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Grandma & Me

By: Camilio



Over the summer time I would occasionally visit my grandmother for weekends, sometimes a week at a time. I love my grandma, and she loves me. She was about 58, and still very great looking. She always did light workouts to keep in shape, and she has a nice body. Her tits are very large for her age - not saggy, but firm. She was a very attractive lady for her age.

It was late June. I talked to mom and she said I should viist. My grandmother was a very lonely woman, because her husband passed away a few years back. So she was alone. So I would go down there, help her with the house, go jog with her, etc. We would go out to eat every night and get ice cream, just letting her know that I still cared about her. This visit wasn't going to be a long one.

I left around 4 p.m., and arrived at her house around 8 p.m.(she lives 350 miles or so away). I knocked on the door, and she answered, surprised to see me. "Ohhh how are you doing!?!?" she greeted me with a hug, and a kiss on the check. I returned it.

I came in and set my things on the ground and sat on the couch. She was busy in her room with something. She came out about two minutes later, she was very excited to see me. She threw me the remote and told me to turn the tube on and watch whatever, order some movies. We sat around and watching some movies for a while, and then she said, "You want to go for a run?" I concurred.

I slipped into some shorts, and a tank top and waited for her to finish. She wore tight spandex, with a small, tight shirt, exposing her huge firm tits. This was exciting me, but I thought, "It's my grandma, dude!" I had never though of her in a sexual way, but I'm older now, and I'm getting excited.

I shook this off and out the door we went. We had small talk while we jogged, waved at the neighbors etc. We stopped at a small sidewalk shop for a drink. We talked a bit there about how life was going. I couldn't stop staring at her beautiful tits. She had a decent sized ass, it was kind of large, but I could understand. It was still nice and round. I liked it. She has a beautiful face for her age, hardly any wrinkles - she should have more for her age. She seemed to almost be in her prime.

We jogged back to the house, and we had broken a pretty good sweat so I decided to take a shower. As I hopped in, I washed my usual self, I kept seeing visions of my grandmother in my head, so, I decided to jerk off. As I was stroking it, I heard the door crack then a voice, "Honey? I noticed there weren't any towels, so I brought you some."

My prick was all 9 inches and hard as hell. I slid the curtain open and said, "Thanks, grandma." She still stood there staring at me, in her towel. She was getting ready for her shower in the other bathroom.

All of the sudden..."Can I shower with you?"

I about shot my spunk right there. I sat and though for a minute, staring at her. "..y...ye..yes if you'd like."

She dropped her towel, and oh my god the best body I've ever seen. Her belly was very firm, along with her tits, and legs. She was beautiful. Nice tan lines around her ass, pussy, and tits. Her pussy was slightly shaven, it was a beautiful sight.

She pulled the curtain aside, and noticed my huge hard on. She looked and said, "Excited??" She hoped in. I grabbed the soap, she washed my body, up and down, she focused on my cock a lot, stroking it in small movements, teasing me. I had my hand on her shoulder. She started to suck on my fingers. I grabbed her chin and brought her to my level. I took the soap, and washed her tits madly, sucked them and licked them too. I went to her pussy, I flicked her clit with my tongue. She let out soft moans, I knew she liked it. So I kept going.

"Ohh baby don't stop! I'm cumming!" She did cum - I tasted her juices in my mouth, it was wonderful. I turned the shower off and carried her out. We dried each other off. "Fuck the towels!" I said. "Let's get this on."

I picked her up and carried her to her bed where she pulled me on top of her. Our mouths met as we kissed violently. She rolled me over, and licked down my stomach to my pubes. She slowly slid my cock into her mouth. I could see her saliva glistening on my cock. She bobbed her head up and down. My balls started to swell, I could feel that I was going to cum. I let out a soft moan and she stoped, squeezing the head of my cock to ease me down.

She slowly climbed on to me. "Fuck me, fuck me rotten!" She slipped my cock, deep into her 58 year old pussy. It was the best feeling in the world. She pumped up and down on my cock and I watched it enter my grandma. I couldn't believe this was happening, it all happened so fast. She was going faster and faster, I watched her tits bounce up and down, I grabbed them and they were so nice I couldn't stop. I grabbed her, and rolled her over, sat her up on all fours and stuck my cock deep into her pussy, I put my stomach on her back and fucked her doggy style.

"Oh god grandma, this is fuckin great, oh jesus..that feels great!" I reached around and grabbed her tits. I could hear her moaning, she was cumming the whole time. "Ohhhh fuckkk oh grandma I'm gonna come!" I screamed.

"OH BABY CUM ON MY TITS CUM ON MY TITS!" I pulled out and rolled her over, and my balls exploded as my hot, white sticky wad splashed on her giant tits. I still had more so I blew on her face, I watched my spunk spray my grandmothers mouth, she swallowed all she could. I collapsed in her arms, she silently whispered in my ear, "Wait for tomorrow!" as I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to her sucking my prick! I couldn't believe this. She was sticking it in between her tits, I was fucking her tits wildly. She rolled me over, and I stuck my prick deep in her pussy. We fucked missionary position. I pumped my cock deep in her love canal, and I watched her tits go up and down. This got me hotter, and the look on her face was even better. She screamed as she orgasmed. I could feel my balls begin to swell.

"Oh grandma, here I cum, I'm fucking cumming!!" I sprayed my jism into her love canal, splashing the walls of her pussy. I came for at least a minute, letting my load deep into her womb. She shuttered with pleasure.

I bent down and kissed her madly, she said "Next visit, we'll continue this."

To Be Continued...

Grandma and Me



My name is John. I came from a broken home. My mother was an addict who went to jail for drug smuggling. My father is someone I never knew. So my single grandma took me in and raised me from an early age. She made me her child and proceeded to make me a man. I'm 29 years old now so that means I've been fucking her for a long time. Almost as long as I can remember. 

Grandma is the kind of sweet woman who can serve you a nourishing dinner as she gives you sage, motherly advice about almost anything and then turn around and sexily beg you to ram your cock up her fat ass. "Fuck me," she whispers with a sly smile that signals my cock to perform. 

For years all I've ever wanted was my grandmother's meaty maw of a hole to plunge my constantly throbbing cock into. I love the feel, the smell and the taste of it. It taste like Home. Her large soft breasts comforts me like two pillows; And she goes wild at having her nipples licked, squeezed and sucked. So do I.

She is my Mommy's mommy and my lover. At age 62 she is a fine specimen of a woman. She acts and dresses young and sexy and is very active. She was born in Arkansas where fucking your youngins was commonplace. But she was of the baby-boomer generation that believed in Free Love and Make Love Not War. 

Sex was her drug of choice. She was addicted to it. That made her very popular and she was able to capitalize upon her good looks and innate intelligence to parlay her desires into wealth, if not fame. Admittedly not all of her endeavors were legal. So my mom was not the only one to see the inside of a jail cell.

Grandma always felt like she failed my mom; that she didn't show her enough love. She has ruminated that she should have put her on a tighter leash and been more hands-on. Instead, she was a free-wheeling party girl who dragged my mom into the lifestyle. When I came into her life she was determined to correct her errors. 

Grandma understood sex and taught me to understand it too. It's normal and natural to want to kiss, lick, suck and fuck; especially those you love. Who knows you better than those who spend most of their time with you; caring for you? A man is a man and a woman is a woman, she said. And we all need to be touched. Whether it be a simple hug or some hardcore fucking, that's for two people to decide. 

"Do you love me, baby" she asked casually as she stuffed her nipple into my mouth.

I murmured, "Yes," as my face sunk into the fleshy goodness of her tits. "Then when granny gets horny she wants you to touch her all over and make her feel better. Okay, baby?"

"Yes, ma'am," I answered. Grandma's nipples were a particular delight to me. They stood out even when she wasn't stimulated. They were dark and thick with a slight mushroom shape. Her areolas were also dark and wide with edges that revealed goosebumps when she was sexually stimulated. I loved the feel of her nipples between my lips as I sucked gently, releasing them and quickly flicking my tongue around them, as well as licking around the rim of Grandma's areolas. She fucking loved that!

Grandma's favorite sex position was 69. Sucking my cock was second only to fucking on her list of activities. For me, I got buried in the world of Grandma's fat cunt and wide ass. The warm wet aromas wafting from between her legs always engulf my senses and connect to a very primal part of my brain. I become all instinct and attack my granny's genitals with wanton gusto. 

She tells me and shows me what she likes and how she likes it and tells me to do the same with her. Our communication is good. However, we are at a point where only our grunts and sighs and moans are all the verbal communication we need. 

Over the years, the more Grandma sucked my cock the larger it became. Her mouth was like a penis pump only far, far better! My cock now swings at 9 1/2 inches. Even I was amazed when certain friends revealed their cocks to be from 4 inches to 7 inches in length at erection. I liked to test its length with Grandma by seeing how far I could push it up her asshole when we fucked. Sometimes it went all the way but it maked Grandma moan in both pain and pleasure.

Grandma knew that catering to my sexual urges at an early age would keep me obedient and docile. I attended to my school studies without much distraction because my needs were constantly attended to at home. Even when cute schoolgirls would totally turn me on with their short skirts and budding breasts, grandma would dress up as a schoolgirl (or teacher or nurse or whatever) and tease my stiff cock until I almost lost my mind and had to almost rape her. . Over the years I have, in fact, had sex with other girls. I totally rocked their worlds. Afterward they all want to marry me but I'm already married to my grandma--semi-officially. I signed up over the internet as a minister in an online church where I became legally able to marry couples. So I married my Grandma in a private ceremony at home. Then I fucked her for the entire night and all into the next day. Every time she stared at the diamond wedding ring I gave her she would seize up and cum all over my hard cock. It felt so good to make my Grandma cum again and again and again. I can't remember how many times I came in her but by the end her pussy was overflowing with cum.

The next day we celebrated further by going out on a romantic date. At each place we visited we found somewhere to suck or fuck. At dinner in a fancy restaurant I had my foot massaging her soft wet cunt under the table. While strolling around town, a few times she would pull me into an establishment's empty bathroom in order to have me pump a fresh load of my cum into her mouth, pussy or ass.

We live a sweet life. Even at age 62 Grandma looks twenty years younger. "60 is the new 40," she says with a grin. She has the lithe body of a much younger woman and the energy to match. She weighs 144 lbs. There is very little sag in her skin, although her 38-D breasts are not as pointy as they used to be. But she knows how to turn me on and make me fuck her and that's all that matters. We kiss a lot. Our tongues are always snaking into each other's mouths. It's another way that we fuck in public. I stab my tongue down her throat the way I want to slam my cock up her pussy or ass. That turned her on so much that she grabbed my hand and guided it to masturbate her under her dress or skirt. 

I learned that when sex becomes so easy to acquire (merely on a whim) it can get easy to take it for granted. But grandma doesn't let it become boring for either of us. She's an uninhibited freak who's game to try almost anything that doesn't involve pain. Her motto has always been: If it feels good, do it! That includes swinging. 

A couple of years ago, after several long conversations, Grandma took me to a swingers convention and watched me fuck several willing strangers while she did the same. We always kept our eye on each other as we copulated with others. Then we fucked each other as others watched us. Because of the family resemblance I'm sure many there guessed we were related in some way. That seemed to turn on a lot of the guests who freely masturbated around us in a crowd. One woman accidentally squirted on my back as she came suddenly. Grandma's moans were loud and insistent and my grunts were measured as I was determined to make us cum together. 

The loud squishing from Grandma's cunt was intrusive and nasty in a sexy way. It hardened my cock and made me fuck her like an animal-- not the normal romantic way we usually engaged in. We went through a bunch of sex positions until at one point Grandma was on top of me in a reverse cowgirl position with her legs spread wide, taking my cock repeatedly and bouncing down on it. After awhile she had other hands on her body, caressing her breasts, arms, legs and belly. Soon I felt her cunt tighten and her breath quicken. Another orgasm was imminent for both of us. So I moved myself to her rhythms. I concentrated on her moans, the feel of her pussy, and the length of my cock going in and out of it like a slow-speed jackhammer.

Then I began to talk dirty.

"Aw, fuck, you're a hot old bitch! You like that cock? You like fucking my big cock, bitch? That's a big fat cock up your cunt, ain't it? You feel that? Pound it, bitch! Pound that cock like the whore you are! Ahhh, you're such a fuckin' cockhound! You want more and more of this cock in your cunt, don't you? Don't lie. You know you do. Now all these people know it too. They all know you're a cock-fucking whore like I do. You're the kind of whore who will die if she doesn't feel a cock ramming hard up her cunt, right, bitch?"

"(Gasp!) Yes. baby! Fuck me!! Fuck my pussy hard!!! I'm your cock-loving whore!!! And I always will be!!!"

At that point the room shook with a bloodcurdling cry of orgasm emanating from the throat of my grandma as she came harder than she ever had before (and that is really saying something)! The combination of having incestuous sex in front of strangers while enduring sexual insults combined with the friction in her pussy was too much for her to take and her body and soul exploded. 

The wails from her mouth were so loud it brought others into the room to see. And for the first time she squirted all over. I kept ramming my meat into her intensely spasming vagina to prolong her orgasm. Then I gave in and shot my hot cream up into her womb. My hips bucked up against hers and we grinded them roughly together. We kept grinding and grinding in an effort to extract every drop of cum we had in our bodies. Then we collapsed in a heap with Grandma's sweaty body on top of mine. We are now invited to attend Swinger's conventions every year.

My grandma's kisses are sweet and so is her tongue. But her mouth is spent mostly wrapped around my cock. She is an expert at making me empty my nutsack into her belly several times a day. It begins in the morning 'til around noon. Then later in the evening and, of course, at bedtime. The rest of the time my cock is either in her pussy or up her asshole running its full length back and forth.

It's lucky Grandma is too old to have any more children, otherwise we would be overrun with brats. But I loved to fill up her womb with my seed irregardless. She loved it too. When we fucked we talked about making babies and how good it was to cum right into her cunt without a condom as many times as I wanted. Grandma told me she loved the feeling of my cock hardening even more, stretching out, and pumping cum into her pussy. It sent her over the edge to have my meat come alive inside her and spit out its fluid into her innards. She dreamed about become impregnated with my baby. She says that singular feeling is what makes her fuck so much. Being invaded by a live object and being subject to its whim is almost like a beautiful rape experience, if such a thing can be imagined. 

One day Grandma caught me in the bathroom masturbating to orgasm and she became quite angry. She even began to sob. I was extremely disturbed that I had somehow hurt the woman I loved. Grandma made me promise to never masturbate again whenever she was around. I was to use my cock in her mouth or pussy or ass whenever I needed relief--no matter how many times a day or night I needed it. If that meant spending all day long with my dick in my grandma then so be it, she said sternly. Right then I grabbed Grandma and fucked her long and deep and hard on the cold floor of the bathroom, pumping two loads into her. She didn't complain. Not until after we both came like whores in a puddle of sweat and cum.

Don't you wish you had a grandma like mine?



Grandma and Me Ch. 01



I was nearly twenty one and there were no humans included in this story under the age of twenty one except the two babies that were born during the writing of the story.

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It was Friday afternoon and daddy was out of state until late on Saturday evening. I probably wouldn't see him until Sunday morning. My brother and sister were staying with neighbor friends all weekend too, so I had the house to myself with Agnes, my maternal grandmother. She was sixty four and she had come to live with us while my mother was still alive. After mother passed away, daddy agreed to let Agnes remain with our family under one condition. That condition was she not get intoxicated. We had seen enough of that when her daughter was living.

I think another reason daddy said it was alright for Agnes to stay with us was that he was being given a monthly subsidy by grandma's four brothers so they knew where she was and that she was being taken care of. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them because there was more going on than they would ever know. There might have also been one more reason and that was that I think daddy was fucking the old bitch. I had caught her more than once coming upstairs very early in the mornings right after daddy had headed for the office. She was always dressed in a waltz length nightgown wearing lovely full fashioned stockings. I presume she was also wearing a garter girdle or garter belt to keep her stockings up.I never knew whether she was wearing panties or Directoire Knickers under her gown. I couldn't see an outline under her gown so I never really knew. When she got to the top of the stairs she just went right into the bathroom which was the first thing you came to. A couple of times I just stood outside the bathroom door and listened for the sound of her piss hitting the water in the stool. I was never disappointed.

When I came in the house about three o'clock I saw grandma sitting in her easy chair. She hadn't gotten dressed during the day and was still in her very sheer light blue nightgown. I could clearly see through it since she hadn't bothered putting a dress on. She wore a black cut out bra which enabled her very long nipples to protrude out the front of it. She was also wearing her black open bottom garter girdle with eight long straps that were holding up sheer black nylon stockings that were high up on her thighs. In addition she had put on her sheerest black nylon Directoire Knickers that came down her thigh to cover the tops of her stockings. She was also wearing one inch leather heeled shoes.

As I came into the house, she made an effort to get out of the chair but couldn't stand up. I said "Hello. How are you doing today?" She gave me a quizzical look like 'what are you talking about' and then sat back down. It was then I could see she had violated the one rule she was to abide by and that was to not get drunk.

Agnes mumbled "I gotta pee or I'm going to pee in the chair." I said "I'll help you get to the chamber pot but we're going to take those fucking knickers off of you first. Then if you start pissing on the way, you won't get them all wet. Do you understand Agnes?"

Agnes nodded her head "Yes" and I moved over in front of her and helped her stand up. I pulled up her nightgown and told her to hold it while I grabbed the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her ankles. However, before I pulled them down I put my hand in the crotch of them and, as I suspected, found they were saturated. I told her to step out of her shoes and as she did so I deftly pulled her knickers off of her feet and kept them in my hand. She put her shoes back on and I gently guided her into the stairway where the chamber pot was sitting and I helped her sit down on it.

To say she had to piss would be an understatement. She no sooner sat down with her legs spread wide open then I heard the all too familiar hissing sound followed by the splashing of her piss going into the pot. As I stood in front of her she looked at me as if wondering what was going on. I couldn't imagine where she had gotten her beer or whiskey because we had ours locked up and she had no key and every bar and liquor store in our small town had been told they were not sell her any. After about two minutes I could hear the stream begin to subside and then she was finished. There was no tissue so she simply left her gray haired cunt all wet and I helped her to get up again. As she did so she continued dribbling pee and it ran out of her cunt and down her thighs getting the tops of her stockings wet. She didn't even know she was still pissing she was so drunk. I wondered what had happened to all the pubic hair on her belly since she didn't show any until I saw it at the cleft of her slit. Someone must be shaving her belly I concluded.

I thought this was the perfect time to get her up to her bedroom so I turned her so she was facing the steps and proceeded to lead her up to her bedroom. As we went up the steps I noticed for the first time that the crotch of her knickers had several of her gray pubic hairs stuck to it. I wondered if she had leaked pee in the crotch and then as I looked at the crotch I saw it wasn't pee at all but remnants of someone's semen. In spite of her being fucking drunk, the seams on her black nylons were nice and straight and they had no runners in them. She was still dribbling piss as she climbed the stairs. I finally got her to the top and since we were facing the bathroom, I just guided her into it and sat her down on the toilet. As I did so, I could still hear the tinkling sound of her pee hitting the water in the stool. She must not have even known she had not finished pissing.

I unhooked her stockings from her garters and peeled them down her legs. For the first time I noticed she had apparently not shaved her legs for quite some time as there was massive gray hair on her thighs and legs clear to her ankles. I got her stockings off her legs and hung them on a towel bar. I was curious about the hair on her pits so I raised one arm up over her head and sure enough, there was a lush growth of pit hair too. Obviously if she was fucking daddy, then daddy had told her to stop shaving her legs and pits. I took a washcloth and rinsed it in hot water and put soap on it. "Agnes, I said, spread your legs so I can wash your wet piss smelling cunt." She spread and I began washing her cunt, lathering it up pretty good. I noticed she had no pubic hair on her belly until you got to the cleft of her cunt lips. Then there was a forest of gray hair. Obviously someone, namely daddy, was shaving her belly but not her cunt.

I rinsed out the washcloth and rinsed off her cunt, then dried her with a towel. "Now, let's get you into your bedroom and into bed." I said.

"You have been very naughty and I should tell daddy about it, but if you are good to me this weekend I won't say anything to him about this. Do you understand?"

Agnes mumbled a "Yes" and nodded her head. I told her she needed a nap but I wanted to know where the booze had come from.

"Well Frank came, uh Frank came over today, and he had a little bottle and we had a few drinks out of it." she said. Frank was my deceased mothers beer drinking lover. She loved him because of his long uncut cock and the fact that he drank beer with her. I couldn't believe that Agnes was sucking or fucking Frank, but if he brought booze to her she would do about anything for it.

"So Frank missed not being able to stop by and have Margaret here to service him, is that it?" I asked. "He thought if he brought along a bottle of whiskey he could probably get you to fuck him, is that correct?" I asked. "So did you fuck him this afternoon?" I asked.

"No. I took his uncut prick in my mouth and sucked him till he got hard, then I pulled his foreskin back and sucked his cock until he shot his semen in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, then I took another shot of whiskey and swallowed the rest of it," she said.

"Then, how did all this semen get inside the crotch of your knickers?" I asked. I showed her the damp spot in the crotch and I thought she was going to cry.

"Frank wanted to get me drunk and then he was going to shove his big fucking cock inside my pussy. I let him know I would suck his cock and he could shoot all over me, but I couldn't fuck him. So, he shot his load on my face and in my mouth and I wiped my face off with my knickers. I guess I must have used the crotch to wipe my face with." Agnes said.

I put Agnes into bed leaving her girdle and bra on her and covered her up. I told her I would begin dinner and would come back up and get in bed with her. I wanted to nurse on her teats. Her teats had very long nipples and they were easy to latch on to. Her nipples just seemed to flow out of the bottom of her teats rather than being centered on her teats as most women's are. It's like the way some women's teats seem to not hang down, but fall down and their nipples appear to be at the bottom of their teat. That's the way Agnes's teats were.

I went downstairs to begin dinner and when I had gotten everything prepared I thought I would take a look in daddy's bedroom. I saw a steamer trunk on the floor next to the wall. It was closed and the hasp was locked, but it didn't have a padlock over the hasp. I wondered what might be inside it. Then I caught myself looking at the ceiling and saw an eye hook screwed into the plaster. "What the hell's going on?" I asked myself. "Why would he have an eye hook in the ceiling with nothing to fasten to it?" Maybe Agnes could shed some light on it, so I would ask her when she woke up.

I went back upstairs and looked in on Agnes. She was snoring quietly, so I decided I would get into my lingerie and get in bed with her. She hadn't ever seen me in my lingerie, but I am sure she knew I had some. When mother was living, she always made a comment about "my things" to Frank. I think mother had wished I was a girl so she could put me in all sorts of nice feminine things.

Unfortunately for her, I was born with a cock and not a cunt.

I got out of my clothes and slipped my black garter belt on. I carefully rolled my black Manhattan heel stockings down and pulled them up my legs very carefully so as not to get a run in them. I fastened each stocking to the four garters on each side of the belt and pulled my very sheer black bikinis on. Rather than put a bra on, I just pulled a sheer waltz length nightgown over my head and headed for Agnes's room. My short nightie didn't cover very much and she would see my bikini panties and my cock right away when she saw me.

Agnes didn't even move when I got into bed and I turned toward her and began nursing on her left nipple which was closest to my face. It wasn't but about two minutes until she reached over with her right hand and pulled my head closer to her teat and told me "Keep nursing on my teat darling. I love it when you suckle me." 

I said "Put your hand down along side of me and grab my cock. I want you to play with my cock now. You can pull it out of my panties. You don't have to skin it back yet. Just play with it. I'm going to nurse your teats some more." With that I took her engorged nipple back in my mouth and proceeded to suckle it for a few more minutes.

Agnes rolled over on her back and I told her to spread her legs wide open. When she did I took my hand and found her clit and began to masturbate it. It sprang to life after a couple of minutes and got very long and engorged. I got up on my knees and put my face down in her cunt and took her clit in my mouth and began sucking on it. I didn't expect the reaction I got from her. 

"You big motherfucking grandmother fucker." she screamed. "How did you know that I was hoping you would suck my clit for me? I just love it when someone sucks me off like that. I just had an enormous orgasm and am about to have another. Now don't stop sucking me off."

I continued to suck her for another minute or two, then moved down and found her very large pee hole. I tried to stick my tongue inside it, but I couldn't do it. Suddenly I felt pee hole and began sucking on it. Suddenly a torrent of piss found its way into my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could.

Agnes said "I need that very long uncut prick of yours inside my very wet cunt. I want you to fuck me good and hard with that long cock of yours and then shoot your semen inside my cunt. I need to feel a good hot load of semen inside me today."

I replied that I would fuck her now and I would fuck her again later and she would be drowning in my semen. She thought that would be wonderful so I stuck my hard prick into the opening of her cunt and plowed it clear up to her cervix on the first thrust. It must have caught her up a little short because it took her breath away. Then I eased it back out and thrust it in a second time. I could feel my long foreskin peel back over the head of my cock. I left my cock deep inside her cunt for about a minute feeling her cunt getting wetter as I kept it inside her. I was wiggling it around inside here cunt and keeping the tip of it at her cervix. Agnes ooohed and aaahed about how good it felt and how fat it was getting. I withdrew it again and gave it a good thrust up into her cunt and unleashed a torrent of semen against her cervix, sort of hoping that if she still had a fertile egg inside her I might just impregnate her with my semen.

Agnes cried out "Oh my God. You enormous motherfucker. You just fucked your grandmother and filled her cunt with your semen. You are just a motherfucking grandmother fucker. Your cock is still long and hard inside me and it feels good. When you take it out I want to suck it clean and taste your semen and my juices. I'll need to put my knickers back on so I can catch all the semen dripping out of my cunt."

I slowly pulled my cock, which was dripping semen out of the end of it, out of her sopping wet cunt and straddled her chest. She began sucking me off and cleaning my cock. When she finished she pulled the foreskin back over the head of it and I got out of bed and went over and got her knickers and slipped them over her feet. She raised her butt off the bed and I pulled them up over her ass and up to her waist.

"You need to get some clean stockings on." I informed her. I went to her dresser and found a nice pair of long black stockings and took them over to her. I unfolded one and slipped it onto her foot and gently pulled it up her gray haired leg making sure the seam was straight. I fastened it to the front garter of the girdle she was still wearing. I repeated the process for the second one and told her to stand up on the floor so I could fasten the remaining garters and get her hose nice and tight. Of course, they were very long and came almost right up to her cunt lips. I then pulled the legs of her knickers down so they were covering the tops of her stockings. As she stood there I could immediately see my semen beginning to run out of her cunt and into the crotch of her knickers. I knew she would be saturated within a few minutes and I would need to put a different pair on her.

"Why do you no longer shave your pits or legs?" I asked. "I love looking at your gray haired pits and legs, but you have always shaved."

"Your daddy told me not to shave anymore." she replied. "He wanted to see how hairy I would be so I was simply told not to use the razor anymore. I haven't shaved for about six weeks now."

"That was so good. I needed a good hard fucking today. I hadn't had any cock in my cunt for two days now and I needed some. Your nice long uncut peter was just the tonic for me. I could feel it when your foreskin peeled back when you were thrusting inside me. It felt sooo good to me and I'm going to have your love juice running out of my cunt all night long tonight. For a twenty year old man you certainly know how to use your big uncut prick."

"Who are you getting your cock from on a regular basis?" I asked her.

"Why your daddy, of course. You mean you didn't know he is fucking me almost every night? By the way, what are you doing wearing women's lingerie? I love the way your cock looks inside your sheer bikini panties but I have never seen you wearing anything like that."

"Agnes, I have had this stuff for over three years now with some additions to it. Mommy always wanted me to be a girl so she insisted I have some feminine attire to wear, especially when Frank came over and was fucking her. She liked me to parade around with it on just for him. So now, I'm parading around in it just for you. I'll put my heels on when we go downstairs for dinner. Now, I have to piss. Do you want to hold onto my cock while I piss?"

"Oh that would be just wonderful." she cooed. "I have never held onto a man's cock when he was pissing, so am I going to be able to aim it for you? Yes?"

We went into the bathroom and I lifted the lid of the toilet and Agnes took hold of my cock. "Do you want me to pull your foreskin back darling?" she asked.

"No. Just let the piss go through it like it is now. Perhaps when I finish you might want to give it a little sucking and get all the piss off of it." I said.

I began to piss and Agnes had a great time just moving my cock around so it was hitting the water, then the sides of the toilet, then back to the water again. She could see that I pissed with great force and caused the water to bubble from my peeing so hard. Finally, my flow subsided and she squatted down and took my entire cock in her mouth and began running her tongue around the foreskin. Finally, she pulled the foreskin back and began sucking all the excess pee off my cock, then carefully pulled the foreskin back down so it was covering the entire head again. Then she stood up, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a huge French kiss. I could clearly taste the remnants of my piss on her tongue. She kissed me for a very long time and reached down and grabbed my cock again

"I like your cock very much darling. It is similar to your daddy's but yet different. We'll have to do this more often or perhaps even all three of us. After dinner let me show you something I don't think you know about. Now, can Agnes have just a little cocktail and a cigarette before we eat dinner? I'm thirsty and I'm hungry."

We went downstairs and I fixed us each a martini and we smoked a cigarette before we had dinner.

Dinner was very good and we had coffee and another cigarette after dinner. We cleared the table and Agnes said, "Now I want you to follow me into your daddy's bedroom and I'll show you some things that will knock your eyes out."

"Do you see the steamer trunk" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Well let me open it and show you what is inside. You will be absolutely fascinated by what there is inside it." she said.

She took a small key, turned it in the hasp, opened the hasp, and pulled open the trunk lid.

Inside on the top tray lay a variety of cuffs, small whips, quirts, blindfolds as well as nipple and labial clamps. She removed the tray and in the bottom was a six volt battery with alligator clips attached to some wires as well as a length of rope and a couple of "O" rings.

She moved over to his dresser drawer, pulled it open, and indicated I should look inside. There were sheer nighties, sheer bikini panties, about four or five girdles, some black, some white, and one blue one. Also were several cut out bras plus three or four boxes that contained nylon stockings. I also saw a large dildo that mut have been at least a foot long.

"What is this all about?" I asked. "Does he actually wear this clothing? Does he have high heeled shoes too? When does he wear it?" I asked.

Agnes replied that he wore it almost every night when they were in bed fucking each other. He liked to be dressed in women's lingerie as he was fucking her and he also slept in it most nights.




Grandma and Me Ch. 01



"What does he do with the whips and the quirt?" I asked. "Surely he doesn't beat you with them does he?"

She said "He smacks me around with them, but not real hard. He likes me to hold my cunt lips open and then he takes the quirt and slaps me on the inside of my legs at my cunt lips. Sometimes he even hits my clit with it. If he hits hard it can cause me to get tears in my eyes."

"Why the rope"? I asked.

Agnes said "He cuffs my wrists, then runs the rope through the loop in the cuffs, runs the rope through the eye hook in the ceiling and pulls my arms up over my head so my toes are barely touching the floor. Then he puts the ball gag in my mouth so I can't scream and puts the leg cuffs on and fastens them to the spreader bar which is under the bed. Now my legs are about three feet apart and my cunt is fully exposed and open to him."

"Does he do this every night?" I asked.

"No. Only if he comes home and thinks I have been a bad girl or a naughty lady that day." she replied.

"Then he might spank me good and hard with the quirt and smack my cunt lips with it a few times." she replied.

"Can we do a couple of things tonight?" I asked. "Nothing that will hurt you, but just a couple of things to see how it works. I think I would like to suspend you from the ceiling for a minute of two."

"Get the cuffs, ball gag, and rope out of the trunk." she said. "Fasten the cuffs on my wrists and legs, then put the rope through the "O" ring on the wrist cuffs and hook it on. Now stand on the chair and run the rope through the eye hook in the ceiling and fasten it to the leg of the dresser. Get the spreader bar and fasten the hooks on it to the legs cuffs. Now put the ball gag in my mouth and tighten it in the back of my head. If I have a problem I will wiggle my head sideways. That will be your signal to stop. Understand darling?" Agnes asked.

Having done all of that I gradually pulled on the rope and as her arms went over her head I could again see the lush forest of gray hair under her arms. I pulled till I had her toes just touching the floor. I took the quirt and before I began, I pulled her now soaking wet knickers down to her knees. I could see her crotch was totally soaking wet with my semen that had run out of her cunt since I had fucked her earlier. Having done that, I proceeded to lay a few smacks on her ample ass. She didn't flinch under those blows, so I gave her a few more, a little harder this time. That caused a little toe dance on her part. Finally, I just decided to smack her with it on her cunt lips and cunt. I gave her four or five pretty hard smacks and that caused her to not only do a toe dance but wiggle a little bit showing some discomfort. I then decided to give the long nipples on her teats a few smacks. I know she felt them because she moaned a bit after I was done.

Next I thought I would give the alligator clips and battery a test. As I took the battery out of the trunk I looked at Agnes and I could see fear in her eyes. I asked her if she was afraid of this and she nodded "yes" with her head. I asked her if daddy used this on her and again she nodded in the affirmative. 

"I take it you don't like having him use it on your cunt lips huh?" I asked. She shook her head "no". I asked if it hurt too badly and she shook her head "yes". "Well, I won't leave the current on but a couple of seconds." I said. I hooked the clamps to her cunt lips and the alligator clips to the clamps and turned on the rheostat switch of the battery. Slowly I turned the current up until I saw her eyes widen in fear.

"Am I hurting you too much?" I asked. She shook her head "no", so I upped it a little more. She started shaking and again I asked if I was hurting her. Again the response was a shake of the head "no". Finally I turned the switch up about half way and she nodded her head for me to stop. I shut it off and quickly unhooked the clips and clamps from her cunt lips. I removed the ball gag from her mouth and she said "Oh it feels good a little bit, then it begins to hurt. I like having it done once in awhile, but I'm always afraid when your daddy does it he will forget and turn it up to the maximum and leave it on. I couldn't take that. Darling, now I have to piss so unfasten the rope and get the spreader bar off me unless you want to hold the chamber pot while I piss otherwise I want to go out on the side porch and piss."

I unhooked the rope, took her legs cuffs off, and pulled her already soaking wet knickers back up to her waist. "I'll let you go out on the porch if you will piss on me." I told her. She agreed, so we headed to the side porch and I squatted down in front of Agnes and she let loose a mighty stream of golden pee. It hit my chest and was very hot. She finished in a couple of minutes and stood there with her cunt wide open. That was my invitation to crawl up and clean her cunt of my my semen and her piss. I did that and she stood up and said "It is time for us to go upstairs and for you to give me another good fuck. Then we need to get some sleep."

We went upstairs and stopped in the bathroom so I could douche her cunt. I filled the bulb with very warm water and she sat on the front of the toilet and pulled down her knickers while I inserted the nozzle into her cunt. I gently squeezed the bulb and almost immediately the water and strings of my semen came dribbling out of her cunt and falling into the toilet bowl. She sat back on the stool and I could hear the rest of the water dripping into the toilet. I filled the bulb a second time with even warmer water and gave her another squirt. She hollered a little this time about the water being too warm, but she let it all run into the toilet bowl. I had her stand up and I wiped her pussy nice and dry with a huge towel then headed her toward the bedroom.

"I want to nurse on you again." I said. "Then I will give you another good fucking and we get some sleep for awhile. So let's take these very wet, soggy knickers off of you and when we finish I'll put a fresh,clean pair on you to sleep in tonight. Then I am going to suckle you till I fall asleep with your teat in my mouth." I said. I removed her wet, wet knickers as well as my very wet clothing and we proceeded to get in bed.

She wanted to ride my cock for awhile and I agreed. She lifted herself up over me and since my cock was already standing straight our from my body, she just sat down on it, impaling herself on it. She rode it up and down for about five minutes and then sat down on it and sat very still. I could feel the tip of my cock going into something nice and firm. I guessed it might have been her cervix. Agnes just wiggled and squirmed around for a couple of minutes then got very, very wet inside her cunt. I presumed she had given herself a massive climax because she had that look of wonderment in her eyes. "Darling, I want you to stay underneath me but I want you to fuck me good and hard with that long rampant cock of yours. Just shoot your load of semen inside me and then rest, because I want it to start leaking down the sides of my cunt and out of my pussy while I am still sitting on you."

I started bucking up and down inside her cunt and came about sixty seconds later, a massive climax. I knew had filled her cunt up quite well with semen. She sat quietly and straddled my body. I could begin to feel the semen slowly finding its way down the walls of her cunt and suddenly knew it was leaking out around the base of my cock. Agnes just sat there savoring the moment. 

Quite suddenly I began to get even wetter and I could see the look of contentment on Agnes's face. She was dribbling pee on me and thoroughly enjoying doing it. I felt the warmth of it and then quite suddenly she stopped. She stuck her chest toward me and offered me one of her lovely nipples still encased in her cut out bra. I took it in my mouth and suckled it for a minute or so, then she offered me the other one and I did the same thing. My cock was beginning to shrivel up inside her cunt and as she realized this, she began to disengage herself from me.

I got off the bed with my cock still dripping semen from the tip of it and got her a very sheer white pair of Directoire Knickers. I took to them to the bed and slipped them over her ankles and pulled them up as far as I could get them. She raised her butt of the bed and finished pulling them up to her waist with the bottom part covering her stocking tops quite nicely. I knew she would have the crotch saturated in a few minutes. I got back into bed with her and she gave me another French kiss and said "You were a great fuck. You did just what I wanted you to do. Now we need to get some rest and we will fuck again in the morning. I will want all of that wonderfully long cock of yours back inside me in the morning. I don't fuck too badly for being a sixty four year old grandma do I?"

"No. You fuck very well. Now I want to nurse your teats and fall asleep suckling. But let me feel the crotch of your knickers first to see if they are wet." I said. I felt the crotch and it was saturated with my semen. I knew it would pretty much dry by morning and would leave the crotch nice and stiff. Agnes would need a clean pair for Sunday. With that she pulled me to her teat and I began nursing. I soon fell asleep.

I must have woke up around four o'clock and really had to piss. Agnes wasn't in bed so I went to the bathroom. She was pissing and it sounded like she really had needed to go badly. Her sheer white knickers were down around her ankles and I bent down and took them off of her legs. Then I stood in front of her and aimed my cock between her legs and began pissing. She didn't move and when I was done she lovingly took hold of my nuts and fondled them, then put my cock back in her mouth and began sucking on it. She massaged my nuts as she was sucking and I got erect very quickly. I asked her "Agnes do want my love juice in your mouth or your cunt?"

She replied "I want you to shoot it in my mouth so I can swallow it dear." I let go with an enormous load and she took it all in her mouth. In fact, some of it ran out of her mouth and down along the sides of it. She took her fingers and put it back in her mouth and said "That was quite a load. I didn't expect that much from you after all the fucking we did yesterday. Now why don't you get down on your knees and let me slide up on the toilet and you can eat my pussy some more, especially nibbling on my clit and getting it engorged and making me have an orgasm."

I opened her cunt lips and found her already large clit and began sucking on it. She began bucking and humping and then exploded in a huge climax, pulling my face into her cunt as far as she could. I continued sucking on her clit and she quickly had a second orgasm. I then moved down and began sucking on her big pee hole and was quickly finding my mouth engulfed by some pee dribbles.

"Agnes, we have to get back and get a little more rest." I said. "Daddy will be coming home today and we need to have the house in order." She agreed and after I washed her cunt with some soap and warm water and dried her off, we went back to bed and got some more sleep.

We got up about eight o'clock, had breakfast, and straightened the house up. I suggested we shower together so we could play with each other some more and Agnes agreed. I undressed her, taking care to not cause her stockings to run as I peeled them down her hairy legs. She pulled down her girdle and I unfastened her cut out bra and let her ample teats fall down on her chest. I unhooked my stockings and pulled them down my legs, unhooked my garter belt and let it fall to the floor, and pulled my nightie over my head and dropped it on the floor.

"I have to pee again." she said. I told her to just hold it a minute and she could pee on me in the shower.

We got in the shower and I laid down on the floor and Agnes stood over me and spread her legs wide apart and the pee flowed freely. It was amazing what a strong stream she had. I sat up a little bit and let it hit my face sticking my tongue out to see how salty it was. Suddenly, she was finished and I stood up and turned the water to the shower on. We soaped each other with me paying particular attention to washing her legs, armpits, and hairy cunt. Agnes focused on my cock and nuts, with her peeling the foreskin back to wash the head of my cock so it was nice and clean. We got out of the shower and dried each other off. I got some clean clothing out of her dresser for her to put on including another cut out bra, girdle, and stockings.

She said she didn't think it would be a good idea for me to be wearing lingerie when daddy got home that afternoon. I agreed and went into my bedroom and got dressed in some of my regular clothing. I unlocked my dresser drawer that had my bottle of VO in it, found two shot glasses, and went back to Agnes's room. I told her since she had been so good since I found her drunk on Friday, I was going to let her have a couple of shots of whiskey. I poured us each one, we toasted each other, and slugged it down. I gave her another and poured myself one too. We toasted each other again and this time we both sipped it slowly. I informed her because she had been so good to me I wouldn't tell daddy that she had gotten drunk. She kissed me and thanked me profusely. I just told her we were going to be fucking each other regularly from then on.

I took the VO back to my room along with the glasses which I had rinsed out and locked them back in the drawer. We went downstairs and waited for daddy to arrive home. Agnes knew she would have to fuck him that night, so she was prepared for that. She also thought she would tell him about my lingerie and letting me know what was in the trunk. She seemed to think she could handle him alright, so I agreed with her thinking.

I decided I needed to be out of the house when he arrived home, so I told Agnes I was going to do some grocery shopping for some things and would be back shortly.

I saw daddy's car in the driveway when I got home, so I decided to go in the side door off the kitchen with the groceries. I put things away and started out through the dining room when I heard "Thwack, Thwack" and Agnes hollering "Daddy don't hit me again. I'll be good. I wasn't naughty." Then I heard "Thwack, Thwack" again, and again Agnes screamed.

I heard daddy shout at her "You damned motherfucking whore bitch. I go out of town on business for a couple of days and come back and find three pairs of your fucking Directoire Knickers in the clothes hamper and have dried semen all over the crotch of them. What do you mean you weren't fucking Frank? How would you get three pairs so fucked up in two days time?" I heard him smack her again and again she screamed out that she'd be good.

I looked into the bedroom through the packet doors which were open and saw Agnes with wrist cuffs on and the rope fastened to the "O" ring with the rope pulled through the eye hook in the ceiling. Daddy had the rope pulled just tight enough that Agnes was up on her toes in her stocking feet. That was all she was wearing and they were up to her cunt and held up by roll garters. Her ankles were also cuffed and her legs were held apart by the spreader bar. When I looked into the bedroom he had just smacked her cunt with the crop and again she screamed.

Daddy must have changed clothes quickly when he came home because he was wearing a black garter girdle with eight straps, sheer black full fashioned stockings, a black cut out bra, and two inch sling back pumps. When he swung at her I could see his semi erect uncut cock swaying back and forth because he wasn't wearing any bikinis or panties.

I spoke up and said "Daddy, she didn't fuck Frank. She fucked me. I fucked her. Frank had come over on Friday afternoon and wanted to fuck her and she told him she couldn't do that. So he made her suck him off instead. When he shot his load of semen it hit her face and she wiped it off with the crotch of her knickers. The other two pair got semen in them because of me. Don't beat her so hard. She is telling you the truth."

He looked at me and said "Well, I at least know the truth now." With that I heard a familiar hissing sound and suddenly Agnes began pissing. It ran down both of her thighs and then the stream began to fall directly on the floor. Daddy hit her cunt again with the crop and told her to stop pissing. She couldn't stop and it just kept coming down onto the floor. Her stockings were soaked and there was a huge puddle on the floor when she finally got finished.

"Get a towel and wipe her cunt and legs and then mop up the floor. I'll unfasten the rope and let her down. I think she probably needs another good fucking." I could tell by the looks of his cock, standing straight out in front of him and curved like a scimitar that he was ready to impale her on his cock. 

"Please master daddy, give me your long fucking uncut cock. I need that cock inside my cunt and a load of your hot semen inside me. I'd really like for you to try and breed me. Even at sixty four I think I could have another baby and I would be a good mother."

"Oh I'm going to fuck you Agnes but I don't want to breed you. Your daughter and my wife was a testimonial to how good a mother you could be. She was a fucking alcoholic and a fucking whore and couldn't keep away from uncut cocks. So, I'll give you a good fucking, but no thanks to breeding you." With that he crouched in front of her wide open cunt and slammed his erect, long cock completely inside her cunt. I heard the breath go out of her and she squirmed a little bit, but then wrapped her wet stocking clad legs around his back and kept his cock impaled inside her. It took him less than two minutes before he arched his back and stiffened up and unleashed his load of hot semen inside her cunt. Agnes just squealed and hollered about how good it felt and told him to keep it up in her cervix.

Daddy said to me "Go and get a fresh pair of sheer knickers for her to wear after I pull out. I want her fucking cunt leaking my semen into the crotch of them.". I went upstairs and got a pair of very sheer black knickers out of her dresser and took them downstairs. Daddy was just pulling his shriveled up cock out of her and stuck it in Agnes's face so she could clean it off. She stuck it in her mouth and began sucking the semen and her juices off of it. I opened her knickers up and slipped them on over her ankles and began sliding them up her wet stocking covered legs. As I looked at her still open cunt I could see daddy's semen already beginning to leak out of her cunt and onto the wet, matted, grey hair. I told Agnes to lift her ass up off the bed so I could pull the knickers up to her waist. She did so and finally she pulled them so the crotch was up tight against her wet cunt. No sooner had she done so then I could see the crotch already getting soaking wet.

"Now, get her upstairs to her room and do what you want with the old fucking whore. I do suggest however, that she and you get some sleep as we might have company tonight for dinner and I don't want you two falling asleep at the table. Now get her out of here."

I guided Agnes up the stairs and as I did so I could see the crotch of her knickers was already saturated with daddy's semen. She needed to get her wet stockings off and really needed a shower, so I told her to just go into the bathroom and we would shower together. I pulled her knickers down to her ankles and she stepped out of them and I rolled her long wet stockings down her legs and pulled them off. I got out of my clothing and was just about to turn the shower on when Agnes said "I have to pee pee again darling. Do you want me to pee all over you?" I nodded in the affirmative and laid down in the shower floor. She straddled me and pulled her lips open a little further and began sending a strong stream of piss down all over me. It was nice and warm and I wanted it to continue forever, but she finished in about a minute or so.




Grandma and Me Ch. 01



I stood up and turned the shower on and we began soaping each other again. I washed her legs and back taking care to wash her ass good, then turned her around so she was facing me. I soaped her cunt hair and pit hair up with a good lather and began washing them intensely. I then soaped her long teats and nipples and played with them for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Agnes began soaping my cock and nuts and playing carefully with them so she wouldn't hurt me. She stroked my cock up and down pulling the foreskin over the helmet to soap my cock head. I think she was trying to get my cock hard again so she could get another mouthful of semen, but I couldn't get it up for her. 

We rinsed off and I turned the water off and got two warm towels. I dried Agnes's back and legs off and told her to spread her legs so I could wipe her cunt. She wiped my belly and cock and then carefully fondled my nuts with the towel. She was careful to pull my long foreskin back and wipe it dry too. Finally finished we headed for her bedroom. She didn't want anything on while she napped so I tucked her in bed, then got in myself and snuggled up to her. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me and told me "Thank you for defending me against daddy. He would never have believed me. You saved me darling. Now I want you to nurse me till you and I both fall asleep."

With that she pulled my face to her left teat and I began nursing her. She ooohed and aaahed as I did so, then quickly quieted down and I knew she was sound asleep. I suckled a little while longer, then decided to get my 'attire' on so daddy could see what I wore. As I walked into the hallway I could hear voices downstairs

Curious, I went downstairs and looked inside daddy's bedroom through the still open packet doors. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw our twenty year old red haired neighbor girl, Barbara, flat on her back in the bed with her legs in the air and daddy with his face completely buried in her red haired cunt.

She had her eyes partially closed and a dreamy look of contentment on her face. All she was wearing were a pair of light brown full fashioned stocking held up by roll garters. Her somewhat generous teats were falling along side her chest with the nice red nipples showing quite prominently.

Daddy was busy eating her cunt out. I could hear him sucking on her clit and as he did so, she wiggled around, obviously having a very good time as he ate her. She opened her eyes a little bit and that was when she saw me. She motioned for me to come in and stand at her face. I quietly entered the bedroom and went to her. She simply grabbed my cock and proceeded to stick it an her mouth and begin nibbling on my foreskin. She cupped my dangling nuts in her hand and began massaging them and I quickly became very erect. She skinned me back and began sucking my cock in earnest. Daddy was still eating away on her clit and playing with her pee hole. As I looked at him I could see the very prominent mass of red pubic hair that began just below her navel and went down into her cunt area.

Suddenly without any warning I just erupted in her mouth. She clamped her mouth closed and sucked the semen right out of my raging hard cock.

I must have given her three or four doses of semen and she just kept sucking on it getting all that she could. That, coupled with daddy sucking her clit again, must have caused her to have another orgasm, because she humped and bumped her hips up and down on the bed, and as she did so, I saw daddy just suck her cunt even harder.

Then, suddenly, it got very quiet and daddy looked up and saw me with my cock still in her mouth. "Did she suck your cock off good?" he asked. "Good enough to make me come in her mouth." I replied.

With that, he got up on his knees and I saw his long cock was already hard again after having just fucked Agnes an hour or so ago. He moved forward and rammed his foreskin covered head into her cunt, causing her to scream out in pain.

"You big motherfucker, you just rammed your cock up into my cervix. Be a little more gentle the next time you ram it up there. I like it in my cervix, but not when it is slammed so hard."

Daddy pulled his cock all the way out of her cunt and slammed it into her again, this time keeping it inside her cunt. He stroked her for a minute or so, then stiffened up, arched his back, and filled her cunt with his seed. She just laid back on the pillow, closed her eyes, and got a look of contentment all over her face.

He told me "I am not letting her wipe her cunt, so go over to the second dresser drawer and get a pair of sheer black bikini panties out of it.

When I take my cock out of her slip them on over her legs and pull them up to her cunt. She can leak into them all night tonight."

I got the panties out of the drawer and pulled them on over her ankles and pulled them up to her ass. She raised up and I slid them up to her cunt. She adjusted them and sat up in bed. She told daddy she needed to clean his cock off too, so he stuck it in her mouth and she cleaned him off as she had done mine.

After cleaning daddy's cock, she announced she needed to piss and badly. Daddy told her to go out on the side porch and we would watch her pee. He informed her she wouldn't be allowed to pull her panties down but would pee right through them.

When she climbed out of bed I was amazed to see her bright red pubic hair an inch or so above the waistband of her bikini panties. She had a forest of hair. It was also very obvious she did not shave her armpits either as she had a very abundant growth of red hair under each pit. I could tell it had been some time since her pits had seen a razor on them. Finally, I looked at her stocking clad legs and now could also see the red hair showing through her stockings.

Walking behind her as she made her way to the porch, I looked in admiration at her very long brown stockings with very straight seams pulled high on her thighs and her fanny encased in sheer black nylon. It was a sight to behold. I opened the side door for her and daddy and I followed her out onto the porch.

To say she had to piss would be an understatement. She no sooner got on the porch than the piss started streaming from the crotch of her bikinis, running down her legs and splattering onto the wooden floor of the porch. She just pissed and pissed. Suddenly it was over and she said "I think I am finished. I need a cigarette and a drink."

We went inside into the kitchen and daddy mixed a pitcher of martinis. About this time Agnes wandered into the kitchen, saw the martinis and clearly stated "I will have one of those too as well as a cigarette." Her teats were hanging down to her waist because she had no bra on. Of course, Barbara's teats were hanging down also, but not quite as far.

Father got four glasses and poured a drink for each of us. It was kind of unusual but the men had their cocks hanging down and Agnes and Barbara had no knickers on, Barbara having removed her panties after she pissed through them. Actually all Barbara had on were her thoroughly wet stockings. Agnes had not put any clothing on when she awoke from her nap.

We toasted each other and sipped our drinks. Father lit cigarettes for Agnes and Barbara and I lit my own. We talked and drank and daddy and I played with the women's teats. I hadn't ever seen Barbara's so they were new to me. Very nice and full with large round nipples. Easy to nurse on I decided. Barbara saw me eyeing her teats and asked me if I would like to suck her nipples. I didn't need a second invitation, so I took some gin and sprinkled it on one nipple and began sucking on it. She just threw her head back and moaned a little as I sucked it. Suddenly Agnes was on her knees and at Barbara's cunt, opening the lips and slipping her tongue on her clit.

Daddy got down on the floor and rammed his cock into Agnes's cunt from behind, causing Agnes to get her face shoved even further into Barbara's cunt. Barbara took hold of my nuts and began fondling and massaging them as I nursed on her. 

Suddenly, daddy just slammed his cock into Agnes's cunt and kept it there. I knew he had just shot another load of semen into her gaping cunt. All of a sudden I felt Barbara pull away from me and she bent down and began sucking my cock. She skinned the foreskin back and really nursed on it in earnest. Unable to hold back any longer, I just released my load into her mouth. I wanted to pull away, but she kept her mouth closed over my cock until it began to get soft. Then she opened her mouth, pulled the foreskin back over my helmet and sucked the remains of my love juice into her mouth.

Barbara said "I just love playing with your cocks. They are so neat when the foreskin is completely over the head. I like to try and stretch it out with my fingers. Also when your nuts are dangling and I know they are nice and warm and full of semen I love to fondle them. It is so much fun to watch your cocks become erect and ready to fuck." With that she grabbed each of our cocks and began fondling them hoping to get them nice and stiff again. However, she was going to be playing with them in vain as we had each just shot huge loads of semen into Agnes's cunt and Barbara's mouth so we were both a little beat.

However, she decided she wanted to suck Master daddy off again, so she dipped his cock into the martini glass and get the end of his cock all wet with gin and plopped it into her mouth. Agnes realized she needed to have some gin and decided that sticking my cock all the way into the martini pitcher and totally immersing it into the gin would give her a good drink of booze as well as a good cock to nurse on. I just let her suck on it and play with my long foreskin.

Master daddy finally said "Take your fucking whore grandmother up to her bedroom and make her take a little nap. We are going to have dinner about eight o'clock and she needs to be fresh and ready for dinner. If she thinks she needs a good fucking, tell her to wait. Barbara and I are going to take a nap too and then we'll get dressed for dinner."

I guided Agnes up the stairs and I got a good view of her grey haired cunt and hairy legs as she walked in front of me. When we got to the top of the stairs she just went into the bathroom, raised the lid and seat of the toilet, straddled it and began pissing. I just watched, mystified at the way her stream was just falling straight down into the toilet bowl. Her long cunt lips just seemed to open up and her cunt hair got all wet and just hung straight down. Some pee was running down her thighs but not much. She must have pissed for a solid two minutes, then it was all over.

Then Agnes just scooted out in front of the toilet, spread her legs and pulled her cunt lips open and said "Now, eat my cunt out you big motherfucker. I want to have a huge climax right here. My cunt needs your tongue licking around inside it. You also need to suck on my pee hole so you can get all the remnants out of it. I've talked to my sister Alice. She's your great aunt and she told me you have a tongue like a serpent. She said you really knew how to eat a woman's pussy so show me she knows what she is talking about."

I stuck my tongue up into her crevice and began licking. I found her clit and sucked on it for a minute or two then shifted to her pee hole and sucked on it. She was right. There were some dribbles remaining and I sucked them greedily.

Agnes shook and shivered as her orgasm happened. I thought she was going to fall down it was so intense. Finally it subsided and I asked her if she wanted me to wash her cunt and legs. She agreed so I wet a washcloth with warm water, washed her cunt and hairy legs good and then dried her off. I played with the long gray hair on her legs as I was drying her off thinking how good it was that she had stopped shaving her legs and armpits.

I then escorted her into her bedroom, put a very sheer nightgown on her and told her to take a little nap. There were going to be some things happening later that night and she needed to be alert and wide awake for them. I hadn't told her I was going to put a speculum in her cunt and make her wear it all night, even while we were having dinner.

About seven thirty I woke her up, asked her if she needed to pee, and when she said "No", I told her to spread her fucking legs wide open and hold her cunt lips apart.

"What are you going to do?" she asked. "Fuck me before we go downstairs?"

"No." I said. "I'm going to put something in your cunt that will make it stay wide open and also accentuate your pee hole. Now open up."

About the same time I heard high heels tapping on the floor and looked up and saw Master daddy standing in Agnes's doorway. He had changed into a black garter girdle, sheer black stockings, a powder blue sheer nylon gown, and two inch heels.

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked. "Are you going to fuck her right now?" as he saw her legs splayed wide open and my cock swinging back and forth down my thigh.

"No." I told him. "I'm putting a nice speculum in her cunt so she will be wide open all evening and also have her pee hole accentuated for us all to see. I also have one for Barbara if you want to use it."

"An excellent idea." he said. "I don't know why I had not thought of doing that. Is it warm or is it cold?" he asked.

"I warmed both of them so that it wouldn't be such a shock when I shoved it in her cunt. Then we are going to get dressed and come downstairs for drinks and dinner."

"That is why I brought this little package up to you for Agnes to put on. I have some new stockings for her to wear as well as a brand new open cup bra that will let more of her teats show so she will be more accessible to nurse." he said. "Now get the equipment in her cunt and have her dress then come down for refreshments and dinner." He turned and left the room and went downstairs to see his whore Barbara.

Agnes stood on the floor and I helped her into her sheer black eight strap garter girdle then held her new bra while she fitted her teats into the open cups. Then I hooked the bra for her as she adjusted her teats in the cups.

She sat down on the bed, rolled her stockings down, then put first one stocking on, then the second one, and fastened the front garter to each.

I told her to lie back on the bed, splay her legs wide apart, and take her cunt lips and pull them open as wide as she could. When she had done that I gently began inserting the speculum inside her cunt, easing it up inside a little at a time until it was completely inserted in her cunt. Then I began tightening the screw to the spreader that would keep it as wide open as needed. Finally I got it as wide open as I thought necessary and stopped. I asked her how it felt and she said "It feels like a big metal dick sticking my cunt."

I told her to stand up and put her two inch high sling back pumps on, got a pair of sheer black Directoire Knickers from her dresser drawer as well as a sheer light blue waltz length gown that covered absolutely nothing when she had it on.

I put on my garter girdle, stockings, sheer white gown, two inch leather pumps, and took my DK's with me and we were ready to go downstairs.

Our very first surprise when we got downstairs was to see Barbara suspended from the "O" ring with cuffed wrists and being lightly whipped by Master Daddy. She was crying softly and telling him it was an accident and she wouldn't let it happen again. As I looked around I could what I thought was the cause of the consternation. Barbara had apparently pissed on the floor as there was quite a large puddle of pee around where she was suspended. She had apparently peed on the floor before being able to get to the chamber pot in time to go and was being punished for it. He smacked her five more times with two of those across her red cunt lips to which she screamed out loud.

Agnes looked at the puddle on the floor and exclaimed "Oh Master Daddy, did your poor little red haired whore have an accident? Did her pee run down her thighs and legs and get her stockings all wet too? Now she has to change them and someone will have to wipe the floor."

"You keep your fucking mouth shut you old whore. I can handle her all by myself. Just look at all the wet red hair around her cunt and on her thighs. She only had to tell me she needed to piss and I would have gotten off of her and let her go. But no, she had to keep my fucking cock inside her too long and this is what happened. Now Agnes go get a towel and wipe it up and John, you wipe her legs and thighs and take off her stockings."

I unhooked her stockings from her garters and pulled them down her legs carefully so as not to cause a run in them. Then I dried her thighs and legs, playing with all the red hair on her legs and up around her cunt. Agnes got the floor wiped off and dried and then Master Daddy said. "Alright Barbara. It is time for you to get a special piece of equipment in your cunt so when I let you down, just lie on the bed, spread your legs as far apart as possible, and grab your long cunt lips and spread them apart."

Master daddy let her down and she laid on the bed, spreading her legs wide and opening her cunt lips as far as she could. With one easy motion, Master Daddy inserted the speculum into her cunt and began tightening the screw to spread it wide open.

"Oh my God. What the fuck is that things? A metal prick? It's got my fucking cunt spread open so wide you could stick a horse cock in me." Barbara told us.

"It's a fucking speculum dear and I can't believe you haven't had your doctor put one in your fucking cunt sometime during the past. I must say though it looks very good against your blazing red hair and lets us see your clit and pee hole very nicely." he told her.

I was totally mesmerized by how wide open it had spread her cunt lipt and vagina. Of course, Barbara had such an immense growth of pubic hair along with growing on her thighs and legs the silver of the speculum showed quite brilliantly.

Agnes was just as fascinated by it even though she was wearing the same thing in her cunt. Perhaps she was accustomed to having one in her cunt because of her age and needing to be examined once in awhile by her doctor.

"Alright Barbara, it is time to get your lingerie on again and this time when you have to piss, please let us know so we can help you. That goes for you to Agnes, you fucking old whore." Master Daddy told them.

He must have been a little turned on by the fact that each of them had a speculum in their cunts because his cock was beginning to grow a little larger and beginning to rise up off of his thigh.

Barbara told him he must be getting a charge out of seeing them with the metal cock stuck in their cunts as his prick was beginning to get a rise and fatten up.

Agnes suddenly announced that she needed to piss so Master Daddy told us we would go outdoors and watch her piss. It was kind of fun to watch her try and walk with the speculum stuffed in her cunt as it made her do more like a waddle than a walk. Agnes stood on the porch and spread her legs and started pissing. The only problem was that instead of coming out in a solid stream, it came out like you had the nozzle of the garden hose turned on to a mist cycle. It didn't go very far either and most of it blew back against her legs getting her stockings soaking wet.

"Oh fuck." was all Agnes said when she finished pissing. "I got my fucking stockings soaking wet. Now I"ll have to change them again."

Master Daddy asked Barbara if she needed to pee and she shook her head "no". She really looked elegant with all her bright red hair and the silver speculum hanging out of her cunt, so we went back in the house with Barbara holding onto Master Daddy's long cock and guiding him into the kitchen so we could sit down and have some breakfast.




Grandma and the Birthday Present



The events that took place on a Fall day in 1999... 

***

I had been waiting for my grandmother out in the kitchen for almost an hour, and to be honest I was starting to worry because what I had given her to read shouldn't have taken her more than ten or fifteen minutes to finish.

It was possible that she had read it and perhaps not believing what she had read, went back over it again. It was also possible that she had fainted after reading what I had written, the horror of what I had described too much for her.

I dismissed the chance that she could have had a heart attack because she's as healthy a 61 year old woman can be. She ran a 5K race a couple of weeks ago and had finished first in her age group.

So I waited, leaning on the stove, and watched the clock, figuring that when it became a full hour and she still hadn't emerged from her computer room, I would come in and check on her, but what I really wanted her to do was come out to my birthday party in the kitchen.

On the table was the birthday cake, two pieces taken out of the homemade cake Grandma had made for me, the 18 candles long ago blown out. I had made my wish, and now I was waiting to see whether it would come true or not.

The birthday card Grandma had given me was on the table, along with the $18 - one for each year I have been around - and that had been a tradition of hers, along with the best cakes I had ever tasted every year.

Grandma did a lot for me over the years, especially after my Mom passed away, and I tried to do all I could to help her as well after Grandpa died four years ago. Now I was asking her to give me the one present that I had fantasized about ever since my interests evolved from games to girls.

Just before I was about to go check on Grandma, I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and then Grandma entered the kitchen, ashen faced and walking like she was in a trance. I don't know if she even saw me at first as she walked over to the sink and got a drink of water.

The floorboards squeaked as I walked over to join her at the sink, and when I got behind her I could see her hand - the one that held the glass was shaking, the water that remained dancing inside. I saw her wedding ring, still worn after all these years because, as she often said, in her heart Grandpa and her were still together.

It was a romantic thought, and while it was true that they probably shared a special love, it was also an unusual relationship. I had learned about it by accident a couple of years ago, when I was helping Grandma clear the attic of a bunch of Grandpa's stuff.

Now Grandma was aware that I knew her little secret, and as I stood behind her and put my hands on her shorts, I heard her suck breath in through her teeth, and as I gently kneaded her bony shoulders I heard her breath come chattering out.

"Bradley," Grandma said, and I interrupted her, reminding her that wasn't the word I asked her to use after she read my story, and then because I felt I had to know, I asked her how she liked my story.

"It was - graphic," she managed to say, and I had to admit that it was that indeed.

What my Grandma had just finished reading was a story of mine that was inspired in part by my discovering this website called Literotica, and being a horny guy I found those stories were very arousing. I thought I could do just as well as a lot of those authors so I gave it a shot, and wrote about the woman I lusted after and wanted more than any other.

I had already experienced sex with a couple of girls, and I thought it was funny that my girlfriends always seemed to resemble Grandma, since they were tall and slender. I also admit to having closed my eyes at times while we were screwing and pretended that it was Grandma beneath me.

"Those pictures," Grandma said as I nibbled on her neck. 

"They're in the shoebox on your dresser," I told her. "All of them."

"Ward - he told me he burned them," Grandma said. "Why he hid them in the attic - I don't know."

"Probably used them like I did," I said honestly, and I could picture the old guy, who was about a dozen years my Grandma's senior, shuffling up there to take them out of hiding and going through them, reliving memories.

Grandma's head went up at that, and even though I couldn't see her face I suspected she was rolling her eyes and cursing her husband for leaving her so exposed like this.

I had come across the shoebox of Polaroids by chance, seeing the end of the box stuffed behind a piece of dangling insulation, and when I peeked inside and saw what it was, I didn't say a word about it and brought it home for a closer inspection.

The pictures were, well they were pornographic, to put it mildly. They depicted nudity as well as every sex act imaginable, and some of them even tested my imagination. Some of them were of one person, most of them were showing two people, and a few of them even had three participants.

There were close to 2 dozen different people in the photos all together, but there was only one person that was in every single Polaroid. It was a women that was a knockout back in the 70's when those pictures were taken, and although the reddish brown hair had given way to grey and there were a few wrinkles as well, she was still hot. My Grandma.

"Please," Grandma said when I tried to turn her to face me, and she was gripping the sink now. "I have to tell you, but I can't look you in the eye right now. I'm so ashamed."

"I love you," I said. "Just like I said in the story. The pictures, I didn't understand them at first, but I'm older now."

"Your grandfather and I - we really loved each other," she said in a quivering voice, and I ran my hands down her smooth rail-thin arms as she spoke. "Those things you saw me doing. I haven't seen those pictures in over 20 years, but I remember some of them."

"Do you want me to get them?" I said. "We can look through them together."

"No!" Grandma said sharply. "Please don't tell me you showed them to anybody else."

"I didn't," I said truthfully.

"Your grandfather - let's just say he had this - habit?"

"Fetish?" I asked.

"Is that what they call it? Anyway, him and I, we had a great sex life, but one day he suggested that we could make it better," Grandma explained. "The kids were out on their own, your Mom was away at school. So your grandfather tells we that we could get involved in something that was all the rage at the time."

"Swinging?" I asked.

"That's what they called it," Grandma said. "It wasn't my idea, but I wanted to make Grandpa happy so I did it, and after I got over the nervousness I have to admit that I liked it."

"Then something happened. Your grandfather, he didn't seem to be all that eager to be with the the wives of the husbands I was with, and then he admits that he doesn't really enjoy making love to anybody but me," Grandma said. "I say fine, let's not do it any more, but he said no..."

"He wanted to watch you with other men - and women," I added, and I could see Grandma's head nodding.

"So he would stay in the room while I had sex with these other people, and he would take the Polaroids of us while we were - you know," Grandma said. "He said that he enjoyed looking at them with me after the other people left. I'm sure he gave pictures to the other men and women too, so who knows how many of them are out there."

"Were these people friends?"

"Some were," Grandma said. "I'm still friends with a few of them, even though none of us are crazy like that any more. Some of the folks your grandfather found in these ads people would put in magazines. They were almost always decent people who were just - adventurous."

"I recognized Grandpa's writing on the backs of each photo," I said, reciting some of the ones I remembered. "Emily and Bob, Emily and Ellis, Emily and Denise, and the one - Emily and Miles. That wasn't..."

"Your Uncle Miles," Grandma said with a sigh. "We were getting out of control around that time, and I think we stopped swinging soon after that."

"You were so beautiful back then," I said, my hands going down the lightly freckled arms while nuzzled by way to her ear through her short silver hair. "And you're still beautiful."

"I'm not," Grandma said, shaking her head. "I'm nothing like those pictures these days, if that's what you're thinking, Bradley."

"I want to see for myself," I said, moving my hands to the bottom of her blouse, and as I started up the row of buttons Grandma kept gripping the sink. "You read in the story I wrote what I think you look like."

"I don't," Grandma sobbed, and when I got the last button free I parted the blouse open and peeked over her shoulder.

Her breasts, back in the days of the pictures, were small cones that jutted straight out, and I knew that with her in her sixties they wouldn't be like that. I saw the little orbs nestled in the cups of her bra, 34A that I knew from many visits to her undies drawer, the slightly tanned and freckled area around her collarbone becoming white in her modest cleavage.

My hands came up and took the bra cups in my hands, gently kneading the very soft flesh inside them, and even through the lightly padded harness I could feel Grandma's nipples get hard.

"Bradley," Grandma was saying as her chest heaved. "Not here. Can I at least get prepared? I'm a mess."

"I want you just the way you are," I said, not wanting to give her a chance to think about what I was planning on doing.

I didn't care that she was a little frazzled. I could see the big sweat stains in the armholes of her blouse, formed in the time we had been at the sink, and I didn't care. I didn't give a damn whether she hadn't shaved something or other. It had to be now.

"Your story," Grandma said to the window she was facing. "When you described yourself - what's that true?"

I could have said that she would find out, but instead I pried her hand off of the sink and brought it back behind her, and when she felt the bulge I heard her gasp and whisper something. Did she say, "just like your father"?

I walked behind Grandma all the way down the hall to her bedroom, where her bedside light was set on low, providing the right amount of light for me to see. Still behind Grandma, I pulled the damp blouse off of the shoulder and deftly unhooked her bra.

The bra lurched off, and when I reached around her ribs my hands found her breasts, which hung low and were very soft to the touch. I kneaded the pliant teats, and Grandma groaned and writhed around more and more the rougher I got.

Grandma raised her slender arms up and back as I sucked on her neck, running her hand through my hair as she moaned softly. I let my hands move her to her sides and let them slide upwards, and Grandma's body shivered when my fingers slide through the wet hollows of her armpits.

Grandma had only the lightest dusting of peach fuzz under her arms, a sharp contrast to a couple of the pictures that showed her back in the 70's with underarms that were unshaven, but she seemed to enjoy my thumbs stroking the deep pockets as the faint scent of cologne was stirred up.

Now my hands were moving down, across a belly that had only a little softness to it, and after I undid her slacks I knelt to take them down and off. Grandma's legs were slender but muscular, a tribute to her running regimen, and they were smooth except for a little down on the backs of her thighs.

I kissed her butt through the full cut white panties, and before I eased them down I ran my hand over the front. I could feel the hair through the cotton, and around the crotch I felt the dampness.

The panties came down, and now I was able to kiss her pale white butt, which had only the slightest sag, and then, after not facing her at all during this drama, I turned her around, putting my face right at her bush, and what a bush it was.

The pictures had indicated that Grandma had a wide and thick jungle of reddish-brown hair between her legs, and while it might not be as dense these days and might have a little silver amidst the blaze orange, the triangle was high and wide and the aroma coming from her opening was as pungent as could be.

I buried my face in the luxuriant thicket, grabbing Grandma's butt and pulling her close as I licked away. I was slobbering and snorting like some kind of animal, and when Grandma reached down and grabbed my t-shirt I raised my arms up to let her pull it off me. Then her hands were in my hair pushing my face into her pussy while she did a kind of dance before me.

She began to move away from me, but was only backing up to the bed, and when the backs of her legs hit the mattress she sat down and pulled me upwards.

Grandma didn't look at me, but her hands were fumbling with my belt, almost clawing at it, and while at first I thought her hands were shaking from nerves, I soon realized that she was just as excited as I was.

This wasn't in my story. In my story, the lithe lady was timid and nervous, apprehensive about what she was doing. Up until a minute or so ago, she was just that, but now she was - I don't know - but after she got my jeans button undone and yanked them down her hands were all over the bulge in my briefs.

I looked down and didn't recognize the face whose mouth was moaning while running her hands along the bulge that snaked over to my hip, and after she pulled the underwear down she had dodged my cock when it sprang free, and her hand grabbed my cock as it flew upwards.

Grandma's mouth swooped down my cock, a lot farther than any of the handful of girls I had been with had ventured, while her right hand was jerking what her mouth couldn't reach and her left hand was squeezing my nuts.

I had to stop her, because after about thirty seconds of the most frantic and fantastic cock-sucking if I didn't stop her it was going to be over. Grandma seemed to understand because she pushed herself back onto the bed and spread those slender thighs wide open.

As I moved up between her legs I smiled when I felt Grandma's hand grab my cock, because that was how it was in my story, which had putting my cock into her pussy. She rubbed the plump head of my tool along the lips of her furry grotto before letting me ease into her, and she was as tight as I had dreamed.

This wasn't going to last, that much I knew. I was way too excited, Grandma looked way too good, and her pussy was incredibly tight, so all I tried to do was to last long enough for her to cum. I did manage, but it wasn't easy.

Not only was her snug pussy contracting around cock, she had her legs wrapped around me as she took all 9" inside of her while clawing at my back. When she came, I knew it, because she was what you might call a screamer.

I had chuckled while hearing her scream Yahtzee or Bingo back in the days when we would play games together, but when she screamed as she came, it was 10 times louder. Then again, during those games her face wasn't next to my ear either.

I was already starting to lose my fight to not cum when her pussy crushed my cock, and when she screamed, "OH FUCK!" and began to convulse under me, I gave up.

I stayed suspended over Grandma until my cock slithered out of her, kissing my Grandma like I had always wanted to, and when her tongue joined mine it made it perfect.

"Well," Grandma said. "That was a different way to celebrate your birthday."

"It was the way I wanted it," I said, happy that she didn't start telling me how guilty she was, because while I knew there was guilt involved, I didn't want to ruin this moment. "I used to wish I had been able to last longer, like I did in the story."

"You'll last longer next time," Grandma said as I rolled off of her and rested at her side, at what she said was not lost on me. "You weren't a virgin, were you Bradley?"

"No Grandma," I aid. "I wish I was though."

"Would you do me a favor?" Grandma asked, and when I assured her I would, she asked me not to call her Grandma.

"I mean in here," she emphasized. "In the rest of the house you have to keep calling me Grandma, okay?"

"Okay Emily," I said.

"Was one of your previous conquests that cute little blonde you went to the prom with?" Grandma asked coyly. "Just curious since you seem to know a lot about my private life, or what used to be private."

"A gentleman never tells, Emily," I replied, and she pinched my cheek.

"Just curious, because I think you would have split that little girl in two with that salami of yours. Now don't you look," Emily said as she got up to go to the bathroom.

I looked of course. How could I not, and while she looked fine, parts looked a little the worse for wear. Did I put those scratches on her back? After she got out of the room I looked in the nightstand beside the bed to see if she had any lotion in there, because I was going to give her a massage if she would let me.

I found the lotion but something in the back of the drawer caught my eye. I heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, so I had to hustle it back in, but not until I had figured out what a belt with a fake dick attached to it was for.

"Don't look," Grandma repeated as she hurried back into bed, covering up as much as she could, but when I offered her a massage she happily rolled onto her stomach.

"Mmm, you have magic hands," Grandma said as I worked the lotion up her legs.

"And you have an incredible body, Emily," I said while warning her that if she gave me any back talk I would stop the massage, and as I got to her butt I spread her cheeks. and worked some lotion into the crevice.

"No," Grandma said. "Don't ask. Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?"

"You aren't putting that thing of yours up there," Grandma Emily declared.

"Wasn't even thinking about it," I assured her, and as I reached her shoulders I asked about a friend of hers.

"How is Cassie doing?" I asked innocently.

Cassie's a black lady around Grandma's age, and they hung around together a lot, going to bingo and craft fairs and things, and the more I thought about that strap-on in the drawer, the more my imagination began to work overtime.

"Fine, why do you ask?"

"Just curious, like you say," I said in a devilish tone. "I saw from the pictures that you're a very open-minded woman, Emily. Not that there's anything wrong with that. In fact, I heartily approve if you and Cassie..."

"Let's just say that we're very good friends and leave it at that." 

"I just want you to be happy," I said. "Now roll over."

"That's okay. I'm good," Grandma Emily said, but when she figured out I wasn't taking no for an answer she finally rolled over for me.

I was guessing that she feared I would be put off because of the way her breasts flattened out like fried eggs with her on her back, but it didn't bother me a bit, and by the time I got up there to massage her breasts her nipples had popped way out.

Massaging Grandma's breasts while she smiled up at me was like a dream come true, like everything else had been. She looked so sweet with her hands linked behind her head, that I couldn't resist giving her a kiss.

"What was that for?"

"Because you're so sexy, and also because I love you Emily," I reminded her, and she sighed and squirmed after my lotion-coated hands slid under her arms.

"Ticklish?" I asked.

"No - you're learning where my weak points are pretty quick," Grandma Emily informed me. "Behind my ears, the nape of my neck and under my arms - go there and I turn to jelly.

"Oh, so you like this?" I asked as I stroked the deep hollows with my thumbs, and when she nodded I bent over and ran my tongue through her armpit, and that got her to cry out.

"Liked that, didn't you, Emily," I giggled, and she told me that if she knew this was going she would have shaved, but her armpits had only a light fuzz covering them and it was just like kissing a peach. 




Grandma and the Birthday Present



After I did it to her other underarm she scolded me, saying "Don't be getting me all heated up if you aren't ready to - oh!" 

Grandma Emily stopped talking when she looked down and saw my cock was hard and curled up towards her. The lotion got tossed aside and we were wrestling all over the bed, her oiled body delightful to the touch, and then I had her on all fours.

Grandma seemed even tighter this way, and as I started moving in and out of her from behind I glanced over to the dresser and saw our reflection in the mirror.

"Look Emily," I said as I lightly pulled her head up by the hair, but when she saw herself she turned away.

At the time I thought she might think she didn't look good, or maybe the way her breasts looked when she was bent over bothered her. It sure didn't bother me, because the way those long thin hangers swayed as we rocked turned me on.

As it turned out, it was more a case of looking in her own eyes while we made love that bothered her, but she soon got back into it and I lasted longer this time, coaxing 2 orgasms out of her before I went into another gear and leaned over her, kneading her breasts while I filled her pussy with my seed.

"I'm not going to be able to walk in the morning," Grandma Emily declared after we collapsed on the bed, but I promised to carry her around if necessary.

We almost saw the sunrise, since we were both too wired up to sleep. A couple of hours later we found ourselves in the 69 position, and I got to enjoy Grandma Emily's cocksucking abilities to their fullest. She was so good that I was able to forget that my tongue was sliding through a whole lot of my cum.

The night/morning ended with us doing something that I didn't think would happen. The two of us on our bellies in bed, looking at the pictures in the shoebox.

Grandma said that she was just too curious, and wanted to give them one last glance before destroying them forever - something we would do in the outdoor fireplace the next day - but that morning was a trip back in time.

"You had no idea that your Grandma was such a slut, did you?" she said, and then rolled her eyes when I reminded her she was Emily, not Grandma.

"If it was a guy having sex with a bunch of women, people would be patting him on the back for being such a stud," I declared. "You weren't cheating on your husband, he was encouraging it, so go easy on yourself. It was something that went on a lot back then, you said."

"Still, look at this!" she said as she looked at the stack of pictures.

"There's a lot of multiple pictures of the same people there," I reminded her.

"Grandpa didn't take pictures of everybody," Grandma Emily said with a shake of her head. "The Deacon of the Church, the school principal, a nun - none of them would let him. One guy ended up to be a State Senator - here he is. Picture might be worth something except he lost his re-election bid last year."

"She's dead, so is he," Grandma said as she went through the pictures, giving me a little bit of history behind each person, and when she got to the end of the pictures where I had put the best ones she quipped, "At least I didn't have to look at the backs for any names, so they weren't totally faceless."

"Oh dear," Grandma sighed when she saw the pictures of her with two men and of her with a man and another woman. "I can't even claim I was too young to know any better or so old I was senile. I was 37 or so there."

"These are my favorites," I said of the ones that were of her alone, and I warned her that if she dared say she didn't look beautiful there I would get pissed.

She was naked and posed like a model, her body sleek and shapely, with her small pointy breasts sticking out so straight they defied gravity, and she shrugged when she saw that, but burst out laughing at the last one.

"Oh look at me!" Grandma Emily chuckled when she saw the picture of her on her back in a bed, naked with her hands covering her face.

"That looks cool," I said, pointing at the bright tufts of hair that filled her armpits, fully visible with her upraised hands. "You were a hippie."

"That was your grandfather's idea," she said. "We were with an couple and the woman didn't shave, so he decided I would look cool if I let the hair grow too. I warned him that I wasn't going to look like that girl did, but he didn't care. That lasted about a year."

"I like the way it looks," I maintained. but Grandma said that's because I was a nut case like Grandpa was.

"Can I keep this picture? I asked. "Your face is hidden with your hands."

"You could have kept them all and never said anything, but you were honest enough to give them back. Go ahead."

"If I was honest I would have given them right to you back then," I reminded Grandma. "I could say that Grandpa had just passed and I thought you seeing them would upset you, but that would be a lie. I loved looking at them, especially the way you look in this one."

"It wasn't so much the way it looked but it kept a lot of people from kissing me there and stuff, and the ones that still did I couldn't feel through all that fur."

"Well, if you stop shaving I'll keep kissing your underarms," I said, but she shook her head.

"Too late for that," Grandma said. "The benefits of getting old aren't many, but no periods and having the growth of your hair slow to almost nothing are a couple of them. Look. I haven't shaved in over a month."

This display of her fuzziness ended of course with me attacking her like a hungry puppy, and only her threatening to pee the bed got my head out from under her arm.

"I love you Emily," I said after we stopped laughing, and as we hugged Grandma said she had a confession to make.

"The things Grandpa had me do were his idea, just like this here was your idea," Grandma said. "I could have and probably should have said no, and that would have been the end, so I'm not totally blameless."

"I didn't find out until much later that it wasn't so much that he liked seeing me with other men - and women, that wasn't the main reason he had me continuing to do these things," Grandma confessed. "You see, Grandpa was having a problem with his - you know - erections."

"It was why he stopped participating, and while it wasn't happening all the time it was enough. I began to notice it after a while, but I thought that maybe the reason was that he didn't find me as attractive as the other women, and while I could usually get him to climax with a lot of effort and tricks, he couldn't get hard enough to penetrate," Grandma said.

"I asked he why he just didn't say something, that I would have understood, but he said he knew I had kind of a high sex drive and was afraid that if I didn't get what I needed from him I would go behind his back," Grandma continued. "This way he got to screen people and also got kind of a vicarious thrill in sharing my orgasms I guess."

"I was a horny broad," Grandma concluded. "But not that bad. He had a great tongue and besides, I never would have strayed. Anyway, I wanted you to know the story. I would have said that from the beginning but I was afraid you might think he was less a man because - you know."

I didn't think I would have, and I guess I could understand it a little, although there was no way I could see myself doing something like sharing her with other guys no matter what.

"And while I'm making confessions," Grandma Emily said. "Before, you were asking about Cassie..."

"No," I said. "I don't want to know. I want you to be happy, that's all I want. Tonight you seemed happy."

"I was - still am," Grandma smiled. "I just have to keep avoiding the mirrors for a while."

What I honestly wanted to suggest was that maybe I could stop by sometime and get to know Cassie a little better along with Grandma, because the lady was cute and the thought of seeing the two of them together was tempting, but I never suggested it. I had it too good as it was.

It wasn't a one-night stand, because I would visit Grandma a few times a year when college permitted. Sometimes we would have sex, and sometimes we would just hold each other. It was all good for me.

I had birthday parties for the next three years too, but my senior year in college when I arrived for my party I had something to tell Grandma.

"You told me I should find somebody more my age," I said, but Grandma's eyes weren't watering for sadness but for joy.

"I'm so happy for you," Grandma said. "You're engaged?" 

"No, I'm going to ask her around the holidays, and I think she'll say yes," I said. "I can't wait to introduce you to her. I've told her all about you."

"Not everything," I said after Grandma gave me a look, and then I showed Grandma a picture of Jessi and she gave me another look.

"She does look a little like you, I admit," I said as Grandma said of the picture that looked a lot like she had 40 some years ago, and I added, "Jessi said that too when I showed her your picture - not THAT picture."

"Well in that case, blow out the candles, make a wish and let's have a bite of cake," Grandma said. "Since you aren't engaged yet, I've been looking forward to your visit for months, if you know what I mean."

"The cake can wait," I declared after making a wish, blowing out the candles and then chasing Grandma down the hall,

The lady still could move even then at 65 but I caught her, right at the doorway, the border where Grandma ended and Emily began.

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Grandma and the Dust Bunnies



Have you ever had your parents make you do something that you really didn't want to do? I'm not talking about the normal things they make you do, such as clean your room or take out the trash. Everyone has dealt with that, that's par for the course while growing up. No, what I'm talking about is when they make you do something that's going to spoil your whole summer vacation. Well that's exactly what mine did to me in the summer of '72.

Visions of fantastic get-togethers with my girlfriend Trudy floated through my brain as I walked home on the last day of school. My name is Billy Crammer and I am eighteen going on nineteen, and can lick the world with one hand tied behind my back. At least that's what I keep telling myself. The fact that I'd just finished my junior year instead of my senior one didn't bother me at all. I'd had to repeat a grade due to my complete lack of giving a shit. The summer was mine baby, and I was going to spend it pumping my fat seven and a half inch dick up Trudy's tight wet twat. A smile crossed my lips as I reflected on how many times I'd done just that over the last six months. Trudy was hot, tight, and very nasty. Hell, that chick could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Yes, it was going to be a great summer, I had it all planned out. Unknown to me however, so did my parents. 

As soon as I got home I could feel something bad in the air. My parents were waiting for me in the front room with some wonderful news. They told me they were having the house remodeled, and by the way, they were spending the summer on the French Riviera and I was spending it with my Grandma Hazel. Yeah, my folks are rich. Filthy rich! They got their money the old-fashioned way; they inherited it. Yep, Dad's father croaked and left them a butt load of dough. That's why I never worried about school; I knew they'd take care of me. I could feel my plans vanishing like a fart in the wind. Shit, I thought to myself, anyplace besides Grandma Hazel's. Now don't get me wrong, I love my Granny; it's just that since Pops had split ten tears ago she has become one serious whack-a-doodle. Besides, she lived clear out in the middle of the Nevada desert in some podunk town I referred to as Shitsville USA.

For the next three days I pleaded, begged, and groveled at their feet in hopes of changing their minds about sending me to Grandma's. I got the same results as I had when I'd asked for a car, a pathetic smile from Mom and a scornful look from Dad. They both told me it was for my own good. I failed to see how in the hell it was for my own good. Now, pumping my plump rod up Trudy's pussy all summer long would be for my own good, not keeping Mom's crazy Mother company for the summer. So at noon on the fourth day of my summer vacation I trudged up the stairs into the bus and grabbed a seat in the back. As if things couldn't get any worse, I glanced around and discovered I was on the geriatric ride to the land of milk and honey. The bus was filled with old fogies itching to get to Nevada and lose their retirement checks. Fan-fucking-tastic! It was going to be seventeen hours of listening to the cackle of old broads and grumpy fucks.

By the time the bus pulled into Shitsville, population 309 according to the sign on the outskirts of town, it was just after seven in the morning. My back and legs hurt from sitting for so long as I grabbed my lone bag from the overhead compartment and stepped off the bus. Taking my bag I sauntered over to where a bench sat under the stations overhanging roof and plopped my ass down. Fuck me I grumbled, it's only seven and I could already feel sweat trickle down my spine under my t-shirt. 

The last time I'd seen Grandma Hazel was over two years ago when she came out for Thanksgiving. I hadn't spent too much time with her then, I was too busy puffing up the weed. Also she had this annoying habit of referring to me as a little turd. Get this for me turd, or, how bout a kiss for your Granny turd. At first it was amusing, of course it could have been because I was stoned, either way it started to grate on my nerves after a while. I started avoiding her until she finally went home a couple of days later. I did give her a quick kiss on the lips before she left. It felt like the crazy old broad had tried to shove her tongue in my mouth, or, once again it could have just been the weed. Twenty minutes went by before this beat up 65 Ford pick-up came roaring toward the station and slid to a stop at the curb right in front of me. 

"What ya waitin for turd, a written invitation?"

Grandma Hazel sat behind the wheel; her head nearly obscured by a huge floppy brimmed hat, and just stared out the window at me. I stared back at her and fought to control the laughter that was bubbling up inside me. Maybe now would be a good time to describe her. She has short brown hair, piercing green eyes, and stands about five foot nothing. If I had to guess her weight, I'd say she couldn't be much more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. The reason I wanted to laugh was because she was so short it looked like she couldn't even see over the dashboard. When she turned her face away from me it looked as if a big hat with hands was driving the truck.

She shot me another hard look and barked, "Throw your crap in the back and get in, we're burning daylight here."

On the way to her house I held on for dear life, the crazy old broad drove like she was the only one on the road. I was also sure the truck was losing parts off it, because it vibrated so bad my teeth chattered. Grandma didn't seem to notice, she sat there with a death grip on the wheel and the accelerator pushed to the floorboards. I sat there wondering if I would have to change my underwear when we got to her place. To take my mind off the fear of dying I told her thanks for picking me up and letting me stay with her. She responded by telling me that it was my parents idea, not hers. She also told me that I'd be earning my keep while I was there. Yep, my summer was off to a rip-roaring good start.

"Another thing you better get through your head right now turd. In my house, it's my way or the highway, got it?" She glanced over at me with a look of finality.

"Got it," I replied while staring listlessly out the window at the bleak countryside.

The last time my family had gone to Grandma's place I was just a kid. I remembered her house was small and rundown; so when we pulled into her driveway I was completely shocked. Instead of her rundown shack of a place, there was a single story ranch style house here now. She noticed my wide-eyed expression and explained that she'd had the old place torn down and this one built. She didn't tell me how she got the money to do all this, and I wasn't foolish enough to ask. I was just happy that there was more room than I had been expecting. She parked the old truck in front of the garage and climbed out. Grabbing my bag out of the bed I followed her in.

When we entered she told me to follow her and she'd show me where my room was. The house was set up with the kitchen off to the left of the living room, and on the right was a hallway that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. I followed her down the hall taking in her outfit. She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse with a floor length billowy cotton skirt in a kaleidoscope of colors. Her bare arms were the same deep bronze as her face. We passed two rooms with open doorways, her bedroom and the bathroom, before we reached what was to be my room. I waited until she entered before following her into the room. Grandma went over and drew open the curtains as I surveyed what was going to be my cell for the next three months.

On the right was a closet with sliding doors and on the left stood a double bed with a small dresser next to it. The bed was piled with folded sheets, pillowcases and a thick blanket that I was sure I wouldn't need. There were two plump pillows sitting against the wall that made up the headboard of the bed. There wasn't a TV in sight. Wonderful I thought as I walked over and dropped my bag on the floor near the bed. For some reason that got a rise out of Grandma. She glanced at my bag then back at me, she wasn't smiling. 

"I've got rules in this house turd," she growled, then proceeded to tell me what they were.

Irritated and tired from the trip I listened impatiently while she explained that everything had a place and she expected everything to be in its place. She also told me that I was to clean my room daily, and keep my bed made if I wasn't in it. Another chore she tacked on was that I had to run a dust mop over the floors each and every day, and not just my room, but the whole place. The only room I didn't have to do was her bedroom; she said she'd do that one herself. There were no carpets anywhere in the house, just hardwood floors. Oh crap I thought to myself; I haven't been here ten minutes and the crazy loon has already turned me into a slave. She did help me make the bed, for witch I was grateful, but her parting words put a damper on even that.

"I know you're used to being lazy and getting away with everything at home. Well turd, if you try that shit here I'll bust your ass like you were a spoiled brat. Kapeesh?" 

She didn't wait for an answer; she strode out of the room telling me that breakfast would be ready in about ten minutes. After first making sure she wasn't lurking out in the hallway I crammed all my clothes into the dresser. With that out of the way, I rolled a joint from my stash and opened the window. The weed calmed my nerves as I blew the smoke out the window and took a look at the back yard. There wasn't one really, just a bunch of cactus and some crappy looking bushes growing wildly here and there. There was a cement slab that had two lounge chaises and what passed for a picnic table on it though. A good place to puff up some smoke I mused as I shut the window and hid my stash under the mattress.

The smell of bacon frying reached my nose before I reached the kitchen. My stomach rumbled and reminded me that I hadn't eaten much since boarding the bus. Of course the weed had also given me a terrible case of the munchies. I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. Grandma was at the stove with her back to me and I wasn't even sure if she knew I was there. Now Grandma really isn't that old, perhaps sixty-one or two, but anyone over thirty was ancient in my book. Anyway, as I watched her I noticed that she actually had a pretty firm body. Her arms were well muscled and her waistline and hips were quite slender. I'd already checked out the size of her chest as we drove from the bus station. They were small, not much more than a hand full, but nice anyway. Yeah, you got me; I'm a perv. My life revolves around my penis.

She finished cooking and brought two plates to the table. I dug in like a starving man while she just sort of picked at her food, all the while staring over in my direction. I wasn't sure, I was too busy stuffing my face, but I thought I heard her say something about me needing a haircut. Yeah right old lady, that's not happening I thought to myself. I liked my curly brown locks just the way they were. She was true to her word about me earning my keep; she made me wash the dishes, by myself no less.

When I finished I joined her in the front room. She was perched on one end of the sofa with a book of some sorts, so I sat at the other end. She seemed annoyed when I asked her if I could turn on the TV, but she said it was okay. I went over, turned it on and had to wait for the picture tube to warm up before I could check for something to watch. Wouldn't you know it, the damn set was a black and white model. Another thing I found out was that it only picked up one channel. When I asked Grandma about that she informed me that it would get two more channels, but I had to climb a ladder and turn the antenna before they'd come in. She was even more annoyed when I asked her if she could show me how. Dropping her book on the sofa she rose and stormed out the front door, I almost had to run just to keep up with her.

I followed her around to the side of the house where a ladder was already propped against the eaves. The antenna had a pole that reached the ground, but I learned that you had to climb up in order to be able to turn it in the right direction. Grandma told me that she had the positions marked with tape. When I didn't hop on the ladder and start climbing she shot me an exasperated look, told me to hold the ladder steady and began to climb up it herself. Holding onto the ladder I watched her go higher and higher until she reached the top. As I was looking up at her a gust of wind blew her skirt up and out away from her legs and butt. My jaw dropped and my eyes bugged out as I learned that Granny wasn't wearing any panties. Her legs were golden brown all the way up to her crotch, but her small round looking ass was as white as snow. I could feel the stiffness growing in my pants as I watched her firm butt globes contract and loosen with her movements. I was so fixated on her snow-white buns that I didn't notice she had finished and was staring down at me.

"Get a good look turd?" she asked when she reached the ground.

Red faced I mumbled, "Sorry."

"You act like you've never seen an ass before. Are you a virgin?"

"No Grandma, I'm not a virgin, and I've seen plenty of asses," I replied firmly.

She glanced down at the bulge in my pants. "Yeah right," she snickered.

After re-arranging my junk I followed her back inside and started flipping through the channels; all three of them. I settled for an episode of Mister Ed. Grandma retrieved her book and began reading again. At noon she asked if I wanted anything for lunch. I didn't. She shrugged and went back to her book. Boredom zeroed in around an hour later. I asked if there was something to do besides sitting around and watching television. The answer she gave me wasn't what I'd hoped for. She said if I was bored then I should go ahead and run the dust mop over the floors. She said that that would get rid of my boredom; it didn't. After shaking out the mop and putting it back in the garage I went back into the front room only to find it empty. Wondering where Grandma was I searched the whole house. I didn't find her until I stepped out the back door to see if she was in the back yard. She was.

Grandma had changed into a copper-colored skintight one-piece swimsuit and was in the process of dousing herself with a garden hose. I figured the water must be cold judging by how stiff her nipples were. By the time she finished soaking herself the suit looked as if it had been painted on. The front of the suit was so snug at her crotch it actually dug up between her cunt lips making them look fat and puffy. I could also see tiny brown hairs trying to escape at the sides. When she turned and bent over to shut off the faucet the seat of her suit slid into the crack of her ass and exposed two well-rounded white buns to my astonished eyes. My dick was reaching down my pants leg uncomfortably when she turned back around to face me. I asked what she was doing and was told that she liked to lay out and catch some rays before it got too hot. Surprising me she asked if I wanted to join her. She told me it would do my pasty-ass good to get a little sun. Well let me tell you, it didn't take me long to rush into my room and rummage through my crap and throw on the only pair of shorts I had. A baggy pair of lightly used gym shorts; I left my tighty-whities lying on the floor.

When I got back Grandma was stretched out in one of the lounges sipping from a large Tupperware glass filled with ice and what I thought was water. She eyed my baggy shorts then offered me a sip of her drink. Taking the glass I brought it to my lips and took a healthy slug of the clear liquid. I could hear Grandma cackling the whole time I was bent over coughing up a lung.

"What the hell is that?" I croaked when my throat stopped burning enough to speak.

"Moonshine," she said, reaching up and taking the glass from my shaking hand.

"Where'd you get moonshine from?" 

"A friend of mine makes it," she replied. "Want some more?" 

"No thanks Grandma," I stammered, lowering myself into the other lounger.

"Pussy," she said, and then took another slug of the stuff. "And stop calling me Grandma you little shit, it makes me feel old."

I wanted to say, you are old bitch, but instead I just said okay Hazel. It didn't take long for me to figure out why she had doused herself with the hose, I felt like I was in an oven in about ten minutes. When I got up and started hosing myself down she glanced over and said; "Now you're learning turd." The water was cold; I could feel my dick shriveling as my balls tried to climb back into my body. Over the next hour or so we both took turns using the hose. I also learned that this was her normal routine. She would get up, clean the floors after breakfast, and then treat herself to some sun and a glass of the good stuff, as she called the moonshine. When I asked what she did for the rest of the day she told me that depended on how much she drank. Most times she took a nap before having something to eat for dinner she added. Then after dinner she'd watch some television then go to bed. If that's all there is to do here, then this was going to be the worst summer ever I thought to myself.

It wasn't long before I'd had enough sun; I went inside and took a shower just to cool off then sprawled out on my bed with only the towel wrapped around me. I heard Grandma come in and go to her room. A few minutes later she was standing in the doorway looking at me with evil in her eyes. She had changed into an oversized white nightshirt that barely reached the middle of her thighs. It had definitely seen better days, the material was so worn I could actually see through it in spots. At first I thought she was pissed because I was lying in bed in the middle of the day. But when she stepped in and grabbed my shorts and briefs off the floor then flung them at me I knew what she was angry about. I remembered her saying everything has its place.

I wasn't surprised when she started ranting and raving about what a slacker I was, going on and on about how she'd told me she'd bust my ass if I didn't do what I was told. What I was surprised by was when she said I probably didn't even use the dust mop in my room. I told her I had but to prove her point she got down on all fours and lowered her head enough to look under my bed. Curious as to what she was doing I rolled over and peered over the edge of the bed at her. She had her ass up in the air pointing in my direction and was looking under the bed. I couldn't believe my eyes. Grandma's nightshirt had ridden up so high that her ass and pussy was staring back at me. My cock began to swell as I ogled her firm white butt and the hair-covered outer lips of her pussy. I could even see the pinkness of her slit for a second before she struggled back to her feet and glared down at me.

"Dust bunnies!" she growled, then told me to turn over on my stomach.

"Why?" I timidly asked.

"I told you what I'd do if you didn't do as you were told. There are dust bunnies under your bed, which means you didn't clean under there, so roll your ass over!"

Something in her voice actually scared me a little. Slowly I rolled over aware of how much my expanding cock was tenting the towel. When I was finally on my stomach the crazy old lady threw herself on top of me and straddled my back facing my feet. Without any warning she managed to yank the towel off and began to swat my bare ass. I could hear the smacks each time her hand came down on my buttocks, but I was more interested in the sensation of feeling her cunt pressed into the skin of my back. Her pubic hairs tickled as she slipped and slid on my back while she spanked me. It didn't hurt one little bit; in fact I found myself getting harder with each pathetic swat. By the time she finished my cheeks were starting to sting a little and my cock was fully engorged. As she climbed off I could swear the spot where her pussy had been felt wet. I could feel the air chilling that area more than the rest of my back.




Grandma and the Dust Bunnies



"Now maybe you'll do as you're told!" Grandma rasped.

I rolled onto my side and stared up at her. Her eyes looked glazed over and her face was flushed. I could also see her nipples were poking out through the thin fabric. She just stood there staring down at me without saying anything else. Her breathing seemed to be getting ragged and her hands rose up and clinched together between her breasts. When I noticed where her eyes were looking, I glanced down and saw my cock stretching out in front of me majestically. Grandma appeared to shudder slightly right before she turned and hurried from the room. I heard her bedroom door slam shut. I lay there shocked at how I'd reacted to getting spanked. Taking my cock in hand I began to slowly stroke myself. It didn't take long before I shot a wad of cock snot all over my stomach. After using my dirty tightie-whities to wipe the mess off I put my gym shorts back on, rolled a small joint, and went out in the back yard and puffed it up. A smile spread across my lips as I lay on the lounger in a drug induced euphoria while the image of Grandma's pussy floated in and out of my sub-consciousness. 

When I finally went back inside Grandma was sitting on the sofa staring blankly at the television. She was still wearing the threadbare nightshirt. The screen kept flickering so I went outside and turned the antenna to one of the pre-marked locations. When I got back inside the show Laugh-In was on. Grandma still had a blank look on her face. Concerned that something was wrong with her I sat next to her and asked if she was okay.

"Huh? What?" she stammered, as if coming out of a trance.

"I asked if you were okay Grandma?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" she finally replied, her eyes coming into focus as she stared at me.

"No reason I guess. I still can't believe you spanked me," I said.

"I told you I would. Now that you know I will, maybe you'll do as you're told." The fire was back in her voice so I scooted over to the other end of the sofa.

"And what about you Grandma...I mean Hazel?" I was in the mood to mess with her a little.

"What about me what turd?"

"Since you do your own room, if I find dust bunnies under your bed do I get to spank you? That would only be fair wouldn't it?"

It took her a while to bring her laughter under control, when she did she glared at me and said, "If you find dust bunnies under my bed, then by all means spank away. But I guarantee you won't you snot-nosed shit."

Oh really? My mind was already formulating a plan to make her wish she hadn't agreed to let me spank her. For some reason the very thought of paddling her tiny round butt started to make my dick grow. Now that she was back to her old self we didn't spend too much time communicating the rest of the day. Evening rolled around and we ate dinner then settled back in front of the TV again. Yes I had to wash the dishes again, and yes I had to do it by myself, again. That was okay though; it gave me time to work on my revenge plan.

Right before I headed off to bed I asked Grandma why she didn't like me. Her response really blew my mind. She acted genuinely hurt that I thought she didn't like me. On the contrary she told me, she said she loved me very much, it was just that my slacker ways were getting her down. She also told me that she had high hopes that by the end of summer I would see the benefits of being able to stand on my own two feet. I was really touched by the love I heard in her voice, I had no idea she felt this way about me. I even gave in when she asked for a kiss before I headed off to bed. As our lips touched there was a moment when I thought I felt her tongue dart out and lick my bottom lip. Of course that could just have been my imagination couple with the buzz from the weed I'd smoked earlier. Either way, by the time I crawled naked into bed my cock was jutting out and in need of attention.

The next morning everything was back to normal. Grandma called me turd three times before we even had breakfast. While I washed the dishes she disappeared into her room for a spell. When she came out she was dressed in jeans and a button down shirt that stretched snuggly across her chest. As she was explaining that she had some errands to run a car pulled up in the driveway and parked. I watched as a very tall blonde woman with a beehive hairdo stepped out and walked to the front door. Grandma acted excited as she went over and let the woman in.

"This is Stella, she's here to trim that mop on your head," Grandma said as she introduced her.

All I could do was stare. The woman was dressed in a long-sleeved white blouse buttoned all the way up and a black mini-skirt. On her shapely long legs she wore black fishnet stockings. Around her neck was wrapped a silk scarf the same shade of blue as her eye shadow. Her ruby-red lips smiled widely revealing perfect white teeth. I could tell she was in her upper forties, but she was a striking woman all the same. I said hello as the blood started creeping down into my lower regions.

"Well... hello sailor," she replied in a husky voice that sped up the flow of blood traveling south.

"Hazel told me you were a good looking boy, but she didn't tell me you were such a hunk." Her words oozed out of her mouth full of sexuality. 

I was able to maintain enough blood in my brain long enough to protest getting my haircut. Grandma told me to relax; Stella was only going to trim it up a little. Stella stepped over and began running her fingers through my hair while making little clucking sounds. After doing that for a minute she went out to her car and came back with a small leather case that she placed on the dinner table. Grandma told us she'd be back in about an hour and left. I was so enthralled with looking at Stella that I didn't even hear the old truck start, or leave. By now all the blood had drained from my brain and taken up residency in my stiff dick. Stella removed some combs and several pairs of scissors from the case then turned and grinned at me. I felt the pre-cum on the end of my cock start to leak out.

"Before I get started, I need you to hop into the shower and wash your hair. Can you do that for me pretty boy?"

My neck almost snapped from the force of my nods.

"It gets messy with all the hair, so just wrap a towel around yourself when you're done. It'll make clean up so much easier," Stella said as I was rushing from the room.

By the time I headed back my hair was squeaky clean and my balls were relieved. My arm was a little sore from pumping so hard though. Stella had taken one of the dinning chairs and placed it in the middle of the kitchen floor. She had me sit, then stepped behind me and started combing my hair. When she had it the way she wanted she picked up a pair of barber scissors and began taking snips. The smell of her perfume filled my nostrils as she went about her task. After she finished with the back she stepped in front of me, spread her long legs wide enough to straddle my thighs and inched herself closer. She started snipping on the front while I fought the urge to open my mouth and nibble on the covered tits almost touching my face. With my hands clasped together in my lap I sat there feeling my dick swelling under the damp towel. She didn't take long, and when she was satisfied with her work she stepped back and told me to stand up. I prayed that she wouldn't notice how tented the front of the towel was. I shouldn't have worried about it.

"Okay, all done. I'll need this to brush the loose hair off though." With that she grabbed the towel and pulled it off. My cock sprang straight out in front of me. Her eyes lit up and her lips parted in a wicked grin.

"Oh my, I see we have a little problem. Don't worry big boy, I'm a full service beautician."

Before I could utter a word she dropped to her knees in front of me and sucked up half my tool into her mouth. I felt her hands clutch my ass cheeks and push me forward. The rest of my rod slipped between her lips, the head sinking deep into her throat. Oh mamma! And I thought no one could suck cock as good as Trudy; boy was I wrong! This woman hadn't had my cock in her mouth more than a few seconds and I was already on my way to spitting out my spunk. She must have sensed what was happening because she removed her mouth from my dick and leaned low enough to suck my entire sack up between her teeth. I shivered as her tongue bathed my balls in wetness. 

"God, I want to fuck you," I croaked.

She spit my balls out with a plop and looked up at me. "No can do big boy. Sucky sucky, no fucky fucky." My cock disappeared down her throat again, stifling any complaints from me.

She worked her mouth on my cock, taking it all the way in then slipping her lips back until just the head was being lathered with her tongue. A couple of times she pulled completely off and licked the underside of my shaft like a lollipop. Each time I got close to squirting she'd stop sucking and just hold my cock in her mouth until the urge to shoot passed. My knees began to tremble and I felt one of her hands slip into my ass crack. The tip of a finger touched my butthole and lazily circled it. Stella leaned forward and swallowed my whole cock; at the same time I felt pressure from the finger poking at my anus. Stella's throat contracted around the head of my cock and her fingertip plunged up my ass at the same time. My balls emptied in a gush of volcanic proportions. Time stood still. I felt faint. When I was able to focus I was sitting in the chair and Stella was putting her tools away. I don't know if I had wrapped the towel back around myself or if she had. However it had gotten there didn't matter, just that it was there. Grandma's truck came roaring up and slid to a stop next to Stella's car. 

Stella met Grandma at the door and was handed an envelope that I assumed was payment for my trim. The two exchanged hushed whispers, and then Stella turned and thanked me for the tip before stepping outside. I watched through the window as Grandma walked Stella to her car. I was still trying to figure out what Stella had meant about a tip when Grandma returned and told me to clean up the mess on the floor. Cinching the towel tightly around my waist I found the broom and swept up the hair. When I finished I went to my room and sprawled out across my bed. Stella's knob-job had left me totally drained. It wasn't long before my eyes shut and I fell sound asleep.

I awoke with a start shortly after noon, a strange noise drifting in through my open bedroom window. Getting up I went over and peered into the backyard. Grandma was stretched out on the lounge chair in her bathing suit with a tall glass of shine in one hand. She had her eyes closed and small moaning sounds came from her direction. I stuck my head further out the window to get a better look. The towel still wrapped around me began to tent as I noticed she had a finger under her suit at the leg opening. I could see movement under the fabric near her mound as she rubbed herself. More moans rushed out, slightly louder this time, as her finger worked faster on her clit. My hand pulled the towel away from my body and my fingers curled around my stiff shaft. Without even knowing I was doing it my strokes started to match Grandma's frenzied fingering. She opened her mouth wide and exhaled a wild guttural cry as her finger dipped all the way into her covered cunt. My seed splashed against the wall under the windowsill at the same time. I staggered backwards and sat abruptly on the bed.

It took me several minutes to regain my composure, and several more minutes to clean up my mess on the wall. When I finished I threw on my gym shorts and went out to join Grandma. Her eyes were still closed and the glass of shine was sitting on the ground next to her chair when I got there. It looked like she was asleep. I stood at the foot of her chair holding my breath as I took in the sight before me. She hadn't bothered to rearrange her suit at the leg opening. The fabric had slipped into the cleft of her pussy on the one side her finger had been, leaving a swollen hairy cunt lip revealed. I leaned forward and examined it closer. The hairs were slick looking in the sunlight and appeared to be soft as down. I had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the hairs and see if they really were as soft as they looked. Instead of touching I went over and hosed myself down then sat in the other lounger. Grandma's head rolled to the side and I saw her staring glassy-eyed in my direction. She made no move to cover her exposed cunt lip.

"Uh Hazel..." I whispered loud enough for her to hear.

"What?" Her eyes remained fixed to my face.

"You're kinda spilling out," I said, pointing a shaky finger at her crotch.

Lifting her head she looked down to where I was pointing, then said, "Oh my, wonder how that happened?" Without batting an eye, she reached down and stuck her finger under the fabric and pulled it back over the exposed area.

"That Stella is a good looking woman," I stated, hoping to take her mind off the fact that I had seen her cunt lip.

"I suppose, but you might want to keep your distance. Stella's not right for you," Hazel answered non-chalantly. 

"Why? She seems nice," I said, remembering the feeling of sliding deep into her throat, and wondering if Grandma might be a little jealous.

"Oh, Stella's nice alright. But trust me, you don't want to go down that road, unless you like cock." Her laughter drifted off into the distance as I stared open mouthed at her.

"What do you mean?" I managed to stammer.

Grandma turned her face toward me again and said, "Boy, you really are dense! Stella's real name is Carl." 

I could hear Grandma's cackling laughter as I leapt to my feet and ran inside. For twenty minutes I scrubbed my cock and balls raw under the shower. While I was doing that images of Stella's face drifted in and out of my head. She had worn a lot of make-up I realized. And hell, she was almost as tall as I am. The knowledge that Grandma hadn't been kidding struck me like a wrecking ball. I scrubbed harder. I trudged back to my room naked, the towel draped over my shoulder. The first thing I saw when I entered was Grandma's ass pointed up at me. She was on her hands and knees looking under my bed again. The swimsuit had ridden up into her crack when she'd bent down and I was staring blankly at the two white moons pointed in my direction. My penis began to swell, the scrubbing I'd given it making that a little uncomfortable. She used the edge of the bed to help stand up, then turned and faced me. There wasn't any sign of surprise on her face when she saw that I was naked, only fire in her eyes.

"Dust bunnies! What did I tell you I'd do if you didn't clean your room?"

"Bust my ass," I answered sheepishly.

Grandma sat down on the bed. "Get over my knee you little shit," she commanded.

"But Grandma...I'm naked," I protested.

Ignoring my plea she hollered, "Now!" 

Dropping the towel on the floor, I stood next to her and leaned over her thighs without touching them. She growled at me to do it right, and then she turned so she was sitting at an angle. This time I leaned over until my upper body was on the bed and my groin was on top of her thighs. She laid her free forearm across my back and held me down. The feel of her skin on my cock didn't help the situation any; I started getting hard almost immediately. When the first whack struck my cheek I squirmed forward instinctively. This caused my dick to nestle in-between her thighs. The second whack struck and Grandma parted her thighs just enough to let my cock fall downward. On the third whack Grandma pressed her thighs back together trapping my growing rod snugly between them. Each time she whacked my ass I'd push downward then relax. In effect, I was dry humping her thighs. And let me tell you, it was starting to feel real good. I faked several cries as she continued to spank me with ever increasing speed. Soon her speed had increased to the point I was actually pumping my cock like I would have if I were really fucking. Just when I thought I would shoot my load she stopped swatting my ass. She still held me down with her forearm, but now all she did was rub my pinkened cheeks softly. I continued to pump my cock between her thighs; I was too far gone to stop now. 

Her voice sounded odd as she said, "Here's a couple more, just in case you haven't learned your lesson."

With that she swatted my ass a few more times. That was all it took. My spunk shot out and dribbled onto the floor, with some of it landing on the backs of her calves. Panting I slowly lifted myself off her lap, trailing a dab of cum onto the top of one of her thighs as I did. I stood there shaking as she calmly rose from the bed and headed for the door. I watched her leave, some of my nut butter dripping from the backs of her legs. A second or two later I heard her bedroom door slam shut. After her door shut I got down and looked under my bed. There wasn't a single piece of dust anywhere.

Later that night she acted like nothing had happened. We ate dinner, watched some TV, and then went to bed. Not one word was mentioned about me shooting my slime onto her legs. This soon became the normal routine. She'd tan for a bit, then come in and accuse me of not getting the dust bunnies from under my bed. Sometimes she'd have me bend over her lap, and sometimes she just had me lean over with my hands on the bed. When she did that my cock wouldn't get as hard, but I knew she could see it growing. I would see her nipples trying to poke through the material of her swimsuit as she left my room each time.

About a week went by before I finally decided to put my plan into action. I waited until she'd been out tanning for a while, then ran the dust mop over the floors. Instead of taking it outside to shake it off, I took it into her room and shook it out underneath her bed. Another habit Grandma had gotten into lately was coming in and taking a shower after her tanning sessions. She would then put on her threadbare nightshirt before coming into my room and checking for the dust bunnies. Today I beat her to the shower and waited patiently in my room with just a towel wrapped around me. When she finally came in I stood up and let the towel fall to the floor. I was semi-erect already just from the anticipation. She dropped to her knees, peered under the bed and proclaimed her discovery of the non-existing dust bunnies. My cock expanded further as I took in the snow-white globes of her upturned butt. She saw the condition my dick was in and had me lean over the bed this time. I took my medicine like a good boy. 

When she was through paddling my ass my cock was fully hard. She glanced at it for several moments then rushed from the room like she always did. Only, this time I followed and rushed in just as she was climbing onto her bed. Ignoring the startled look on her face I went over and checked under her bed just like she had done to mine.

"Ah hah!" I barked triumphantly, rising to a kneeling position and glaring at her.

"What?" she squawked. 

"Dust bunnies, that's what," I shot back gleefully. 

"No fucking way!" she shrieked, jumping off the bed and dropping to the floor to see for herself.

"Told ya," I said.

"This can't be. I know I cleaned under here today," she replied uncertainly, as she slowly got to her feet.

"You know what this means, don't you Hazel?"

Grandma gazed up into my eyes and stammered, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?" I told her menacingly. 

I could see a glimmer of fright in her eyes just as she tried to push past me and reach the doorway. I threw an arm around her waist and pulled her against me, lifting her feet clear off the floor. She screamed when I flung her onto the bed, pushed her onto her stomach and placed my upper body across the small of her back so she couldn't move. Reaching down I yanked the hem of her nightshirt up until her round little ass was completely exposed. I brought my hand up and then brought it down until it smacked both cheeks at the same time. She squealed. I did it again. She squealed some more. I wasn't hitting her hard at all. Basically I was just bouncing my hand off her buns lightly. By the way she was squealing though, you'd think I was pummeling her to death. Her feet flew up and down beating the mattress forcefully, while her hands tried to lift herself out from under my weight. I had to give her credit; she was one strong cookie for being so small. It took everything I had to hold her in place. 




Grandma and the Dust Bunnies



After a couple of light smacks she shifted her weight trying to roll out from under me. Instead of my hand smacking both her cheeks my palm landed on just the one closest to me, and the tips of my fingers landed right on her hairy pussy lips. Her squeals changed in pitch. The more I paddled the one cheek while brushing my fingertips against her pussy, the more her squeals turned into moans. I also felt it becoming wetter with each new blow. I slowed my smacking until I was just rubbing her cheek with my palm with my fingers dipping ever so slightly into her slit. In-between moans she was begging me to stop.

"Okay Hazel I'll stop, but first I'm gonna give you a few more smacks like you did to me," I told her as my hand began to resume gently swatting her cheek.

"No..." Grandma groaned, her pussy lips now soaking wet.

Letting my hand land one more time I made sure my middle finger dug deeper into her slit. She pressed her face into the mattress as her body stiffened. I could hear her moaning as juices poured out of her cunt onto my fingertip. When I pulled my hand back a string of her juice was stuck briefly to the tip of my finger. I raised my finger to my nose and sniffed. It smelt musky. I rubbed the juice between my middle and index finger feeling the slickness, then brought them to my lips and sucked the juice off. It tasted tangy. My cock was stiff as a board when I stood up. Grandma kept her face planted in the bed and refused to look at me. She was panting and clinching her cheeks together. I headed back to my room wishing I had the balls to just ravage her right then and there. 

I made it to my room and picked the towel off the floor. Just as I stood all the way up I heard the pitter- patter of bare feet rushing toward me. I spun around just as Grandma launched herself at me. Her arms were flailing and she had rage in her eyes. I managed to get one hand up that caught her in the chest right between her breasts. Her momentum pushed us onto the bed with her on top. I bunched the material of her nightshirt in my hand and tried to throw her off to the side. It almost worked, but the threadbare material ripped from the neckline clear down to her navel. My eyes locked onto her exposed tits. They were firm looking and had long brown nipples jutting half an inch out from her dime-sized areolas. She took advantage of my distraction and rolled me onto my back pushing my arms above my head by the wrists. Straddling my waist she glared down into my face as she leaned over me. I couldn't tear my eyes off her nipples.

"I'm going to kick your ass you little shit!" she growled, bringing me back to my senses. 

Grandma was strong, but she wasn't a match for my strength. I pushed with my arms until I was able to grab her shoulders and fling her to the side. She fell off and I rolled with her, landing on top between her spread legs. Quickly I grabbed her wrist and pushed her arms above her head and held them there. She was snorting like an enraged bull as she fought to throw me off. Her squirming only made her tits jiggle, fueling the blood that rushed to my cock. To get a better hold on her I slid upwards on her body. It wasn't until the head of my cock bumped against the outer folds of her slick slit that we both stopped struggling. She opened her mouth to say something but I didn't give her a chance. I slid higher up and the head of my cock parted the puffy outer lips and slipped inside her. She didn't move, but her face went through all sorts of changes. First she looked angry, then almost sad, and then she looked shocked as she widened her legs and more of my cock slid into her. We just stared at each other. The feel of her pussy wrapped around my dick's head was glorious. Hot, wet and throbbing with life.

Slowly I let go of her wrist and held myself up with one arm as I reached down with the other hand and took her long nipple between my fingers. As soon as I pinched it she moaned deep in her throat and closed her eyes. I pushed another inch deeper into her soaking tunnel. Her hips rose up forcing another couple of inches inside her pussy. I could feel her walls resisting the intrusion of my bloated cock. I pulled back slightly then pushed forward again. Her cunt opened and swallowed two-thirds of my rigid rod. Her pussy muscles began to clasp at my shaft as I slowly worked the rest of my cock into my Grandmother. When I had it all stuffed in her she opened her eyes and smiled up at me. 

"If you're going to fuck me, at least give me a kiss first," she whispered.

I brought my lips gently down on hers. She kissed me back and wrapped her arms around my shoulders pulling me down on top of her. There was a hunger in her kiss as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues collided and began wrestling. She pumped her hips upward faster and faster while I pulled back then plunged inward, matching her thrust for thrust. The way her cunt clamped around my cock made me feel like I was fucking for the very first time. I'd never experienced such wonderful feelings along my shaft before. It didn't take long before Grandma's pussy became soggy from all the juices she was exuding. The slickness coating my cock made sliding in and out of her heat so much easier. I pumped faster, driving my cock harder and deeper into her. The sound of my balls bouncing off her ass resonated in the room. I could feel my balls start to tighten.

"Oh fuck me with that fat prick you little bastard!" Grandma shouted as she strained to meet my downward thrusts.

Sweat soaked our bodies, our breathing ragged. I could feel my cock swell even more as the tightness in my balls reached its peak. Grandma felt it too.

"Yes...yes...yes," she chanted, raking her nails down my back painfully.

"Fuuccckkkk Grandma!" I squealed, my sperm shooting out in mighty gushes flooding her cunt. 

"UUUGGGGGHHHHHH!" Grandma screamed, as her teeth bit into my shoulder and her cunt cream poured out around my thick shaft and coated my balls.

I cupped the sides of her head and kissed her passionately. Slowing some I continued to fuck in and out of her, my cock not quite as hard but still functional. Her hips slowed then stopped, but her muscles worked my shaft with each stroke I made. It didn't take long before I felt the familiar tightening around my cock once more.

"Oh My God! I'm cumming again," Grandma wailed.

More cream flowed out and dribbled down her ass crack. I knew I wasn't even close to shooting again, but the feeling of her wet sucking cunt around me prevented me from wanting to pull out just yet. Lazily I pumped into her for a few more minutes. When I finally stopped I still didn't pull out of her sopping wet hole. It felt too good. Instead I eased myself down on top of her and rested my head on her shoulder. Her nipples tickled as they pressed into my chest. 

"Well turd, I have to say that I certainly didn't expect that," she purred, her hands rubbing gently on my back.

"Well, now you know what will happen if I find any more dust bunnies under your bed," I whispered back.

"Damn dust bunnies!" she snickered.

It's been nearly a month since then. I went out back and saw Grandma stretched out on her lounger lying on her stomach. She was completely naked; the pale white skin on her ass was slowly becoming golden brown. I made a mental note to remind her to pick up some more tanning lotion the next time she went into town. I walked over and stood at the foot of her chair staring down at those glorious ass cheeks of hers. My cock swiftly filled with blood and grew extremely hard.

"Hazel?"

"Yes turd?"

"Guess what I just found under our bed?"

"What?"

"Dust bunnies!"

"Oh damn," she snickered.

Spreading my feet apart I crept up with the lounger between my legs just as she raised herself onto all fours. Taking one hand I placed it on her ass while guiding my cock with the other one. Like always she was soaking wet by the time the head of my cock entered her from behind. With my hands on her hips I slowly pushed until I was buried all the way in and my balls were snug against her clit. The thought that I should send a letter to my parents thanking them for sending me here popped into my head. I smiled and began to hammer Grandma's pussy with renewed vigor.