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Grandma Goes Hog Wild Ch. 01

By: earlbrowder



Sure, maybe I had some screwed up priorities. My dad was more certain. I had just turned 21 and he had just kicked me out of his house. I had dropped out of college a couple of years before after three lackluster semesters on a football scholarship at State U. Toned up and buffed out after years of football playing, I'd quickly been hired as a bouncer at a local nightclub. I picked up work during the days doing construction work for a local contractor, the father of my best bud in high school.

I was living in the apartment above the garage at my dad's house and spent most of my free time on three things: fucking chicks from the club; working out in the garage; and tinkering with my bike - - an ancient Yamaha. I got kicked out of my apartment just as things were looking up: I had just experienced my first threesome, and I had just bought a brand new Suzuki Boulevard - - a 1500 cc, fuel injected, black and chrome beast of beauty. I loved that machine and loved the feel of it pulling me along the road like some mighty bronco. 

I had joined a riding club - - mainly older guys who worked in factories and garages. We did a long ride on Saturdays, usually heading out to a nearby state park or, in the summers, a lake and just hanging around drinking beer, talking bikes, and getting goofy.

I had just pulled my bike into the garage one early Saturday night, exhausted after the long ride, when my dad gave me the bad news.

"You're a fuckup, Mike," he said sternly. "Your mom and I tried to give you the best we could. And you just go out and screw around."

I took off my leathers and my gloves.

"Yeah, right," I said in a bored tone. "Whatever. Can we have this discussion tomorrow or Monday or whenever."

My dad's face got red. "Listen here. I think the reason you're such a fuckup is that we've been too easy on you. Me and your mom. Those days are over."

He paused and I pulled a warm can of beer out of one of my saddlebags. I could see the old man almost trembling with anger.

"Put that beer down," he practically shouted. I popped the top of the beer, took a long swig, and slowly placed it on the workbench.

"You're out of here," my dad continued, crossing his arms over his chest. "Pack your shit up. I want you out of here by tomorrow morning. No if's, and's, or but's. If you're not gone, I'll move you out myself."

What? My jaw dropped. I started to stutter an answer, but he only turned and stalked back into the house. I threw my gloves against the wall. Yeah, I thought to myself, fuck you and fuck your white picket fence house and your fucking two car garage. I grabbed my gear and headed up to my apartment.

I packed my stuff angrily into a duffel back. As I packed, I was thinking about where I'd spend the night. The best option was my biker friend, Gunner, who lived in a mobile home on the outskirts of town. I called him up. We had a short conversation in which Gunner revealed that he and his old lady were fighting like cats and dogs.

"Yo, man," Gunner said in his stoner drawl. "I'd put you up bro, but the bitch would cut my balls off. Try calling Pancho."

Pancho was a hugely obese guy who rode a pimped out Harley and lived with his mother. No thanks, I thought to myself. Then an idea hit me. My grandmother. She lived on the other side of town in a little two bedroom bungalow. She'd always been sweet on me. And, ever since my dad divorced my mom, she'd had nothing but bad to say about him. Perfect.

I called granny up and explained things to her.

"Oh honey," she sighed. "Your dad always was an angry, rash man. He's never treated you right. You get yourself over here. Grandma will give you a place to sleep."

I thanked her, hung up, strapped my duffel to my bike, peed in the center of the garage, and fired up my motorcycle. With a screeching tailfish, I roared out of my dad's driveway and cruised on over to Grandma's.

I pulled up in front of Granny's house and parked my bike. Grandma opened the door and stood on the porch, waving to me. I took a good look at her. She was short and compactly built, with thick silver hair that draped down her back. I remembered her big, pretty green eyes and that wide, easy smile. As I approached the porch, I noted how she was in great shape for a lady in her late 50s. She was wearing jeans and a tight white blouse. Her tits were big and rode high up on her chest. Her waist was thin and her legs, while full, were shapely. Not quite the 20-something hard bodies I loved to pick up from the club, but not hard on the eyes either.

Grandma gave me a hug as I stepped onto the porch and I was enveloped in a cloud of sweet perfume. Her soft cheek brushed against mine.

"Hello baby," she whispered into my ear, rubbing my back with her hand. "It's so good to see you."

We went inside where grandma had laid out a feast on the dining room table. We ate and talked - - mostly about what a rotten guy my dad was.

"Mike," grandma said, as she whisked our empty plates off the table. "I was hoping you'd given up riding that motorcycle. Those are so dangerous."

I laughed. "No grandma. They're safe if you know what you're doing."

She clucked her disapproval and dropped the subject.

Over the next couple of weeks, I settled into grandma's house. I had to cool out on the girls - - but there was always so much drama involved with them, that I began to enjoy the break. I joined a gym and kept working out. And, I basically transformed grandma's garage into my motorcycle repair shop. 

Most nights, I'd be working on my bike and grandma would come out with a cold bottle of beer for me. She'd sit on a stool while I worked on the bike and we chatted. It was great to have someone so nice and sweet to hang out with. And as time went by, grandma overcame her resistance to the bike and even started expressing some curiosity about it.

Finally, one warm summer night as I worked on the bike, grandma got up off the stool and came over to examine the motorcycle.

"Mike," she said, running her hand along the seat bench. "This does look kind of comfortable."

I laughed. "Grandma, there's nothing more relaxing than a nice ride on a bike on a warm summer night."

She smiled. "Really?"

I laughed again. "Go on, saddle up. See what it feels like."

Grandma grinned and swung her leg over the seat. She wobbled a bit and I grabbed her arm to steady her. She settled into the seat nervously and grabbed the handlebars.

"Well," she said with a grin. "This does feel pretty comfortable."

She rubbed her ass across the seat.

"You look great, grandma," I said, keeping my hand on her back to steady her. "Let's go for a ride."

She laughed. "Oh no, Mike. I don't think so."

I pushed her gently back in the seat and squeezed in front of her.

"Oh god," she squealed. "I'm going to fall off."

"Wrap your arms around me," I said as I backed the bike out of the garage.

I turned the bike around in the driveway, pulled the clutch in, and started up the bike. The engine roared into life, humming smoothly beneath us, and I felt grandma's arms tighten around my waist.

"I don't know, Mike," she shouted into my ear.

I gunned the bike a couple of times. "It's okay. Just hold on. We'll take it around the block. A short ride."

She squeezed my waist tightly and I nudged the accelerator. Soon, we were whipping down the block with the warm wind blowing past us. It was a great night for a bike ride - - the air was gentle and humid, the streets were quiet, and the bike was running like a charm.

Instead of turning to head around the block, I took a right and we drove down along the main drag in grandma's part of town. Grandma was holding on tight and as we pulled tooled down the road, she leaned her cheek against my shoulder. I smiled. We drove out of town, sped across a country road, and then turned back around for home. We pulled into the driveway. I put my feet down on the pavement and cut off the bike.

"Well," I asked. "What do you think?"

Grandma sighed. "Wow, that was fun!!!! It's so exciting - - like a ride at the county fair or something. And, you're such a good driver!"

I laughed and helped her off the bike. She brushed her clothes off and gave me a big hug.

"Thanks, baby," she said, holding my hands. "I haven't' had so much fun with a guy since your grandpa died."

I laughed and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Anytime, grandma."

And, so, grandma and I began our nightly bike rides. For a week, after dinner, I'd have my beer and work on my bike. Then, we'd hop on the bike and ride for 20 or 30 minutes - - usually out into quiet country roads that surrounded granny's house. Grandma really got a kick out of it and seemed to look forward to our nightly drive. She even started borrowing my biker mags and browsing them during the day.

Imagine my surprise when one night, about a week and a half after we'd started our biking adventures, grandma came into the garage dressed in biker leathers!!! She came into the garage tentatively with a big smile. Wow, I thought to myself. She looked great wearing a tank top under a tight leather vest that pushed her big titties up and outward. She had on tight leather pants which showed off her thighs and her big, firm ass. Instead of motorcycle boots, grandma had found some black leather high-heel boots that ran up past her knees.

I wolf whistled at her. "Wow, here comes my hot biker chick!!"

Grandma giggled. "Do you like it?"

"Sure do," I said, taking her by the hand and spinning her around. "It would be my honor to give a hot chick like you a ride on my horse!"

I led her to my bike and helped her up onto the seat. We took off out of the garage and out onto the road. Grandma squeezed my waist tight as we took one long curve after another under the full moon. We drove further into the remote countryside. As we moved along the quiet roads, I could feel grandma squirming on the seat behind me. 

"You okay?" I shouted over my shoulder.

"I'm great," she shouted back. "I just feel so good . . . on the bike . . in my new outfit . .with my biker boy!!!"

She and I laughed together. As I maneuvered the bike, I felt grandma's hands start to drop across my abs and then come to rest on my thighs. She squeezed a thigh in each hand, and I looked down briefly to watch her long red fingernails digging into my jeans. It felt good and I spread my legs wider in pleasure. Grandma's hands grew more insistent, squeezing and kneading my thigh muscles. I felt her hunching tighter against my back and I felt her big tits smashed up against my shoulders. 

This was getting kind of hot. And, I could feel my cock responding by growing longer and harder. Pretty soon, the combination of things - - the bike's vibrations, the warm rushing air, grandma's playful hands - - had my cock crawling down the leg of my pants. Granny's fingers were dancing along my thighs and it was only a matter of time before they discovered my hard cock. Sure enough, I felt her right hand brush against the lump in my jeans. Her hand paused. She pulled her left hand off my leg and wrapped her arm around my waist, squeezing tight. She rested her other hand on my cock, gently and lightly. I growled with pleasure.

It was getting harder and harder to pay attention to the road as my cock grew harder and harder. But, I kept my mind on driving even as my body responded to granny's hands. Soon, her right hand began pressing against my cock. I could feel her upper body squirming against my back. She began running her hand up and down my cock, gently at first and then more quickly and roughly. She began squeezing my dick and I could hear her deep breathing in my ear. 

I knew that if things continued this way, we'd end up wrecked against one of the trees or fenceposts flashing by us. A dirt road appeared ahead on our right. I slowed the bike down and turned onto the dusty road. Grandma was still squeezing my dick. I pushed the bike up a hill and around a curve until we were well out of sight of the main road. Then, I braked the bike and gently pulled it to a stop. I planted my feet on the ground and took my hands off the handlbars. I leaned backward a bit. Grandma sighed and applied her free hand to my cock. She massaged my dick through my jeans, squeezing and stroking it with both her hands. I pulled one hand off my cock and started sucking on her fingers. She moaned.

With a grunt, I pushed myself off the bike and stumbled to my feet. My long stiff dick made it more difficult to get my balance. Grandma sat on the bike, her hands at her sides, her eyes fixed on mine. I grabbed her hand and yanked her off the motorcycle. I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her roughly to me. She gasped and I jammed my lips hard against hers. With a deep moan, she opened her mouth and our tongues met, lashing wildly against each other.

I was on fire. I unzipped her leather vest and attacked her tits with my hands, squeezing and pinching her huge, soft breasts. She squeezed my cheeks between her hands and attacked my mouth even more ferociously with her tongue.

I pushed her vest off her shoulders and pulled the straps of her tank top down over her shoulders. Her huge white tits rolled out of her top and I attached my lips hungrily to her nipples, sucking and nibbling each in turn.

"Oh, Mikey," grandma groaned. "We can't do this, baby. It's not right."

"Shut up," I growled from between her tits. 

Grandma groaned again and I felt her hands scrabbling at the front of my jeans.

"Wait," I said, pulling my tongue and lips off her tits.

I stood and began unbuttoning my jeans.

"Oh yes, baby," grandma moaned. "Yes, baby. That's it."

I pulled my jeans down to my thighs and pulled my cock out of my underwear. It was rock hard - long and thick. Grandma squealed and wrapped her hands around it. The warm soft skin of her hands felt like velvet on my dick. I leaned my torso back and let her pull and push on my cock. I thought I was going to explode.

Grandma murmured something and, still holding on to my dick, pushed her tits up against my chest. I grunted and reached around to squeeze her ass. It was wide and firm and I attacked it with my big hands, roughly squeezing and pinching her jeans between my fingers.

Grandma groaned again. I reached down and hurriedly unbuckled her jeans, pushing her pants and her undies down her legs. She pushed her mouth up against mine and thrust her tongue between my lips. I leaned down, forcing her backwards. I looped an arm around her waist and lowered her to the ground. She lay there, her big tits spread across her chest and her sparsely haired mound naked in the moonlight. I stood over her and licked my lips. As I kicked my shoes off and leaned down to pull my pants off, grandma hurriedly pulled her boots off.

"That's it, Mikey," she moaned, gazing up at my cock as she struggled with her boots. "That's it baby."

My jeans came off, and I leaned down to yank her other boot off. Then, I pulled her jeans off her legs and she lay there below me, her tank top gathered at her waist, her magnificent tits rising and falling with her gasps, and her legs spread wide. I grinned and stroked my dick. Grandma reached up to pull me down on top of her. I settled down onto my elbows and we sucked each others' tongues. Grandma was whinnying with pleasure.

She grabbed my cock in her hands and started to push it toward her pussy.

"No," I grunted. "Wait."

I pulled my mouth off of hers and rose to my knees. I grabbed one of her legs and pulled it over so that she was lying on her stomach.

"Oh Mikey," grandma squealed, pushing herself to her knees and pushing her ass up towards me. "Oh, baby."

I smacked her big white ass and then grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing each one firmly.

"Damn, granny," I said. "You have got one hell of fine ass ass."

Grandma moaned and pushed her ass up against my crotch. I laughed.

"I need to tap this big, lovely ass .. and tap it hard."

Grandma let out a deep moan and dropped her head to the ground. With a grunt, I pushed my cock into her hot, tight pussy. I wanted to enter her slowly, but she jammed her ass hard against my crotch and my cock drove deep into her. I paused, relishing the feel of my cock gripped by her smooth pussy. Then, with another grunt, I began pumping my dick in and out of her. Her ass cheeks wobbled with each thrust of my cock and grandma groaned and sighed as I jacked my hips harder and faster against her big, beautiful ass. I took her hips in my hands and raised my hips up, hammering away at her ass. She groaned deeply and I felt her body shudder. 

With two or three more hard, rough shoves of my cock, I felt myself ready to climax. I looped both arms around her waist, squeezed tight, and jammed my dick hard into her pussy as my cock exploded. I groaned and shook my hips, emptying my cum deep into her. Grandma launched a series of high-pitched grunts. I gasped and shook my hips and pulled her up by the waist, trying to thrust the last of my climax even deeper into her.

"Ohhhh," she sighed, throwing her head back. "Oh, baby. Hmmmmm. That feels so good."

I grunted and pushed her back down onto her elbows, thrusting my cock in and out, trying to keep fucking even though my cock had already emptied itself. Grandma grunted in time to my thrusts. With one final deep thrust, I collapsed forward onto grandma, forcing her body down onto the ground under me. My crotch rode atop her mountainous ass. I caught my breath and rolled off grandma and onto my side. I was breathing heavily and my cock, still semi-erect, wiggled in the open air.

Grandma remained lying down on her stomach, her head buried in her hands. I could see her shoulders rising and falling with her deep breaths. Her back was covered in a film of sweat. Neither of us spoke for five or ten minutes. Our breathing relaxed. My cock deflated to its regular size. I sighed, feeling my body uncoil. Grandma was hardly moving. I saw her clenching and unclenching her hands next to her face, which was turned away from me.

I ran my eyes up and down her body. She was built well, with lots of soft padding but no real fat. Her skin was pale and white. Her ass mounds rose up into the moonlight and her thighs were gently splayed apart. Her silver hair was draped across her shoulder blades. Watching her, I felt my cock starting to stiffen again.

I reached over and began stroking her ass cheeks. Grandma sighed. Her cheeks tensed and relaxed. Her skin felt so smooth and warm. I began to rub and squeeze her ass and she responded by gently raising her cheeks up to meet my hands. I murmured as my cock started to rise upward toward the sky.

I slid a hand down her deep ass crack and began fingering her tight ass hole. Grandma leaned her head on the ground and pushed her ass harder against my hand. Licking my lips, I turned over and rose up. I slid my hips across her ass and, with my finger now well up her asshole, I settled my crotch down between her legs. Grandma sighed.

I pulled my finger out of her asshole and gave my cock a few quick strokes. Gently, I pushed it against her pussy lips. Grandma pushed backward with her hips and my cock slid into her still dripping pussy. This time, we fucked more slowly with me on top, sliding my dick in and out of granny's ass. She rose up on her elbows and dropped her head, concentrating on the slow, sensuous rhythm created by my hips and her humping her ass up to meet my cock. I planted my hands on either side of her shoulders.  

We fucked like this, slowly and quietly, for ten minutes, until I felt myself ready to cum. I pulled my dick out of her pussy and slid it between her ass cheeks. Grandma gasped and I began to fuck her ass cheeks more insistently, groaning at the pleasure of my slick cock encased in her abundant ass flesh. I was almost ready to cum when grandma suddenly pushed her hips up and then down, leaving me on my knees, my engorged cock sticking out in front of me. 


Grandma Goes Hog Wild Ch. 01



Grandma turned over and with a lascivious smile got to her own knees, facing me. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pushed her tongue into my mouth. As she crammed her big tits tight against my chest, she dropped her other hand to stroke my cock. She pulled her mouth away from mine and put her cheek next to mine. I could hear her panting in my ear.

"Cum for me,baby," she panted into my ear. "Make that big cock cum, baby,"

Her stroking increased in speed. My cock was ready to blow up.

"Cum for me, Mikey," she groaned into my ear. "Cum, baby. Oh, baby. Make that big cock of yours cum for your grandma."

I groaned and my dick exploded in pleasure, sticky cum shooting all over grandma. As my cock jerked and twitched, grandma moaned and kept jerking me off. I hastily grabbed one of her tits in one hand and squeezed tightly.

"That's it, baby," grandma moaned. "That's it. Oh, honey. I love you so much baby. I love you so much."

I stopped cumming even as my dick kept spasming. My whole body seemed to relax at once and, with granny's arm still around my neck, I groaned and tumbled backward, pulling her on top of me. She laughed and released her grip on my dick. I felt her full, voluptuous body spread itself on top of me. I sighed. Grandma rubbed her hips against my crotch and sighed. She stroked my chest hair as I took a deep breath and rested my hands on her ass.

Later, we stood and pulled our clothes on. Dreamily, and speechlessly, we climbed back on the bike and drove home. I felt like I was drugged - - totally relaxed and mellow. I parked the bike at home and helped grandma off. She smiled and gave me a kiss. I stumbled into bed. Grandma pulled of my clothes, left the room, and returned with a cold bottle of beer.

"Thanks, gran," I said, sitting up in bed.

"No baby," she answered. "Thank you."

She gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead and stood. She left the room. I gulped down some ice cold brew and stretched. I dropped the empty beer bottle next to the bed, rolled over, and fell asleep.

So began our nightly fuck-rides. For a week, every night after dinner, grandma would enter the garage and we'd saddle up. We'd ride along country roads, with grandma playing with my dick, until we found a new spot - - quiet and remote. We would fuck - - sometimes quickly and roughly, sometimes slowly and sensuously. Often, we'd fuck on the bike, with grandma draped on her stomach over the seat and me pounding her from behind. Or, with her sitting facing me and bounding up and down on my long, hard cock. We never fucked at home, saving ourselves instead for those long country rides. 

I quickly forgot about the girls at the club. But, I kept riding with my club on Saturdays, and soon started taking granny along with me on the club rides. There, things took a whole different turn. But, that's for the next installment.



Grandma Goes Hog Wild Ch. 02



As grandma and I fucked more often, we discovered more about what we liked. We both liked rough, passionate sex. I loved fucking her in all kind of positions - - from behind, on the motorcycle, standing up. Grandma loved to stroke my cock - - sliding her hands up and down on it, squeezing it, playing with my balls. Some nights, we'd drive out to the country, find a remote spot, strip naked, and grandma would get on her knees and just play with my cock until I came. I've always enjoyed a good blowjob, but I never really knew how exquisite a good handjob could be until grandma showed me.

A Saturday rolled around and my weekly club ride approached. I asked grandma if she'd like to come with me. She agreed - - enthusiastically. I think that passionate sex and riding a motorcycle had really loosened her up - - making her feel younger, more adventurous, willing to take more risks. She positively glowed during the day.

Saturday morning was bright and warm. The club rally point was a 7-11 on the south side of town. I got up early, tinkered with the bike, and changed into a pair of clean jeans, boots, and a leather vest without an undershirt. As I headed out to the garage to pull the bike into the driveway, grandma came out of the house. She looked fantastic. She was wearing a new leather bra that showcased her big tits, some really, really tight jeans, and a pair of short cut motorcycle boots. Her hair was gathered into a ponytail. It was all I could do not to nail her right there in the front yard.

She climbed on the bike, gave my cock a quick stroke or two, jammed her tongue into my ear, and we were off for the rally point.

Most of the club members were older than me - - in their thirties or forties. They were good guys. A little booze and pot maybe, but no meth or crank or harder stuff. A lot of the guys brought their girlfriends or wives with them along on rides. And, let me tell you, these were not the kind of chicks you see on the cover of Iron Horse magazine. Most were pretty worn-out looking. Some were downright ugly. Still, the point was to get together, ride, and have some fun.

I pulled into the 7-11 parking lot with grandma on the back of my bike and the guys waved to me. Granny and I had decided not to reveal our family relationship. Instead, I just introduced her as Shirley. Of course, no one in the club went by their real name. Everybody used their "club" name. I was "Elway" because of my football playing. We had: Gunner, Pancho, Shorty, Crank, Dillweed, and about nine or ten others. Grandma and I stood with the group as we all joked together. Later, as we were about to mount up, Gunner sidled up to me.

"Man, Elway," he half whispered. "I didn't know you were into older chicks."

I laughed. "I'm into chicks period, compadre."

He laughed. "I can see that. Man, that girl's cans are spectacular. Who cares if she's old enough to be my mom. She's one hot bitch."

I slugged him on the shoulder and laughed.

"Okay," he continued. "You and Mom be careful out there."

His face lit up in a smile. "Yeah. Mom. That's her club name."

I grinned.

"Hey, Mom," Gunner called out to grandma. "Why don't you and Elway saddle up and we can show you what the road looks like."

Grandma smiled and gave me a hug. We French kissed and then got on the bike. Soon, a long snake of 12 motorcycles was wending its way out of town, along the main highway, and north to Spooner Lake. Grandma clung to me as the wind whipped through our hair and as the hot July sun beat down on our bare shoulders. I could tell she was happy. She kept squeezing me around the waist and rubbing her cheek against my shoulder blades. 

Because it takes a bit of an eccentric to ride a motorcycle on Saturdays in a group, most of the guys didn't even give me and grandma a second glance. The "civilians" (as Gunner called them) that we passed did give us second, and even third looks. But we didn't care. We were having a great time. In fact, several times when cars pulled up next to us and slowed down to get a look, Grandma raised herself off the seat and stuck her tongue in my ear. Showing off our love in defiance of the drivers' stares.

We got to Spooner Lake, dismounted, and drank some beer. There was a lot of joking around, and Gunner made "Mom's" club name public. After a couple of hours, we drove home. Grandma and I peeled off from the club outside of town and found a quiet spot to release our pent up horniness.

The next Saturday was an overnight ride. We were to head east toward a larger lake that featured a beach. A week passed and grandma eagerly donned her sexy biker outfit, I put on my jeans and vest, we met up with the club at the 7-11, and arrived at Monticello Lake by late afternoon. We drank and partied and scoured the woods for brush to build a bonfire on the beach of the lake. A couple of guys swam in the lake in their skivvies. We cooked some steaks that Crank's wife had brought, lit up the bonfire, and settled back for some serious drinking.

Grandma and I with our backs against a log, my arm circled around her waist and hers around my shoulder, while the bonfire danced in front of us and the guys started goofing around. We were all pretty drunk.

Cueball, a tall, skinny, bald guy, put some old r 'n b on the boom box and announced that we were going to have a sexy dance contest. His girlfriend, a really fat woman with a laugh that shook her whole body, hopped up and the two of them did the least sexy dance I'd ever seen. They sat down and another couple popped up. The longer the dance contest went on, the crazier the couples became. By the time Dillweed danced with his wife, she was licking his chest and he was squeezing her tits as they swayed to the music. 

I was starting to get horny, and so was Grandma. She kept leaning over to plunge her tongue into my mouth and I started groping her tits down in her vest. 

"Hey, Elway," Gunner shouted across the fire. "Your turn, young stuff."

I laughed and pulled grandma to her feet. We moved out into the center of the circle. At first we just shimmied and rubbed up against each other, but soon our desire for each other started winning out. Grandma looped her arms around my neck and we French-kissed while I squeezed and massaged her ass cheeks.

"Damn," someone shouted out. "Get sexy!!!"

Soon the club started chanting: "Elway," "Mom," "Elway," "Mom."

Grandma looked up into my eyes, licked her lips, and flashed me a horny grin. I laughed. She unbuttoned my vest and began licking my chest, slowly twirling her tongue around my nipples and sucking on each one. My cock started to grow as I grabbed her tits and mashed them together. The club was still chanting and as I looked around I could see some serious cockstroking going on.

Grandma stood up and turned around with her back to me. She began to slowly twist her ass against my crotch in time to the music. I dropped my hands to her enormous tits, bulging out of her vest, and began to really massage them. She flung her head back and we kissed long and deep. Then, as I kept playing with her tits, grandma began to slowly unbutton her vest. She opened it up and flashed her stupendous tits to the club and the guys whooped and hollered. I grabbed a big pink nipple in each hand and began thumbing her nipples with rough, hard squeezes. I could hear grandma panting. She slowly pulled the vest completely off and put her hands on top of mine, encouraging me to squeeze harder.

By now my cock felt like a rocket ready to launch and grandma could feel my hard log as it rubbed up against her ass. The guys in the club were going wild - - shouting, whooping, and chanting "Mom," "Mom," "Mom."

Grandma was getting hot and clearly getting super turned on by the guys and by our public display of horniness. She turned back around to face me. She grabbed her tits in her hands and began rubbing them back and forth across my chest. Then, slowly she rubbed her way down to my crotch. She squatted on her feet and circled my waist with her arms and began massaging my crotch with her big tits. The whole while she stared up at me with her big green eyes.

The shouting and whooping intensified. Grandma released my hips and started to slowly unbuckle my belt and then unbutton my pants. I thrust my crotch toward her and she hurriedly unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. My hard cock sprang out into the firelight. A roar of glee went up from the club. I looked around to see that most of the guys had their dicks out, and most of the girls were either stroking the guys' cocks or rubbing their tits.

Grandma wrapped her big warm tits around my cock and I started to slowly fuck the deep cavern surrounding my dick. Grandma was panting heavily and concentrating on the sight of my big, fat dick sliding in and out of her cleavage. With a sigh, she grabbed my dick with both hands and started squeezing and kneading it. She began licking the insides of my thighs and under my balls. Shadows flickered over my body and across her face as she bathed my crotch in warm, wet bliss. I looked out to the club members to see that several of them were already fucking their wives and girlfriends. The rest were watching grandma and me with rapt attention. I leaned my head back and enjoyed grandma's attention.

I felt granny's lips slowly close around the head of my cock and a shiver ran up my back. Still holding onto it with both her hands, she began to slowly feed my dick into her mouth, washing it with her tongue and sucking ever so gently. She had soon swallowed my whole cock and I could feel her lips against my pubic hairs. I felt her grunt with pleasure and then begin milking my dick with her mouth.

My cock felt good and I wanted it to feel better. I took grandma's long silver hair in my hands and began pulling her mouth on and off my cock. She quickly built up a furious rhythm as I skullfucked her hard and rough, yanking her mouth on and off my dick. She grunted and groaned as my cock banged away at her mouth. I was ready to explode, so I quickly jerked my dick out of her mouth and looked down at granny. She had a half-stoned look on her face and her jaw hung slackly open.

She looked up at me and I gave her a hard push backwards. She grunted as she fell back onto the sandy beach. Quickly, I leaned down and began unbuttoning her jeans. As I unzipped her, grandma raised her hips and I yanked her jeans down and pulled them over her motorcycle boots.

I stood above her with my cock in my hand, my eyes drinking in the sight of her zeppelin-sized tits, her luxurious thighs, and her pussy mound. Grandma moaned and spread her thighs, raising her motorcycle boots into the air. I could hear the bikers around me moaning and groaning in the dark as they fucked or masturbated. I continued stroking my cock and grandma snaked a hand down to her pussy and shoved a finger deep inside.

"Baby," she moaned. "Don't make me wait. Give me that big cock. Give it to me, honey."

I smiled and dropped to my knees. I scooted up between her thighs and plunged my cock in one swift motion deep inside her. Grandma practically shouted as my cock disappeared into her pussy. I didn't stop for a second but began fucking her hard and fast, jackhammering my dick in and out of her. She shrieked and grabbed my shoulders, her tits rolling and shaking as I pounded her. As she rolled her head back and forth in ecstasy, I leaned down and attacked her nipples with my mouth - - chewing, sucking, mashing their big rubbery hardness between my teeth. Granny gasped and dug her hands into my ass, her long sharp nails tearing across my cheeks.

I shouted with pleasure and redoubled my efforts, smacking my hips harder and harder against her crotch, driving my dick deeper and deeper into her. With a groan, I raised my mouth from her tits and felt my cock explode inside her sopping wet pussy. Stars flashed across my eyes as I arched my back to jam my cock in as deeply as I could. Grandma shouted, "Baaaaaaaby," and raised her hips in a violent thrust upward to meet my climax. I came for what seemed like hours, my cock tingling and pulsing with pleasure until, finally, the pleasure washed over me. My hips started back up again involuntarily. Grandma lay limply below me moaning and groaning, her hands thrown to her sides.

Slowly, my thrusts diminished. I pulled my cock out granny's pussy and I rolled off her to the side. I looked at her, lying there, splayed out, the flickering shadows of firelight running up and down her body. I groaned and gave her a deep kiss. She returned the kiss, grasping my head in her hands. With a sigh, I dropped onto my back. Grandma sighed as well, her tits rising like huge mountains and then settling back onto the sand. 

I blinked a looked around the campfire. Some people were still fucking. Others lay together in slumped bliss. Gunner's wife was bobbing her head up and down on his cock as he sat back with his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

I smiled and shut my eyes. A couple of minutes later, I was asleep in the warm summer air.

How much time passed, I don't know. But I was wakened from my sleep by my grandmother's groaning. I shook my head and looked over at her. Gunner was poised atop grandma, his cock half inside her pussy. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her head was craned backward with pleasure. Gunner was grunting as he began fucking her.

He looked over to me with a grin.

"Sorry, buddy," he said between grunts. "I just had to get me some."

I smiled and looked at grandma who looked back at me with a smile and then ran her tongue across her lips. I laughed. My cock stirred, and I propped myself up on my elbow, turned toward Gunner and granny. My cock dangled along my thigh. I watched as Gunner continued to fuck grandma and granny closed her eyes and moaned. She opened them again and reached toward me with her hand.

I crawled around to her head and dropped my cock onto grandma's lips. She pushed out her tongue and began licking my cock, reaching up to grab it at the base. I could hear Gunner moan at the sight of granny's mouth on my dick. With a grunt, she pulled my cock between her lips and sucked hard. I grunted and began fucking her mouth while Gunner pounded away at her pussy.

"Jesus," I gasped. "You are one hot bitch."

Grandma gurgled as my cock disappeared again down her throat. I heard Gunner give a shout and turned to see him shaking his hips as he climaxed inside granny. She locked her legs around his waist and squeezed him tight to her. While I continued to fuck her mouth, Gunner sighed and rolled out from between her thighs.

"Shit, Mom," he muttered. "I came like a fucking freight train."

I saw grandma's lips spread in a smile around my cock. She turned onto her side, her mouth still fastened to my cock, and grabbed my dick in both hands. She gobbled up my cock like it was an emergency, bobbing her head up and down rapidly, pushing my dick deep into her mouth. I felt my cum boiling up from my balls and, with a deep groan, I climaxed into her hungry mouth. Grandma murmured in delight and continued to eat my dick. I reached down and gave her nipple a rough pinch. She pulled her head off my dick and groaned. Still jerking cum out of my cock with her hand, she grunted and groaned as I worked her nipples. With a final deep sigh, she raised her ass off the sandy beach and then dropped it back down.

"Oh, baby," she murmured, her hand squeezing my cock. "Oh, Mikey. Baby. Oh, I love you."

Gunner, sitting back on his haunches, grinned at me. I sat down on the sand and grinned.

"Nothing like a loving woman to make the world right, Elway," Gunner muttered.

Grandma smiled and released my dick. She stretched on the sand, rolling her tits back and forth across her chest.

"As for you, young man," she said to Gunner. "You're a very bad boy."

Gunner and I laughed. He crawled up the other side of grandma and settled down in the sand next to her. I stretched myself out on her other side. Grandma draped an arm around each of our necks and smiled.

"Mom," Gunner whispered. "Your two boys are eternally grateful."

Grandma laughed and stroked our hair. I gently massaged her massive tit while Gunner closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. I gave granny a deep, warm kiss and then I too settled down next to her, closed my eyes, and settled into sleep.

I woke in the morning, a little sore and blinking in the early morning light. Gunner had returned to his wife's side. Grandma was curled up against me, her abundant ass wedged against my crotch. I gave her a kiss on the shoulder and collected our clothing. The campfire still glowed. I piled grandma's next to her, grabbed mine, and headed down to the lake for a quick swim. The water felt fantastic and I emerged fully awake and feeling good. I pulled on my clothes. Granny had woken up and was just zipping up her jeans when I arrived back at the campfire. We kissed.

"I'm famished," I said. "Let's go find some breakfast."

We packed up our belongings into the motorcycle's saddlebags and roared on down the road to the nearest town. Grandma held me tight around the waist. I smiled at the rising sun and felt my cock stirring at the memory of last night. 



Grandma Goes Hog Wild Ch. 03



After our hot night by the lake, the motorcycle club changed a bit. Where before we'd just ride out into the countryside, drink some beer, goof around, and talk bikes, now we rode out into the countryside, drank some beer, and enjoyed lots of sex. Things got wild as people switched partners or teamed up in groups of three or four. 

The best-looking woman in the group, besides grandma, was the wife of a character named Foxtrot. Pushing 60, he was one of the oldest guys in the club. His wife was probably about a decade younger. She was still slender and had nice firm tits and a sweet little ass. Rumor was that Foxtrot had been some high level corporate type before he dropped out during a mid-life crisis. The rumor also had it that he had some serious cash in the bank and didn't mind spending it on Cherry, his wife's, various plastic surgeries. I could believe that part. Even though she had to be hovering around 50, Cherry had a tight, tight body.

Foxtrot had lost the taste for fucking. But, he loved to watch. I remember one day, when the club had discovered an abandoned mining town on the edge of the desert, I was drinking beer with Cherry and Foxtrot while we sat on a dusty old wooden sidewalk. Grandma was off with some of the other club members.

"So, Elway," Foxtrot said in a slow, easy drawl. "How is it that Cherry and I have missed out on that big cock of yours?"

I laughed. "Got me, Foxtrot. It's not like anybody's picky around here."

Cherry and Foxtrot laughed.

"What do you think, baby," Foxtrot said to his wife. "You ready to ride Elway's pocket rocket?"

Cherry just smiled like an angel and looped her arms around my neck. We kissed gently.

"Not here," Foxtrot said, rising and smacking the dust off his jeans. "Let's go somewhere a little more private. I want this to be special."

Cherry and I stood up. Foxtrot led us into a dusty, broken down store that had probably served as the post office back when the town had people living in it. I followed the older couple through the door, and just before I entered I spotted grandma coming down the abandoned main street along with some other folks. I waved to her. She waved back.

Once inside, Cherry turned around and practically jumped on me. She twined her arms around my neck wrapped a leg around my waist and attacked my lips with her tongue and mouth. I squeezed her tight and backed her up against the wall. Foxtrot took a seat on a couple of old crates. I pushed Cherry hard against the wall and she moaned. Still kissing her, I unbuttoned her shirt to reveal two pear-sized tits sitting pretty atop her chest. I ducked down to lick and suck them. Cherry meanwhile was jerking at my belt, trying to undo my pants. We kissed again as I reached down to unbuckle and unzip.

When my cock flopped out, Cherry let out a little gasp and grabbed it with her hands. While she jerked me off, I undid her belt and her jeans and pushed them down her legs. We traded more tongue. Then, I spun Cherry around so that her back was to me. I grabbed an asscheek in each hand and squeezed hard. Cherry moaned with her head pressed against the wall. 

I swear she must have had collagen injections because Cherry's little round ass was firmer and more perfectly shaped than any 21 year-old I'd banged at the club. I groaned and my dick telescoped to its full length.

"Baby," Cherry grunted. "Elway. Come on. Fuck me, baby. Stick it in me bad boy."

I pushed aside Cherry's thong and ran my cock down the crack of her ass.

"That's it," she grunted. "Give it to me. 

"Jesus, daddy," she continued, looking at Foxtrot over her shoulder. "It's so fucking big."

I heard Foxtrot grunt.

"Cherry," I grunted. "Tell me where you want it baby. I love your tight little ass."

Cherry moaned and I felt her body tremble.

"Fuck me in the ass, Elway," she gasped. "Stick that big hard cock up my ass."

I grunted and licked my fingers, then reached down to apply them to Cherry's tight little bunghole. Her ass quivered and shook and bounced as I wedged in first one, then two, and finally three fingers.

"Baby," I panted in her ear. "It's dry down there. Not sure if this is gonna work."

Cherry groaned.

"Foxy," she shouted over her shoulder. "Get me my purse baby. Hurrrrrrry!"

Foxtrot appeared on my right with Cherry's purse and handed it to her. She reached inside, pulled out a tube of vaseline, and then threw the purse to the ground. She handed me the vaseline.

"Hmmmm, perfect," I murmured as I squeezed out a huge dollop on my fingers and then squeezed them back up Cherry's asshole. My fingers slid in easily and I paused for a moment to enjoy Cherry's asshole contracting tightly around them. 

I squeezed some more Vaseline onto my fingers, threw the tube down, and stroked my cock. It was rock hard and now glistened with Vaseline.

Cherry moaned again as I nudged her asshole with the tip of my cock.

"Yes, baby," she groaned. "That's it. Stick it in me. I want it."

I pushed firmly. At first, her asshole wouldn't budge, but then she relaxed and the tip of my cock slid into her chute. I could hear her clenching her teeth and the tendons in her neck strained with the pain. Slowly, inch by inch, I slid my fat cock further into her until I was in almost to the roots of my pubes. I paused.

"That's iiiiiit," Cherry gasped. "Oh baby! Fuck. You are so big."

I bit her on the shoulder and then leaned backward to look at my cock stuffed into her bunghole. Her tight ass was a marvel and the sight of my thick tool buried deep inside her made me even harder. Slowly, I started to pull out and then just as slowly pushed back in. Cherry grunted but pushed her ass back onto my pole. I was breathing heavily now, turned on by the sight of Cherry's ass and by the incredibly tight fit of my cock. I felt her squeeze her rictus and I gasped.

"Come on," Cherry grunted. "Fuck me."

I started fucking her with a slow steady rhythm, my cock pivoting in and out of her asshole. Cherry grunted and groaned. I had closed my eyes as I focused on the pleasure of my cock squeezed tight by the older woman's ass. Suddenly, I felt a kiss on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see grandma standing next to me and Cherry. She wore a big smile and had pulled her leather vest open to reveal her gigantic tits. I smiled and we traded tongue.

Then, as we kissed and as I pounded Cherry's ass with a steady rhythm, I grabbed grandma's hand and guided it down to the smooth, rounded ass of the other woman. Grandma smiled and began stroking Cherry's ass. Cherry sighed deeply. Grandma ran her hands up and around Cherry's ass and then along her waist and up to her tits. I could see her playing with Cherry's nipples. Cherry took one arm off the wall and pulled granny in front of her. Grandma stood with her back agains the wall and her tits flopping in front of Cherry's face.

Cherry returned her hand to the wall and pushed back hard against my cock.

"Faster, goddammit," she groaned.

I picked up the pace, and Cherry buried her head with a groan onto granny's voluminous tits. Grandma murmured and reached down to play with Cherry's tits while Cherry licked and chewed and gobbled on grandma's knockers.

I moaned in ecstasy and really began pounding Cherry's ass. She began to rock back and forth against granny's tits. With a loud shout, Cherry suddenly shook her ass wildly. Granny pressed her face deep into her tits. I could hear Cherry's muffled voice shouting and swearing as her orgasm spread through her body. I also felt her butthole contract in sharp little bursts around my cock. I jammed my dick deep into her and shook my hips. Cherry raised her head from grandma's tits.

"Shit," she shouted. "Shit you motherfucker. Oh . . shit."

I came with a seismic burst of semen, shooting a gallon of sperm up Cherry's asshole. She grunted and I groaned. I kept pumping her ass as I spurted until finally I felt my cock spasm and twitch. I wrapped my arms around Cherry's waist and leaned my head onto her back, jamming my hips against her two or three times.

"Oh, baby," Cherry murmured. "I think you killed me."

Grandma laughed and gave a tender kiss to the top of Cherry's head. Minutes later, my dick plopped out of Cherry's now grossly distended asshole. Cherry collapsed onto the floor and I leaned forward to rest against the wall. Grandma had just left, smacking me playfully on the ass as she walked past Foxtrot and out into the dusty street. Foxtrot came over and clapped me on the back with a grin.

"Damn, boy," he said, his wrinkled eyes screwed up with mirth. "That was quite a fucking, goddammed show. Shit, son. You okay babe?" He asked of Cherry.

She nodded from the floor. Foxtrot helped her up and pulled her jeans back up around her waist. She leaned toward me weakly and we exchanged a kiss.

"Can't wait for the next time," she whispered hoarsely to me.

I winked at her and pulled my jeans up. Foxtrot led her out of the post office and I trailed along, zipping and buttoning up. Outside, most of the rest of the gang had already left. I found granny chatting with Gunner and pulled her over to the bike.  

"I've got to get something cold to drink," I told her as I started up the big bike's engine. "Let's go."

She climbed on board behind me and we took off down the street, a huge plume of dust rising behind us.

After the night of sexy dancing, things changed in other ways as well. For instance, Gunner and I started meeting outside of club days. We met mainly to double fuck grandma. The old lady loved to have two dicks to play with, and preferred to have mine and Gunner's.

For instance, one day I was working my day job at a construction site - - doing some carpentry - - and my cell phone rang. It was grandma.

"Hey baby," she said. "How's your day going?"

"Great, grandma," I answered happily. "How about yours?"

"I'm so lonely," she said in a pouty voice. "I need some playmates."

I laughed. "As in two?"

"Yesssss, baby," she murmured. "Two can be twice as much fun as one."

I laughed. "I'll call Gunner up. Be off work at 5."

"Hmmmmm," she purred. "Don't keep me waiting, lover."

Gunner was game, and I agreed that I'd swing by his place of work - - a specialty foundry - - on the way home. I finished work and rode my motorcycle over to the foundry. Gunner was waiting, his engine idling, outside the gate. We high-fived and I pulled out onto the street. We played tag with our bikes all the way to grandma's. We were joking and laughing as we parked our bikes and rang the doorbell.

"Door's open, boys," grandma called from inside.

We opened the door and both stopped laughing at the sight of granny. She had on a matching black silk bra and panty set and wore spike heels. Gunner gulped. I gulped too when I spotted the way her bra pushed her huge breasts upward and outward into vertical diving platforms.

"Well," she purred. "Don't let the neighbors see everything. Close the door."

I closed the door behind us.

"Don't you even say hi, Gunner?" Grandma leered.

Gunner dropped his lunch pail next to the door. "Hi, Mom. You sure do look appetizing."

Granny chuckled. "Don't just stand there fellas. Get naked!!!"

Gunner and I laughed and started shucking our clothes until we were both nude. Gunner's dick was already semi-erect. Grandma pranced over on her heels, every ounce of available flesh shaking and vibrating. She reached out and grabbed my cock in one hand and Gunner's in her other hand. 

"My playmates have arrived," she smiled wickedly as she stroked our cocks. "Give me a big kiss fellas."

Gunner leaned in and he and grandma traded tongues. Then she turned to me and I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth. All the while she kept stroking our dicks.

"Oh fellas," she panted. "Let's have some fun."

Grandma released our dicks and put an arm around each of us. We began showering her neck with kisses. She sighed and leaned back, gently pushing our heads downward. Gunner and I pulled her bra straps off her shoulders as we descended. Our mouths traveled over her swollen breasts until we were latched onto her nipples, Gunner on one nipple and me on the other. Grandma pushed our faces hard against her tits as we hungrily consumed soft, white flesh and nipples as big as corks.

"Oh, that's it boys," she moaned. "That's it. I'm gonna cum."

She took a sharp breath and we could feel her body tremble. She let loose a high-pitched sigh and rolled our faces against her tits with her hands. My cock was hard and straight. I was sure Gunner's was as well.

Granny stepped back and gave us a look over. 

"Looks like my lover-boys are ready to give this old lady a hard time."

I grinned and stole a glance at Gunner who had a broad smile plastered across his face. Grandma approached us again and grabbed our dicks. She tugged us forward and then turned around, grasping our dicks again.

"This way you bad, bad boys," she murmured, pulling us by our cocks toward the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, granny pushed Gunner onto the bed and turned around, ass toward his face. She yanked her panties down hurriedly, and then, slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, all the while holding on to my stiff dick with one hand. Her lips spread into a wide smile as Gunner's cock filled her up. Once she had smothered Gunner's cock, she wiggled her hips on his crotch. As if this were the signal, Gunner began bouncing his hips up and down on the bed. Grandma leaned forward with a sigh, allowing Gunner's dick to hammer in and out of her pussy.

With a slow lick of her lips, granny looked up at me and slowly pulled my dick to her lips. She ran her tongue around the tip of my cock and then sucked on it. I groaned. Granny began mumbling with pleasure as she bounded her ass up and down on top of Gunner and swallowed my fat cock. 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted in rhythm to Gunner's hips. 

She held on to the base of my cock and began pulling her mouth up down it's length. I heard Gunner start to grunt. The pace of his thrusts became rapid, almost furious. Grandma pulled my dick out of her hot mouth and began groaning. Gunner let loose a deep sigh and jammed his hips upward. Grandma pushed down with her ass as Gunner climaxed.

"Ahhhhh, baby," granny groaned. "That's it baby. Give it all to Mom."

She wiggled her hips on Gunner's cock as he jerked and squirmed under her. With an urgent, deep "hmmm", granny applied her mouth back to my cock and began sucking and slurping. I started fucking her face, rotating my hips to drive my dick deeper down her throat. With a muffled shout, granny pulled my cock out of her mouth again and raised her head upward. 

"Ohhh, god," she sighed. "Cumming again .. . . again."

Her hand squeezed my cock as she orgasmed and as the wave of pleasure subsided she began jerking my cock rapidly. She fondled my balls as she jerked me off.

"Come on baby," she cooed, staring into my eyes. "Come all over grandma's big titties. Come on you horny lover boy. Shoot that cock all over my big titties. Come on baby. Do it for grandma. Do it for me lover. I love your cock . . your big fat cock."

I didn't care if Gunner heard her and realized the truth. My cock was ready to burst and, as granny began squeezing my balls, I shot a huge load of spunk across her face. She smiled and took the tip of my cock in her mouth, sucking out the last ounces of sperm from my jerking dick. I groaned.

Grandma sucked and jerked me dry and then scooped my cum off her face and rubbed it into her tits with a big toothy smile. Gunner pushed her off his crotch and rolled over onto the bed. With a laugh, granny let go of my dick and rolled onto the bed next to Gunner, landing on her stomach with her wide, big ass pointed toward the ceiling.

Gunner smacked her hard on the ass. "You horny old broad you. You fucking horny fucking old broad. You're the best, Mom."

Grandma glued her lips to Gunner's and I slid into bed next to her. She turned her head and sucked my tongue down her throat.

"Damn, Elway," Gunner said with a grin as he stroked and slapped granny's ass. "I got to get me some of this sweet ass."

He got to his knees and began rubbing his cock along grandma's deep ass crack. She moaned through her lips, which were still locked onto mine.

"Hmmmm," she murmured, breaking our kiss. "I want you bad boys to fuck this horny old lady until I die of pleasure. Give me that cock, Gunner."

I jerked my meat as granny raised her ass to meet Gunner's dick. Soon he was rocking her back and forth under him. She was shouting. And he was groaning. I kept stroking my dick until it was rock hard. Then, I got to my knees and crawled down the bed. I pushed Gunner aside with a sharp shove and rammed my dick cum-slicked dick deep into grandma. She practically choked with pleasure and I hammered her ass while Gunner fed his cock into her hungry mouth.

We stopped fucking a half hour later. Grandma got us some beers. Gunner drifted off to sleep and granny went to take a shower. When she got back, we made out like high school kids until we were all asleep on the bed, grandma and her fabulous body tucked in between Gunner and me. When we woke several hours later, the games continued until late into the night.



Grandma Goes Hog Wild Ch. 04



If you've been following my adventure, you know how my grandmother and I became lovers, how we've explored our sexuality thanks to my motorcycle club, and how much we love to fuck each other. All good things must come to an end. Or, that's what I thought when I got the phone call from my dad, the same asshole who had kicked me out of the house and right into the arms of my sexy, loving grandmother.

I was just out of the shower when my cel phone rang. Grandma had already left the house to do some grocery shopping.

"Yeah," I said into the phone.

"I know what you're doing, Mike." My dad's voice was reproachful.

"Hi, Dad," I answered. "How are you?"

"I know what you're doing with your grandmother," he stated flatly.

I felt the blood rush to my face. How could he know about that?

"What are you talking about, dad?"

There was a pause. I heard him take a deep breath.

"I know you're living over there with Shirley."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"And your point is?" I asked.

"And, I know you've got her riding that damned motorcycle."

"Ok, dad. If you say so."

Irritation began to creep into his voice. "I don't just say so. Mr. and Mrs. Barnard saw you two riding together last weekend."

"Hey," I said. "If they want to join us, tell them we're happy to have them."

"You're not funny, Mike," my dad continued. "I don't want you dragging Shirley into your fucked up life."

I took a deep breath, feeling the anger rising in me. "Hey, Dad. News flash. Shirley is an adult. She can make up her own mind about things."

Silence on the phone. Then a sigh.

"Ok," my dad said in a calmer voice. "You're right. But, Mike, she's an old lady. You don't know what people say when they see her on a bike. They think she's gone bananas."

I chuckled. "Well, then, maybe they should give it a try. A few more bananas in the world wouldn't be a bad thing."

My dad switched into his "reasonable" mode.

"Mike," he said flatly. "I'm sorry I lost my temper. Ok. I'm sorry I was so rash. I probably shouldn't have kicked you out of the apartment. I want you to come over. We can have dinner together. Talk."

I smiled. Wow. This was the first time I'd ever heard my dad express regret.

"Ok," I answered. "I can do that."

Dad sighed. "Great. Come on over tomorrow night at 6. Gladys will cook up something good. And, bring Shirley over. We can all have a nice family talk."

Gladys was dad's new girlfriend. He'd run through a string of them after divorcing my mom. Mom had fled town after the divorce. Last thing I heard, she was living in Denver. I hadn't seen her in ten years. 

Like all his other girlfriends, Gladys was nothing like my mom. She had been sweet and gentle. Gladys was cold and bitchy. Still, in some things my dad was consistent. My mom, like her mother, my new lover, was short and curvy. Gladys was a bit taller but still as curvy. She liked to show off her gym-toned body which, for a 40 year-old, was still in great shape. Problem was, the hot body was matched by such and icy personality.

I sighed and left grandma a note about our new dinner date. Then, I trucked on over to the gym.

Grandma was about as thrilled as I was about dinner with Dad. She'd never taken to her son and had become even less happy about him after the divorce. 

"Well, baby," she said as she pulled on her plain but tight-fitting dress the next afternoon. "Let's just get this over with. We'll have dinner. Hear your dad out, and then come back here and take a bike ride."

I grinned. "I'll need that after dinner with him."

Granny gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed my hand.

"Now, zip me up, lover-boy."

We decided not to add gas to the fire and drove granny's Buick over to Dad's. He was waiting outside when we pulled up in the driveway.

"Hello, Shirley," he said as he extended his hand to grandma. "You look great."

Shirley smiled weakly. "Thanks, Tom."

Indeed, grandma did look good, despite her toned down outfit - - a simple tan dress, some modest heels, and sparse makeup. The gesture toward frumpiness couldn't completely hide her sexy body or her lovely face.

"Hey, Mike," dad said, taking my hand. "Good to see you, son."

"Thanks, dad. Good to see you too."

"Where's the bike?" he asked hopefully.

"Back at granny's, in the garage," I answered. "We thought the Buick made more sense tonight."

I winked at grandma. My dad sighed and ushered us through the kitchen door.

Inside, Gladys stood next to the kitchen island munching on some bread with a glass of white wine in her hand. I could see dad's attraction. Gladys wore a short, casual skirt which showed off her tanned athletic legs. Her top, a v-neck, turquoise t-shirt, showed off her big firm breasts. She wore her hair in a stylish, short cut. She glanced up at me as I entered, a look of contempt flashing across her face.

"Hi, Mike," she said with a forced smile. "How are you?"

I decided to turn the tables a bit.

"Wow, Gladys," I answered warmly. "You look fantastic. Wow. Have you been working out?"

Her eyes registered confusion. She'd expected my usual indifference. I saw her face relax a bit.

"Thanks," she said with a more genuine smile. "Yes. I've started this new Pilates program."

"Well," I said, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it gently. "That Pilates program is really working. You look fantastic."

I swore I could see Gladys flushing lightly. She blinked.

"You look good too," she said. "Want some wine?"

"No. But I'll take a nice cold beer if you've got it."

Gladys turned to get the beer while grandma and Dad entered the kitchen behind me. They were whispering together. Gladys greeted grandma and we walked out onto the back patio and made small talk, all the time staying far away from the issue of grandma, me, and the motorcycle. Gladys disappeared back into the kitchen and returned to announce that dinner was ready. We entered the house and sat down at the dining room table.

Gladys was a good cook. She has prepared leg of lamb with some kind of mint sauce. It was delicious. I washed mine down with cold beer. The conversation stayed civil, though I could tell Dad was itching to broach the real reason for our visit. Gladys was warming up to me - - smiling and asking me about my work, asking me if I wanted seconds, and then thirds. Granny was mainly silent except when Dad asked her a question or Gladys asked about the food.

After dinner, Dad ushered us all into the living room. We talked some more. I watched granny as she sat in the easy chair opposite me. Her shapely legs were crossed and as she leaned back my eyes drank in the sight of her big, luscious tits. Dad droned on about his office and some political situation. Grandma noticed my attention and smiled at me. Then, she re-crossed her legs. I grinned and felt my cock beginning to stir in my pants.

I looked over to Gladys, who stared me straight in the eye.

"You know," she said to the room, with her eyes still fastened on mine. "There's something different about you two. I can't put my finger on it. But you and Shirley seem . . . different."

I laughed and granny smiled.

"Different?" I said. "No, Gladys, we're the same as we've always been. Though we're pretty happy living together."

"Oh yes, Gladys," grandma said with a grin. "We have so much fun together, Mike and me. You just wouldn't believe it. You just wouldn't believe what a good grandson he is."

I smiled as granny leaned forward to give me a clear view of her cleavage. 

"Really, Gladys," I said. "Grandma makes it so easy to be a good grandson. She's the best."

Granny chuckled and crossed her legs. Gladys darted her eyes back and forth between us.

"Yes," she said. "But there's something else. You both look so happy together. I've never seen you glow like this Shirley."

Grandma beamed. "Gladys. When you have a handsome young man around the house paying your compliments, helping you out, taking care of your needs. Well, you should try it some time."

I grinned and felt my cock crawling down my jeans. How far was granny going to push these innuendos?

Gladys settled back in her chair and pursed her lips. I could tell that she suspected something, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. My dad was oblivious and had actually excused himself to get a drink when Gladys started talking about how "different" granny and I were. I watched Gladys knit her brows. I ran my eyes slowly down her body and then back up. Our eyes met. She looked a bit flushed.

"Well," Gladys cleared her throat. "I'm going to go clean up the dishes."

Grandma started to stand.

"Oh no, Shirley," Gladys said as she stood up. "You stay right there. Tom, can you help me out?"

Dad's looked confused for a minute but when Gladys nodded her head firmly toward the kitchen, he too stood up.

"Sure, babe, my pleasure." He turned and walked into the kitchen.

As soon as they were gone from the room, granny stood up and high-heeled her way over to me. She sat on the arm of the chair, allowing her skirt to hike up past her knee to reveal a smooth expanse of thigh. She put her hand on my shoulder and leaned down close to my ear.

"Damn, Mike, you don't think I went too far, do you?" she whispered.

I turned my head and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She snagged my cheeks in her hands and plunged her tongue into my mouth. We traded tongues and then I broke the hot kiss.

"I don't really care," I said. "But, baby, you have got my motor running. Look."

I raised my hips off of the chair to show granny the outline of my now hard cock as it pressed against my jeans.

"Oh baby," grandma cooed. "That looks painful."

I smiled and stood up. Luckily I was wearing my shirt untucked, so I could conceal my raging erection. I could barely conceal my horniness. I squeezed grandma's upper arm.

"I've got to fuck you," I whispered to her. "Now! . . . .Wait here."

I walked to the kitchen doorway. 

"Hey dad," I called through the doorway. "Do you still have those old photos of mom and me?"

Dad and Gladys stopped whispering by the sink. 

"Sure," he said, turning toward me. "They're up in your old room. You know where they are."

"Right," I said. "Grandma wants to see them. I'll take her up and show her. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure," he said. "Go on. Gladys will have dessert ready in fifteen or twenty minutes."

I went back into the living room and took grandma by the hand.

"Come on," I said, squeezing her hand. "I've got something I want to show you upstairs."

Grandma chuckled. "I'll bet you do, stud."

I smiled and led her out of the room. We headed upstairs. My old bedroom was down at the end of the second-floor hallway. The house had been built for a much bigger family - - so dad had converted one of the bedrooms into an office and the other into an exercise room. He kept my bedroom as a guest room. I ushered grandma down the hall and into my old room. There was really nothing old about it - - he had repainted it, bought new beds, cleaned out all my stuff. I pulled grandma into the room and locked the door behind us.

I turned and granny wrapped her arms around me. Our mouths met and we tongued each other furiously. I grabbed her abundant ass cheeks in my hand and began squeezing and massaging. Grandma wriggled her crotch against my already hard cock.

"Oh baby," she whispered hoarsely in my ear. "You're already hard for grandma aren't you? So hard."

I pulled her tighter against my crotch.

"Listen, honey," she continued whispering. "I really want to fuck you right here. Right under Tom's nose. But you have to promise me we won't make too much noise."

She was panting. 

"Don't worry, grandma," I whispered. "We'll be super-quiet. The door's locked."

I glanced over her shoulder. The only other door into the room was the door to the bathroom my old bedroom shared with dad's office. It was closed tight.

I turned grandma around and pulled her skirt up over her ass. Her high heel shoes accentuated the luscious sweep of her legs, and her white thong disappeared down the crack her ass. I gently pushed her forward until she was leaning forward, with her hands on my old desk and her ass pushed out toward me. Efficiently, I unzipped my jeans and let them slide to my knees. I grabbed my cock in one hand and pushed granny's thong aside with my other. 

"Ready to get fucked?" I learned down to whisper in her ear.

Grandma bit her lip and nodded her head vigorously.

I positioned my cock at her pussy lips and slowly began entering her. She was already wet and I slid in like magic, her warm cunt enveloping my hard dick. I stifled a moan of pleasure. Grandma dropped her head to the desktop and pushed her big ass backward onto my cock. We started fucking in a slow easy rhythm. 

After several minutes grandma turned her head over her shoulder.

"Faster," she said in a strangled whisper. "Faster."

I rose up on the balls of my feet and grabbed her hips in my hands and began knocking my cock in and out of her. I could feel her groaning though she kept her lips clenched shut. We were picking up speed when a knock sounded on the door. I almost had a heart attack. Grandma's body went rigid. We froze.

"Mike. Are you and Shirley in there?"

It was Gladys.

"Ahhhhh, yeah," I shouted back. "Just showing grandma some old photos. Be out in a minute."

"Why is the door locked, Mike?" Gladys asked.

Almost involuntarily, granny had begun humping her ass back and forth on my cock. Before I knew it, we were slowly grinding together again.

"Ahhhh," I shouted hoarsely. "My bad. Sorry. We'll be out in a minute."

"Okay." Gladys said, a note of distrust in her voice.

I heard her walk back down the hallway.

"Damn," I whispered to grandma. "That was close."

"Hurry," granny whispered. "Keep going. Hurry."

I returned my attention to granny's pussy. If anything, Gladys's interruption had only made me more excited. I started banging away energetically at granny's ass, getting hornier and hornier at the sight of her cheeks wobbling and vibrating with each of my thrusts. Granny had stopped clenching her fists and was now gently pounding the top of the desk with her palms.

I reached down and began playing with her clit. As soon as I touched it, she arched her head upward and let out a choked moan. Then, she started ramming her ass backward frenetically. She was climaxing. I continued playing with her clit and leaned down along her back, jamming my cock in and out of her like there was not tomorrow. A minute later, my cock stiffened to incredible length and I felt an explosion starting to rocket upward from my balls. I came in a burst of pleasure, gripping grandma's hips and holding them tight against my crotch as I emptied my cum into her. She began shaking her head back and forth. 

Slowly our bodies relaxed. Grandma took a deep breath. I stood, my cock still plugged into her pussy, and stretched my arms. I smacked her ass playfully. Then I looked up. The bathroom door was open an inch and a half. 

What the fuck? I thought to myself. I turned my eyes away from the door quickly. Whoever was watching us hadn't wanted to interrupt. That was probably a good thing. I turned my head toward the window on the other side of the room, trying to use my peripheral vision to examine the bathroom door. I thought I could just make out a blur of blonde hair. I squinted. Yes. There was Gladys's thin, high arched nose. 

Cold, frigid Gladys was watching us. I smiled. I pulled my cock out of grandma and helped her to stand up. I turned her around and looped my arms around her waist.

"You're a fantastic lover, grandma," I said to her quietly. "And when we get home, I want to fuck all night long."

I thought I could hear a muffled gasp from the bathroom. I leaned down and planted my lips on grandma's. She returned my passionate kiss.

"God," she whispered, taking her lips from mine. "Yes, baby. Let's fuck all night. I can't wait. Come on, let's get out of here."

Granny scooted out from between me and the desk, pulling her skirt down over her knees. I slowly pulled up my pants and pushed by dick back into my underwear.

"Baby," grandma said in a more normal voice. "Is that a bathroom over there. I need to clean up."

My eyebrows shot up. "No, granny," I said, staring intently at the crack in the door. "That's just a closet. Come on. I'll show you the bathroom."

I turned and unlocked the door and led grandma down the hall to the other bathroom. Then, I hopped down the stairs to the living room. Dad was sitting there nursing his drink.

"Where's Gladys?" I asked him.

"Huh?" he answered. "She went upstairs to check on you two."

"Ah, ok," I answered. "Where's that dessert? I'm famished."

"I bet you are." I heard Gladys say over my shoulder.

I turned and she gave me a strange look, half worried and half amused.

"It's in the kitchen," she continued. "I need to go downstairs to get something. You go ahead and start."

I entered the kitchen and found four plates of strawberry shortcake on the counter. I wolfed mine down quickly. Grandma came into the room and rubbed me on the back.

"No dessert for me," she said with a smile. "I've got to watch my figure."

I laughed. "I'll watch it for you."

We both turned at the sound of Gladys's polite cough.

"Don't let me interrupt," Gladys said with a smile.

"Come on in, Gladys," I said. "There's plenty here for everyone."

Gladys walked over to the kitchen counter and started in on her dessert. We made some small talk. She shouted for my dad, who didn't answer. She went to check on him and returned to the kitchen.

"Poor guy's fallen asleep," Gladys said. "He's had a long week."

Granny and I took that as our cue. We made our goodbyes with Gladys. Granny shook her hand goodbye. And then I shook her hand, but Gladys didn't seem to want to let go of my hand.

"Mike," she said, as granny exited the kitchen door. "We really don't know each other do we? We're almost family. We should really put all this stuff behind us and get to know each other. Don't you think?"

I looked at Gladys and slowly lowered my eyes over her body, taking in her pert tits, her slender waist, and her long legs. Then, just as deliberately, I swept my eyes back up her.

"You can get my cel from Dad," I said with a smile. "I'd love to get to know a woman like you better."

Gladys flushed and let go of my hand.

"Well," she sputtered. "I'll have to give you a call then."

I nodded and headed out to the driveway where granny already had the car started. I hopped in the passenger seat.

"Let's go," I said. "I'm ready to fuck you all night long, old lady."

Grandma laughed and squeezed my thigh. We reversed out of the driveway and within 20 minutes we were splayed across granny's big bed and my cock was buried to the hilt in her soft wet pussy.



Grandma Goes Hog Wild Ch. 05



A couple of days after my dinner with dad and Gladys, my cel phone rang just as I arrived at the construction site I'd been assigned to. It was Gladys, dad's frosty but smoking girlfriend. She was somewhere in her forties but her tight body told me that she was a fan of plastic surgery and exercise. I never kept secrets from grandma, but I had a feeling that whatever Gladys and I might get up to, better if grandma remained in the dark.

"Hi Mike," Gladys said in warm, sugary tones.

"Gladys," I sad. "How are you?"

"I'm great."

"How's dad?" I asked.

"Oh, he's fine," Gladys said. "He just left for the office."

"Super," I said. "He likes the office."

Gladys snorted. "Mike, I'm wondering if you can help me out with something."

I smiled. "Sure Gladys. I'll try."

There was a pause, then I heard Gladys take a deep breath.

"I want to paint your dad's study, but I can't decide on the color."

"Uh huh," I answered, waiting to hear what came next.

"I'm wondering. Since you know him so well. Do you think you could come over to the house and help me decide on the right color?"

I smiled.

"Sure, Gladys," I said. "I'd love to help you out. Want me to stop by after work."

"Oh no," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I was thinking you could stop by when your dad's not here. So he won't know anything."

"Are you at work right now, Gladys?" I asked.

"No," she answered. "I'm at home. I took the day off."

"Ok. Listen, I'm working not too far from you all. How about if I stop by on my lunch hour."

I could hear Gladys breathing.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Yes. Ok. That works for me."

"See you then," I said as I clicked off the phone.

I chuckled to myself. Gladys had seen me fucking grandma. Evidently, she hadn't told dad. And, evidently, she was intrigued by the sight of me fucking my grandmother. I laughed. It was a messed up world, for true.

Noon came and I wiped the sweat off my body with a towel. I told my supervisor that I was taking off for lunch and that I might be a little late coming back. He nodded okay. I hopped on my bike and gunned it out of the parking lot. On this hot day, the wind whipping across my face and through my t-shirt felt fantastic. I thought for a minute of skipping Gladys altogether and just heading out for a ride. Then, I thought about her icy voice and her long legs and big tits. I took a right down the street where dad lived.

I pulled the bike up to the garage and gunned it a couple of times with the clutch in to let Gladys know I was there. The neighbors wouldn't notice anything different because I had been living above dad's garage on and off for several years, until I moved in with grandma.

I drove the bike into the garage, hopped off, closed the garage door, and walked into the kitchen through the side door.

"Gladys. Hey Gladys," I shouted into the house. "I'm here."

"Hold on," I heard her shout from somewhere upstairs. "I'll be right down."

I opened the fridge and pulled out a cold beer, popped the top, and sucked it down in one swallow. I looked up to see Gladys walk into the room. She looked good. She had on a pair of expensive running shoes and wore tight blue cotton shorts Her cotton tank top stopped about three or four inches below her large rounded breasts. Her bare stomach was tanned and smooth. She smiled as she entered the kitchen.

"Oh, Mike, god. Sorry. I was just exercising upstairs."

I laughed. "Yeah. You look great."

She smiled and leaned her hip against the wall.

"So," I said slowly. "About dad's study."

"What?" she asked, then her face lit up. "Oh yeah, right. The study. But before we get to the study, I think we better talk about something else."

I leaned back onto the kitchen table and ran my eyes up and down Glady's ripe, firm body.

"Uh huh," I said. "What should we talk about."

A sly grin spread across Glady's face. "I think we need to talk about you and grandmother. Don't you?"

I smiled back. "I don't see as there's much to talk about. You saw us fucking up in the bedroom, didn't you?"

Gladys gulped and shifted her eyes away from mine. Then, she looked back up at me with a blank face.

"I'm not ashamed of it," I continued. "I enjoy fucking grandma. And as you saw, she really digs it too."

I could see Gladys's jaw working as if she was trying to say something.

"You know, Gladys," I continued. "I kind of think you enjoyed watching it as well."

"Mike," she sputtered. "Mike. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh," I said as I stood up.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it onto the ground, all the while keeping my eyes fastened on Gladys's. Then, I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. I unzipped them and dropped them to my ankles.

"Mike," Gladys sputtered again. "What do you think you're doing? My god."

I looked her in the eyes. "You know what I'm doing. And, you know you want it."

I leaned down to pull my jeans off over my work boots. I stood back up again and looked at Gladys.

"Come on, Gladys," I said. "Don't be coy. You know you loved watching me and grandma. It turned you on. Don't be afraid."

Gladys blushed and crossed her arms under her tits.

I stood where I was and began stroking the front of my briefs.

"You're a hot lady, Gladys," I said calmly. "You've got an incredible body. You can see how horny you're making me."

I pulled my hands away from my briefs to reveal my rigid cock, its round mushroom head poking out of the side of my underwear. Gladys's eyes were glued to my crotch.

"Get over here," I whispered to Gladys. "Get over here and take care of your man. You know you want to be my bitch."

Slowly, Gladys dropped her arms and began to walk towards me, her eyes glued on my briefs the whole time.

"That's it, Gladys," I said quietly. "Get over here and get some of this hard cock. It's waiting for you."

I pulled my briefs down and out sprang my cock, jutting straight out from my body. I stroked it as Gladys approached. Her sexy body twisted and swayed as she walked. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of my dick.

She walked to within a foot or two of me and stopped. Her eyes were still glued to my dick. I reached over and took one of her hands.

"Gladys," I purred. "Don't be afraid, baby. You know you want it. You know how good I'm gonna make you feel."

I heard her breath turning ragged. Her tits were rising and falling as she panted. I took her hand and wrapped it around my cock. She emitted a sharp sigh.

"Stroke it, baby," I said as I guided her hand up and down my dick. "Stroke it nice and slow."

She gasped and began running her hand up and down my rod.

"That's it, Gladys. That feels sooo good. Do you like it?"

Glady's jerked her eyes upward to meet mine. She looked back down at her hand on my dick.

"Tell me, Gladys." I said evenly and slowly, pushing my hips toward her. "Tell me how much you like it."

Gladys's lips moved but nothing came out. I pulled her hand off my dick. Her fingers were still extended, trying to grasp it again.

"No baby," I said. "No more until you tell me."

She took a deep breath and blinked. I reached down and stroked myself.

"Tell me, Gladys."

She murmured something.

"I can't hear you, baby." I continued stroking my dick, squeezing it low down on the shaft.

"I . .. . I . . .I," she swallowed. Then in a rush. "I want it, Mike."

I smiled. "That's it, baby. There you go. But what do you want?"

Gladys swallowed again. "I want your cock. I want your cock, Mike."

"Bingo," I said. "That wasn't hard, was it?"

She nodded no.

"You can have it all, Gladys," I said. "But first I want you to relax. Take off your top."

Gladys looked up at me again, fear and something else in her eyes.

"Please, Mike," she whispered.

"Take it off, you horny little bitch," I said gruffly. "Take off your top or no cock for you."

Gladys looked down at my dick and then, slowly, she raised her top over her head. She pulled it off and dropped it. Her big, firm tits were pushed up and out of her bra. They were golden brown.

"Hmmmmm," I murmured. "That looks good. Take the bra off."

Gladys sighed. She reached around behind her and unsnapped the bra. It fell to the floor and two perfect breasts popped into sight. They were like the kind of round, full, high-riding tits you see in porn magazines. Full and smooth and topped with two big brown nipples.

"Baby," I said. "Those are perfect tits. Play with them."

Gladys sighed and closed her eyes. She began squeezing her tits and then rubbing her nipples with her palms. I could see her swallow and hear her breathing grow deeper. She began pinching her nipples and they started to harden.

I took a step toward her and pulled her hands off her tits. Her eyes flew open. I leaned down to kiss her nipples. She groaned and tried to raise her hands to my head but I held them down at her sides. I took each nipple between my lips and squeezed tight. Gladys gasped.

"Do you still want my cock?" I asked her, raising my head to look into her eyes.

"Y-y-y-yes," she stammered. "I still want your cock."

I pulled down on her arms, forcing her onto her knees. Then I raised her arms over her head and held her wrists together in one hand. I pushed my dick toward her face. She gasped and opened her mouth. With my free hand, I ran the swollen head of my dick around her face - - along her cheeks, along her eyes, down her nose, to her lips. She opened her mouth wide and I ran my cockhead around her lips.

"Not yet, baby," I whispered. "Stay right there. Don't move."

I scanned the kitchen and spotted a long dishtowel hanging off a hook next to the sink. I strode over, still wearing my work boots, and grabbed it. Returning to Gladys, I twisted the towel into a thick sash and pulled her hands behind her back. I tied her wrists together behind her back and heard her moan quietly as I yanked the knot tight. I returned to stand in front of her.

"That's much better, don't you think?"

Gladys shook her head vigorously in agreement. 

I took my cock in hand again and ran it around her face. 

"Are you ready?" I asked her.

She shook her head.

"I can't hear you, Gladys."

"Yes, Mike," she whispered hoarsely. "I'm ready. Please."

"That's better," I said as I slowly started to feed my dick into her mouth.

Gladys craned her head forward to hungrily consume my cock. She slid her mouth along my shaft until her lips touched my pubes. I sighed with pleasure, feeling my dick expanding in her mouth. Slowly, she began to bob her head up and down my dick. I moaned. 

"That's it, baby," I grunted. "Fuck my dick with your mouth."

She almost choked on a moan as she heard me.

"Fuck it, you horny little cocksucker," I moaned. "Fuck my dick, you horny, horny little bitch."

She moaned deep in her throat and redoubled her efforts, jerking her head on and off my dick. After five minutes, I put my hands in her hair and pulled her roughly off my swollen cock. She whimpered and tried to get her mouth back onto it.

"No, no, no," I said, shaking her head gently. "I call the shots here. Remember."

Gladys looked up at me and nodded. I yanked her to her feet and grabbed a tit in each hand. As I mashed her tits together and pinched her nipples, she moaned, shifting her hands tied behind her back. 

"God damn," I said. "What a fucking pair of tits."

I squeezed her nipples hard and she groaned. They were so full and firm. I thought for a minute about spunking between her tits. But then, I remembered my original plan.

I pulled her toward the door that led out through a short walkway into the garage. 

"Where are we going Mike," she asked in a panicked voice as we neared the door.

"Shhhhhh," I said. "Don't worry. You'll like this."

I opened the side door and peeked out. The shady suburban neighborhood was quiet. I stepped out and across the several feet that separated the house from the garage. I opened the door to the garage.

"Hurry," I said. "Unless you want the neighbors to see your dirty little secrets."

I pulled her across the walkway and into the cool, dark garage. My bike gleamed in the empty space where dad's car was usually parked. I led Gladys next to my bike. She stood there, arms tied behind her back, her magnificent tits shaking and vibrating, her eyes filled with desire and fear.

I walked over to the workbench and found a cord of rope. I picked it up along with a pair of shears and snipped the rope into two pieces. I returned to Gladys and undid the dish towel from her wrists. As her hands were freed, she dropped her arms to her side. I yanked her shorts and panties down. Her waist was still thin and her ass was round and firm. I smacked it twice, hard.

"Up," I said, pushing Gladys toward the bike. "Get up on the motorcycle."

Gladys's eyes widened. I pushed her again and then helped her throw her leg over the seat as if she were riding the bike.

"Careful now," I said. "I don't want you to fuck up my bike."

Gladys stared at me, fascinated. I took her left arm, pulled her body close to the bars, and tied her wrist firmly to the left handle bar. Then, I did the same with her right wrist and the right handle bar. She was leaning forward on the bike, her tits brushing against the top of the gas tank. 

"Wow, Gladys," I said. "You look fantastic like that."

She turned a pair of wide eyes on me.

I mounted the bike behind her. My cock snuggled up against her beautiful ass. I grabbed a cheek in each hand and began squeezing and pinching. Gladys moaned. She shook her wrists against the ropes and moaned some more. I reached down and began rubbing my hand along her ass crack. 

"Oh, god, Mike," she moaned. "Please. Oh god."

I reached down under her ass and rubbed her pussy lips. She was drenched with wetness. I smiled and smeared my hand around her pussy lips. Slowly, I inserted one finger and then two into her pussy. She groaned and arched her back, pushing her crotch onto my fingers. As she began writhing her hips, I slid another finger into her pussy. Gladys gasped and began whipping her hips up and down, riding my fingers. I smacked her ass hard with my free hand and she yelped. I smacked her again and her hips lashed themselves hard against my fingers.

"I bet you never did anything quite this exciting with dad. Did you?" I said to Gladys.

She groaned. 

"Did you, bitch?"

She groaned again. "No, Mike. Never. No."

I pulled my fingers out of her snatch and she gasped. Then, slowly, I ran my fingers around her tight asshole. Her hips froze.

"And what about this?" I asked. "Did the old man ever do this for you?"

Gladys remained silent, only her deep breaths sounding in the vacant garage.

"I asked you a question, bitch," I said, as I slowly inserted a finger into her asshole.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "No. Never, Mike. Never."

As I played my finger in and out of her asshole, Gladys's hips began rotating again. Her moans turned into rhythmic grunts as I finger fucked her bunghole. Then, I inserted another finger. Gladys froze for a moment and then continued twisting her hips on my fingers. My cock had started to grow hard again.

With my free hand, I reached down to gather more of her pussy juice. I slathered it around my cock so that it glistened. I pushed one more finger deep into Gladys's asshole and continued to finger fuck her. She grunted more deeply. Things were developing nicely, so I pulled my fingers quickly out of her and pushed the tip of my cock hard against her now distended asshole. 

"Oh, god, no," she grunted. "Please, no. Mike. You'll kill me."

Gladys struggled against the ropes that secured her wrists to the bike's handlebars.

I smacked her hard on the ass. "Settle down, girl. Settle down. You're going to love this. Relax or it's gonna hurt."

She bit her lip and I slowly began shoving my cock further into her asshole. It was rough going and after a minute or two I still had only a couple of inches of my dick inside her asshole. I could hear Gladys straining and grunting.

Her asshole squeezed the tip of my dick and, with a grunt, I pushed my hips forward and drove half my cock into her asshole. Gladys shrieked in pain. But, as she did, her asshole loosened up, and I slid almost all the way in. She let out a huge sigh and slumped forward on the bike.

God, she was tight. Her virgin ass pulsed all around the length of my rigid dick. I rested there, looking down at my cock jammed into her asshole. Then, slowly, I began gently rocking my hips forward. Gladys grunted. Soon, I was pushing and pulling my dick in and out of her several inches at a time. I grabbed her hips and stood up. She grunted. Now, she was looser and I could slide my dick all the way in and almost all the way out. I slowly pulled it out and back in.

"Damn," I panted. "Your ass is so fucking beautiful. Damn. Tell me how much you like it. . . . My cock stuffed up your asshole."

Gladys grunted. Instead of answering, she pushed her ass back slowly onto my dick. I groaned and let her do some work as she grunted in rhythm to her hips backing up and then pulling forward. Soon, we had achieved a fast, hard pace and I was fucking her asshole with gusto. Gladys grunted and groaned with each thrust. I let go of her hips and began pinching her ass.

"Oh, god," she murmured through clenched teeth. "God, Mike. Yes. Yes. That's it."

I felt her body trembling and I sped up my fucking, ramming my cock with abandon in and out of her asshole. The bike was rocking back and forth. I leaned down and bit her shoulder and her neck. She groaned and then rode a series of high-pitched sighs all the way to a loud moan.

"Ayyyyyyy," she swooned. "Uhhhhhhhh."

I smiled and gave her ass a few more thrusts before I felt my cock beginning to swell even fatter and harder.

"I'm cumming, baby," I whispered into her ear. "Wait for me. Wait for me. I'm cumming."

Gladys let out a strangled "yesssssss." And lowered her head. Her back was slick with sweat and I grabbed her by the shoulders and launched one final superhuman thrust into her ass. I froze there, buried deep inside her, while my cock exploded. I shouted and tried to jam my dick even farther into her.

"Fuck, Gladys," I yelped. "Fuck, baby. Oh shit."

I emptied a gallon of cum into her tight asshole and then leaned back, panting, trying to catch my breath. Gladys was whimpering, her head hung down along the gas tank of the bike. Her smooth, rounded ass twitched and shook. I laughed and stretched my hands back behind my head. I laughed again as I saw my cock slowly start to deflate and then withdraw from the sweet asshole of my dad's girlfriend. I yanked it out with a satisfying plop. Gladys's back was rising and falling with her deep breaths. 

I hopped off the bike and strode back and forth, my cock flopping around in front of me.

"Damn," I said. "God damned. Damn. That was fucking fine."

I walked over to Gladys, cupped her chin in my hand, and raised her head. A wide smile crept across her flushed and sweaty face. I leaned down and kissed her. She returned the kiss with increasing enthusiasm. I stood and began untying her hands from the bike. As I undid one wrist, her arm dropped onto the handlebars. Her other arm dropped limply down along her leg.

I walked around the bike and massaged her shoulders and then raised her up. She hung her arms around my neck and kissed me, our tongues mashed together. I pulled her off the bike, and we stood there hugging and kissing. I ran my hands along her back and then down over her ass.

I picked her up in my arms, her lips still glued to mine and headed toward the door. I opened it with one hand and stuck my face around the doorframe. All still quiet. I rushed across the walkway with Gladys in my arms and my dick flopping back and forth across my thighs. Once inside the kitchen, Gladys smiled weakly up at me.




Grandma Goes Hog Wild Ch. 05



"Bath time for Mikey's girl," I said to her as I carried her upstairs.

She kissed me again as I carried her down the hall and into the bathroom. I set her down on the toilet, closed the bath drain, and turned the water on. I saw a bottle of some kind of bath gel and squirted some into the swirling water. I turned around and Gladys wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her head against my stomach. 

"God, Mike," she murmured. "I've never felt like that. Nobody's ever made me feel that good."

I smiled. "Baby, that's only the beginning. I know what you like."

I could feel Gladys laughing or sobbing, I couldn't tell which, against my abdomen. 

"I'm not a bad person," she said in a choked voice. "I'm not bad."

I pulled her head up by the chin. "Baby," I whispered. "You're not bad. You're great. You just need to know who you are and what you like. You're not bad."

Gladys smiled weakly up at me.

"Now," I continued. "You hop in the bath and relax. I'm going to go shower in the big bathroom."

I helped Gladys into the bathtub and walked down the hall to the master bedroom and the huge bathroom attached to it. I showered, toweled off, and headed downstairs to pick up my clothes. I pulled a beer out of the fridge, took a long swig, and put my clothes back on. I gathered Gladys's stuff from the garage and the kitchen and returned upstairs.

She was relaxing in the tub and rolled her head toward me as I entered the bathroom. I dropped her clothes next to the bath and knelt down beside her. She smiled at me. I kissed her and she looped her arms around my neck. 

"Hmmmmm," I murmured. "That was fantastic. I've got to get back to work now."

"Oh," she said, a hurt look crossing her face. "No."

I laughed. "Oh, yes."

She frowned and sat up in the tub, bubbly suds sliding down over her swaying breasts.

"Can't I convince you to stay a little longer?" She said, her eyes bright and her chest poked up toward me.

I laughed. "Yeah, you probably could. But I need to go. You've got my cel number. You know what to do."

She slumped back into the tub. I leaned down to give her a quick peck on the top of her head. Then, I turned and left the bathroom.

"Mike," Gladys shouted from the bathroom. "Please, baby."

I smiled, picked up my beer from the kitchen counter, and strode out into the garage. I raised the garage door and lit up my bike. Minutes later I was on the road, the wind whipping through my hair and across my face. The sun was hot but I felt good. 



Grandma Goes Hog Wild Ch. 06



What can I say? After I broke in dad's girlfriend, Gladys, she let her whole freaky side come right out into the open. I'd fucked her on a Thursday. She called on Friday to tell me how much she wanted me as she masturbated on the phone. On Saturday, she called again in the early afternoon as I was working out at the gym.

"Mike," she whispered I into the phone as I toweled off. "I need you. I need you. Now."

I laughed. "Yeah. How much do you need me?"

"Goddam, you bastard," she whispered hoarsely. "I need you sooooo much. Come over now."

I could hear the lawn mower going in the background.

"Where's dad?" I asked her.

"He's out cutting the grass," Gladys whispered. "Come over now and I'll meet you up in the old apartment."

I smiled. I had lived above dad's garage until he kicked me out and I went to live with my sexy grandma.

"I'll be there in five minutes," I said. "Be ready."

I changed t-shirts and grabbed my gym bag and cycle helmet. I jumped on my motorcycle and cruised over to dad's place. I parked the bike a couple of doors down from his house and hiked up the block. I could hear the lawnmower sputtering in back of the house. Luckily, he had a big yard so I could bank on some time with Gladys without having to worry about the old man snooping around.

I crossed the front lawn and climbed the stairs to my old apartment. I opened the door and there stood Gladys, wearing only a sheer gown. Her big tits pushed the gauzy material outward in a big tent. I could see her long slender legs and her shaved pussy. She looked up at me silently. Then, slowly, she raised her arms toward me and crossed her wrists.

I smiled. She looked to the bed and I saw a pair of velvety cords coiled on top of the mattress. I grabbed one and pulled Gladys's hands behind her back and tied her wrists together. Then I pushed her down on her knees and she sucked my big cock into her hungry mouth, the whole while making hungry little grunts. I stood her up and pushed her over to the window and turned her around. We could see dad below, pushing the lawn mower around the yard. Gladys gasped. I pushed her against the window sill and shoved my cock up her wet pussy. We fucked gleefully as dad cut the grass below us. After we finished up, I smacked her ass playfully and headed back outside.

She called again that night and then again on Sunday. We had a short conversation where I told her that I would be calling her from now on. She was strictly forbidden to call me unless I asked her to.

"Yes, Mike," she whispered into the phone. "Whatever you say."

Monday morning, I woke up horny. Granny had left on Sunday to visit her other daughter in Bakersfield. I called up Gladys.

"Hey, bitch," I said into the phone. "Did you leave for work yet?"

"No, Mike," Gladys answered, breathily. "I'm still at home."

"Good," I said. "Call in sick. I'm coming over."

She sighed deeply. "Oh baby, I've missed you so much."

I hung up and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. Fifteen minutes later, I was in dad's kitchen, downing a glass of orange juice. Gladys sat at the breakfast noon, still in her business suit.

"Mike," she smile at me. "I went shopping this weekend. Can I show you what I bought."

I laughed. "Sure, Gladys, so long as it's not blouses and hand soap."

She popped up off her chair and gave me a peck on my cheek.

"No, baby," she said. "You'll like what I've got a whole lot better."

She practically ran out of the room. I settled down on a kitchen chair and opened up the newspaper. Ten minutes later, Gladys rushed breathlessly into the room. I looked up and whistled. She wore a pair of black leather hot pants and a matching black leather bra that pushed her tits up into bulging hillocks. She had on a pair of black, patent leather stiletto heels that made her long looks look even longer.

"Nice, baby," I said, already pulling my t-shirt over my head. "Come on over here and let me check you out."

Gladys tottered over and I gave her a hot wet kiss and then stepped back. I ran my hand over her body, from just below her neck, down over her tits, across her flat, smooth stomach, and then down along her crotch. She sighed and I felt her body trembling.

"I bought something else," she whispered. "Something for you."

I stepped back further. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get me my present."

She smiled and turned to walk out of the kitchen. I admired her swaying hips and big firm ass. She came back into the kitchen with a smallish square box. She handed it to me and gave me a kiss. I lifted the box lid and pulled aside the tissue paper. Inside was a metal studded dog collar, and coiled around the collar was a thin, leather leash. I looked up at her and smiled. Gladys was blushing.

I pulled the collar and leash out. I uncoiled the leash and snapped it between my hands.

"Very nice, baby," I said. "Do you want me to collar you?"

Gladys swallowed. "Yes, Mike. Please. I can't wait."

I stepped close to her and unbuckled the collar. Slowly, I wrapped it around her neck until it was tight but not constricting. Gladys swallowed several times rapidly and raised her head. She uttered a small moan as I pulled the collar snug. I snapped the tiny little buckle into place. Then, I raised the leash and playfully smacked her ass with it.

"More?" I said.

"Yes," she answered. "More, please."

I smacked her ass harder with the leash. She groaned. I unfolded the leash and slowly snapped the fastener to the loop on the collar. I leaned close to her ear as I hooked up the leash. I nipped her on the ear lobe and gave the leash a gentle tug to pull her ear harder against my lips. She groaned again.

"Hmmmm," I whispered into Gladys's ear. "You look good with a leash and collar."

She groaned and opened her mouth to take a deep breath. I pushed her down onto her knees and then down on to her hands and knees. I stood over her with the leash in my hand. With my other hand, I unzipped my jeans and pulled jeans and briefs down to my thighs. I pulled her head up with the leash and yanked her lips against my cock. She began licking it hungrily. I yanked her head away.

"No, baby," I said, looking down at her. "You have to ask first."

She fastened her eyes on me. "Please, Mike. Can I suck your cock? Please."

I grinned. "You may, darling."

I pulled her face back up to my crotch and she inhaled my cock. We fucked later with me behind her, the leash in my hand, and my cock buried up her pussy. I've never heard or felt a woman cum so hard as when she started panting and then groaning with pleasure. I whipped the leash across her ass as she shouted in ecstasy. Instead of cumming inside her, I pulled out and scrambled to stand in front of her face.

"Open your mouth," I panted, jerking on the leash.

Gladys opened her mouth wide and stared up at me with big eyes. I gave my cock a couple of strokes and groaned as my cum shot in huge ropey strands across her lips and chin. She ran her tongue around her lips to lick it up. I fell back onto a kitchen chair, my cock still twitching. After I got my breath back, I showered upstairs, dressed, and headed out on my bike. I took the collar and leash with me.

It's harder than you think to keep secrets from your lover. When I returned home, I settled down onto the living room couch with a magazine. In minutes, I'd fallen asleep.

I woke up hours later to the sensation of a warm, rough tongue on my cock. I smiled and looked down to see grandma lapping at my dick like a kid with an ice cream cone. I groaned.

"Hmmmm, Mike," granny said with a leer. "I've been thinking about you all the way home." She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her pussy. "Look."

Her pussy was slick and juicy. I laughed. Grandma stood and pulled her panties down from under her skirt, then she settled her crotch on top me on the couch. I reached up and played with her giant titties, still encased in her blouse and bra. Grandma slowly lowered her wet, hot pussy onto my cock. She dropped down centimeter by centimeter in an agony of slow pleasure. We both held our breaths until I felt her lips settle onto my pubes. Then I groaned. My swollen cock stretched her pussy walls and as she slowly shook her hips, I thrust my hips upward.

"You feel sooooo good," I moaned, whipping my head back and forth. "Oh granny, you are so fucking tight."

Grandma gave a throaty chuckle and leaned forward to pull her pussy on and off my cock. I laid back and relaxed, letting her do all the work. We climaxed together minutes later. 

Still on the couch, I stretched as granny got up and grabbed her panties from the floor. 

"Time for the shower," she said, practically skipping out of the room.

I picked up my magazine but only rested it on my chest. My cock felt so good and my body so relaxed. It was like magic. Again, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I heard granny in the kitchen banging dishes and bowls together, probably cooking up some dinner. I took a quick shower, hit the kitchen, wrapped my arms around her waist, and planted gentle kisses along her neck. She paused and sighed.

"Baby," she said to me with a smile. "What's that stuff on the chair in the living room?"

"Huh," I said, drinking in her perfume and the feel of her soft hair. "What stuff?"

"I don't know," she answered. "Are you thinking about buying a dog or something?"

Shit, I thought to myself. I'd forgotten about Gladys's collar and leash. I'd dropped them on the barcalounger when I'd come in.

"What have you been up to while I was away?" Grandma asked, turning around in my arms.

I looked into her eyes. Granny and I had learned to be honest with each other - - sexually, and then in everything else. The honesty was what had made our affair so adventurous. I gave her a kiss and flopped onto a kitchen stool.

"Alright," I said slowly. "Here's the deal."

I told granny all about my kinky affair with Gladys. She oooo-ed and ahhhh-ed at the juicy parts and sat down on a stool next too me.

"So," I finished. "Gladys is basically a horny masochistic little sex machine."

Grandma giggled. "And your dad has no idea?"

I laughed. "Evidently not."

We laughed together.

"Well," grandma said. "I've never really thought about that kind of stuff - - leashes and all. But if you enjoy it darling, maybe I should try."

I smiled and kissed her. "It's fun because it's Gladys. I don't know if I'd be into it otherwise."

Grandma squeezed my arm. "Honey," she said. "What you and I have is special. And, I know Gladys can't give you what I give you. So, if you wan to have a little fun with her . . .and with your dad . .you go ahead. But you know what they say."

"What's that gran?" I asked.

"There's no lovin' like the lovin' you get at home." Gran smiled and gave me a big wet sloppy kiss.

And just to prove that I agreed, I picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, and fucked her until we fell asleep on wet, sweaty sheets.