luke long to finish. He started breathing heavily as Bree went up and down his thick shaft. His knees were shaking.
“Oh shit,” he said. “It feels so good!”
Bree seemed to know when he was close. I imagined she’d done this a few times. She stopped stroking him and gripped his cock near the head. She started bouncing her arm rapidly.
Luke started crying out in a deep voice.
Standing in the door, I pushed a finger into my pussy. I didn’t make a conscious decision. It just happened.
Bree gave Luke a few final tugs on that big dick. And he erupted like a volcano. He cried out in ecstasy as big gobs of fun shot into the air. She kept pumping his cock until he was completely dry.
A small whimper escaped my lips. I was afraid they’d heard me, but neither of them looked at the door. I immediately pulled away and rushed off to my room. I shut the door hard. I didn’t really care if they heard that. It’s not like they’d know I’d been standing in the doorway like a creepy voyeur. I rushed to the shower. My hands were shaking. I started with the buttons on my linen cover up, but I kept fumbling. Finally I just pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor. I peeled off the bandeau bikini top. My big nipples were hard. I rubbed them a second, then quickly stripped out of my bikini bottom. My pussy was soaked.
I turned on the shower and stepped back to let the water heat up. I leaned against the cool tile. I closed my eyes and started touching myself. My hands roamed over my huge tits and down my flat stomach. I found my swollen clit and teased it. I spread my pussy lips. And then I plunged two fingers inside.
I stepped into the steaming water as I fucked my hungry cunt. I moaned loudly. The hot water rushed down my body and dripped from my nipples. I groaned and sighed. And I kept fucking myself.
Everything I’d seen that day was on my mind. The sexy couple on the beach. The way they’d been touching one another. And Luke and Bree. I pictured his finger sliding in and out of her. I thought about his freakishly large cock. I knew it was wrong, but I pictured it sliding inside me instead of my own fingers. I came hard, but it did nothing to calm me down. I wanted more.
I leaned against the wall and fucked myself faster and harder. I rubbed my own clit. The sound of my palm slapping against my twat echoed off the tile. I cried out loudly. And I came a second time.
I felt week in the knees. I put the stopper in the tub and allowed it to fill up. Then I sat down and languidly rubbed my tits and nipples while I cooled down.
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