*
After freshening up, I found her in her bedroom, the door slightly ajar.
“Knock-knock,” I said, rapping lightly on the door frame.
“Enter,” was the quiet reply.
She was sitting up in bed, above the covers with a large pillow behind her back and another under her knees, her legs bent over the pillow and stretched out before her. The skirt of the nightie was bunched up at her hips exposing her legs and I made a show of trying to look up the skirt, but her thighs were together and there was nothing to see but her cuddly belly roll.
“Ooo, you’re a cheeky little devil!” she feigned offense, but didn’t move a muscle to cover either her legs nor her fat nipples, obviously outlined beneath the opaque satin of the thin garment.
She pulled off her reading glasses and set her book beside her and gave me a thorough once-over, top to bottom and back again. I did my best to flex my abs and thighs, then raising my arms in my best “Austrian Oak” imitation.
“Turn around love,” she said, humming to herself. “Mmm-hmm, oh so nice. Back up please.”
I felt a hand petting my ass cheeks, cupping each one and then a light smack on one.
“Turn back please. I don’t know what you see in an old bag like me, but if it suits you, who am I to argue and tell you what you like and don’t like… and by the look of things, you certainly must!” she concluded, indicating the horizontal outline of my hardening prick, sideways in my briefs.
“Help me up love,” she said, reaching for me.
I held both her hands and pulled her up and into my arms, whereupon she hugged me tight, nuzzling into my chest. Her hands slid down my back and slipped into my briefs so she could hold my ass in her bare hands.
“Listen to me,” she said firmly, her demeanor shifting from light and airy, to dark and heavy. “I don’t know what in god’s name this is, or what it means, if it means anything, or if it’s going anywhere, or even if anything else is going to happen… but mark me, this never leaves this house. There is nothing after today. There never was anything before today. There is just this moment… and if you ever. Ever. EVER (she emphasized, digging her fingernails into my bare ass). Even. HINT, that there’s something between us other than the natural, normal affection between a grandmother and her grandson… I will brand you a liar to everyone you know and love and completely cut your existence from my life!”
God! I think I peed a little!
During her speech my vision dimmed, like a cloud occluding the sun, my vision focused on her moving lips and I had slowly backed away until my back fetched up against the closet door, she had followed, hands still in my underwear, looking up at me, her face passive, her words adamantine. I felt my knees shaking and, if she didn’t have me pinned between her soft belly and boobs in front, and her grasping hands in back, I think I would have fled the room, scared shitless!
I tried to control my voice, but it cracked when I finally managed to force words from my mouth, “G-grandma, I-I’ll never say, I’m not, I-I should go…” My heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest and my eyes stung!
“Bloody hell, I over did it,” she half-laughed to herself. “Look, I know I can be a right proper cunt if I get rubbed the wrong way, but you sonny, you do NOT rub me the wrong way. You rub me the right way! Too right, matter of fact. God! What am I saying? I’ve bollocks’d this all up!!
She pulled her hands out from behind me, smashed her soft body against mine and reaching up, brought my face to hers and planted a kiss on my forehead and each of my eyes. Her comforting touch soothed the panic in my heart, and she continued to kiss my cheeks, my jaw near my ears, the sides of my neck and placed a couple on my chest. She let up a little and slipped her arms around me for a chaste and calming hug.
She relaxed and looked up at me. “Hungry? How about a bite?”
“Yes ma’am,” I replied, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, clearing my vision. Grandma took the other and led me from her bedroom around the corner to the kitchen.
She poured me a cup of coffee and herself a cup of tea. After adding the perfect amount of cream and sugar, she delivered it to me at the kitchen table with a sideways hug.
It seemed as if our week of increasing heat and slow gravitational pull toward each other had been reset. Sitting in Grandma’s kitchen in my tiny underwear seemed strange and inappropriate instead of sexy and fun. To be honest, to see Grandma’s motherly form wrapped in a thin satin nightie didn’t seem too odd as she bustled about the kitchen humming to herself. In fact, it was kind of sexier that if she’d been naked… aaaaand there we go! Apparently my horny teenage mind couldn’t be deferred too long.
Grandma finished her preparations and brought the plates over, her plump tits nearly falling free as she purposefully teased me by bending over father than she needed to.
Tucking in, we ate a light breakfast of over-easy eggs, Canadian bacon and toast with jam. We had cleared our plates and were sipping our second cups, eying each other in our underwear, the air electrically awkward.
“I heard about you and James,” she started, but paused when I sprayed coffee halfway across the table.
“W-hat’d you hear?” I choked out.
“Nothing that warranted that kind of reaction!” she shrewdly observed. “I heard you burnt your foot while you two were out riding his infernal motorcycle, but now I want the truth!”
“Nothing! I swear,” I started, but could tell she wasn’t going to brook with lies or half-truths. “No, really, we uh. We um. We kinda…”
“Oh. My. God. You fecking did it, didn’t you!” Grandma gaped at me. “You git! Oh my god! James? Really? Was it just messing about? Is he? Are you? No! You are incorrigible! How on earth did THAT happen?”
“Well, he helped me after my foot got burnt, and it just kind of happened,” I generalized. “We just sort of fell into it.”
“Oh no sonny, that’s not going to cut it this time!” she barked with a smile. “You’re going to tell me every little detail, you’re going to tell me the whole story, draw it out in excruciating detail. Understand?”
So there it is, we sat catty-cornered at one end of the kitchen table, her on the end, me on the side. Her eyes gleamed over the rim of her teacup as she listened intently to me spin my homoerotic tale. She got up to refill our cups about the time I was relating James massaging my cock with his bare foot, I could see a damp mark on the chair that matched a patch of darker blue on the back of her light-blue nightie.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized my story was making Grandma wet! I continued in greater detail, including feelings, sights and smells and reveled when I watched her subtly squirming in her seat. By this time my prick was rock hard and I nonchalantly lifted the elastic at my waist to let it spring up vertical, gently setting the waistband back down, now covering less than half my cock. I sighed with relief, it had been getting a little painful being sideways so long. The swollen mushroom tip nestled into my navel, leaking a little into my happy trail.
“Mmm!” Grandma was fairly wiggling in her seat by now. “Continue, please.”
Apparently she gave up at this point, because as I was describing James impaling himself on my cock, Grandma slumped in her seat, sliding her ass to the edge of the chair, and gathering the skirt of the nightie in her hands, pulled the garment up over her belly and spread her legs. She tucked the bunched up satin under her heavy tits and began to rub her nearly naked slit up and down.
I unintentionally paused my story, distracted by my front row seat, watching my Grandma play with her swollen, fat, wet pussy.
“Keep. Going.” She panted, freeing one breast and tugging on the fat, brown nipple. “What. Happened. Next?”
She closed her eyes and lay her head back as I described in detail the feeling of James’ asshole on my cock. She pulled her nipple hard, stretching her plump tit to a point as two of her fingers began to plunge in and out of her sopping pussy.
“Are. You. Cumming. Soon?” she grunted.
“Yes Grandma, soon,” I promised, referring to my tale.
As the first jets of my cousin’s semen splattered against my face in my story, Grandma’s syrupy juices splattered on the floor between us, gushing out in time with her pumping fingers.
“Oh! Oh. My. God!” she yelled. “My. Fucking. God! That’s hot!” She continued to slowly stroke her fingers in and out of her pussy, the flowing river of clear juices dripping from the chair into the spreading puddle on the floor. “Oh ‘ell, that was good!”
I was just sitting there, staring at her with my mouth open, I wanted her so bad! She was so sexy, confident and uninhibited. Just when I thought I couldn’t be more turned on, she scooted her chair back from the puddle and stood up.
She peeled the nightie up and over her head, put one leg up on the chair and used the bundle of blue satin to wipe between her legs, reaching way back between her ass cheeks and going over her swollen pussy a few times before dropping it on the puddle and using her foot to swipe her soiled nightie over the aromatic mess like a mop.
It was so practical, nasty, efficient and naughty! Her plump ass, hips, belly and boobs jiggled deliciously as she dragged her lingerie back and forth with her foot. My brain and body were no longer communicating, Grandma smiled and looked at me sideways as she picked up the dripping ball of satin and took it directly to the washing machine. I was still in vapor-lock when she returned with a damp mop and finished cleaning the floor in the kitchen and the dripped trail to the laundry machine.
She broke the spell with a couple light, loving slaps on the cheek. “Was that too much to witness honey?”
“That. Was. AWESOME!” I yelled, jumping up from my chair and sweeping up her rounded, naked body in my arms. I swung her around and set her down gently, hardly noticing how the uncovered half of my dick had been buried in her pubes. “Oh man!”
“How are you though?” she solicited. “Don’t you need… release?”
“Yes! No! I mean, it’d be fantastic, but after watching that, it’d almost be anticlimactic!” I gushed. “I’m just high on having been able to watch and tell the story that got you there!”
“Oh! Don’t get me started on that story” she said, making the quote sign with her fingers. “If half of what you said was accurate, gay sex is so hot!”
“Grandma! It’s not gay sex, it’s not straight sex…” I started.
“…it’s just sex!” she concluded in chorus with me. We had a laugh at that!
“Come with me, you can keep me company while I shower off,” she said, heading to the tiny bathroom tucked between the kitchen and laundry room.
It was so small, you had to step in and close the door to get to the toilet. The shower stall was on the right, a little pedestal sink in the center, and the commode tucked in behind the door. Grandma stepped into the shower which was barely large enough for one person and left the door open so I could pull a chair over from the kitchen and sit and chat with her.
She left the frosted glass door open as she showered, apparently unconcerned with the water splashing out onto the tile. She washed her short hair and then lathered up a washcloth and hit the “hot-spots,” as she called them, her pits, under her drooping boobs and her crotch. After she had rinsed off all the suds she shut the water off but didn’t get out.
“Here, I think you’ll get a kick out of this,” she said, and stood leaning against one side of the shower stall to her right while drawing her left leg up to her chest.
Her outer lips were wide open and her inner labia still looked swollen, curling back like the petals of a flower, shiny and pink within. Water was still dripping off her body, but a new rivulet began running down her right leg from between her pussy lips. Grandma sighed and the stream no longer clung to her leg, but arched out to splatter onto the shower floor. The spray from her fountain sprinkled on my feet as I sat transfixed by the sight. My semi-erect prick stiffened quickly and I unabashedly stripped off my briefs and began to stroke it in front of my Grandma!
“Hmm, that’s right baby,” Grandma purred. “You watched Grandma frig herself, now you’re gonna wank off for her. I want to watch you cum. Are you gonna cum for your Grandma?”
“Oh god yes!” I cried, furiously stroking to the spectacle before me.
The stream of piss diminished rapidly until the last few drops fell from her pussy lips. She then lowered her left leg and carefully kneeled in the stall.
“Stand up baby, come closer,” she smiled.
I stood and inched forward, the purple head of my dick a foot before her face.
“Closer… closer,” she prompted, reaching down and using both hands to tug on her fat, brown nipples.
The wet tip of my cock was nearly brushing her smiling lips. She was pulling her nipples down, then out, then down again, she was breathing harder, her breath tickling my balls.
“Uuunnngh!” I groaned, and all my muscles went rigid as I felt every nerve in my body concentrated at the tip of my cock.
“Yes baby!” Grandma said, just before the first jet of semen splashed against her lips, sending globs splattering everywhere.
Grandma opened her mouth wide and I watched the second jet burst against the roof of her mouth and run to the back of her throat. The third splashed against her tongue and added to the puddle at the back of her mouth. The fourth, fifth and sixth poured from my pulsing cock onto her outstretched tongue and filled her mouth, running over her chin to drip onto her pillowy chest.
She held that pose while I milked the last drops from my prick and her hands smeared my semen across her tits. The whole time she had not so much as touched me or my cock. She closed her lips and motioned that I should kneel with her, and I sank down on wobbly knees to join her.
She reached forward and pulled me to her and hugged me, her sticky tits smashing into my chest. She then put her hands on either side of my face and gently pressed her slimy lips to mine. Her tongue slipped out and between my lips and as I opened my mouth, she allowed the entire mouthful of my semen to flow from her mouth to mine. My sperm dribbled from our messy lips and slipped down between our warm bodies.
Time lost all meaning as her tongue and mine writhed with one another in an orgy of semen and spit. As she closed her lips, we both set to swallowing the musky ejaculate. She released my face and used my shoulders to help her stand and I followed. We stood facing one another, sticky and flushed with our excitement.
“Mmm, honey,” she spoke quietly, “that was better than I could have imagined!”
“Grandma,” I praised, “You are hands down, the sexiest woman alive!”
She chuckled at the compliment and declared she was going to clean up, again, then I could have a turn.
“You know what?” she said through the now closed shower door. “I think I’m going to spent the rest of the day bare-ass-naked! You’re welcome to join me.”
“Hell yeah!” I agreed.
“You know,” she said thoughtfully as she stepped out of the shower and I stepped in. “When I first saw you pissing on yourself, I thought you were bat-shit-crazy… but honestly, I was also turned on by the bold nastiness of it. I mean, it feels good to pee, and I guess the feelings cross over to the arousal side of the house easily enough, so I understand that part. But damn! I never thought I could get turned on by it!”
“I understand Grandma,” I confessed. “I didn’t get it myself at first either. When I was 13, a buddy and I were skinny-dipping and then drying out in the sun, we had to pee and just stood and started pissing. I remember my piss started going higher ‘cus I was getting hard, my friend and I just laughed and joked about it, but for some reason, after that day, I was always fascinated by it!”
“Do you like… drinking it?” she asked carefully.
“Not really. I’ve seen a couple videos where people piss in cups and just chug it down, but that does nothing for me, but getting pissed on, even pissing in my mouth, god! It gets me goin’!” I explained. “Maybe a little swallow here and there, but not like drinking-drinking. You know?”
“I think so, but thinking about it, I don’t know if I’ll be able to add it to my bedroom repertoire,” Grandma said.
“I know,” I sympathized. “It’s something I’ve had to keep secret a long time. Maybe someday I’ll find someone who likes it as much as I do.”
*
Grandma and I spent the rest of the day naked in the house. She boldly went to each window and drew the curtains shut, I joked with her about the apparent hypocrisy of the action. I helped her do a better cleanup of the kitchen where she had orgasmed over half the place and I volunteered to dry the bathroom floor and clean the shower, ensuring I hadn’t missed and errant splatters of cum.
In and through all of this, we bumped into each other a lot, grabbed an ass cheek here, a handful of boob there. When I was on my hands and knees cleaning the shower, she came and straddled my ass, lightly grinding her damp slit against my tailbone. When she bent over to drain the mop bucket, I slipped my semi-erect prick between her ass cheeks, letting the tip harden against her crinkled butthole for a few seconds. Later, we sat across from one another on the couch and pretended to watch TV while slowly masturbating ourselves.
Our hormones rose to simmer just beneath the surface as we kept ourselves at the edge of arousal. About the time my forgotten appetite announced itself with a growling stomach, we gave it a rest and ate a distracted lunch, neither of us paying much attention to the food, just sort of eating it to get it over with. Cleanup was quick and as wordless as the meal.
Grandma stood in the family room afterward looking thoughtful, as if trying to make a decision. She was staring into her bedroom and idly biting her lower lip. Nodding to herself, she headed into the little hall leading to the bathroom and stairs.
“Are you coming?” she called from the stairs.
I had been just standing there, watching her and scrambled to follow her at her invitation. As she ascended the too many and too short stairs, her round ass wiggled from side to side above me. I couldn’t see between her legs, her cheeks and thighs definitely met in the middle, but the motion in that ocean captivated me. I longed to reach out and spread her plump cheeks and dive in!
At the top, she turned left into the room where I was staying. The afternoon sun was streaming through the window, giving the room a golden glow and making it comfortably warm. The perfect spot for a nap, or a romp as it seemed to be turning out.
*
Grandma reached out to me with both hands. I put my hands in hers and she turned and wrapped herself in my arms. She settled back into my body. The top of her round ass caressed my balls and my rapidly hardening prick nestled into the small of her back. She had crossed my arms over her plump boobs and was holding them there, resting her head sideways on my upper arm. Her soft flesh seemed to melt into mine, and despite the warm air in the room, wherever our skin met, felt like fire.
I could smell the scent of the body powder she used after the shower, a subtle mix of rose and musk. I lowered my lips to begin placing gentle kisses on her ear and neck. She let go of my arms and reached behind her to run her hands along the sides of my thighs. I chose to avoid her tits and marveled at the softness of her skin as I ran my hands over her round hips and up over the gentle rolls on her sides. Whenever I tried to decide which I preferred, fit women with flat bellies and defined muscles or plump, plush, even downright fat women, with soft rolls, wide asses and round bellies, I could never convince myself to eschew one for the other. The same went for breasts, I found that I loved them all! Small, flat, medium or large, firm, bouncy or sagging, plump or empty and young or old!
Grandma’s tits were simultaneously round and saggy, firm insides contained in loose, soft flesh. They just overflowed my hands, now cupping them from below, and were pushing the upper limits of C-cups. I twisted my hands a little so I could both support them and grasp her nipples between thumb and fingers. Her breathing deepened as I began squeezing and rolling them, copying some of the moves I had seen her use on herself. I graduated from simple kisses and started to lick and nibble on her ear, neck and shoulder. She was gently grinding her ass against my balls and stiff cock now, reaching further behind to clutch at my ass cheeks.
I released her right boob to run my hand over her rounded belly, through the sparse pubes on her plump mound and work a couple fingers between her fat outer lips to play with her slick pussy lips, finding her clit and rubbing around it in slow circles.
“Ooh baby!” she cooed. “Oh you know how to do that nice!”
She slowly turned around in the direction of the hand in her pussy so I didn’t have to break contact. Her mature, womanly curves fit perfectly against my body as our mouths met in a wet, passionate kiss. She reached for my cock, her hands cool on its hot flesh, and she began rubbing it against the soft skin of her belly. I smiled through our kiss, loving the sensation of sliding across her silky stomach. She turned me and backed me up to the low bed, stopping when my calves touched.
She placed a couple kisses on my collar bones, another on each nipple, bending over and tickling my navel with the tip of her tongue, before kneeling between my legs, her soft tits framed between my thighs and my erect dick proudly standing before her face. She did something a little odd, but sweet. She wrapped her arms around my ass and hugged my hips, my hard, veiny, vulgar rod smashed against the side of her sweet face as she cuddled against it. The contrast was appalling and erotic!
Breaking from her hug, she once again grasped my cock and forced me to sit down on the bed. Spreading my legs, she made herself comfortable between my thighs, like settling down to a good meal. My prick was fairly tingling in anticipation of what was coming next as I watched her lips part and slide over the head of my dick. In truth, her head game wasn’t what got me, it was the whole taboo experience! Don’t get me wrong, her mouth felt fantastic, but she didn’t stroke with her hands or play with my balls or ass. However, I honestly was trying hard not to blow my load right there!
My fucking grandmother’s mouth was on my dick! Her fat, pendulous boobs were resting between my thighs. She’s licking my cock like a lollipop and running here lips up and down the length! Oh god, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum!
Grandma buried my cock deep in her mouth and rose up from her knees, and while keeping the head of my dick seated firmly in her throat, maneuvered onto the bed and over my body and ended by placing her knees on either side of my shoulders. Her glistening pussy was displayed for me in all its glory, inches above my face. I didn’t need any prompting beyond that and wrapped my arms around her ass and pulled her gaping pussy onto my face!
“Mmm-oh god!” she said, around my dick. It sounded more like “Mmrowgrowd!” but I knew what she meant.
Her juices really started flowing as I flicked my tongue across her chubby clit, running out from between her gaping pussy lips, onto my tongue and forming a puddle at the back of my mouth. I had to breathe through my nose or choke on her sweet, slimy juices!
“Fuck Grandma,” I said, swallowing my first mouthful. “Your fucking pussy juice is amazing!”
In response to my praise she redoubled her efforts, her mouth sliding up and down rapidly, sucking harder and harder, the tip of my cock bumping against the back of her throat harder. My pussy eating techniques devolved into a frenzied orgy of licking, sucking and rubbing my entire face in her sopping pussy!
I concentrated on trying to reach as deep into her pussy as I could with my tongue and watched her asshole clenching and relaxing in front of my eyes. Her butthole was oddly smooth, with the skin getting crinkly only right at the pucker, there was no hair to speak of. I determined to taste her sphincter then and there, and used my arms to reposition her hips so I could commence worshipping her asshole with my tongue! I lapped at it, swirled my tongue around it, tickled the pucker with the tip and began wiggling the rest of my tongue into her anus as I felt her relaxing. Her ass reciprocated against my thrusting tongue as Grandma pushed her asshole against my face, moaning around my cock, her teeth now grazing the flesh of my penis as she plunged it in and out of her mouth.
“Oh god, yes!” she cried as my cock popped out of her mouth, raising up to pant and moan.
I remove my tongue from her asshole and quickly slip a finger in, returning my attention to her swollen clit, flicking it with a hard tongue.
“Oh fuck! Oh god!” Grandma panted. “My god, don’t stop, don’t stop, more, more!
I pushed a second finger into her ass, reveling in the rhythmic clenching around my digits, pumping them in time to her trembling hip’s rocking. I could see into her gaping pussy and the walls of her vagina were opening and closing like her asshole on my fingers!
“Harder, harder, harder!” she gasped. “Oh! Oh-god! Uuunnnngh!!!”
The walls of her pussy clenched tight, her anus had a death-grip on the first two fingers of my left hand, and there, before my eyes I witnessed her pee-hole, her urethra, swell and protrude a little as short bursts of piss squirted out, joining the clear cum drooling from within her pussy and flowing into my hungry mouth! Larger gushes of her flowing juices rushed into my mouth as her clenched pussy relaxed and continued to spasm. Splash, gulp! Splash-splash, gulp! Gush-gush, gulp! Gush, drool, drip, gulp!
I lapped, sucked and swallowed, my entire face covered in her fluids. It ran through my hair and down my neck. Grandma collapsed onto my body fully, resting her head on my right thigh and weakly stroking my dick. Her asshole pushed my fingers out and she shivered a bit.
I watched her pussy walls tremble and clench, tremble and clench, relaxing a little each time until they paused, still trembling a bit, a small gap between the walls. I was enthralled by the sight, gazing up into her vagina, still dripping a little on my chin.
Grandma was still panting, her breath brushing against my cock like a feather. She lifted her head and slowly sank her wet mouth onto my aching penis.
“Now for you,” she said between strokes. “Your turn.”
The pace of her mouth fucking increased, she sucked my pole with more and more vigor and I desperately wanted to cum, but wondered if I’d be able to without her hands working my cock too. I tried getting into it more, thrusting up into her mouth as she descended. I grunted with exertion, trying hard to cum, but the climax seemed elusive…
“For you honey,” she said popping my cock from her mouth, but for a moment. “Just for you…”
I felt her stomach muscles tighten through her soft belly on my chest, her pussy walls gaped wide and her anus and pee-hole protruded. With a grunt I felt on my cock in her mouth, a few drops of urine dripped from her urethra onto my lips…
“Oh!” I exclaimed, opening my mouth wide. “Oh yes Grandma, yes!”
A little burst of pee splashed into my mouth…
“Mmm, god yes!” I moaned. “God yes, do it, do it!”
A little stream of piss arched from her pussy and splashed onto my mouth and chin, I felt my whole being pour into my cock and out into my Grandma’s mouth!
“Gaaaaawd! Oh fuck! Fuuuuuuck!” I yelled, as I felt my cock explode in her mouth, cum and spit gushing around her lips and running over my balls and between my legs! “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck, Grandma. Oh Grandma, oh, oh yes!”
“Mmm, there you go baby! That’s my baby, oh yes,” she cooed, taking her mouth off and slowly sliding her fist up and down my slimy cock. “Oh god, that was… that was… oh, god.”
She slid off my body to my right side with a sigh. Her right cheek rested on my thigh and I rested my face against hers. We looked at one another’s flushed faces across the valley of our sweaty bodies, my hard lines in wonderful contract to her soft curves. Both our faces were bedecked with cum, our bodies had poured with sweat in the cloying warmth of the room. I reached down to her, guiding her to turn around and climb up next to my body. She lay on her back beside me, to my left. My left arm was under her shoulders, I rested my face on her chest above her right breast, I draped my right thigh over both of hers and my right arm wrapped around her ribs below her tits.
We hummed and sighed in post-coital bliss, gazing into each other’s eyes until they gently closed in well-earned rest. After a few moments, Grandma began to softly snore, those were that last sounds I heard as I sank into my own subconscious, visions of her amazing puss accompanying me to sleep.
(to be continued…)
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