Grandma
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Suzanne
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When I arrived ho from school I noticed Grandma's car parked in front of the house. She rarely ca over unless plans for her to do so had been made, but that's not to say she was unwelco. I an, hey, she did have a key to our place, after all, and Mom and Dad never minded her popping in whenever she saw fit to do so. I headed straight for the kitchen as I knew that was more than likely where she would be, and sure enough she was rummaging through the pots and pans. "Hi, Grandma," I called out to her as I lay my bookbag on the table.
She lifted her head, smiled, then said, "Do you know where your mother keeps her Dutch oven?"
I thought for a mont, then went to the pantry, and sure enough there it was, on the bottom shelf. I pulled it out as I told Grandma I had found it, then set it on the table next to my bookbag. Grandma stood, made to dust herself off even though she wasn't soiled in the slightest, then approached . She pinched my cheeks as she placed a brief grandmotherly kiss of greeting on my lips and said, "Whatever would I do without you?"
"Lucky for you, you'll never have to find out," I said. "You're going to live forever."
Grandma burst into loud, boisterous laughter as she tousled my hair. "I'm glad at least one of us thinks so."
"Oh, you just have to," I said with a mock plea. "I wouldn't know what to do if you left ."
She smiled a genuine smile of love at , then pulled my head to her bosom and hugged . Yes, it was literally at her bosom. You see, Grandma stood six-foot-two as opposed to my five-ten, so my head and face always ended up pressed firmly against her cleavage. It was warm, soft yet firm, and even though I thought nothing of it in my youth, once puberty kicked in it really began to hold a different sensation for . I never said anything about that, even after all these years, but I kind of thought she knew.
"So, how was school today?" she asked as she released .
"Okay for the most part, Grandma. Today in Psych we discussed—Oh! Never mind."
"What?" she asked.
"It's nothing," I said.
"Well, it sure as hell doesn't sound like 'nothing.' What are you keeping from ?"
I sighed. "It was about sex."
"Mmmmm-Hmmmm," she said as she eyed , one eyebrow raised questioningly. "When you first learned about the birds and the bees, was it your parents or your friends you went to?"
"I went to you, Grandma," I answered.
"Oh, that's right. How could have I forgotten?" she asked mockingly. "And when you were first ready to have sex, was it your friends or your parents you confided in?"
I sighed resignedly. Once again, I answered, "It was you, Grandma."
"So, what makes you think I can't handle what your teacher discusses in your class?" she asked.
"Because, it's ... It was weird enough talking about it in class. It made think ... No, I really don't want to discuss this with you, Grandma, so can you please just respect that?"
She looked at and smiled that sa genuinely loving smile at . "Honey, we don't have to discuss a thing. Let your mother know I ca .."
"Let carry—"
"I can manage just fine, dear. Have a nice night," and with that, she was gone.
I felt bad about shutting her down like I did. Grandma ant the world to . I decided I'd call her later and apologize.
When Mom got ho from work she called upstairs to . I ca out of my room to et her at the stairs. "Your father should be here in about ten minutes, then we're heading over to your grandmother's for dinner."
"We're eating with Grandma tonight?" I asked, surprised as shit. Why didn't she tell ?
"She did co by and get the Dutch oven, didn't she?" Mom asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Stewed ribs," Mom said with a smile as she turned and made her way to her room. I watched her go. She may have been Grandma's daughter, but the Amazon gene seed to have skipped her. , too. Not my sister Suzanne, though. She was Grandma up and down.
Dad arrived, freshened up, then we all piled into the Cherokee and made our way to Grandma's house. What can I say? The food was delicious. The ribs swam in a thick gravy with huge chunks of onion and peppers, all of which found their way onto my mashed potatoes, and the broccoli was stead perfectly. I shouldn't have done it, simply because I wasn't hungry, but I had second helpings of everything just because it tasted so damned good. Mom took a picture of it and sent it to Suzanne, who was away at Wellesley. She imdiately responded that Grandma would have to make that plus all her favorites upon her return.
In an effort to seek forgiveness, I offered to wash dishes and clean the kitchen. Grandma tried to fight on this, but I fought harder and insisted. She finally acquiesced. Thirty minutes later she entered the kitchen and saw preparing to mop. "Sakes alive, Lance. Mopping also?"
"I'm just trying to make sure everything is clean, Grandma."
She disappeared, then five minutes later reappeared and said, "Your folks have gone ho. Don't worry, I told them I'd take you when you were done."
"I'm just finishing up now," I told her. "I'll be along directly."
I entered the living room approximately five minutes later to find Grandma enjoying a Jack Daniels on the rocks. "Want one?" she asked, knowing I still had better than half a year before I was legally able to do so. She knew I drank outside Mom and Dad's house, and she and I had even talked over a drink here and there in the past, so her offering one wasn't out of the ordinary.
"Uh ... "Sure," I answered. She fixed a glass that was about three-fourths full and passed it to . "Thanks, Grandma." Before she sat, I downed it and asked for another. She smiled and obliged , telling to sip this one, but I gulped it, too.
"boy. What's gotten into you?" she asked .
"I'm sorry about earlier, Grandma. I didn't an to shut you out like I did. It's just ..."
"Honey,whatever it is, if it's this difficult to discuss then you don't have to."
I took a deep breath, then said, "My Psyche instructor made an off-hand remark about younger people thinking sex ends after fifty. He went on to say that many people in their seventies, eighties, and even their nineties still crave and enjoy sex. I made the comnt, 'So what you're saying is that for the enterprising young lad, working in a senior facility is the way to go.' Of course, you can imagine the entire class saying 'Ewwww' to that, but Mr. Groves told the class that I was correct, and he even brought up the gaining popularity of GILF porn to substantiate this."
"GILF porn?" Grandma asked. "What is that, honey?"
"It's sex between young n and older won," I told her.
"So, why is it called 'GILF?'" I burst into laughter. "It there sothing funny about it?"
"No, ma'am. You see, there are two different classifications: MILFs and GILFs. MILF stands for Mothers I'd Like to ... You know."
"No, I don't."
"You're really going to make say it, Grandma?"
"How else can I understand it if I don't know exactly what it ans?"
I chuckled, then said, "It ans 'fuck,' Grandma. Mothers I'd Like to Fuck. Then there's GILFs, which is Grandmothers I'd Like to Fuck."
"Oh," she responded. There was so surprise in her voice, but not much. After about twenty seconds worth of silence, she asked, "So, have you ever watched any of this GILF porn?"
I couldn't find voice to answer. I couldn't even look her in the eye. I just now noticed how much I had been staring at her huge breasts the entirety of this conversation, so to keep from calling any further attention to myself, I kept my head bowed as I slightly nodded my head.
"And when you watch it, what does it do for you?" she asked.
"This is why I didn't want to talk about it, Grandma. The whole thing makes uncomfortable."
"But maybe talking about it will help to alleviate your feelings of discomfort," she suggested.
I stood and fixed myself another drink, gulping it down as I had done the previous two. I fixed another and returned with it to my seat. I took a sip, then said, "I've watched it."
"Is there a particular type?" Grandma asked .
A part of wanted to cry. I felt like I had been given truth serum and I was being interrogated by the enemy and I was powerless to lie. "I look at the red-headed grannies," I told her as I set my gaze on her face, then the long, curly red locks surrounding it. "I watch the young guys my age with the red-headed grannies your age and I ... then I ..."
"Do you masturbate to these videos, Lance?"
"I'm sorry, Grandma."
"Do you think of when you masturbate?"
"I just ..." I didn't know how to finish the sentence. I shrugged my shoulders as I shook my head.
Grandma eyed for all of a minute, then she excused herself. I don't know how long I sat there alone in the living room. I don't know how long she was gone. I heard her almost silent footsteps behind , then she was standing in front of in all her nude majesty. Her hair was wet and tiny beads of water reflected off her body. Apparently she had been gone long enough to get a shower. What hair wasn't plastered to her face clung to her breasts, tiny rivulets of water flowing from it onto her rose-colored nipples, the coolness of the air conditioner hardening them. Her belly was flat, and there was a thick mound of red pubic hair between her legs. At this mont, I could not imagine a more beautiful woman on earth. "G-Grandma?"
"Is this what you want, honey? Would you like to make love with ?❤" That's exactly what I wanted. Why couldn't I acknowledge as much, then? "Your psychology instructor was correct, honey. Our libidos do not wane. Sotis we just have to relegate ourselves to the fact that sex just won't happen for us anymore, but deep down, every woman my age wishes for a young lover your age, soone who can please her as deeply as she desires." She held out a hand to . "Will you join in my bedroom, honey❤"
I took it and stood, then allowed her to lead to her bed. She undressed , and when she saw I was completely manscaped, she said, "I shave my labia. Perhaps I should shave everything❤."
"No, Grandma. That's part of your appeal."
She smiled at , then helped lay down. "Can you make love to ❤"
"I want to, Grandma. So desperately."
"You just lay back and relax. There's no need to rush anything." My cock was at half-mast. She took it in her mouth and began sucking it ever so slowly. She sucked it like she had been in love with it her entire life. I had never known a blow job like this. It was wonderful. She brought to complete hardness, and my girth was stretching her mouth. Still, she was resolute in taking all seven and a half inches of to the hilt.
"Oh, Grandma. It feels so good."
"Mmmmm-hmmm❤," she answered without stopping.
My breathing intensified. "Oh, god. You're going to make cum."
"Mmmmm-hmmm❤!"
"Oh, shit!" I yelled as I filled her mouth with my cum.
Never once did she stop her slow, laborious pace. I did feel a slight pause, then she ca off and said, "Ah ❤..." before taking back in her mouth. She swallowed it. I was going to say sothing, but in the end I decided not to make a big fuss over it. Grandma finally raised up, then she bent toward and asked, "How was that?"
"It was the single most incredible experience I have ever had, Grandma, and I an that. Now why don't you lay back and allow to return the favor?" With a smile on her face, she did. Before I got started, however, I asked, "Would it be inappropriate for to kiss you ... You know, not as my grandma, but as a woman?"
"Honey, I was hoping you would want to❤," she replied. She wrapped her arms around my neck and drew to her. Our lips t. It was tentative at first, simply because we both were a bit nervous, but soon that nervousness gave way and our lips were softly grinding on each other's just as our tongues danced in one another's mouths like dueling ballerinas. It was a tender mont, and as much as I wanted it to last, I wanted to taste her thick, rosy nipples even more.
I kissed Grandma down her chin, down her neck, and down her voluptuous breasts until I reached my goal. Her nipples were so hard, as were her areola. I sucked them a good five minutes each. I wanted to do more, but her pussy was waiting on , and I couldn't neglect it any longer.
I kissed my way down her flat belly to the forest of red pubic hair and I felt my cock harden as I nuzzled my way through it. It slled like strawberries. Fitting, I thought. I finally ca out and onto her smooth labia and allowed my tongue to search out her clit. It was not gargantuan in size, as her Amazonian stature might suggest. In fact, it was no bigger than the head of a straight pin, but it was sensitive nonetheless, and once I began diddling it with my tongue she went into a fit of ecstasy. I probed her for perhaps three minutes before she ca, and her body was even more alive and receptive to my touch than I had originally believed it would be. I lapped up her juices, then asked, "Would you like another, Grandma?"
"No," she answered breathily, and I must admit that I was disappointed, for I had wanted to spend a good amount of ti down there. Still, when she continued, my spirits lifted. "The ti will co when I'll let you do that from sun-up to sundown, but right now I just need to feel your stiff, young cock between my legs❤."
"Yes, ma'am," I said with a smile on my face as I moved upward. She cocked her legs wide. I lined myself up with her, then I eased myself into her. Our twin moans filled the silent space of the room. I can't say her pussy was tight by any ans, but it was so wet and so soft, and I could imagine all that red hair encircling my dick. It turned on to no end.
"That's right❤," Grandma said as she once again entwined her arms around my neck and drew close. We kissed as I slowly went in and out of her. "Yes, honey. Make love to ❤. Just like that. Oh❤. Oh❤ ..." and she had an orgasm. She kissed again. "It feels so good, honey❤. Your cock feels so good inside ❤" We began kissing again, softly, sweetly, and after another few minutes, "Oh!❤" and she ca again. I was really proud of myself for being able to get Grandma off like I was.
We made love for perhaps fifteen minutes, then I felt that old, familiar feeling begin to encroach on . "Do I need to pull out when I cum, Grandma?"
"No. That would spoil everything," she answered.
Another thirty seconds, then, "Oh, Grandma! Here it cos!"
"Yes!❤" Grandma shouted. Her legs opened wider as she lifted them off the bed. I felt myself slide in deeper inside her as I began pumping my sen into her. Her arms once again moved around my neck as her legs entwined themselves around my own. She held there as my cock spasd its last, and then thereafter. We kissed, not moving from our embrace.
I pulled back and said, "I love you, Grandma."
"I love you, honey❤." She looked in the eyes.
"What?"
"Would you like this to be a regular thing between us?" she asked. "Would you like us to make love on a regular basis?"
"How regular?" I asked. The gleam in her eyes seed to falter a bit when I asked that, so I had to fix that imdiately. "What I an by that, Grandma, is I'll be over here every day unless you set so paraters."
She smiled. "Let's start with every day and see where that leads us."
I wasn't seeing anyone seriously at the mont, so it would suit just fine. "Give an hour to recharge and I'll be ready to go again."
"You've already had two orgasms tonight"
"And for you I'll have two more," I told her. I kissed her. "Do you know what I have done my entire sexual life, Grandma? I have fucked. Right now, what we just did? I have never so beautifully made love with a woman as I did with you."
"Oh, honey❤." She placed a palm against my cheek. "It was beautiful, and you gave many wonderful orgasms." I grabbed her hand and placed it between my legs. "Oooh!❤ Already hard again?❤" She guided inside her, and I made love to her just as I had originally done.
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It was my twenty-first birthday and we were at ho celebrating. Mom and Dad made a big to-do over it, having invited all the family and even all my friends. Suzanne was ho from school as my birthday fell on December seventeenth, so Fall Sester was over, and she would be here until Spring Sester started up. Amidst all the chaos, Grandma pulled to the side and told she wanted to give one of my presents downstairs in Dad's man cave. Her wicked smile told I shouldn't refuse it, so I followed her.
I found myself leaning against the pool table as Grandma knelt before . Her blouse was unbuttoned, her bra was raised up, and my cock was snuggled nicely between her huge breasts. She moved them up and down as she sucked the head of my cock. Oh, what a glorious feeling. I never tired of being with her.
It had been seven months since we had begun our illicit affair, and neither of us had regretted a mont of it. We had been true to our word, seeing each other every day. In the beginning, it was all about sex. As ti went by, though, we settled into a nice, romantic relationship. This entailed going out to eat, shopping together, working in her garden, fixing things around the house ... It was more about just spending ti together. Yes, sex was still there, at least once a day, but the romance was above it. Even still, we both greatly looked forward to the sex.
We tried different things, like doggie style, which she did not like, her on her side and behind her, which she seed to enjoy, and she on top, which she also enjoyed, but in the end, her main preference was always missionary, and that was fine with .
"Oh, Grandma, don't stop," I whispered as she continued to titty fuck my cock. Her breasts were so warm and soft. I wanted this feeling to last forever, but, "Oh, shit! Here it cos!"
"Yes!❤" Grandma said just before once again wrapping her lips around the head. She sucked it gently as I spasd wildly, containing great cries of pleasure as I did so.
"Oh, fuck!" I whispered. "You get better every ti you do that." Then, a noise. Sothing had fallen. A quick look in the direction of the noise showed that it was Dad's aluminum St. Pauli's Girl sign, and next to it stood Suzanne, whose expression was that of a deer in headlights. Grandma and I stared back, probably with the sa looks upon our faces as well. I started to say sothing, "Um ..."
... but Suzanne cut off. "I was sent to tell you they're ready to cut the cake now," and with that, she was off.
"Oh, shit," I said as I helped Grandma up. "We're fucked."
"Maybe not," she said as she fixed her bra and buttoned her blouse. "Let talk to her."
Grandma detoured to the kitchen to allow to enter the backyard first, then she followed behind about thirty seconds later so as not to seem too conspicuous. Mom and Dad called up, and as I looked upon the sea of people before , I locked eyes with Suzanne, who had a look of displeasure on her face. I saw Grandma approach her from behind. Suzanne made to walk off, but Grandma grabbed her by the arm, whispered in her ear, then Suzanne's features softened. I saw her nod, then a small smile ca to her lips. It was only then that I realized that everyone was singing "Happy Birthday To You," so I smiled as pictures were taken, and when applause began to ring out, I cut a huge piece of cake and mushed it in my mouth, which brought a nice round of laughter as well as admonishnt from Mom.
I opened my presents, everything ranging from a bottle of liquor to Falcons tickets to a handheld digital video recorder from Suzanne. "Gee, just think of all the things you can record with that." It was a jab, I know, but I took it in stride. I got about twenty gifts in all, and I appreciated every one of them. Dad went all out with the barbeque: Steaks for everyone. By the ti six o'clock rolled around, everyone was ready to leave, which didn't hurt my feelings any. I still had part two of Grandma's gift to get, providing Suzanne wasn't going to drop the di on us, of course.
Everyone pitched in with the cleaning before taking their leave. Suzanne said she was going to go hang out with so friends. Grandma said she was tired and going ho to bed. I told Mom and Dad I was going to hang out with friends also, and I promised no drinking. I got a shower, got dressed, then I made my way to Grandma's house.
Grandma answered the door as naked as the day she was born. I took her in my arms and kissed her. Well, I kissed her breasts. She lowered her head and gave her lips to . "That blow job you gave earlier was so hot," I told her.
"Co into the bedroom and I'll give you another one❤" she said with a devilish smile. She took my hand and led there. I slipped out of my clothes and lay down. "Close your eyes❤," she told . I did, and she began.
I introduced Grandma to edging blowjobs about a month into our relationship. Like everything else, she persevered at it and continuously got better. Right now, for example, it was like there were two sets of lips on my cock, one set slowly moving upward while another set slowly moved downward. "Oh shit, Grandma. That feels so fucking good." I peeked at her only to find, "Holy shit! Suzanne?" Yes, my own dear, sweet sister was helping my grandmother suck my dick. "What are you doing?" As I asked this, my hands instinctively moved to cover my dick and balls. I looked from Suzanne to Grandma as I awaited an answer.
As Grandma reached out and grabbed a hand, she said, "It's okay, honey. I invited her here." She then moved the hand to my side and began running her lips up and down my cock again.
"It really is okay," Suzanne said as she grabbed my other hand. She moved it to my other side, then she, too began running her lips up and down my cock. I watched in complete and utter fascination as their movents synced, then their tongues danced around the head of my cock. Suzanne's gaze moved up to et Grandma's, then she leaned forward and slid her tongue into Grandma's mouth.
Grandma placed a hand behind Suzanne's head and held her there for several seconds. Suzanne finally pulled back, looked at , and said, "You see, Grandma and I were lovers before I went off to college. She told there was room for us all, and I have to accept that there is." She then returned her lips to Grandma's, guided her down on the bed, taking the dominant position. They embraced one another. Grandma entwined one leg around Suzanne's naked body. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
They kissed so lovingly for several minutes, then Suzanne moved downward to Grandma's mountainous breasts. She took one in each hand, set them upright, then began sucking one thick nipple, then the other. Grandma moaned her pleasure at Suzanne's expertise, sothing I was quite adept at yet had not so much perfected as my sister had. As Suzanne slithered downward, I marveled at the plumpness of her ass. Grandma's was nice, and I'm sure that once upon a ti it was every bit as firm as Suzanne's is now. As much as I enjoyed looking at it, though, my attention was called back to her head, her face, her mouth as it sought its familiar place on Grandma's pussy.
Grandma cried out when Suzanne's tongue found her clit. She writhed in ecstasy as Suzanne did to her what I had been doing to her for these past seven months. It took no ti at all, really. Grandma's legs began to shake, then she scread as an orgasm overtook her.
Suzanne wasted no ti. She moved back up to Grandma's mouth and began kissing her. With her right hand, she inserted her thumb into Grandma's pussy and sloughed it like a jackhamr at full speed while simultaneously diddling her own clit with her left hand. Grandma's moans were impeded by Suzanne's mouth over hers. Even the scream of her orgasm as it entered Suzanne's mouth couldn't be stifled much, but it was to so degree. Of the orgasm itself ... Grandma had never squirted with , yet here she was now, squirting all over her bed spread. I watched as a thick, syrupy splotch of cum dripped out of Suzanne's pussy and onto her hand. I imdiately moved in and licked her hand clean, then I licked inside her pussy as well.
Suzanne turned and moved into a sixty-nine with Grandma. She looked at and said, "Brother,would you like to eat my ass?❤"
"Oh, hell yeah!" I answered as I moved back there. The sight of Grandma feasting on Suzanne's completely bald pussy drove crazy. I bent down and said, "You look so beautiful, Grandma. Thank you for fixing this." She smiled. Her eyes were slits, dreamy. She was enjoying herself just as much as Suzanne and I were. I peeled my sister's ass cheeks apart and imrsed my face into her ass. I gave no quarter, and I asked none in return. I was ruthless. I ate it for all I was worth, doing my damnedest to add to the sensation that would send to over the edge to another orgasm, and soon enough, she had one.
I felt her anus tighten, then bulge, then tighten, then bulge, then I said, "Get ready, Grandma. She's about to have a big one." Grandma opened her mouth and took the entirety of Suzanne's pussy into it and did Lord knows what, and a few seconds later cum was dribbling down the corners of her mouth as Suzanne grunted like so feral beast. Suzanne's pussy was twerking, for lack of a better term, then Grandma's eyes grew large, then, still with a mouthful of her granddaughter's cum, she scread against Suzanne's pussy as she had another orgasm of her own. She shook, shook again, shook a third ti, then collapsed into the bed, Suzanne collapsing on top of her.
"Wow, that was the most aweso thing I have ever witnessed," I said as they caught their breath." Was sex always like this between you two?"
"Yes, pretty much," Grandma replied.
"And to think, it all started with a bet," Suzanne added.
"What bet?" I asked.
"She was convinced that I was too old to be multi-orgasmic," Grandma stated.
"Gladly, she proved wrong," Suzanne said as she pushed back. In tandem, she mounted my cock as Grandma mounted my face. I moaned as her pussy enveloped my dick. She was much tighter than Grandma, and the cum that saturated her pussy was thicker. It was a sensation I wasn't used to, but one I had hoped I could enjoy the remainder of ti she was here. I heard her say, "Lean forward a bit so I can suck your nipples, Grandma." As Grandma did so, her hips repositioned to give better access to her pussy. Suzanne leaned forward a bit, which allowed deeper penetration into her. It was pure bliss.
Both Grandma and Suzanne move slowly, deliberately; their ticulous machinations were designed to give ultimate pleasure to and to themselves. I heard Grandma tell Suzanne, "His sperm tastes quite good. You may want to consider that when he cums."
Suzanne gave an, "Mmmmm❤," as she continued to suck Grandma's nipples while building toward her own orgasm. Grandma was first, though.
She began grinding on my face, so I slid my tongue under her clitoral hood. "Yes1," she whispered, and she ground against my tongue. More and more, harder and harder, then, "Oh, Lord Jesus!" and she convulsed on my face for twenty seconds.
As I licked Grandma's sweet residue from her pussy, I heard Suzanne say, "Oh damn, here it cos." She rode hard and fast, jerking her hips up and down until she drenched my cock in a slathering of her thick, rich cum. As her screams died down, she jumped off , licked her cum off my dick, then polished my cock head pretty damned well for .
"Oh fuck, Suzanne. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop!! Oh, SHIIIIITTTTTT!!" and I busted my nut right in her mouth. She slurped at my cock like she was slurping a lting ice cream cone. I writhed as she sucked my overly sensitive head, then I convulsed at five-second intervals as the sensation slowly passed. Out of breath, I lay there with a huge smile on my face. "Oh, wow. That was fucking aweso, you two. The best sex I've ever had."
"And we can do this every day until I go back to school," Suzanne said with a smile.
"Can we, Grandma?" I asked for confirmation.
Grandma leaned over and kissed Suzanne, then she bent over and kissed . "Who am I to say no to my grandkids?❤"
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