*
I had originally planned to ride around the ranch at Aunt Mary’s place, but after a big hug and a peck on the cheek, she regretfully informed me that her husband, my step-uncle, took an extra job and wasn’t able to bring a horse in from pasture before he had to leave.
I was disappointed, but thought about my younger cousin who lived in their basement.
“What about Ernie?” I asked. “Can he help me get one?”
Aunt Mary had four children by her first husband, and one more from her next. She had two girls, then three boys. I was right between the first two boys, they were each a year older and younger than me. The last boy was almost ten years younger and lived upstairs, while Ernie rented the basement as an apartment.
Mary was almost a mirror image of my own mother, but was also almost ten years her senior. They looked and sounded alike, but the life of a rancher’s wife and five children had its effect on her appearance. Her skin was weathered and her hair was graying. Her hips were wide, her thighs thick and her baby-stretched belly could be seen resting against the tops of her thighs below her waistband. The one department in which she surpassed all other women was her breasts.
They were positively epic! When supported by a bra, they were individually larger than my head. When she lounged around the house in her pajamas, as I’d seen when younger and sleeping over, they lay spread across her rounded belly, her nipples seemed permanently stiff and were the size of the tips of my thumbs.
Today they were contained in an old fashioned bra, the kind that shaped women’s breasts into odd angular cones. She wore a large red t-shirt and loose jeans over slippered feet. She informed me that Ernie was also helping my uncle and she was sorry my plans were spoiled.
“That’s okay,” I sighed. “Do you mind if I wander around for a bit, you know, memories and all that?”
“Oh sure!” she replied. “Take all the time you need. Oh, but watch out for rattlers, we spotted one the other day near the barn!”
I spent a while aimlessly walking around. I visited the empty sheep shed that had become the haunt of a family of peacocks in the last few years. I spent some time under the old, gigantic oak in the front yard. I climbed up into the hayloft in the barn and looked regretfully down into the empty horse stalls. As the summer sun started baking the tin roof and I began to sweat, I decided to head inside. Outside the barn, the still summer air was laden with the sound of cicadas and soon it would be sweltering.
On a whim I chose to use the side door which opened on a landing at ground level and led up to the house on the right and down to the basement straight ahead. I headed down the creaky stairs into the cool, dim basement. Calling this an apartment was clearly an exaggeration, but it had the necessities. The basement was full sized, spanning under the entire house. The laundry machines were there, as well as a deep-sink, and they had added a shower stall and commode in one corner. Ernie’s living space had an area rug on the bare concrete floor, a full size bed, small couch, TV and bookshelf. The rest of the basement was dedicated to random shelves, storage and cobwebs.
I was feeling kind of nosey and made my way to the bookshelf which was full of heavy metal music magazines and unlabeled VHS tapes. Knowing my cousin, I looked for the porn mags hiding among the others and in a minute I had a dozen magazines set aside on the bed. He had a wide variety, but I gravitated to the Private Gold which normally had anal and sometimes mild pee play.
As my dick slowly got hard I could hear Aunt Mary moving around upstairs, the thought of her there and me looking at porn under her feet gave me a special kind of thrill. I fished my semi rigid cock out and idly began to toy with it. I guess I lost track of time after a bit, because I suddenly realized it had been a while since I had heard anything from upstairs…
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Aunt Mary said, standing at the base of the stairs.
“Shitfuckgoddamn!” I cried, jumping out of my skin. The magazine I had been holding flew out of my hands and slid to a stop at her feet. Aunt Mary laughed out loud at my efforts to shove my hard prick back into my shorts.
“Don’t stop on my account, I was enjoyin’ the show!” she confessed, bending down to pick up the mag.
“Oh! I like this one!” she said smiling. She began thumbing through the pages as she slowly walked over to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I was suddenly sweating profusely, remembering what it was I had been slowly stroking to.
“Um, I can explain…” I said nervously.
“No need to explain!” she declared. “I’ve raised three boys, I know y’all spank your monkeys to anything and everything… it’s only natural.
“Here!” she said, spreading the magazine before me. “This is what I was talking about!”
On the pages before me was and older woman, chubby, with big boobs, kneeling in front of a very young looking man. She was looking up at his face while she rested the tip of his hard cock on her tongue sticking out of her open mouth.
“Do you like that one?” she asked, standing in front of me where she was holding the magazine.
“Of-of course!” I admitted. “Who wouldn’t?”
“And what about this, and this? Or how about this one?” she asked, flipping and pausing on each subsequent spread. The pages showed the two going further and further, oral, vaginal and even anal sex. Aunt Mary had stopped where the young stud had sprayed cum all over the woman’s mouth and outstretched tongue.
“O-oh, yes,” I agreed.
“Does talking about this make you nervous?” she asked. “What’s there to be afraid of?”
She lowered the magazine and I noticed that she must have taken her bra off earlier. Her massive nipples were tenting the fabric stretched across her fat tits.
“I just don’t want you to see…” I slowly spoke my thoughts aloud. “To see how… how much…”
“Go on…” she prompted.
“To see how much you turn me on!” I said suddenly, gambling everything on a hunch when it should have been obvious to me.
“Oh that’s music to my ears!” Aunt Mary confessed in a breath.
She reached down and took one of my hands and placed it on her huge breast, causing my heart to skip a beat!
“You’ve been staring at these for years, go ahead and knock yourself out,” she cooed. “They’re all yours!”
My lone hand was dwarfed my her massive mammary, so I brought my other up and began to play with her left tit through the t-shirt. It seemed impossible, but her permanently hard nipple got even harder as I rolled it under my palm. I tried to lift the breast with two hands and it was surprisingly difficult. Her tit flowed over my hands, rolling this way and that, causing Aunt Mary to laugh at my child-like fascination.
She reached down and lifted her shirt up and off, revealing to me acres of boob-flesh! My body took over and I dove face first into her breasts, latching onto her engorged nipple instinctively.
“Ooooh, ummmm, yes!” Aunt Mary moaned. “Oh, I like that!”
She scooped her right breast up with her arm and fed me that nipple as well, gently guiding me onto the new breast with a hand on the back of my head. She continued to moan and using both arms now, presented both nipples together to my hungry mouth.
“Uh! Umm, oh yes! Uh, uh, oooooohhhhmmm!” she sighed and shook, tremors rippling across the flesh of her watery breasts.
I watched her, fascinated and wondering if I’d just witnessed her having an orgasm with me just sucking on her tits. A quick glance between her legs at the wet spot spreading through her jeans confirmed my guess. Wow! It kept spreading and ran down the insides of the legs, Aunt Mary was a gusher!
She sank down on weak knees and kneeled between my legs, her flowing, floppy breasts completely covering my thighs.
“Come to momma!” she said, dipping her head and reaching out with her tongue to lick the wet tip of my cock sticking up past the waistband of my underwear.
I never did get my prick all the way back in, and now Aunt Mary was trying to pull my shorts down and free my cock at the same time.
“That’s not going to work,” I admitted. “I need to stand up, your boobs… your amazing tits, are in the way.”
She giggled and rested back on her heels as I stood up before her, my thighs sliding free from under her gorgeous burdens. I quickly pulled off the tank-top I was wearing and dropped my shorts and underwear, kicking them and my sandals free simultaneously. Standing straight again, my cock stood out from my body in rigid admiration of the fat goddess before me!
“Oh god yes!” Aunt Mary said in a quick breath, reaching for me and grasping my ass cheeks.
She pulled my hips to her face and effortlessly engulfed my cock within her mouth, instantly sliding down until her forehead and nose were smashed against my taut belly! She then slipped back to the tip, sucking all the way, stopping with the head held firmly between her lips. She began fucking her face with my cock, pulling my hips to her face, over and over, I could feel my cockhead bumping against the soft back of her throat. Her dick sucking technique had me weak in the knees, and I steadied myself a little by holding onto her head.
“Yes, that’s it,” she paused long enough to instruct me. “Hold my head, fuck my mouth!”
I grasped her head more firmly and pulled it down onto my dick, meeting her face with a thrust of my hips and began to fuck her mouth in earnest! She would occasionally pull on my ass hard, grinding my cock deeper into her throat! I was breathing hard and a shiver ran up through my thighs to my groin. I didn’t even have time to utter a warning as my orgasm caught me by surprise and I felt my cock twitching in her mouth! Aunt Mary responded by pressing her face hard against my hips, forcing the pulsing tip into her throat, I could feel the motion of her swallowing with my cock and it made me howl at the ceiling!
She pulled back and opened her mouth wide, milking the last of my cum into a puddle on her tongue, only for her to look me in the eyes and swallow the last of my load, grinning like the Cheshire Cat!
At that point you could have knocked me down with a feather, Aunt Mary decided on something more substantial. Lumbering to her feet she, peeled her wet jeans and panties off, then knocked me back onto my cousin’s bed with her belly. She climbed onto the bed, and settled her bulk onto my body, straddling my waist. I felt the wet flesh of her pussy squish onto my cock and balls, the unique sensation brought my softening dick back to life rapidly. Her ass settled onto my thighs and the fat overhang of her stretch marked stomach covered my belly.
“Mmm, hmm!” she grunted, sliding the wet mass of her pussy back and forth on my cock. “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta this dick!
“Stick it in me,” she ordered, licking her lips and raising her left leg up so I could reach between us to comply.
I reached my right hand under her and was amazed at the amount of fluids now smeared between us, she had to have the juiciest pussy I’d ever heard of! I was drenched from the bottom of my ribs to the tops of my thighs, I could now feel juices running under my balls and down my ass crack. My hand and forearm were slick and wet as I found my cock, and grabbing the base, pointed it up where I imagined her vagina must be, swiping it back and forth along her deep slit as she lowered herself, centering my cock on her hot hole.
“Oh honey!” she exclaimed, as my cock slipped up in her. “God, that feels soooooo good! I don’t know if it’s just your gorgeous dick, or if it’s ‘cus it’s my nephew’s dick, but that feels fuckin’ a-maze-ing!”
I snaked my arm back out from between our bodies and began smearing her juices onto her left nipple, pinching and rolling the fat nub. Aunt Mary slowly began grinding and rolling her pussy against my hips, I could feel my cock slipping and sliding between the walls of her pussy. Her pussy was shallow and I would sometimes feel the firm tip of her cervix pressing against the tip of my cock!
“If she does that too many times, it’s gonna be a short ride!” I thought to myself, worried that I’d blow my load too soon.
I didn’t have to worry about that for long though, as her motion increased in speed, her juices gushed between our bodies, soon I could barely feel her pussy at all because it was so wet! She used two hands to lift her sticky nipple to her mouth, biting and sucking on it. I wanted to, but couldn’t raise up under her heavy belly.
In the blink of an eye, I oddly found myself looking at the situation as if from the outside…
There was a young man, kind of skinny, but with clearly defined muscles, laying beneath a rather large woman, her wide ass, thick thighs and large belly jiggling and oscillating above him. One enormous, saggy tit was in her mouth, and the other was being massaged by the boy. A clearly discernable wet stain was growing about them on the bed beneath their groaning bodies…
A second later, in a dizzying change of perspective, I was back under this beautiful creature, deriving as much pleasure from the ecstatic expression on her face as I was from her body! The squishing sounds from between our bodies was both vulgar and erotic, I felt like her entire body was one large pussy, fucking my whole body in an orgy of hot juices and sweat!
“Oh fuck!” I cried, as the sensations overwhelmed me. “I’m gonna cum!”
“Hah, hah,” she panted, “Me too! Fill me up and I’ll make your uncle eat me out tonight!”
The sheer amount of gleeful lust in that one statement rocketed me over the edge, and I thrust upwards hard, to spray my seed as deeply within her as I could! As I did, I felt her pussy explode downward against my groin, her cum fountaining out over my balls and squirting out between our bodies, splashing off her thighs and onto the bed! We continued to grind against one another slower and slower, there were puddles of fluid in my navel, the valley along my belly and in the pocket where my neck and collar bones met. The bedcover squished wetly under my ass as Aunt Mary bounced lightly against my hips.
“Oh god,” I whispered. ”That was unbelievable! Oh, god! What the fuck did we just do?”
“Don’t you worry about a thing,” Aunt Mary said, as she gently rolled off my body and stood by the bed. “That was all on me honey… ha, ha, well, it’s all on you too, by the look a things!”
I looked down at my glistening body, I sat up and the puddles ran down my body, cascading over my cock and rapidly soaking into the bed.
“Shit! What will you tell Ernie happened to his bed?” I asked.
“Don’t you worry ‘bout that little crack-head either!” she spat. “It’s not like he’d notice anyhow, he’s always high or drunk! Or both! I’ll take care of it anyhow.
“Strip the bed and flip the mattress,” she ordered. “I’ll get it washing while you hop in the shower.
“Can’t send you back to your Grandma smellin’ like my cunt!” she chuckled.
Her frank, crass, speech had my prick twitching back to life, and Aunt Mary noticed as she returned from over by the washing machine.
“Don’t be getting’ any more ideas,” she smiled. “That was a one-time deal, think of it as your birthday and graduatin’ presents in one!”
She slapped my dick hard, but playfully, as she passed by to go scoop up her discarded clothing.
“Now gitcher ass in that shower before yer uncle and Ernie get home for lunch!” she said, still grinning. “I want you outta here so’s I can give him the special dessert you prepared for him!”
*
Grandma was on the back patio watering her plants in the same snazzy outfit she was wearing this morning when I pulled into the gravel driveway behind the house. Aunt Mary had sent me on my way, clean and dressed with a wink and a pat on my ass. I almost fell asleep on the hot drive back, Grandpa’s old truck didn’t have air conditioning and I felt literally and figuratively drained by Aunt Mary’s and my antics.
“Son, you’re moving like a boned fish!” Grandma observed, my languid body language triggering her motherly detective instincts. “Don’t bloody tell me you’re at it again!”
Her expression seemed somewhat indignant, mixed with elements of jealousy and wonder.
“I didn’t do nothin’!” I lied, as I walked to the back door.
Grandma approached me and stopped me before I could go in the house.
“I’ll be the bloody judge of that!” she declared, poking my chest and backing me against the door.
She took a step closer and brought her face close to mine, for a second I thought she was going to kiss me! She paused, a fraction of an inch between our lips, looked me in the eye and slowly inhaled through her nose. She moved her face to the side and did the same thing beside my neck, I could feel her breath and it gave me goosebumps. She smelled my chest and even picked up and smelled my fingers.
She stood there a second, my hands clasped in hers between us, a neutral expression on her face. She suddenly flashed her bright smile and practically bowling me over, opened the door and rushed inside.
“Come have lunch!” she called back over her shoulder, as she walked into the kitchen and began rattling around in the fridge.
“I fucking don’t have the energy for this,” I thought to myself, shaking my head, and followed her into the house.
She fussed about the kitchen making us sandwiches and sliced fruit to go along with the Lay’s chips she’d set out. She poured us unsweet iced tea and provided me with a little sugar dish to sweeten it.
It was a little unnerving that way she stared and smiled at me while we ate and I made up lies about what I had been up to that morning. She favored me with several long views of her deep cleavage before and after the meal as she set and removed the dishes. She smiled all the greater when she noticed my attention.
I respected my Grandmother to no end, but I swear she was acting like an attention starved schoolgirl!
“Aha!” I thought.
“Grandma,” I began. “Where’s Grandpa? He’s hardly ever here. Why aren’t you with him?”
“Oh you know Grandpa,” she replied, wistfully. “He’s always busy up at the school, or with the LIONS, FFA and Rotary and such. I feel in the way sometimes. Besides, I don’t really follow, or want to follow, most of what they talk about.
“The rest are just bloody boy’s clubs!” she spat with just a little venom in her tone.
“Aww,” I sympathized.
“Don’t you worry about your old grandma!” she declared firmly. “I’d much rather be here and take care of you anyhow!”
“Aww,” I replied again, this time conveying my appreciation in my tone. “You know, I’d like to go take a short nap, but how about we hang out together the rest of the afternoon?”
“I’d like that very much!” she smiled. She came over and gave me a peck on the cheek and returned to putting things away.
Her lips had landed further back on my check near my ear, I mentally shook my head at myself for the little thrill it had given me, as I made my way upstairs to undress and once again collapse into bed.
*
I slowly rose to consciousness as I heard my name being softly called. The dregs of a dream slipped away, the memory of a medley of enormous tits faded quickly as I opened my groggy eyes.
“It’s been two hours hon,” Grandma announced, smiling down at me.
The sunlight streaming through the window was indeed more golden and lower that I expected. It lit Grandma from the side and shone down across my sprawling limbs. Raising up on my elbows, my gaze followed the light, I saw it fell squarely on my groin, and there, clearly silhouetted in my navy blue bikini briefs, was my dick, hard as a rock, the top two inches extending above the waistband, a drop of moisture glistening at its tip.
“Son-of-a-bitch!” I thought to myself, restraining my reaction so as not to draw attention to the vulgar display.
“You awake now?” Grandma asked, as if aware of the effect the surge of adrenaline just had on my brain.
“Uh-huh,” I replied as calmly as I could.
“Good,” she replied, and headed for the door. “Put junior away and come downstairs, I’ve been looking forward to our afternoon together!”
“Well shit,” I thought sourly. “So much for playing it cool.”
*
Grandma and I played cards for a while and she attempted to teach me cribbage, I never did catch on very well. When the afternoon had cooled down a little, we walked around outside the house, talking about her plans for the different planters, looking at and discussing her modest garden. We picked some weeds we saw and gathered some baby carrots to have with dinner. I’m not a big cooked carrot fan, but Grandma had a way of making them delicious!
The phone rang and it was Grandpa letting her know he wouldn’t be home for dinner. One of his numerous clubs was going to have a dinner meeting in La Grande, and we shouldn’t wait for him.
“Looks like it’s just the two of us kiddo,” Grandma sighed, her smile didn’t make it to her eyes though.
”Well, at least he called to let you know,” I offered, feeling like I wanted to stick up for Grandpa a little. “Half the time Dad doesn’t let Mom know when or where he’s going.”
“Oh really?” Grandma asked, with a touch of fire in her eyes. “I might have to have a chat with my son about that!”
“Uh-oh,” I thought to myself. “Guess I just put my dad in hot water with his mom!”
“What’s that smile for?” Grandma asked.
“Huh? I didn’t realize I was smiling,” I replied. “Guess I just the thought of my grown up dad getting in trouble with his mom was kinda funny!”
We both laughed a little at that and she allowed me to help her get dinner ready. Several times she asked me to retrieve something from up in a cabinet over her work space and didn’t move out of the way, forcing me to reach up and rub the length of my body against her. Her little game become obvious when she ended up backing me into the corner of the counters and bent over to grab a pan from a bottom cabinet. Her dress rode up and I caught a glimpse of a garter and the top of her stockings before she backed up against me and pretty obviously rubbed her ass cheeks against my groin.
“How about a cocktail while we wait for dinner?” she beamed.
I merely shrugged happily, not wanting to mess with her laissez-faire mood.
She dug into a little used cabinet in the back corner of the kitchen and proceeded to concoct some special sorcery by mixing booze and ice in a large glass. She poured the derivative into a pair of martini glassed and topped them with a couple cherries from a jar in the fridge, placing one before me with a flourish!
“Careful,” she warned, taking a sip of hers while peering at me with sparkling eyes over the rim of the glass. “My Manhattans are notoriously potent!”
Grandma sat across from me at the small kitchen table as we sipped our drinks, shortly thereafter, her stockinged toes tentatively sought out my bare feet. When I didn’t react, her nylon covered feet thoroughly explored mine, playing a slow game of footsie.
The spicy, bitter, yet sweet flavors in my mouth, the fire from the booze and the oddly erotic game my own effing Grandma was playing, competed in my head like a shouting match in the Italian Parliament. As I began to feel overwhelmed, nausea fought a battle with horniness and lost. I eased back in my seat and succumbed to the sensations, letting them flow over me and take control. Grandma’s questing toes apparently took advantage of my change in posture, and made their way along my inner thigh, settling on the growing bulge in my shorts.
I closed my eyes and let Grandma do her thing, at this point I’d go along with whatever she wanted, I was super relaxed ready for anything. She used her foot to rub the length of my erection and occasionally to gently press against my balls. I lost track of time and was startled by the sudden buzzing of the stove’s timer.
“Bloody ‘ell!” Grandma cursed, ceasing her erotic explorations and jumping to her feet to silence the grating noise.
Grandma had apparently finished her drink while I had been relaxing under the curious attention of her toes. The spell however, had been broken by the buzzer, and we both studiously went about the business of serving and eating dinner. We both seemed oddly shy about what had happened, probably burdened with guilt for having enjoyed it so much.
An uneventful dinner and clean up afterward seemed to have help calm our nerves. I expressed my intention of getting cleaned up and ready to read in bed.
“I’ll draw your bath, just give me a moment,” Grandma stated. “Would you like another cocktail? I’ll already be making one for me.”
I respectfully declined and stood waiting in the doorway and watched her work her magic again. She definitely had recovered some of her earlier playfulness, she seemed to move with and extra layer of sassiness overlaid on her normal efficiency.
She preceded me to the bathroom and sat on the side of the tub, testing the water and fanning herself.
“Whew!” she commented. “It’s getting rather warm in here.” She then reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her dress.
Her admirable décolletage graduated to full-on cleavage with that little move, and when she’d taken a sip of her drink and approached me, it was obvious she was also braless.
I had been standing there dumbly, fairly entranced by the pale half-moons displayed before me with a sprinkling of freckles, when Grandma broke the enchantment.
“Here, let me help,” she offered, taking the bottom edge of my tank-top and drawing it up over my head.
I complied by raising my arms. Her gentle, motherly actions were comforting and strangely in harmony with the undertones of eroticism the air.
I returned my arms to my sides as she worked on the button of my denim shorts. She kept her gaze averted from my face as she released the button and slowly unzipped the fly. She grasped the waistband and slid in down over my buttocks, letting them drop the rest of the way to the ground. My bikini briefs required a bit more engagement though.
She was breathing deeply now, slipping her thumbs into my underwear at my hips. She finally met my eyes as she began peeling them down, her gaze was… content. Yes, that was the expression, content. Like this is where she wanted to be, where she belonged. She did inhale sharply when my half-hard prick sprang forth, brushing her cheek as she bent to peel my briefs the rest of the way down my legs. I stepped out of them and she laughed softly, standing and wiping the wet streak from her cheek. I shrugged and she smiled and patted my bare ass toward the tub.
I stepped in as she retrieved her drink and sat down, not on the toilet like normal, but on the side of the tub near my feet where she could face me. I was slightly disappointed that her knees were pointed away from me by necessity, I was curious if her bottom matched her unfettered top. Would Grandma go commando? I wanted to know!
“Any plans for tomorrow?” she asked, matter of fact.
“Yes, Mom’s side of the family is having a cookout up at the state park,” I informed her, listing my older cousins. “Misty, Diane and James will be there too.”
“That’s nice,” she said dreamily, finishing her drink and setting the glass aside. “Let’s get you cleaned up now.”
I nodded and sat up, grabbing a washcloth and bar of soap.
“Here, allow me,” she said, taking them from my hands before I could protest. “Give me your back.”
She dipped the washcloth in the tub and lathered it up with soap as I spun around and presented my back to her. She hummed quietly to herself and slowly began to run the cloth across my shoulders and neck. I was in heaven! A strong drink, a full belly, the hot bath and the sudsy, gentle stroking of my skin had me transported to a state of nirvana!
I hardly heard Grandma’s next instruction.
“Stand up please,” she repeated.
In a blissful trance, I rose up and stood in the tub. Grandma followed suit and continued her loving washing of my body, scrubbing her way down my back, around, over and between my ass cheeks, the backs of my thighs and the backs of my knees, all of it tingling under her hypnotic touch.
“Turn around please,” she said, rising again.
She looked at my very rigid erection and then into my eyes.
“Do you like me washing you?” she asked sincerely.
“Yes ma’am,” I confessed, swallowing hard.
“Okay, good,” she seemed to say aloud to herself. “Place your hands on my shoulders.”
I rested my hands on her shoulders and she meticulously washed my arms, shoulders, neck and chest. She occasionally renewed the water, soap and lather on the washcloth as she scrubbed my belly and sides, my hips, my pubes, the length of my cock and my loosely hanging balls. She reached between my legs to wash my taint and then addressed the inside, front, and sides of my thighs. She was eye level with my erection, and now spent more of her time looking at it, versus the remainder of my legs.
“Let’s take care of this,” she announced softly.
She rose up from her lady-like crouch, sliding the soapy cloth up and between my legs to end standing, cupping my balls in her cloth-covered right hand.
“You should lie down in the tub now,” she delivered her instruction in measured tones. “Lay down, rinse the soap and raise your hips if you please.”
She stepped to the sink and retrieved a bottle of lotion, casually undoing two more button of her dress on her way back as I carefully followed her instructions.
“This is for your own good, for your health,” she informed me. “It’s not good to be all pent up, you require a release.”
“Yes ma’am!” I breathed.
Grandma stood beside the tub and raised her left foot, placing it on the side of the tub. My head was to her left and my feet to her right as I watched her slide the hem of her dress up her thigh, exposing the top of her hose. She then carefully unfastened the garters I had spied earlier. She slowly rolled the hose down her thigh, revealing smooth skin that showed just a hint of the looseness that comes with nearly six decades alive. Removing the hose from her left foot, she turned slightly toward me and placed her right foot up on the edge of the tub.
Grandma drew the skirt of her dress back along her thigh painfully slow. I could get tantalizing hints of the darkness hiding deep under the skirt, it was nerve wracking! She revealed just enough of her hose to get the garters undone and managed not to flash me outright.
As she bent over to take the rolled hose from her foot, the open front her dress could no longer contain the heavy breasts within. Her left breast came sliding into view and settled, hanging free and swaying slightly before me.
The astounding sight caused my cock to twitch mightily! But the next nearly had me explode involuntarily! Grandma stood, left breast fully exposed, her right barely half covered. She reached down and hiked her skirt up her thighs, fully revealing her naked mound to me, her sparse, dark pubic hair hardly concealed the fat lips beneath, her slit clearly visible, unhidden by the thin hair.
With that, she stepped over me, placing her right foot by my left hip inside the tub and leaving her left foot outside the tub, she sat with her left ass cheek on the side. Her hiked up dress remained dry, but it may as well not even have been on at this point. Both pale, veiny tits, with their dusting of freckles and dark brown, fat nipples were hanging out the front of the dress, resting on her fabric covered plump belly, sagging just a little and moving with her deep, aroused breaths.
Her thighs were spread over me, the garters dangled loosely, still attached to the belt. The fat outer lips of her pussy had puckered open, a side effect of her seated position, revealing the moist flower within. Her pussy lips were somewhat thick, their outside and crinkled edges darker, almost brown, the insides smooth and pale pink. The lips had spread wide, swollen and wet in her arousal, her vaginal opening gaped slightly and her clitoris was surprisingly fat and pink, peeking out from the brown folds of its hood.
“Oh god, Grandma,” I spoke at last. “You’re so beautiful!”
She smiled wide and reached for the lotion she had brought over. She applied a bit to her right hand and slowly reached for my exposed cock, nearly dry since I had raised my hips a minute ago.
She wrapped her fingers around my cock as if she were memorizing every sensation. She stroked it slowly from tip to base, playing her thumb over the tip. She stroked it up and down, up and down, in perfect time, like a metronome. I reached out just a bit and brushed the backs of the fingers of my right hand across the nipple of her left boob, hanging pendulously before me.
“God, you’re naughty!” she declared with a gasp, not missing a beat.
I flipped my hand over and gently tugged on the fat nipple, much like one might milk an udder.
“Mmm, yes,” was her purred response. “Hmm, harder!”
I tugged harder, stretching her nipple farther and farther, encouraged by her expression and moans of pleasure.
“Right there, just like that!” she groaned.
By this time I was pulling her nipple nearly three inches from her breast, her loose skin tenting back to the orb of the contents of her plump boob!
I knew I had hit the right spot when her hand grasped my cock harder and her stroking rapidly increased!
“Oh god Grandma, I’m gonna cum!” I said through gritted teeth.
“Yes baby, open wide and cum for your Grandma!” she ordered breathlessly.
The thought that she wanted me to shoot my load into my mouth caused my climax to erupt with twice the force, and rope after rope of thick, white semen jetted from the swollen tip of my cock and landed in my eager mouth, expertly aimed by my Grandmother.
She continued to jack my cock at my mouth, but the spurts landed on my chest and belly after only a moment, the initial intensity gone at this point. She released my cock as my body sank and submerged in the tub, exhausted after release, but quickly took a swipe across my chest, depositing a large glob of semen in her mouth. She savored it a moment, like a connoisseur.
“So sweet!” she approved. “Just like you!”
“Ooouugh!” was my only reply. A grunt of pleasure was all I was capable of.
Grandma stood up and stepped out of the tub. Her skirt dropped, hiding her treasure box, and she unceremoniously stowed her errant ladies back in the bodice of her dress. A few buttons later, she was the model of an efficient, demure housewife, a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and upper lip, the only indicators of her loving exertions.
“Look at you! You’ve gone and undone all my hard work. Get yourself cleaned up and get a proper night’s rest,” she teased with a grin. “I want you well rested for your reunion tomorrow!
“I hope you won’t miss me too much while you’re gone!” were her parting words as she swirled around and stepped swiftly through the door, leaving me limp, both in body and mind. The taste of cum in my mouth and the images of her gorgeous twat lingered long after she was gone.
*
Her bedroom door was shut tight and no light showed beneath as I crept upstairs quietly. I paused a moment, thinking I had heard my name. I listened intently and thought I heard her happy voice through the thin wood door, but couldn’t make out what she was saying. I continued on up but could have sworn I heard my name one last time, louder, her tone still happy.
(to be continued…)
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