That morning Grandma smiled at me a lot more than usual, her eyes sparkling, and after being skittish around her for a bit, her easy-going attitude and body language wore off on me and I began to relax. The incident seemed to have evolved into some kind of private joke/shared experience between us. When I tried to wash dishes after breakfast she even came up beside me and gave me a sideways hug, then bumped me firmly aside with her generous hip and took over.
Grandpa stayed home that day so I was able to borrow the truck and wander around the valley, revisiting my childhood haunts and reminiscing. I wandered over to the next town, even smaller that Union, which had a pool built over a hot spring. Then back to Union to spend an hour in the tiny but awesome museum. Before heading home I walked across the street to the post office to pick up the mail for Grandma, there were no mail boxes in Union, and everyone came to town to pick it up.
While I was waiting for the clerk to bring the mail up front, a best friend of my dad’s from high school, Ronald, recognized me and invited me over to dinner at his place.
“Your dad mentioned you might be coming this summer.” he gushed. “Jessy and I would love to have you over, if’n you don’t have anything going on!”
“Just you and Jessy?” I asked. I had spent time with his family before and had several fond memories of their down-home hospitality. Jessy was my only friend in Union that wasn’t a relative!
“Oh yeah. My wife left me ‘n ‘er daughter a few years back, said she couldn’t handle the country life anymore!” he explained, shaking his head. “She’s married to some white-collar law-yer type up in Olympia now-a-days.”
“Well, I don’t wanna impose,” I offered. “Y’all don’t have to entertain me!”
“No worries! We can play some games and watch TV if’n that’s good enough for ya,” he replied. “Hell, you like beer? I won’t tell if’n you won’t!”
I didn’t like beer, but I didn’t mention it, and instead told him I was looking forward to it!
I went home and let Grandma and Grandpa know I had plans for tomorrow night’s dinner and they made sure I remembered how to get out to their place.
*
The grandparents and I spent the next day in La Grande running errands and doing some shopping and having lunch at Round Table pizza. It was my favorite pizza joint and was distinctly lacking a presence in SoCal!
That evening I drove Grandpa’s truck out to Ronald and Jessy’s place. Ron invited me in and we headed into the kitchen area where he was preparing dinner. He was making some kind of roast and I smelled lots of cumin and jalapenos. I was looking forward to it and asked how I could help when Jessy walked in from the hallway.
Wow. Just wow. Time seemed to slow to a standstill! Jessy had always been a brown skinned tom-boy growing up, but now… Now she was a breathtaking, magnificent tom-boy! She was just a hair shorter than me now, her long straight black hair was tied back in a low pony tail. She wore a sleeveless, button-up shirt, tied country-girl fashion in front, baring her taut belly and showing off her muscular arms and broad shoulders. I would have bet money that she was braless under the shirt, her perfect, cone-shaped, B-cup breasts barely jiggled in time to her steps. Her low-slung short-shorts would have made Daisy Duke jealous and only served to accentuate her shapely thighs, rippling with muscle, as she walked barefoot into the kitchen.
She paused to give her dad a kiss on the cheek, and coming around him to me, scowled at how I was obviously staring at her.
“What, Fucker!” she said, and punched me in the arm, knocking me off the kitchen-bar stool I had been perched on.
Jessy and her dad laughed at the shocked expression on my face and Jessy smiled and helped me back up, practically pulling me up off my feet in the process!
“I’d heard you were the star of the wrestling team, now I believe it!” I said, rubbing the sore spot on my arm and bruised ass simultaneously.
“I missed you,” I confessed, looking Jessy in the eyes. Her bronze skin, almond-shaped dark-brown eyes, high cheekbones and fine, arching eyebrows gave her an un-earthly, exotic beauty. Her prominent nose was aquiline, her lips prominent and well defined, and they seemed to be begging me to kiss them!
Years ago, her unique looks had earned her bullying and rejection from the kids her age, her tom-boy-ness only made things worse. She CLEARLY had grown in to her features. Growing up, if anyone had asked, I would have sworn her dad was the epitome of Mexican in appearance, his brown skin, black hair and wide, thick moustache with the droopy ends made him a natural for that assumption. I never knew where he or his family were from, but he sounded exactly like my family and treated me like a son.
Jessy on the other hand, depending on what you were thinking at the moment you looked at her, could have easily been mistaken for Native American, or Italian, or maybe Turkish even. Frankly, she’d always intimidated me. She had always been taller, larger and stronger than me. She never turned her back on her tom-boy roots and instead, wore the persona like a garment, or maybe armor. There were times when she’d angrily shed tears that only I’d seen as she shared stories of her life with just the two of us in her room. There were also times when we’d been out running around the equipment shed or stacks of hay bales in the fields around her house, that she’d let me give her a hand up, or giggle like a girl, or dance and twirl, her feminine side seemed comfortable enough with me to show itself.
Now I was worried that her dad would be glaring at me for the way I was obviously leering at his daughter. Instead he only smiled and shook his head as he continued to prepare our supper.
“Playin’ with fire there boy,” he muttered in an amused tone. “Better watch out.”
His comment and tone broke me from my reverie and freed me from the spell Jessy’s eyes had cast upon me. We rounded up the rest of dinner under his expert instruction and the three of us worked together like a finely tuned machine. The meal was wonderful, the company better and after we picked up we sat down in the living room to watch TV and play cards.
Ron offered me a beer and I had to confess that beer wasn’t really my flavor. I decided to push my luck and asked if he had any liquor on hand. He brought back a beer each for him and his daughter and an open bottle of Southern Comfort and a glass tumbler for me. I thanked him and he put his finger to his lips in a shushing motion and winked at me.
“Nothin’ to thank me for, I didn’t give you nothin!” he grinned.
I poured a shot’s worth in the glass and offered it to Jessy who knocked it back quickly. I repeated my offer to Ron who raised the glass to me and also tossed it back. I poured myself a double and finished it with one huge gulp, eliciting a round of applause from them both and a “whoop” from Ron.
We played cards for about an hour while an old movie played on TNT, Jessy and Ron each had two more beers and I slowly sipped on my booze. Ron was sitting on the couch and Jessy and I sat cross-legged on the floor, the longer we were there, the closer we crept towards each other. Soon, we had our arms interlocked and by the way her boob was rubbing on the back of my arm, I now knew she was braless.
Jessy suddenly stood up and reached down to pull me to my feet.
“We’re goin’ for a walk Papa!” she announced.
I looked to Ron, he merely shrugged as if to say, “I’ve got no say in this, and, good luck!”
I paused to pour myself another shot and witnessed a very meaningful look from father to daughter. It appeared they had a whole wordless conversation with a few expressions and tilts of the head, Ron gave her one last nod and she grinned broadly and took my arm and led me out the back door.
*
“Do I wanna know what that was all about?” I asked as she walked down the steps before me and into the field behind their modest rancher.
The moonlight reflected brightly off her straight-black hair as she turned and replied, walking backward.
“Not really, nothin’ important to you anyway,” she teased. “Or is it? Come to think of it, Papa was cleaning his guns this afternoon!”
I was hardly listening because her breasts were performing an amazing figure-eight motion as she walked backwards! She saw where I was looking, laughed, spun around and quickened her pace, her heart-shaped ass dancing in her too-short shorts.
“Damn!” I though as I trotted forward to catch up.
The scenery was surreal in the silvery light. Mountains of hay bales and undefinable shapes of random farm equipment stood in a wide field of mown grass. Each piece stood in its own garden as the mower had avoided getting too close, softening the man-made lines, making it look like they had grown there naturally.
Jessy darted away between two towering stacks of bales, I struggled to keep up with the nymph who sprinted effortlessly on bare feet from shadow to shadow, leading me deeper into her playground, each glimpse of her bronze flesh heating my blood and spurring me onward.
Her laughter enticed me further into her rural American Neverland. Instead of being frustrating, my heart beat fast within my chest and adrenaline tingled along my nerves. My eyes would capture the image of her graceful neck here, her taut belly there, her strong, shapely legs leading me on that merry chase!
At last I lost sight of her altogether, and slowed to a walk as I listened for her whereabouts, but I couldn’t tell where she had gone.
“Miss me, fucker?” she asked, as my heart jumped out of my chest and I whipped my head up to see her perched above me, behind the wheel of the derelict tractor I had been creeping around.
She sat at the edge of the seat behind the wheel, her back straight, her posture majestic, her legs spread wide around the transmission and gear levers. She glared at me imperiously along her nose.
“I learnt to drive on this tractor,” she shared. “It means a lot to me… and… so do you. You never judged me. You were always nice, for a boy, and you were fun to be around. I wish you lived here.”
I didn’t know what to say to the confession and I didn’t want to break the spell, so I kept silent and merely reached out and set my hand on her foot.
“I want to give you something,” she said looking down at me. “Not for you, but for me… maybe for you too. I don’t know…”
“You don’t need to…” I started, but never finished.
Jessy stood and jumped down in one smooth motion, landing with me between her and the tractor. She lunged up at me from out of her crouch and slammed me against the side of the tractor, my cry of pain lost in the rattle of the engine cowling and immediately forgotten as she forcefully smashed my lips beneath hers!
In an instant we became a grappling ball of frenzied lust. Our hands grasped heads, backs, arms and asses. Our lips kissed, sucked and tasted our mouths, faces, necks and shoulders. Out hips ground against each other. We breathed each other’s breath, tasted the sweat from the chase and sucked the saliva off our tongues.
I reached down and peeled my shirt off over my head as she untied the bottom of her shirt. She then ripped apart the top, sending buttons flying! Her flawless tits were magnificent! The chocolate brown nipples were erect, crinkling up the quarter-sized areolae on top of café-au-lait breasts. She thrust her chest up toward my gawking face and pulled my head down with a hand on the back of my head.
“Ooh! Yes!” she crooned, as I sucked as much of her cone-shaped tit into my mouth as I could. “I like what you’ve done with the place!” she said as she now ran her hands over my broad shoulders and arms.
The last two years of school I had intensified my training. I was swimming an hour before school, running the track at lunch, swimming for another hour after school and three days a week, worked out with weights for another hour.
I started kissing and licking down her belly, using my tongue to lick the sweat from her navel. Before I could go any further, she raised me up with some force and slammed me back against the tractor again.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
“Save it,” she countered. “You’re gonna need it!”
She wasted little time in biting, licking and kissing her way down my neck, across my chest, down my belly to my navel where she ran her tongue in and out and played with my thin “happy trail” while her hands clumsily unbuttoned my shorts. She used both hands to pull the front of my shorts and bikini briefs down, keeping my prick covered. Just the base of the shaft was visible and she licked her way down the happy trail and kissed the base of my cock.
“Yes!” I hissed. Her lips felt like cool fire on my prick.
“You want more?” she inquired, resting her cheek on the bulge beneath the bundle of fabric and flesh in her hands.
“God, yes!” I implored.
In but a moment, she released my prick into the cool night air and had slid my shorts and underwear to my ankles. My cock stood at attention before her face, gracefully curving up to point at the stars. She grasped my ass cheeks, and I expected her to pull my cock into her mouth, but instead she pulled my hips forward, opened wide, and sucked my balls into her mouth!
She then used one hand to begin stroking my cock while her lips and tongue made love to my balls.
“Oh god!” I cried. “Oh god!
“Mmm, you like?” she asked, looking into my eyes, rubbing her face side-to-side against my cock.
“Oh yes!” I confessed.
“Good!” she said, returning her attention to the erect organ resting on her face.
She sucked the tip between her lips and I could feel her pushing the tip of her tongue into the pee hole. She continued sliding her lips down the shaft, coating my prick with copious amounts of spit. Her head began pumping up and down along the shaft while her hand stroked and twisted around the rest. Her free hand idly played with my balls and would occasionally slip back between my legs to press on my taint.
Saliva now dripped from my cock and balls which she used to massage my balls, taint and lightly press against my asshole.
“I’m gonna cum soon!” I whispered a warning.
“Can’t have that! Yet…” she promised.
She let go of my cock and I immediately regretted speaking, they positively ached for release!
In a most kind and motherly way, she unlaced my shoes and removed them. She also took off my socks and removed the bunched up shorts and underwear from around my ankles. Then, with a determined look and a very firm grip, she grasped my cock and turned me to face the tractor. She spread my legs and knelt between them. I felt her hands run up the backs of both my legs, slowly cupping an ass cheek in each.
She massaged my ass while kissing and licking the small of my back. Her tongue trailed down between my cheeks along the crack. Her strong hands lifted and spread my ass cheeks wide and I felt her push her face between them, kissing me directly on the asshole! She slowly began to bathe my back door with her tongue. She pushed the center of my back forward, causing me to arch my back, she coached my hips into a better position with firm hands, presenting my ass to her face better.
She licked me from my hanging balls, up my taint, around my asshole and up along my crack to the top. Over and over again. She would pause and tease my asshole with the tip of her tongue, licking around the puckered entrance and pushing the tip in a little. The more she did, the more I liked it. I started out tight and puckered, nervous with the new attention and sensations, but after what seemed like an eternity, she was all-out tongue fucking my relaxed ass.
“My god!” were my only coherent words. The rest was just gibberish and moans!
“Do you want more?” she whispered in a hopeful tone.
“Yes! Yes, please!” I begged.
She continued to lick my ass and balls as I felt a cool finger begin to press into my eager ass. She slowly pushed it in until the rest of her knuckles pushed against me. She slowly pumped it in and out, sucking and tugging on my balls.
“Mmm. More?” I asked.
“Hell yeah!” she replied with enthusiasm.
She withdrew the one and returned with two spit-slick digits, slowly easing them in, her free hand reached around to stroking my dripping cock. Her finger-fucking caused pre-cum to pour out the tip of my cock! She used the stringy fluids to liberally coat my aching prick.
She withdrew her fingers once more and I felt her stand behind me, never letting go of my cock.
“Aww. No more?” I whined.
“Oh, there’s more,” she said. “Just giving you a break before we try three!”
I felt her spit onto my asshole several times before feeling an immense pressure against my back door. She pushed harder and I was practically hugging the tractor as her fingers filled my backdoor. She would push me against the tractor and I’d try to relax, push, relax, push, and relax… until I felt her slowly withdraw, not all the way.
She pushed back in and though I was the recipient, she sighed with pleasure. She fell into a rhythm, slowly in and out, pushing my face and chest against the venerated tractor. Her free hand continued to stroke my cock, I felt her rest her face against my shoulders, her breath on my back, her firm tits mashed against my back. She was getting turned on and I could feel her grinding her hips against my ass.
God, it felt so heavenly I was going to cum any second! Before I did, I just had to go down on her! I stopped moving my ass against her hand and un-cocked my hips, causing her fingers to slip out, standing up straight.
“Oh! Oh, why?” she groaned. “Didn’t you like it?”
“I loved it!” I grinned. “But I have got to taste you now!” I stated as I turned around and grabbed her hips, pushing her firmly back against the tractor’s tire.
“Wait, no…” she protested weakly, trying to keep me from kneeling in front of her.
I reached for the front of her shorts and found them already undone. Grabbing the waistband, I slowly drew her shorts down while kissing her muscular stomach below her navel, keeping my eyes on her shocked face. Moving down, I felt something hard, hot and wet poke me under my chin. I moved my face around it and felt it slide up along my cheek. Turning my face a little, I let it rest on my lips. I’ll never forget the smell, a mix of wet skin, spit, ass sweat and sex.
I easily took her shorts the rest of the way off and inhaled the rich, deep musky scent, withdrawing my face a few inches to drink in the sight of what I finally knew was there.
Her cock was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen in my life! It literally took my breath away, I had to remind myself to breathe!
I glanced back up and Jessy had covered her face with her hands, she was trembling! I did the only thing I could to show her how little she had to be worry… I licked my lips and slowly slid the gorgeous six-inch organ into my mouth until I could lick her tiny, hairless balls with my tongue. The smooth, pulsing tip barely tickled the back of my throat and I worked my tongue beneath her cock like nursing on an extremely long nipple.
Grasping the gentle curve of her hips, I began fucking my mouth with her cock. I looked up and saw her staring at me, unbelieving, with tears in her eyes. I popped her dick out of my mouth and slapped my tongue with it a few times until she laughed and smiled. Her light-brown foreskin was pulled back and displayed the shiny, slick, purple, bullet-shaped head of her cock. It stuck out almost straight but had a slight upward curve. Nestled under the shaft, that got steadily thicker from tip-to-base, were tiny little balls in a loose sack. Her dark pubes were sparse and trimmed into a neat triangle pointing at the base of her cock, her dark scrotum was either shaved or naturally hairless.
“How did you… when did… are you…” she stammered. “No one’s ever… Ooh, mmm!”
I silenced her by renewing my worship of her pretty little cock. I made love to it with my whole face, I slathered it with massive amounts of spit and alternated sucking and stroking it with my mouth and rubbing my cheeks and lips with it. My favorite was engulfing her entire package, filling my mouth with her cock and balls, extending my tongue under and licking the space behind her balls.
I observed her thighs tense up and she held her breath, preparing to cum, so I chose to stand up and gaze into her eyes face-to-face.
“Oh?” she sighed. “I was close. Were you going to let me cum in your mouth?”
“I’d like that,” I replied. “But I think you had other plans.”
“What, what do you mean?” she looked away to the side.
“Were you going to cum in my ass?” I asked with a grin.
“No! Yes. Maybe? I don’t know,” she confessed.
“And what was your plan to explain the cum running out my ass after you ‘finger’ fucked me?” I teased.
“I don’t know!” she exclaimed. “I don’t know what I was thinking! I just, I just had to feel you, to fuck you…”
“Okay,” I whispered in her ear. “I want you to fuck me Jessy, please fuck me and cum in my ass!”
She looked up and looked me in the eyes, searchingly. I smiled and nodded. She grabbed my head with both hands and gently, tenderly, kissed my lips and face.
“This time I want to be able to see your face,” I requested. “I want to watch you fuck me!”
She nodded eagerly and looked around the field for a few seconds and the taking my hand, led me away over to where some bales were stacked two-high and made a sort of table. The realization of the situation chose that moment to dawn on me. Here I was, being led naked through a field on a farm in the moonlight. It was warm, but a cool breeze tickled my entire body. Jessy’s hand was hot in mine and her bronze body was magnificent, muscles rolling beneath her smooth skin.
She guided me to a seat on the bales, perching me on the edge. Kissing me, she pushed me back until I was laying down, her whole body lying on mine. I felt everything! The hay was slightly scratching my ass and back, her hot mouth on mine, her tongue insistently tangled with mine, her firm breasts smashed on my chest, her hot rod burning against mine.
She began sliding down my sweaty body, licking and sucking the whole way, stopping when she was crouched between my legs. She started licking along the shaft of my hard prick and lapping at my balls. She slid her hands from my hips, down my thighs to my knees, reaching under, she picked my legs up, pushing them back and apart.
“Hold ‘em,” she directed between licks.
So there I was, laying on my back on hay bales, holding my knees pulled back and apart, the sticky tip of my cock poking my navel, while the most gorgeous creature I knew began rimming my asshole. I kept expecting to wake up from a particularly arousing dream!
Jessy tongue fucked my ass for a good long while, I never would have imagined having my ass eaten would be so mind-blowing! I was almost ready to cum just from that!
“Here we go!’ Jessy breathed.
I felt the same pressure on my asshole, the now familiar painful pleasure of the stretching, the feeling of fullness that seemed to be connected to a new pleasure center below and behind my cock… I lifted my head to watch the angelic expression on Jessy’s face.
She bit her lower lip and began thrusting harder, the wonderful fullness increased. Each thrust brought her closer to me until I felt her hips bumping against my ass. Her eyes rolled back as she uttered a long groan.
“Give it to me baby!” I quietly encouraged. “Fuck me now!”
She opened her eyes and we locked gazes as she slowly increased the tempo of her pumping my virgin ass. Her hips slapped against my ass faster and faster and suddenly her body tensed and I could see every muscle outlined clearly, the veins on her neck and shoulders stood out as she clasped my thighs and rammed into me a final time and held on for dear life!
“Ah, god!” she hollered. “Ah! Oh! Gaaaaaawd!” I could feel her twitching and throbbing between my ass cheeks.
She collapsed onto me and lay panting there as her prick rapidly diminished and slipped from my ass, the odd sensation causing me to shiver. I could feel my own cock still throbbing between us and apparently so did she. Jessy raised up a little and reached between our sweaty bodies, grabbing me and slowly stroking.
“Ready fer your turn now baby?” she asked with half-lidded eyes.
“Ho yes!” I cried.
“I want you in me!” she purred.
She climbed up to all fours and moved up my body a little, straddling my waist and then lowering her ass down onto my hips, her asshole resting on my hard cock and her balls and prick pressing against my navel. Her beautiful, soft prick continued to drool clear strings of cum onto my belly.
“You can do that after cumming?” I wondered. My asshole was usually too tight to play with after orgasm.
“You bet!” she answered. “You may’s well know this ain’t my first time having sex. ‘Course the others thought they got to fuck my ass ‘cause I was ‘fraid of gettin’ pregnant, ha ha! And we did it in the dark, and they didn’t go down on me, you get the idea. You were the first for that! God, that was awesome!
“Oh, yeeeees!” she moaned, as she picked up my cock and pushed her asshole down against it, the fat mushroom head slipping in easily.
“Watch this baby!” she boasted, and raised up on the toes of her feet, knees spread wide, the head of my dick still planted in her butthole… and in one smooth motion she sank down on my cock to the hilt!
“FUUUUCK!” we cried in unison.
Her little balls rested in my short pubes and as she raised up, a string of cum gleamed between my belly and the tip of her soft cock. She reached forward and rested her hands on my ribs as we both watched her impale herself on my rigid pole.
She ran her asshole up and down my cock, slapping her drooling cock against my hard belly, occasionally grinding her ass down against my hips, smashing her balls hard into my pubes.
“Oh… Oh. Oh! OH!” she breathed, as her eyes rolled back again. Watching her get off on riding me instantly dialed my pleasure to eleven!
“I-I’m gonna cum!” I said through gritted teeth, and began thrusting up to meet her descending ass.
Jessy immediately hopped off my cock and grasped the slick, twitching organ and had it buried in her mouth before the first burst of cum exploded into the back of her throat!
“FUCK! Fuck, fuck! Fuuuuuu-ck,” I groaned, as Jessy continued to stroke my spurting cock into her mouth.
I could feel her swallowing and moaning to herself. I let out a monumental sigh and flopped back limply onto the hay as Jessy licked and sucked my cock, balls and asshole clean! She didn’t spill a single drop of my cum and licked up the mixed pool of her cum and sweat from my belly.
She climbed back up my body and lay on my chest when she was done, and we just lay there for what seemed an eternity until our heavy breathing subsided and the cool breeze teased out goose-bumps.
We went hunting for our clothes hand-in-hand, and by mutual agreement, helped one another get dressed. As we slowly walked back to the house I had a moment of panic.
“Shit! Your dad’s gonna kill me!” I whined.
“Relax, fucker,” she assured me. “I can do what I want, I’m not a child. Besides, he knew I planned ta tell you my ‘big secret’ tonight. If anything he’d be worried how ya responded to that.”
I continued to fret until we were through the back door and I saw Ron searching Jessy’s face for a sign of how things went. Jessy solemnly nodded and then broke out in a big grin. Ron immediately stood up and came over to me in a rush, scaring me and causing me to flinch a little. Without pausing he wrapped his arms around me in a big hug!
“I knew I could count on you!” he confided, letting me go and turning to his daughter, hugging her too.
We all laughed together as the last traces of tension in the air evaporated, leaving only euphoria in its wake!
“Turns out he’s a fuckin’ good lay too!” Jessy announced, causing me to spray the water I had been gulping all over the kitchen.
Ron laughed and slapped me on the back as I continued to choke while Jessy laughed until her sides hurt and tears ran down her cheeks!
Good natured as things were, it turns out that the awareness that your daughter just had sex, and the dribble of cum leaking out your asshole, really is a conversation killer! We awkwardly wrapped up the evening and we parted ways fairly quickly, trading phone numbers and promising to be in touch soon.
Before I drove home, I found a rag behind the seat to protect Grandpa’s truck from the growing wet spot between my cheeks. I shook my head in amazement, both for the odd, practical act of thinking about preventing a cum stain from my ass, and for the mind-numbing night I just experienced!
*
I was exhausted by the time I walked in the back door to my grandparent’s home around midnight. Grandma was sitting in the kitchen and greeted me warmly when I walked through on my way upstairs. She stood and I gave her a peck on the cheek goodnight and expressed my intention of collapsing in bed.
“Oh honey,” she interjected. “You smell, uh, um… interesting. Let me draw you a bath!”
I attempted to protest, but she put her hands on her hips and laid down the law in frank detail.
“I’m going to ignore the alcohol on your breath, but I’ll be damned if I let you get into bed smelling like the bloody illegitimate child of a whorehouse and a barn!” she barked, her mom’s English accent showing though in her indignation.
She marched me into the guest bathroom and got the tub running then turned to me, clapping her hands.
“Right! Come now, strip!” she ordered.
I didn’t even have the will power anymore to protest, and after removing my shoes and socks, simply peeled my shirt off and dropped my shorts and underwear together. Grandma smiled in simple approval of my obedience, and smacked my butt cheek as I moved to the tub.
Grandma perched on the toilet seat and asked me how my visit went with a knowing grin as I proceeded to lather up a washcloth and scrub down. She was right! I needed this bad, the hot water and fresh scented soap perking me up.
I gave her the outline of the evening, omitting all the interesting parts. She read between the lines however and pursing her lips, shook her head a bit.
“You’ve been here a matter of days and you’ve dipped your wick twice by my count!” she observed. “Do you intend to continue the trend?
“Don’t you have a girl back home? Are you being safe? Did you use a sheath? Do you plan to just love ‘em and leave ‘em? I’m the one who’ll have to deal with any messes you make!” she fired off rapidly, a scowl beginning to crease her forehead.
“Grandma! Grandma,” I tried to calmly reply. “It’s not like that! Alice is just… and Jessy is… well, they’re both awesome! They knew what they wanted, and they took it. I was only more than happy to oblige!”
Grandma pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her fat tits. As I lay back in the tub I noticed her nipples were hard, peeking through the cloth under her forearms, I closed my eyes, trying not to think about them. I tried to explain just how special the situation was, how great the girls were, how harmless and fantastic it was. My reverie of those encounters had the predictable effect of making my prick come to attention, but I was caught up in the moment and didn’t pay it much attention in the hot water.
“How are you so sure they won’t get pregnant?” Grandma quietly asked.
I hinted that we’d found a way to work around that.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she retorted with some urgency. “Be specific please.”
“If you insist,” I steeled myself and took a deep breath. “Both Alice and Jessy insisted on anal intercourse, and I ejaculated on Alice’s breasts and in Jessy’s mouth.”
I provided the information as clinically as I could, but just saying those things to my grandmother made my prick achingly hard. When the last words left my mouth, I heard a slight whimper and I opened my eyes, looking at Grandma.
She had her arms crossed lower now, covering her nipples and crushing her breasts against her chest, her crossed legs squirmed a little. I looked at her face, but she wasn’t looking back, her eyes were decidedly fixed upon a lower point on my body. She unconsciously moistened her dry lips, then seemed to come to her senses. Shaking her head clear, our eyes met.
I raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question, meaning, “Are you alright?”
Her gaze slid down from mine and fixed once again on my raging hard-on. I made it twitch to see if I could get a reaction.
“I’mmm… going… to… go!” she said slowly. “Now.” Seemingly trying to talk herself into leaving.
She carefully headed for the door, her eyes staring at my cock as she left, her gaze shifted to my eyes just before she shut the door behind her, there was a question there, maybe, some hope?
I sighed and sank under the water, resting on the bottom for a while as only a swimmer was wont to do. I tried to let peace wash over me as I tried to simultaneously wash the tantalizing thoughts from my brain.
“Dude, she’s your Grand – ma!” I chastised myself, trying to slow the hammering of my heart.
Raising up, I felt the energy drain from my body and said aloud to myself, “I don’t have the energy for this,” and proceeded to drain the tub, dry off and head upstairs to bed, hoping to not run into Grandma on the way.
I made it upstairs and fulfilled my promise to myself, dropping my towel and slipping clean, like Grandma insisted, between the sheets and quickly succumbed to unconsciousness.
*
The next morning, Grandpa was again out before the rest of us and Grandma prepared a light breakfast for the both of us. She looked fresh this morning, she opted for a bright blue dress with a wide, white collar and an expansive display of décolletage. Her hair was tied with a blue and white polka dot handkerchief and she had done her makeup.
She was a plump visage of sexy domesticity, flitting about the kitchen humming to herself. She brought my plate and set it down before me from across the table, strategically I think, causing her to offer me a lingering view of her deep cleavage.
“Nice!’ I declared. She returned my compliment with a smile that crinkled the skin around her eyes and set them to sparkling.
“There’s more where that came from!” she promised.
“Grandma! You’re a worried woman,” I teased her with a grin.
“I meant the food, sweetheart!” she said, giggling like a schoolgirl. “But thanks for giving an old broad a compliment, even if you didn’t mean it,” she continued, clearly fishing for more.
“If I didn’t think Grandpa’d be back without warning, I’d give you something to giggle about,” I teased more.
“If only!” she fired back, still grinning. She wiggled her broad, juicy ass tantalizingly as she went back for her plate.
Settling in we finished our meal in companionable silence, each grinning to ourselves.
I finished first and put my plate in the sink, I returned to bend over and hug her from behind.
“I’ll be back for lunch, I’m headed to Aunt Mary’s for the morning,” I informed her.
My arms were crossed under her hefty rack and she held them there for a moment.
“Are you sure I can’t talk you into staying?” she teased.
“Be careful what you wish for, old broad,” I teased again, and kissed her below the ear, carefully sliding my arms free, but ensuring the backs of my thumbs dragged across her hardening nipples.
“Oh!” she gasped.
“I’ll get you for that!” she happily railed at my back, as I scampered out the door.
“Fucking Grandma’s going to be the death of me,” I thought to myself as I drove out of town to my Aunt’s place.
(to be continued…)
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