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Grandmother's Bed

By: Sylviafan



After finishing my first year at University I was obliged to move out of campus accommodation and find digs in the nearby town. Since this meant sharing a house with three or four like-minded souls I was very enthusiastic and spent some time searching the local papers and estate agents' windows.

Accommodation there was in plenty; the problem was that the monthly rental for anything more than a dog kennel was beyond my meagre budget. My mother, who I might add in her defence was funding my higher education, reasonably argued that I could go and live with my grandmother, who lived in the countryside about five miles from the university campus, free of charge.

Needless to say I was not keen on this idea. It was hardly the wild time I had imagined; besides I hadn't seen the old girl for some years, in fact since weekend visits stopped being compulsory. Nevertheless reason prevailed and mum phoned her mother. Grandmother was apparently perfectly willing to put me up and the following Sunday we bundled into the old estate and drove over.

My grandmother owned a large and secluded nineteen twenties house on the outskirts of a charming and desirable village. Although she was only just into her sixties, she had been widowed for nearly ten years and had lived alone all that time. She answered the door with a big welcoming smile and invited us in.

My initial impression, as she walked in front of us towards the drawing room, was that my grandmother had a very good figure and not just for her age. Her waist was trim and her hips flared in a feminine way, leading the eye down to long, stocking clad and very shapely legs.

When she came back into the room with a tray of tea I could see that she was also attractive; she had a rather full face with high cheekbones surrounded by bobbed, dark hair. She also had dazzling green eyes and a full mouth, recently and expertly made up with bright red lipstick. She wore a floral summer dress and as she bent to pour my tea I glimpsed a well- defined cleavage and looked quickly away with embarrassment.

After tea my grandmother showed me around the house. I have to admit it was a great place and hugely better than I could have afforded to rent a room in. I had a large double bedroom with its own en-suite and the run of the house, which included a fabulous library cum office and, the piece de resistance, a small swimming pool in a sheltered and secluded garden.

Not only that, but my grandmother also announced her intention of cooking all my meals and generally attending to all my needs. My one reservation was that I would have to repay her generosity by spending time with her and in my mind she was an old lady and therefore boring.

I moved in in late September, a couple of weeks before term started. Within a few days I realised that my fears of boredom were groundless. Grandmother, or Sylvia as she asked me to call her, was fun, really good fun! She had a great sense of humour, she was interested in almost everything and she was a good listener. In fact I think I had the best of the bargain, she probably thought I was boring!

Sylvia wasn't averse to a drink or two and we spent many a happy evening playing music, chatting and drinking our way through a bottle of wine and sometimes two at weekends. A couple of times she took me out for a civilised meal. I made the effort and put a collar and tie on. She invariably looked great for sixty two, usually choosing a figure hugging dress, dark stockings and high heels.

She was careful with her make-up and choice of nail varnish and I had the strange experience on more than one occasion of being aware of other men in the restaurant ogling her.

Despite being a normal horny twenty-year-old who masturbated at least twice a day and sometimes more, I had no real awareness during this period of my grandmother's potent sexuality. It was not that she behaved in any way in an inappropriate manner, she was just sexy to look at; but I was unaware, at least until the incident with the marijuana.

I should add that I was an occasional cigarette smoker; Sylvia was aware of this and did not particularly disapprove, having smoked herself many years ago. In fact once or twice she shared a cigarette with me as we approached the end of the second bottle of Chablis. However, I had not discussed smoking dope with her for obvious reasons, although I had a ready supply from a contact in the University.

One late Saturday afternoon, when I thought Sylvia was out shopping, she came unexpectedly upon me outside the kitchen door smoking a large and obvious splif. There wasn't much point in trying to hide it so I just apologised and said something crappy about not knowing what came over me.

To my surprise she was unperturbed; in fact she was curious and asked me if I had any more. A few minutes later I was in the rather toe-curlingly embarrassing position of showing my grandmother how a joint was constructed. She said that she had tried it once or twice in her twenties (surprise!) and had enjoyed the result.

Further experimenting whilst her husband was alive was out of the question and since his death she had not been in a position to obtain any, even if she'd known how. Somewhat to my relief she opened a bottle of wine and we sipped a glass as I lit the newly rolled joint, inhaled and passed it to Sylvia.

Taking a drag, she inhaled deeply and let the smoke trickle out through her nose and mouth; she took another and passed the joint back to me. We smoked and drank in silence until the joint was finished.

"Roll another one John," she said, a little urgently.

I was glad to comply; this was just like being with the Uni crowd. We smoked that one and drank more wine. I felt wonderful; relaxed and mildly stoned. Sylvia looked the same.

"What did you think?" I asked.

"It makes me feel warm and happy, I love this feeling!" 

We were both sitting on the floor in the drawing room by this time, with our backs against a large sofa. Sylvia's skirt had ridden up to the point where her stocking tops were just visible but she hadn't noticed, or didn't care. For the first time it came home to me that my grandmother was wearing stockings and suspenders and I felt a tiny wave of desire come over me, enough to stir my penis. I was further aroused when she said:

"shall we have another bottle and smoke some more?" I think I felt that if she were sufficiently drunk and stoned I could cop a look at her stocking tops a bit more, or even her knickers.

By the last half of the next bottle, and two more substantial joints, we were both off with the fairies, giggling and saying stupid things and giggling even more. Sylvia's skirt was by now almost up to her waist and I could see the bare flesh above her stocking tops. Vaguely hoping to start an inappropriate line of conversation, I motioned to her legs.

"Do you always wear stockings and suspenders, Sylvia?"

"Yes, they're really comfortable, they feel sexy and they don't make my fanny sweat." At this she burst out laughing. She gave me a comically arch look.

"Do you approve of your grandmother wearing stockings?"

"You've got great legs so why not?"

By this time I had got a full blown erection, which was straining at my trousers. I was rather insolently sitting with my legs stretched out and making no attempt to hide it. Sylvia poured the last of the wine. My erection was obvious and she looked at it as she passed me my glass.

"Well I can see you're a fan of old fashioned lingerie."

I didn't know quite how to handle this so I just grinned and sipped my drink.

"Thank you for the compliment. It's been a while since somebody said I have good legs."

"You're a really attractive lady," it was out before I really knew what I intended to say. Sylvia gave me a rather strange smile.

"And you're my grandson." She stood, leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, holding the kiss for just a fraction of a second longer than protocol may have demanded.

"And I'm stoned and drunk and I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning." She left the room and I sat and thought about the evening and her legs and the feel of her lips on mine.

The following day temperatures soared and I was by the swimming pool by eleven o'clock. I hadn't seen my grandmother that morning although I had heard her car leave at around eight o'clock. I was drifting into a somnolent trance, half listening to the garden sounds of bees and birdsong when I heard the patio doors open.

"I think I'll join you."

A few minutes later she appeared in a black one-piece and as she arranged a recliner next to mine I took the opportunity to examine her out of the corner of my eye. The bathing costume showed her figure off to perfection and she had obviously taken some care with her make-up that morning. On top of that she was wearing scarlet nail varnish, something that has always turned me on. The net result was a stirring in my swimming trunks that I had to roll over hurriedly to hide.

We spent what was left of the morning swimming and sunbathing and around two o'clock Sylvia asked me if I would like a glass of wine. The glass turned into two or three and by the late afternoon we were both a bit silly and giggly. Eventually my grandmother announced that she was too drunk to cook and was ordering a takeaway. She came back from the phone saying that the meal would be here in thirty minutes.

"Well, that just about gives you time to dress for dinner."

"Oh and what do you suggest? Stockings I suppose?"

"Well you do look pretty fantastic in them," I said, hoping like mad that she'd go along with it.

She disappeared upstairs and came down a quarter of an hour later wearing black stockings, a tight-fitting back skirt, white silk blouse and black high-heeled shoes.

"Wow give us a twirl."

Sylvia obligingly spun round allowing me to see that the stockings were seamed. My stomach contracted and all the blood in my body drained to my cock. Seeing the expression on my face Sylvia smiled a little smile.

"After what you said last night about my legs I went out this morning and bought a pair of seams. I had a devil of a job to find a decent pair that didn't look too tarty."

After the meal I rolled a joint while grandmother cleared away. I was full of nervous tension. The possibilities of the evening hardly bore thinking about. Eventually we sat down, side by side on the settee and I lit the joint, taking a rather large drag and letting the smoke trickle out of my mouth and nostrils. I handed it to Sylvia who also took a long pull. She inhaled deeply then, to my amazement, leaned across, gently placed her mouth on mine and slowly exhaled the marijuana smoke into my mouth. 

"That's how we did it in my day," she said after pulling away. "It made it all go further."

She handed me back the joint and I took another monster pull. This time I too leaned over. Sylvia met me half way, her mouth slightly open, and I placed my lips against hers and exhaled gently. Time passed and we drank more wine and shared more dope. I was intensely aroused and desperate to take an irreversible step, but I held back, frightened of spoiling a magical evening. Eventually my grandmother rose.

"If I have any more wine or dope I'll not be responsible for my actions."

"Suits me," I said, sensing the evening was about to slip beyond my grasp.

Sylvia laughed and, as the night before, leaned over and kissed me goodnight. This time she let the kiss linger and opened her mouth a little. Almost choking, I put my right hand on the back of her head and very gently increased the pressure. We kissed like this for at least thirty seconds, which doesn't sound long but is if it's the first time you've really kissed your grandmother! Eventually she disengaged.

"Thank you, that was lovely, the evening was lovely. You make me feel special." She kissed me again and walked slowly out of the room and upstairs.

For the next few days I was obliged to actually do some course work and I secreted myself in my room, seeing little of my grandmother and knuckling down to some assignments that had been outstanding for too long. One morning I got a call from my mother who asked me if I had any plans for my grandmother's birthday on the forthcoming Saturday. Of course I hadn't had the faintest notion that it was her birthday.

"Yes, I'm taking her out to dinner to thank her for everything she's done for me," I improvised and everything I hope she'll do for me in the future I added silently.

Mother was really pleased and called me a kind and selfless boy, which I felt a little guilty at.

"Sylvia," I said at dinner, "I'd like to take you out for a meal on Saturday evening to celebrate your birthday and to thank you for looking after me while I've been living here." She was touched. 

"Thank you, that's a lovely thought but how will you afford it on your grant? I'm not a cheap night out you know!" She laughed at my confusion. "I'm sorry to tease you, I'd love to go but I'm paying." I started to protest but she cut me short.

"My birthday present will be a handsome and attentive escort for the evening." I liked the attentive bit, but escort made me sound like a gigolo. Still, she was right, I couldn't really afford it.

"Thank you, I'll book for 7:30 and arrange some taxis."

As a student I didn't have an extensive wardrobe and in truth I was a bit scruffy. So I made an effort for Saturday, having my hair washed and cut, shaving carefully and dressing in a decent jacket and trousers and a really quite stylish shirt that Sylvia had bought me last Christmas. I even polished my shoes. Sylvia appeared just before the taxi arrived. She looked gorgeous. Barely black stockings, a sheath style red silk dress with a little black jacket and four-inch black court shoes. Again, she had made up carefully and tied her hair back. She wore dark red nail varnish. I was rendered almost speechless.

"Well, do I look ok?"

"You look fabulous. I'll be the envy of all the men in the restaurant." And doubtless some of the women too, I thought but refrained from saying so.

La Lopezza, the Italian restaurant I'd booked, was actually quite good. The staff made you feel comfortable, the service was good, the food was ok and, best of all, we were given a private table in a dim corner of an alcove off the main restaurant area. The table was round and rather small and one side butted up against a radiator so we had to sit quite close together, which suited me. The whole set up was making me nervously horny with butterflies and a nascent erection. Sylvia started with a gin and tonic while I had a beer. We talked continuously, hardly noticing the arrival of the anti-pasta and the first bottle of Pinot being opened. It was a marvellous evening. Halfway through the main course I moved my right leg which was feeling a little cramped and met Sylvia's left leg. I mumbled sorry and started to move my leg back but she smiled and, putting her hand on my leg pulled it toward her.

"There's not much room so don't worry about a little contact." The nascent erection, which had been simmering on and off for most of the meal, now swelled to operational size. The rest of the meal was a dream of keenly felt contact and of fighting urges to touch her and even kiss her. Over the coffee I looked in her eyes, in what I hoped was a suggestive manner.

"This has been one of the nicest evenings of my life, Sylvia and I have never taken out anyone as attractive and sexy as you. Obviously I'm disappointed that you're not wearing your seamed stockings, but otherwise you look incredible."

She smiled and reached out to take my hand.

"Thank you! I've have a really lovely evening. You may be young but you know how to treat a lady and make her feel special. And with your looks that'll be a deadly combination. I thought about the seamed stockings but I decided we'll keep those for indoors." At this I nearly swooned. I reached out for her other hand and we sat like that for a few minutes until the waiter appeared with the bill.

In the taxi home I made sure we both got into the back and when the courtesy light had gone off, and we were on our way, I reached out and took Sylvia's hand again, applying some pressure. To my delight she returned the pressure and moved a little closer to me on the seat. Encouraged, I used my other hand to stroke the back of her hand, at one point even bringing it up to my lips and gently kissing it.

At home, I held the door open for Sylvia and closed it behind us. I had reached a pitch of nervous excitement in the taxi and knew that if I didn't act now I may never. Without saying anything, I stood in front of her and placed a hand each side of her waist, drawing her gently towards me and giving her plenty of time to pull back. She came towards me without resistance and we both tilted our heads slightly and closed our eyes for the first kiss. This time there was no mistaking the intent. Her mouth opened against mine and the tip of her tongue slid into my mouth to dart against mine. My arms went around her and hers went around my neck and we were locked in the most passionate kiss of my life. She was incredible, exploring my mouth with her tongue, sucking and nibbling on my lips, pressing the back of my head to increase the contact. My hand slid down the silkiness of her back and onto her buttocks. I pulled her towards me pressing her crotch into my erection. For a few seconds she kissed me even more wildly, even moaning slightly, before breaking away and looking with fierce eyes at me. I braced myself for the inevitable guilt and "this is so wrong". What she said was:

"John, we've reached the point of no return. We've been approaching it for weeks. We either stop here or we go to bed together. Which one is it to be?"

"Bed," I said, hardly believing that all my dreams were about to come true; my fabulous, sexy grandmother was actually going to take me to her bed.

"Get us both a glass of wine. We need to talk before we do anything else, and actually a joint would be a great idea if you've got any."

I had, we sat on the settee sipping and swapping smoke, me with my arm around Sylvia's waist.

"Perhaps you thought I was going to exclaim with shock how wrong all this is?"

"Well, yes, that's what I thought you'd say."

Sylvia took a large sip of her wine.

"Incest, where it involves non-consent, child abuse and, god-forbid, genetic defects, is totally wrong. Where it's between two consenting adults, who cannot possible conceive I don't see the harm. I'm sure this isn't a widely held tenet so before we take the final step, you must promise me that you will tell no one, ever, under any circumstances. Is that clear?"

"Completely."

"Good, I'm sorry to be so heavy, I want this as much as you, probably more. I've been without a man for years, but it has to be our secret. No inappropriate touching in public, no double entendre, nothing to suggest that we're lovers."

"I promise," I said, leaning over and kissing her again.

"Well then, shall we go to bed?"

Without a word being spoken we went to her bedroom rather than mine. She had a fine four-poster king-size, with beautiful Egyptian cotton covers. Turning to face me and we kissed again, the passion mounting. Again I slid my hands around her bum and crushed her crotch against my rock-hard cock. She broke the kiss and started undoing my shirt buttons, pulling it off me and starting on my belt. With my trousers open she pushed me back on the bed and pulled them off with my socks. Kneeling down between my legs she slid her hands under the waist band of my boxers.

"I've felt it a couple of times through your trousers, now I want to see it and touch it and taste it." I lifted my hips allowing her to pull the shorts down and off. I was ragingly hard and pre-cum was leaking from the tip of my cock. Sylvia gasped slightly.


Grandmother's Bed Ch. 02



 Chapter 2 – The relationship develops

My thanks to everybody who read Chapter 1 and especially to those who left comments. It was partially due to those comments that I was prompted to write another chapter. Chapter 3, which I think will be the last in this story, is in the process of being written.


I woke to a silent house and an empty space next to me in the bed. Descending to the kitchen I found a Post It note on the table. It said 'gone shopping, back at twelve, love S xxx.' It was now just after ten a.m.

Since waking, my mind had been dancing round the edges of thinking about last night, almost like a gourmand pausing before starting his favourite meal. Now, sitting at the kitchen table, I allowed my thoughts to re-play in time-order the scenes in the restaurant, the taxi, the hallway, the sitting room and climaxing (appropriately) in Sylvia's bed. I asked myself if I felt guilty or ashamed or indeed if I felt anything at all. The only conclusion I could come to was that I was immensely, overwhelmingly turned on by my grandmother and by what had happened between us. I had no vestige of remorse; we were, as Sylvia had pointed out, both consenting adults and I wanted it to happen again and again.

Although slightly comforted by this sketchy rationalisation, my lurking anxiety was how Sylvia would be feeling this morning. Would she pretend it had never happened? Would she want to 'talk about it' and insist it must never happen again? Somehow neither of these seemed likely; she had been as much an instigator as I. Besides, the Post It note didn't really support either of those possibilities. Nevertheless, an inner and pessimistic voice told me that people are unpredictable and casting about and endlessly modifying these options, and others, in my mind occupied me whilst I showered and dressed.

Five minutes of staring at an unfinished essay on eighteenth century economic trends in Europe convinced me that university work was out of the question, at least for the rest of the day, so pulling on some jogging bottoms and trainers I tried to purge my mind with a run.

It worked. It always does. I pushed myself round my favourite 5-mile circuit at a pace which left no spare capacity for analytical thought but just enough to concentrate on keeping my breathing ahead of the demand. Back at the house, showered again and feeling high on exercise, I wheeled out the garden mower and cut the lawns all around the house. As I was putting the mower back in the big, brick-built garden store there was the sound of a car scrunching up the short gravel drive. My bowels experienced an immediate and thrilling deliquescence with an accompanying weakness in the knees. The moment of truth had arrived.

Walking round to the front of the house I saw Sylvia unloading straining plastic bags of groceries from her hatchback. She was wearing slim-fit blue jeans and a halter-neck top – she looked fabulous!

"Let me help with those." Smiling, she turned to greet me.

"John, good morning and thanks, I'd love some help. Just stick them on the kitchen table and I'll unpack."

Three trips saw all the bags on the table and I helped by unloading the bags and passing items to be put in cupboards and the fridge/freezer. This done there was a slightly awkward silence. Sylvia broke it.

"Are you ok, John? I mean..." 

"Yes, I'm great, really good." Suddenly I had to lift the stone and see what lay beneath.

"Sylvia, I thought last night was fantastic, the most intense experience of my life. You are a wonderful, sexy lady and I would really, really like it to happen again!"

"Oh thank goodness." She skipped across the kitchen to me and flung her arms around my neck.

"Oh darling, I was terrified that you'd wake up this morning and be disgusted with me or with yourself. That's why I got up without disturbing you. I thought you might be horrified about last night, you know, in the cold light of day. I couldn't stop thinking about it in the supermarket; it caused a four-trolley pile-up by the frozen veg!"

Overcome with laughing relief, I tilted her chin up slightly and lowered my lips to hers. Our mouths opened against each other and we kissed long and leisurely. It was different to last night. The urgency was gone and in its place there was a beautiful and languid sensuality. I stroked her back and she placed her hands either side of my head, her fingers twining into my hair. My erection, which had hidden itself away for most of the morning, while I contemplated various awful possibilities, now rose and stretched. Feeling it through her jeans, Sylvia thrust slightly forward with her hips and broke the kiss to look up at me.

"I'm so glad you feel that way, John. You made me feel wonderful last night. Would you believe that that was only the second time I've had sex since Charlie died, ten years ago? And that occasion was a disaster! And yes, I want it to happen again soon too, in fact why not now?"

I smiled with pleasure and excitement.

"Your bed or mine?"

"Let's try yours this time."

We kissed again, briefly, and Sylvia, taking my hand, led me slowly up the stairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind us.

We came together and kissed in the middle of the room. This time there was more urgency, more passion, more like last night. All at once Sylvia's hands were unbuckling my belt, pulling my T-shirt out of the waistband and over my head. Moving apart she removed her own top and peeled the slim-fit jeans down her legs, revealing matching red lacy bra and silk knickers. Almost choking with anticipation I stripped off my jeans, taking my underpants and socks with them. My cock was painfully rigid and leaking a clear fluid which it smeared on her silky knickers as I put my arms around her to unclasp her bra. Once more she guided me to the bed, this time sitting me down on the edge while she parted my legs and knelt between them.

"This time I'm going to suck you dry, darling, you'll last much longer afterwards."

Taking my steel-hard erection in her left hand she commenced stroking the shaft, using her right middle finger to smear the juices over its head. Still stroking she brought her middle finger to her mouth and slowly licked from the base to the dark-red painted tip before sliding the finger all the way into her mouth.

"Mmmm, you taste delicious."

Lowering her head, Sylvia used the tip of her tongue to flick over the glans of my cock. Moving lower she licked from the base to the tip a few times then, taking the head in her mouth, she closed her lips to form a delicious seal. As she moved her head slowly up and down, just concentrating on the first two inches, the point of focus of my entire being became the head of my penis and the exquisite sensation of her mouth and the mixing of her saliva with my pre-cum. In an abstract way I was aware of her left hand gently masturbating me and now, as she had done the previous night, she used the nails of her right hand to gently scratch the underside of my ball-sack.

Some indeterminate time later the pressure from her left hand increased slightly, and she began to move the hand faster up and down my shaft. Briefly taking her mouth from my cock, Sylvia moistened the tip of her middle finger with saliva and as she dipped again to envelop me with her lips, her finger reached beyond my balls until it lightly touched my anus. This intimate and highly erotic contact would by itself have pushed me over the edge of climax but Sylvia now increased the pressure of her lips and the speed at which they slid over my engorged flesh. Right at the end, just as my orgasm reached that point of no return, she pushed slightly with her middle finger allowing the painted tip to penetrate me.

With a guttural cry I literally exploded into my grandmother's mouth. She rode with me, sucking and stroking me until the ejaculation was spent.

"I think you enjoyed that" Sylvia smiled at me, licking her lips. "Now I need some attention."

Stretching myself out on the bed I watched as she slipped her knickers off and crawled over to lie next to me. Cradling her neck and head in my arm, we kissed for minutes on end, teasing each other with the tips of our tongues, tasting the saltiness of my ejaculation on her lips. With my free hand I stroked her breasts, delighting in their firm roundness, and gently pinched her stiff nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb. Breaking the kiss, I moved my head down to lick and suck her nipples into my mouth. They were large without being gross, and a very dark brown against her pale skin. Sylvia had started breathing a little heavier and now she surprised me by whispering;

"Bite my nipples John."

I obliged, clamping my teeth lightly around the base of her nipple whilst licking the tip.

"Bite them harder, darling."

Nervous of hurting her but overcome by the eroticism of the act I increased the pressure of my teeth. Sylvia responded by arching her back and pressing her hand to the back of my head. I slid my hand down her stomach to the silkiness of her pubic bush. Her legs, which were parted slightly, opened wider at my touch and my hand slid over the slick wetness of her vagina. Her breathing grew louder as I used my middle finger to part her lips and slide up and down her slit, occasionally sliding in to the second knuckle. Concentrating on her clitoris, which I could feel slick and stiff under my finger tip, I increased the pressure, rubbing in a circular motion, still clamping my teeth on her nipple.

"Oh Christ John, that's wonderful." 

I rubbed harder and faster and Sylvia started gasping and bucking her hips.

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes, oh Christ I'm coming!"

With something between a sigh and a scream the orgasm washed over her. I slowed the motion of my finger, stopping before the onset of post-orgasmic sensitisation. Lifting my head I smiled down at her.

"I think you enjoyed that too."

She smiled back, face relaxed and eyelids heavy.

"Mmmmm, fabulous, you can take me to that place whenever you want."

Raising herself on one elbow she reached out for my erection, which had been achingly hard for the past twenty minutes.

"Lie back down, darling."

Rising, she swung one leg over my hips and positioned herself above my cock. Then, taking the shaft in one hand she guided the head to her vaginal entrance, sliding it up and down her slit before spreading her legs wider and taking me deep inside her. Leaning forward slightly, and grasping the bedstead, Sylvia began a gentle up and down motion. The sensation was overwhelming and for the second time that day my entire being was focussed on my cock, although I was aware of my gorgeous grandmother, breasts swinging, head back, riding me.

A little while later she stopped the up and down motion and, with my penis fully inside her, started rubbing her sopping cunt in a backwards and forwards motion, pressing her clitoris against my pelvic bone. This was clearly an intense position for her; for me the sensations were less acute and I was able to lie back and enjoy the sight of Sylvia pleasuring herself on her grandson's cock. The rhythm increased, became a little wild. Sylvia closed her eyes and for the second time that morning an orgasm rippled through her. Collapsing over me, she remained motionless for a minute before lifting herself on her elbows and pushing her hair back behind her ears. Expecting some praise on my performance and how wonderful she felt, I was surprised by her words.

"Fuck me from behind now John; fuck me hard until you come inside me."

Climbing off me she grasped the bedstead and arched her back, thrusting her bum towards me. Kneeling behind her I penetrated her in one smooth motion and, with a hand on each of her hips, did as she asked and fucked her hard. We got into a wonderful rhythm, my forward thrusts being met by smaller backward thrusts; my backwards motion almost taking my cock out of her. I relished running my hands over her beautiful flaring hips and as my climax approached I parted her bum cheeks to see my cock slurping in and out, just below the puckered brown rose of her anus. The orgasm hit me like a thunder clap and I thrust harder than ever, slapping my hips and balls against her bum, spurting cum into her, aware that she was screaming but not what she was saying.

As quickly as it hit, the climax died and I reluctantly withdrew my cock from Sylvia's cunt, easing off the tension in my leg muscles. Sylvia, alerted by some noise, had craned forward to see through the net curtains.

"Shit, it's your mother", she leapt off the bed and grabbed a black silk dressing gown. "Get dressed, I'll go and let her in and pretend I was going into the shower."

I went downstairs some twenty minutes later and greeted my mother with an attempt at nonchalance that I hoped was convincing. I needn't have worried; mum and Sylvia had cups of tea and mum was talking nineteen to the dozen, repeating (and doubtless embellishing upon) the local gossip. I gave her a peck on the cheek and sat down in an easy chair, giving the outward appearance of attention. What was actually running through my mind were variations on a theme of 'hey, mum, what would you say if you knew what your mum and I were doing as you arrived?'

My chair faced Sylvia across the room. She sat with her legs crossed under the dressing gown. As I gazed, she uncrossed her legs and stood to pass my mother a second biscuit. The sticky patch of leaking semen on the black material, just under her bum, was clear and obvious. Fortunately my mother couldn't see it from her angle but she would be able to if Sylvia walked past her to the kitchen.

"Let me show you the garden, mum. I mowed all the lawns this morning and it looks really nice."

They both gave me slightly odd looks. Me having any interest in gardening was new to my mum. Nevertheless, she was pleased and allowed me to guide her away from Sylvia to the French doors that led to the rear garden. Ushering her out, I half turned and made gestures to the seat of my pants. The message must have got home for when we returned a few minutes later Sylvia had changed into jeans and an old sweater.  "I'm sorry," said mum seeing the change. "You were just about to shower when I got here and here I am rabbiting on when I'm sure you've got loads to do."

We both protested, but not too vehemently, and mum departed in a round of hugs and pecks-on-the-cheek about five minutes later. Alone together Sylvia collapsed into my arms in a fit of laughter.

"Well thank God your mum didn't notice me leaking! She'd have thought her old mum was getting incontinent! Clever of you to warn me, and now I really am going to have that shower, why don't you have one with me?"

My grandmother's en-suite shower was a deluxe walk-in affair that could have hosted a small party. A chrome shower head the size of a dustbin lid dispensed a cataract of hot water and for the first few minutes we just stood under it in an embrace, with faces upturned. Eventually Sylvia shut off the flow and reached for the shower gel.

"I'll soap you and then you do me, ok?"

She poured a generous amount into her hand and started by rubbing it around my chest and shoulders. Soaping my back she ran her hands over my buttocks and down to my thighs, returning to my chest via my hips and stomach. It need hardly be said that my penis was rock-hard again. Standing to my side Sylvia used one hand to soap and stroke my cock and the other to massage my bum, sliding her fingers down into the crevice to lather my anal entrance. As she did this I turned my head to kiss her, running one hand down her back, cupping her arse cheeks and pushing her cunt against my thigh.

After a brief rinse, it was my turn. I started with her elegant neck, massaging her shoulders with circular motions, rubbing hard with my thumbs to unknot the muscles and relieve the tension. Sylvia sighed and leant back against me, pushing her bottom against my erection. Reaching around, I cupped both breasts, feeling the nipples hard and wet against my palms. Kissing her ear and sucking on the lobe, I slid my hands lower across her flat stomach and, moving slightly to one side, copied her technique of one hand in front and one behind. Cupping her pubic mound, I slid my fingers around her lathered vagina, pressing gently with my palm on her clitoris. Her sighs grew louder, and louder still as I used the other hand to explore the private area between her bum cheeks. I wasn't sure at this point what was allowed and what wasn't and, loath to break the spell of the moment, I refrained from teasing a finger-tip into her anus and, after a final rinsing deluge, we dried each other and padded into her bedroom.

"What would you like me to wear, John? I was thinking maybe black seamed stockings and matching garter belt?"

I must have had my tongue hanging out because she laughed and guided me gently to the bedroom door.

"I'll be down in a while, a lady of my age needs a bit of time to look her best."

The 'while' turned out to be nearly an hour. Resisting several strong urge to masturbate and unable to concentrate on a book, I was watching some crass daytime television show when Sylvia came into the drawing room and smilingly gave me a twirl.

"What do you think?"

What I thought was that here was every hot-blooded male's older-women fantasy in the flesh! On her feet were black, patent leather court shoes with three-inch heels. She was wearing the promised black, seamed stockings, the seams perfectly aligned and showing the curves of her legs to perfection. Above these she wore a tight, black high-waisted pencil skirt which ended just above her knees, again showing to perfection the flare of her hips and the narrowness of her waist. On top she wore a crisp, white long-sleeved blouse, unbuttoned just far enough to show the top of her lacy black bra. Her hair was lose and shining with cleanliness. She had applied her make-up with care, including a scarlet lipstick and matching nail varnish.

"You look beautiful, Sylvia" I said simply. "I really don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you."

"Well I'm not dressed like this for you to keep your hands off me, although I suppose some food might not go amiss; we ought to keep our strength up. And while I'm cooking, why don't you go and change into that suit you wore yesterday in the restaurant?"

When I came down the formal table in the dining room had been set for two, the cutlery and wine glasses gleaming in the light of the candles that Sylvia had placed. A bottle of Chateauneuf du pape was open and breathing.

"Don't get your hopes too high" smiled Sylvia as I poked my head into the kitchen. "It's only a Marks and Spencer ready meal. I'll make us something special another time, when we haven't spent most of the day fucking."

Coming up behind her at the cooker I put my arms around her and cupped both breasts.

"It'll be great" I said, nuzzling her neck and starting to undo the top button of her blouse.

"It'll be burnt if you start turning me on; go and pour us a glass of wine."

In fact the meal was good and we lingered at the table long after finishing, our talk open and wide-ranging. My grandmother had travelled extensively before marrying and, when she could be persuaded, she could entertain me for hours with anecdotes and stories.

"I'm afraid there's no dessert" said Sylvia, half-way through the second bottle of wine.

"I'll have you instead."

"I'd like to dance first."

Ok, I thought. Whatever. The music she put on in the drawing room was soft and seductive jazz, not my thing at all. But as she guided me to the middle of the room and we went into a slow-dance embrace I began to appreciate it.

"Hold me closer, John."

She put her hands on my shoulders and laid her head against my chest. I placed one hand just above her waist and the other on her between her shoulders and in this position we slowly gyrated around the room. It was not overtly sexy, I could almost have been dancing with my grandmother at a family do, but I could smell her scent and the freshness of her hair and she was lightly pressing her nails into the flesh of my shoulders. I stroked her hair and lowering my hand slightly to the swell of her buttocks I pressed gently, closing the small gap between our bodies and feeling the swell of her pubic mound against my rapidly hardening penis. Time seemed to stand still as we moved together; not speaking but occasionally tilting our heads to kiss.




Grandmother's Bed Ch. 02



Eventually the music stopped which was the signal for the kissing to increase in intensity and passion. Sylvia dug her nails into me harder and cupping her bum in both hands I thrust her pelvis against my erection. Several glasses of wine and the seductive dancing had heightened my arousal to fever pitch. I knew what I wanted and now had the confidence to go for it.

"I think I'll have that dessert now" I said unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt at the side. To reinforce this little display of dominance I pulled her hair gently to tilt her face to mine and kissed her hard, squashing my lips against hers and pushing my tongue deep into her mouth, whilst at the same time trying to pull her skirt down. Sylvia took over and pushed her skirt over her hips, letting it drop to the floor.

"Where do you want me?"

She was panting and flushed from the last kiss. I led her to the nearest easy-chair, a grey leather model with padded arms, and sat her down. Kneeling on the rug before her I placed my hands under her stockinged thighs and lifted and separated her legs, putting one over each arm of the chair. Sylvia reached her arms up and grasped the top of the chair. Her suspender straps were black against the pale skin above her stocking tops; her silky black knickers were taut across her vagina and showing a small damp patch. I had never beheld a sexier sight!

"Sylvia you are truly gorgeous and I want you so much!"

Pulling her towards me slightly I leaned forward, drinking in the musky scent of her pussy and kissing her through her knickers. Bracing her legs on the chair arms Sylvia raised herself slightly, allowing me to reach under and pull her knickers clear of her bum. Half straightening I slid them off her, parting her legs again over the arms of the chair. Her glorious sex was fully on display, neatly trimmed, dark pubic hair surrounding the golden brown labial lips and slick, pink interior. Parting her lips with my thumbs, I took a first long, slow lick from base to clitoris. Sylvia shivered and moaned, clutching tighter to the top of the chair and I began to build up a rhythm, licking up and down, pausing to flick the tip of my tongue over her engorged clitoris, occasionally sucking it into my mouth. As her moans became louder I pushed my tongue into her and then rasped it hard over her clitoris. At the bottom of the stroke my tongue strayed to the area between the bottom of her vagina and her anus.

"Oh god darling, that's so good."

By now Sylvia was grinding her pussy against my face; out of the corner of my eye I saw her squeezing one of her nipples between finger and thumb. Sensing her climax was approaching I concentrated on licking and sucking her clit and fucking her with my middle finger. As her moaning turned to gasping I licked harder and faster and, removing my lubricated finger from her vagina, I moved it down slightly to find and press against the entrance to her anus. The effect was electric.

"Oh fuck, yes, oh Christ, John, oh Christ, darling, yes, yes, push your finger inside me!"

I pushed and my finger slid past her anal sphincter and a couple of inches inside her; she came in a welter of screaming and bucking, her sphincter spasmodically gripping me. As the climax subsided I gently slid my finger out and looked up. Sylvia's mascara had run and she had tears in her eyes.

"That was the most intense feeling I've ever had. Thank you!"

I stood, pulling her up to me and we kissed gently.

"I can taste my juices on your lips. Do you want to fuck me again now?"

"What do you think?"

"Would you like to take me from behind over the kitchen table? You could run your hands over my seamed stockings as you fucked me?"

I could hardly believe this was my grandmother talking; moreover, she seemed to know intuitively what really clicked my switches, perhaps that was just experience, perhaps what I liked was more common than I had imagined. However, gift horses are not to be looked at in the mouth and my penis was straining at my trousers. Taking Sylvia's arm I practically hustled her through to the kitchen. Bending at the middle, and keeping her beautiful legs parted and straight, she lay across the scrubbed pine table, her scarlet tipped fingers grasping the far edge. Fumbling down my trousers and underpants I parted her cheeks and rubbed the end of my cock up and down her slit. Rather insolently I rubbed it a little higher, rimming her anus momentarily before sliding promptly and firmly into her sopping cunt.

Sylvia felt wonderful. Warm, enveloping and tight and I could feel her muscles gripping me. As I thrust in and out I ran my hands over her hips, sliding my fingers under the straps of her garter belt and even down inside the tops of her stockings. Despite the day's exertions I knew I couldn't last long with this level of stimulation.

"I'm coming, Sylvia, oh Jesus!"

My third orgasm of the day rippled through me leaving my legs shaking and weak. Aware that I looked a bit foolish with my trousers and underpants around my ankles I stepped out of them as Sylvia stood and turned to embrace me. We just stood and held each other for a few minutes, both cool with drying sweat.

"I'm going to slip into a dressing gown, then I'll get us a drink and we can watch television or something."

The idea of watching television seemed a bit banal after the day's activities but I had to admit I was pretty well knackered. Both in dressing gowns, we snuggled up on the drawing room sofa and sipped the last of the red wine. On the television a game-show host leered at the camera with the sound turned down low. Today had been a revelation for me. Fucking your own grandmother is one thing but to find out that she's as horny as you and clearly up for all sorts of fun is quite another. Kissing her, I slid my hand into her dressing gown and cupped her breast, rubbing my thumb over the nipple.

"Gracious, haven't I satisfied you today?"

"Yes, of course. I was just wondering what we could do tomorrow."

"John, the art of great sex is just as much about anticipation as the act itself. We've got lots of time to explore and find out what we each like; and don't like. There are some things I've never done before that I'd like to try; and I suspect there are one or two things you'd like to try too. And now I'd like to go to bed and I'd be delighted if you would join me."

Sylvia fell asleep in my arms again that night, her head and arm on my chest, calm and serene after our day's exertions. I stayed awake for an hour or more, my head buzzing with replays of the day and the possibilities that tomorrow might hold. Eventually I slept.

By Sylviafan

To be continued.



Grandmother's Bed Ch. 03



Again, my thanks and appreciation to all those readers who voted and made comments on Chapter 2. This chapter grew rather larger than I had anticipated, with all the ideas that I wanted to put down, but I decided to keep it as one entity. It will be the last chapter for these characters, I think...

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It sounds clichéd, but I really did wake up the next morning with a raging hard-on; it may have been something to do with Sylvia, who was up on one elbow, supporting her head with one hand and using the other to stroke my cock; a blend of slow masturbation and gentle raking of her manicured nails along my shaft. As my eyes focussed she bent her head to kiss me and I could taste toothpaste on her breath.

"Good morning, darling. Your breakfast's ready."

"What, no foreplay?"

"Oh I had my foreplay before you woke up" Sylvia smiled and, laying back down, slid her hand between her legs before reaching over and offering me two slick, shiny, red-tipped fingers to suck. I didn't need a second invitation. Rolling over I knelt up, shaking the duvet off, and positioned myself between her outstretched legs.

Grasping her behind each knee I pulled Sylvia down the bed towards me until my glass-hard penis rubbed up against her labia. Taking my cock in one hand I guided it to her entrance and leaning forward and taking my weight on my arms, I sank the whole eight inches of my rigid meat into her wet and waiting cunt.

There was a muted slurping noise as I entered her and Sylvia arched her back, sighing with pleasure. I began a long, slow rhythm, pulling out until the head of my cock stretched her vaginal entrance and pushing in until my balls slapped up against her anus. Sylvia brought her arms around me, grasping my shoulders and digging into the flesh with her nails. Her legs tightened around my buttocks and she met my thrusts, pushing her sopping cunt onto my rock-hard shaft.

We quickly established a glorious rhythm with a soundtrack of sucking and squelching from below and increasingly loud moaning from Sylvia. Occasionally I would lower my body to kiss her swollen and excited mouth, and this had the effect of increasing contact on her clitoris, bringing her to the brink of climax.

For the first time in our lovemaking I felt totally in control, and at the same time thrilled and excited that I could bring this fabulous, sexy, mature lady to such a pitch of ecstasy. It was that feeling of control that prompted me to test the boundaries a little and, withdrawing from her, I leaned down and buried my head in her soaking crotch. Pushing her legs back with a hand on the back of each thigh I licked from the bottom of her slit to her rigid clitoris, inhaling her scent and drinking her viscous, translucent juices. As my tongue rasped over her labia, I tried to push it inside her and at the top of each stroke I would suck her clit into my mouth, gently trapping it with my teeth while the tip of my tongue flicked over its sensitive surface. The strokes of my tongue became longer and started to encroach on the neck of skin between her vagina and her anus. Encouraged by her increased gasping and bucking I went further, dragging my tongue over the golden puckered rosebud of her anal entrance and even trying to push into its tight interior.

Finally, concentrating my mouth on her clitoris, I pushed my middle finger slowly into her saliva-lubricated rectum. Sylvia came in a welter of screaming and crying my name, her hands pushing my head hard into her pussy. Before she had fully come down from her climax I entered her again and started to fuck her seriously hard, angling my cock slightly to increase the friction from her cunt. Mashing my juice coated mouth against hers I thrust almost savagely and she responded by clawing at my back and kissing me back with wild abandon. I came quickly after this, feeling the release as my cock pumped string after string of hot spunk into my grandmother.

Afterwards we pulled the duvet back over us and she lay in my arms.

"John that was simply the best sex I have ever had."

"I think it was for me too." In the ensuing silence I contemplated her words of the previous evening; it seemed like a good time to raise the subject again. "Sylvia, what things have you never tried that you'd like to?" I held my breath as she considered her reply.

"Well," a pause, "one thing that I've thought about a bit," another, longer pause, "I've often thought about being tied to the bed... How would you feel about that?"

Fucking ecstatic, actually! "Well I'd certainly like to give it a try, if you're comfortable with that?"

That was the end of that particular conversation for the time being and we got on with the mundane tasks of getting up and showering and eating. Sylvia had planned to have her friend round for tea later in the afternoon so she fussed around baking a cake while I got down to some serious university work, which wasn't easy given the sexual turmoil going on inside my head. However, I stuck at it and was feeling quite virtuous as I entered the drawing room about 4pm to find Sylvia and her friend, Nina deep in conversation and generally embroiled in the tea and cake ceremony.

"John, you haven't met Nina."

I smiled a hello and went over to take her hand and kiss her on the cheek. I suppose Nina was in her mid-fifties; second generation Asian and attractive in a dark and very slightly heavily built way. When she smiled at me the contrast between her red lips and dazzling white, even teeth was actually quite alluring.

"Hello, John. Sylvia's told me all about you and how nice it is to have a man about the house again. She's lucky to have such a handsome grandson; I wish I had one like you living with me."

Well in the first instance I sincerely hoped Sylvia had done no such thing and secondly, was Nina flirting with me? Or was it just the Asian style of speech?

"Well it's great living so close to Uni and grandma (I flicked her a slight grin) looks after me very well so I think I've fallen on my feet. Well I guess you two want to get back to your conversation..." Apparently they didn't and both indicated that they would prefer me to stay and so, adopting the pose of a dutiful grandson, I politely joined in with their conversation, tea and cake.

Rather surprisingly I enjoyed myself. Both ladies were good company; Sylvia had known Nina for over thirty years and they were full of little joint reminiscences and anecdotes, some really entertaining. I was actually sorry when Nina rose to leave just before 6 o'clock.

"It was lovely to meet you, John. I hope I'll see you again some time." Then she gave me a hug and a resounding kiss on the cheek. Sylvia came back from the front door smiling.

"I think you have a new fan."

"Who, Nina?"

"Of course, she's been a bit of a flirt for years, ever since her husband went back to India, but she really seemed to like you."

"Well, she's only human." Before Sylvia could reply to this piece of insolence I switched tack. "I had a quick look on the internet this afternoon; there are some great sites for bondage gear."

"Really, what sort of things have they got?" A slight flush had spread over Sylvia's face.

"Well, you know, handcuffs, restraint systems, gags, that sort of thing."

"Ok, why don't you show me after dinner?"

Accordingly, with the dishwasher humming in the kitchen, Sylvia and I snuggled up on the settee in the drawing room with a chilled bottle of Chablis and my tablet. The number of sites selling bondage gear was huge but I concentrated on a household name that seemed to provide the range we were looking for and did so in a more or less tasteful way. I suppose this was all new to my grandmother and it was rather touching to see her caught between embarrassment and excitement. I tried to adopt a business-like and matter-of-fact tone.

"Well this restraint system seems to be what we're looking for. It'll fit any bed, even your (I nearly said our) four-poster and it's cheap and easy to use. Shall I order it?"

"Yes, why not. You can use my credit card." Sylvia took the tablet for a better view of the product. Apparently satisfied she started trawling through the rest of the site, going backwards and forwards between pages with, I thought, mounting excitement.

"Gosh, who'd have believed you could just buy all this stuff?"

"The internet's a wonderful thing, Sylvia."

"What's that for?"

"It's a ball-gag, it's supposed to heighten sexual arousal if you're gagged and this one's designed to let you breathe easily though it." It resembled a black-plastic practise golf ball with leather straps. I looked at her, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Would you like to get one of these too?"

"I don't know, ok, yes, why not. What else is there?" I realised Sylvia was intensely turned on.

Forty-five minutes later orders had been placed for the restraint system, some handcuffs (for use outside the bedroom, I explained), a ball-gag, two vibrators, one with a clitoral stimulator and one obviously small enough for anal insertion, although neither of us mentioned this, a black satin basque with half-cup bra and black suspenders, a black, silicon-rubber butt plug and some KY jelly. The latter two items I had added to the shopping basket while Sylvia was in the kitchen opening another bottle of Chablis. I knew I wanted to fuck her in the arse and I felt sure she would let me or even encourage me but something held me back from a blatant announcement of the fact.

We were both so aroused that five seconds after hitting the 'buy now' button we were locked in an embrace, mouths working against each other with me trying to get my hand up her pleated skirt.

In the end we took the minimum of clothes off and fucked there and then on the settee. Sylvia spent some time straddling me, rocking backward and forward while I ran my hands over her stocking tops and pulled her cheeks apart to tease her anus with the tip of my finger.

"Christ, John I'm on fire again!" Head back, hair wild and eyes unfocussed she rode me harder and faster. "Fuck, I'm coming, oh god I'm coming oh god..." With a final scream she climaxed, collapsing over me and hugging me to her.

Rising, I pulled her off and almost threw her over the back of the settee, her rounded arse pointing up at me. I entered her sopping twat fast and thrust hard. I'd come twice that day but in spite of this my orgasm rose quickly, throbbing through my very soul and leaving me drained and wobbly-kneed.

We spent the rest of the evening watching television and gently kissing and touching. Five minutes after getting into Sylvia's bed we were both soundly and deliciously asleep.

The plain cardboard box arrived early one morning in just under a week.

"Sylvia, there's a parcel for you!" She appeared at the top of the stairs, fresh from her shower and dressing table and wearing only a dark-blue silky dressing gown. We opened the parcel at the kitchen table and pulled out the individual packages. Sylvia was fascinated by the restraint system; adjustable webbing straps that fastened to the head and foot boards and had clip-on Velcro bracelets for wrist and ankle. She was a little in awe of the ball-gag and fingered it nervously.

"The ball bit looks very big. Will it fit into my mouth?" She was more comfortable with the vibrators but then she unwrapped the black butt plug, which, together with the KY jelly, I had entirely forgotten about.

"Did we order this?" She looked at me and looked back into the cardboard box. "I hope there's some lubrication to go with it; oh yes, here it is, what a coincidence!" I covered my embarrassment by kissing her and sliding my hand under her gown to cup her breast. Finally Sylvia unwrapped the basque and held it up for inspection.

"Ooh, I like this! Shall I try it on now?"

"Yes, please! Shall I fit the restraints to the bed?" We looked at each other, acknowledging the sudden sexual tension.

"Yes, John, do that and I'll be down in twenty minutes."

With Sylvia in her dressing room, it took me less than five minutes to fit the restraint system to the stout columns of the four-poster bed and to stash the vibrators, butt plug and lubricant in one of the bedside table drawers; the hand-cuffs I kept with me as I waited in the drawing room. When she appeared, Sylvia was still wearing the dark-blue gown but as she entered the room she opened it and let it slip from her shoulders with a soft hiss.

"Well?"

"You look unimaginably desirable!" She did too; the basque was a perfect fit and a great advertisement for her figure. The half cups thrust her breasts up, leaving the nipples free; she wore no panties and, as always, she had put on black, seamed stockings and high-heeled black patent leather court shoes. She'd even taken the time to touch up her make-up and paint her nails a dusky rose colour, matching the lace trim on the basque. We came together for a long and leisurely kiss, but as the kiss developed, and our tongues started weaving against each other, I slowly but firmly clamped both her wrists behind her back. Breaking the kiss I turned her around and fitted the hand-cuffs, gently, ensuring they would prevent escape but not cause pain.

Sylvia said nothing but her pupils were dilated and her breathing had become deeper and faster. I sat her on the settee and feasted on her mouth and breasts, paying particular attention to her stiffly erect nipples; squeezing them tightly between finger and thumb; taking them in my mouth and biting down gently until I heard her gasp with pleasure and pain. Standing, I pulled her up and, taking one arm, guided her to our bedroom.

Pushing her on to the bed I fitted the ankle bracelets to her stocking-clad legs, ensuring the Velcro was secure. Clipping each ankle bracelet to a webbing strap, I pulled the straps tight, forcing my grandmother's legs wide apart and exposing her labia in its nest of silken hair. Sitting her up I removed the hand-cuffs and fitted the wrist bands, clipping them to the remaining straps and tightening them until her arms were stretched wide and she formed a sexual cross on the bed cover.

"How does that feel, darling, is it too tight?"

"No, it's fine, god I'm so excited! Use the gag on me, please!"

The black plastic ball was big and stretched Sylvia's mouth as I pushed it in, her eyes widening, but she relaxed as the ball entered and she found she could breathe normally through it as I tightened the straps around her head. Next I made a leisurely inspection of the straps, tightening them all slightly; Sylvia's back arching in anticipation. One by one I removed the vibrators and butt-plug from the bedside table and laid them out. I removed my clothes, taking some time to slowly masturbate myself, aware of juices already leaking from the tip of my rock-hard penis and the overwhelming sense of sexual anticipation. Running my left middle finger along her slit confirmed that she was fully lubricated and, taking the biggest vibrator, I turned it to its lowest speed and started smearing it up and down her labia. As Sylvia's eyes widened above the gag, I slid the first four inches of the vibrator into her sopping cunt and started fucking her with it.

The gag couldn't mask the moans of intense arousal. Turning up the speed I slid it out and concentrated on massaging her clitoris with it, moving away only when she seemed to be approaching a climax. I teased her like this for several minutes before briefly relinquishing the vibrator and reaching for the KY jelly. Her eyes followed my hands as I removed the top of the tube and squeezed a liberal dollop onto my finger. Smearing the dollop around her anus, I slid my middle finger in to its fullest extent; I had never been so deep inside my grandmother's rectum. Her rectal muscles tightened on me as I gently finger fucked her. Pulling out my finger I reached for the small vibrator and, turning it on, slowly pushed it into her anus. Using my other hand I slid the bigger vibrator back into her pussy and, kneeling between her outstretched legs, fucked her with both vibrators, sometimes pushing both in and out together and sometimes alternating, pushing one in while the other was coming out.

Sylvia thrashed around on the bed, shaking her head from side to side and emitting a muffled screaming noise. I slowed the rhythm, waiting for her to calm slightly then, removing both vibrators, I stretched out for the black, silicon rubber butt plug. Again Sylvia's eyes above her gag were fixed on my hand. This time I took it very slowly, teasing the tip of the butt plug up against her anal rosebud, still slightly open from the vibrator. I pushed, feeling resistance, and slowed again waiting for her to relax and open up. Watching her face for any signs of distress I pushed a little harder. She responded by raising her hips as far as the restraints would allow, inviting me to keep inserting the plug until the widened section passed her sphincter, and it slid in easily up to the base. Sylvia's breathing was fast and deep and there was sweat on her forehead.

"Are you ok?" She nodded emphatically so, positioning myself between her spread-eagled legs, I pushed my aching cock inside her until I felt my balls slap against the base of the butt-plug. After the intense stimulation of the past three quarters of an hour I really needed to come but a part of me said 'no, save it for the finale.' Instead I undid the straps holding the gag in place and removed the ball from her mouth allowing me to kiss her as I pushed my penis slowly in and out of her pussy, feeling the hardness of the butt-plug through the membrane separating her rectum from her vagina.

"Oh god, John, I'm so turned on! You can do anything you want to me! I didn't think the invitation would ever be any clearer than this.

"I'd really like to fuck your bum."

"Oh yes please!"

Leaving the butt-plug in place I released both her legs and bent them over her to allow me to enter her in that most taboo of all places. Slowly pulling out the butt-plug I pushed my erection against the still opened hole. Although ragingly excited, I was acutely and selfishly aware that I could hurt Sylvia and blow the whole anal sex thing. I needn't have worried; as I pushed a bit harder the tip of my penis penetrated her, passing the tight ring of her sphincter.

"Oh Christ that's so erotic, darling. I want it right in me, but take it slowly at first." Past her anal sphincter, I entered a muscular void, my penis enveloped by her soft rectal walls but gripped tightly only by her muscle ring. Fully inside her I paused again.

"Is that ok for you?"

"It doesn't hurt, darling. You can fuck me 'til you come in my bum, it feels glorious!" Despite her assurances I started slowly, pulling out until the swollen head of my cock was gripped by her sphincter then pushing in deep again. Sylvia wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me, I paused to release her arms from the restraints and she put them around me too, digging her painted nails into the flesh of my back.

"Go on, push harder, make me come!" I obeyed, thrusting in and out as though I were in her cunt, rather than her arse. This was in fact my first taste of anal sex and I was thrilled both by the sensations of the motion and by the double-strength taboo nature of the act; not only fucking a lady's anus but my grandmother's!! In fact it was really triple strength because the ultimate turn on was Sylvia's reaction; she thrust her hips at me trying to bury my shaft deeper inside her, she clawed at my back and gripped me with her legs.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my arse, fill my bum up with your spunk, oh Christ, oh god I'm coming, darling, I'm coming aaaarrrgh..." This pushed me over the edge and as Sylvia climaxed, and I felt her anal muscles pulsating against my cock, I experienced my first anal orgasm; less intense but somehow more draining. I withdrew slowly, again aware of the possibility of causing discomfort. Sylvia nestled up to me as I lay back on the bed, her head on my chest.




Grandmother's Bed Ch. 03



"John, it just gets better and better."

"Was it all ok for you, even the ...you know, the anal sex?"

"I adored it. It wasn't my first time." I was surprised. "I tried it a couple of times before I met your grandfather, but he wouldn't go near my bum, thought it was dirty. And I loved being tied to the bed and gagged! I want you to do that again as well, soon!"

"So now is there anything left that you've never tried that you'd like to try, Sylvia?"

"There's one thing, but... Doesn't matter."

"Well we've pretty well covered all the taboos - incest, anal sex, bondage..."

"This is a bit different." The light of intuition came on.

"You'd like to sleep with another woman!"

"Yes, full marks." A pause. "It's probably more common among women than you might think."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm all in favour, like most blokes, but are you serious? It's one thing to think about it and quite another to act upon it. Who would you sleep with? Have you got anybody in mind?" In the silence that followed another burst of intuition shone out.

"You'd like to sleep with your friend Nina, wouldn't you?"

"I've always had a bit of a thing for attractive Mediterranean or Asian women. I don't suppose it will ever come to anything. How would I ever make the first move? And how would I feel if my friend of thirty years was shocked and repulsed by my advances?" The conversation had suddenly, it seemed, gone far beyond anything I had been expecting. My mind was in a whirl, with erotic visions of Sylvia and Nina French kissing, sucking each other's nipples, licking each other's pussies... This, I thought, has got to happen.

"You've known Nina for so long, you must have some idea if she'd be up for it?"

"No, we've never talked about it. We've talked about conventional sex a lot; Nina's got a high sex drive, I think, but there's been no one else since her husband ran off back to his family, years ago now. I'll tell you what, though, I think you could have her if you wanted to. She hasn't stopped talking about you since she met you last week. John this, John that, if only I had a man about the house like John! I wonder what she'd have said if I'd told her we fucked at least twice a day. I was almost tempted at one point!"

My mind was working at full tilt now. If I ever concentrated this hard on my University studies I'd get a first for sure.

"Well assuming I could get into her knickers; do you think I'd be able to sound her out about having sex with other women? I mean you've opened up to me in a way you'd never have done if we weren't lovers."

"Maybe. How would you feel about seducing her?"

"Pretty excited, really. She hasn't got your figure or looks but she's certainly attractive and quite sexy; and she's an 'older woman' of course!"

"Of course. I'll tell you what, I'll invite her over for dinner tomorrow and we'll see how she reacts to you. Don't come on to her, just be friendly and attentive and if she asks you to help her with something round at her house, agree straightaway."

"What if it's emptying the septic tank?"

"Don't be silly. Besides, considering where your penis has been this morning, I shouldn't have thought that would offend you!"

The conversation left me in a spin again, something that was becoming a feature of life with my grandmother. A small part of me was slightly jealous that Sylvia wanted anything other than me. The larger part, which included my genitals, was in a state of nervous excitement. My grandmother was colluding with me so she could sleep with her female friend, and along the way I would, if all went well, also sleep with her friend. Where I started to become unsure about the whole thing was the element of a threesome. Sylvia had made it clear at the outset that our adventures were to remain strictly private. This would make simultaneous sex with Sylvia and Nina impossible and take away a lot of the allure. But I would do my bit. I loved Sylvia and really wanted her to have this new experience. Accordingly I was fully suited and booted for dinner the following day and, as dutiful grandson, answered the door to Nina's ring.

"Hello, Nina, it's nice to see you again, come in. Grandma's in the kitchen." Nina gave me a hug and a kiss and handed me some flowers.

"Lovely to see you too, John. Be a darling and find a vase for these, they're your grandmother's favourites."

She walked down the hall with me and turned into the kitchen, giving me the chance to give her a quick once over. Two-piece pale blue suit with a lacy white blouse and barely black tights (or stockings!). Her black hair was tied in a ponytail and she was carefully made-up with darkish red lipstick and matching nail varnish.

Dinner proved to be a wild success. Sylvia was a great cook, when she wanted to make the extra effort, and I made sure the wine flowed freely and equally. By the time we retired to the drawing room, we were all buzzing a bit and I wondered how Nina was planning to get home. Sylvia effortlessly guided the conversation to my helping-around-the-house abilities.

"Really, Nina, the garden looks so much better this summer and John's done loads of hedge trimming and heavy work that I could never have done. I'm sure he'd help you with that big fir hedge of yours, wouldn't you, John?"

"Yeah, no problem, I've got quite a bit of time on my hands at the moment and I'd be glad to help you out."

Nina was suitably grateful and we agreed that I would go over to her house the following Saturday. In the meantime, we finished another bottle and a half of wine and as it was by then nearly one in the morning Nina stood up to leave.

"There's always the spare room if you want."

"Thanks, Sylvia but there's the cat to let out so I'd really better go home."

"John, would you walk Nina home? It's only the other side of the village but the street lights are all out at this time of night and I'd feel happier if you were with her."

"My pleasure, I'll get some shoes on.

Out on the street, Nina slipped her arm through mine and we strolled through the late summer night in some contentment.

"Your grandmother's lucky to have you around, John. I think she's been a bit lonely these last few years, and I know what that feels like."

"Nina, I'm sorry if I'm intruding but you're an attractive lady. You've got a great figure and personality - why are you on your own if you're lonely?"

"Thank you, that's very kind of you. I suppose the truth is I lost my confidence when my husband ran back to his family in Mumbai; I'm not even sure if I'm still married or not!"

"Well I don't suppose your husband will take issue if you hooked up with someone; let's face it he wouldn't know. You've got a home computer haven't you?"

"Well, yes."

"So get on the internet. There's a world full of guys out there that would love to date you!"

"It's been so long since I went out on a date that I've forgotten what to do; besides it's a bit different in the Indian culture; so much is pre-arranged." Nina laughed shortly, "I'd need to read a book on it!" I had a sudden idea.

"I'll take you on a date. It'd be a dry run for you in a safe environment."

"That would be lovely, John, but are you sure you don't mind? There's a bit of an age difference!"

"So? I take grandma out from time to time. That's settled then, after I've done your hedge on Saturday I'll take you out for dinner. I'll borrow gran's car and we'll do the thing in style!" By this time we had arrived at Nina's bungalow on the outskirts of the village.

"Thanks for walking me home and for your offer, it's really made my evening." There was a catch in her voice and she hugged me tight and kissed me full on the lips. "I'll be the envy of the restaurant with you as my escort, and if you want to stay over at my place after the meal, I'd be very happy to put you up."

Sylvia was suitably impressed with my progress report and we spent much of the following week discussing strategies. This got us both so aroused that we fucked several times a day, although there was no bondage or anal sex. The following Saturday I kissed her goodbye and bowled off in Sylvia's car around 9am, armed with some hedge trimming tools and an overnight bag. Nina came out to the car as I arrived and gave me another big hug and kiss. I was keen to get started; I'd seen the offending hedge and knew I'd got my work cut out.

By 5pm I'd just about finished and I was pretty knackered. Nina had been a great support, bringing me cups of tea and lunch and keeping my morale up by praising my efforts. She reappeared as I was sweeping the last of the cuttings into a refuse sack.

"I thought I'd go and have a bath and get ready; are you staying over tonight?"

"If it's ok?"

"Of course it is. What time's the table booked for?"

"Seven-thirty, so you've got loads of time. Am I ok to use your shower room?"

"Of course, I don't think we'd both fit in my bath."

"Could be interesting trying." Nina pulled a faux shocked face, grinned at me and went inside.

I'd booked La Lopezza, the Italian restaurant in the neighbouring town, the same place I'd taken Sylvia on the night we'd first made love. I didn't suppose I'd be recognised but so what if I was. After my shower I dressed and waited in her lounge, flicking through the books in the bookcase. Nina appeared just after seven. She was dressed in a simple grey silk dress with a black belt. Her hair was loose and she wore grey stockings and shoes. She'd taken care with her make-up and looked pretty good.

"I think I might be the envy of the restaurant too!" Nina blushed and smiled with genuine pleasure.

"I've been looking forward to this all week."

I wanted it to be good for Nina. Not completely because I aimed to get into her knickers but because she was a nice lady and deserved a bit of attention. And it was a good evening. The staff was attentive again, the food was good and served promptly and we chatted continually about this and that. Nina quizzed me about girlfriends:

"Well there's no one special at the moment. To be honest with you, Nina, I find the Uni girls a bit immature."

"Oh, you prefer more mature women?"

"Definitely."

"Hmm, perhaps it's my lucky night!" I almost choked on my carbonara but Nina changed the topic again and we talked about films we'd seen recently and local news. 

As the driver, I hadn't had more than a glass of wine in the restaurant, so back at Nina's house she opened a bottle of red wine and poured us both a large glass, before putting some soft night-time type music on. I was pleased when she joined me on the settee:

"John, I've had a wonderful evening, thank you."

"So have I. I wasn't joking when I said what an attractive lady you are, and you look stunning this evening."

"And of course you prefer mature ladies."

"And of course I prefer mature ladies." Leaning across I kissed her softly on her red-painted lips. Nina tilted her head to improve access and pressed her lips onto mine, parting them slightly. I used the tip of my tongue to probe the opening and she opened her mouth further allowing my tongue free access. Then we were kissing passionately, arms round each other's necks, lips mashed together and tongues entwined. She felt and tasted good. Her jet-black hair smelt slightly spicy and I ran my hand through it, twining it in my fingers, massaging her breast with the other hand.

Nina broke the kiss first, and surprised me by saying;

"I'm yours if you want me; it's been a long time since I went to bed with anyone but I'll do my best to please you."

"I do want you, and don't worry, it'll be wonderful."

Draining my glass I took the initiative and led Nina to her bedroom across the hall from the lounge. Inside I took her in my arms and kissed her long and tenderly, ramping up the passion a bit towards the end. Undoing her belt, I unzipped her dress and lifted it over her head. Underneath she wore matching white lacy bra and panties and a white garter belt. Sitting her down on the bed I unclipped her bra and lowered my head to her large, dark nipples, standing out proudly from the soft globes of her full breasts. She shuddered as I took each in turn in my mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Laying her down I took hold of her panties; she raised herself to allow me to pull them down over her flaring hips, revealing a thick, silken black bush of pubic hair.

This was what I'd been waiting for. Parting her legs I kissed and licked her inner thighs, moving remorselessly to her labia. Her scent was overpowering; musky yet fresh and arousing. Her labia were a dark brown, almost black, the pink interior glistening with anticipatory juices. I licked gently at first, exploring each crevice and fold of skin, working my way up to her clitoris, shrouded in a dark cloak of flesh and pubic hair.

Taking her clit in my mouth, I sucked the little nub and ran the tip of my tongue over it. Somewhat to my surprise, Nina climaxed suddenly.

"Oh, John, oh, oh my goodness, oh..."

I'd been undoing my belt as I sucked her clitoris and now I stood and practically ripped my clothes off. My cock was rigid, my scrotum tingling with anticipation. Shuffling her up the bed I dropped between her legs and entered her without ceremony; I could have extended the foreplay a bit but I wanted this first fuck in the bag. She was quite tight and it took a couple of thrusts to enter her up to my balls, but now, remembering some propriety, I asked:

"How does that feel, Nina?"

"Big, you're very big, much bigger than my husband, but my goodness it feels fabulous!" Buoyed up by this I started fucking her in earnest. Long slow strokes, while I kissed her generous mouth and squeezed her nipples between finger and thumb. She was tighter than Sylvia and although the eroticism of the taboo act wasn't there, the friction was and I knew I wouldn't last very long this first time. My strokes grew longer and I thrust in harder, sweat beading on my forehead. Underneath me Nina writhed and moaned. I think she wanted to be more abandoned but I sensed there were still barriers to be broken down.

"Oh god, Nina, I'm coming." The tingling in my balls spread in a warm wave and my orgasm washed over me, my cock pumping my hot seed into my grandmother's friend. Afterwards I brushed the sweat slicked strands of hair from Nina's forehead and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"I hope that was alright for you, John."

"It was better than alright. You were wonderful."

"Well even if you're just saying that it still sounds nice." We spent the rest of the night in Nina's bed; towards dawn I reached out for her and she came into my arms, her hand reaching for my manhood. It was slower this time and Nina seemed more relaxed, locking her legs around my calves and meeting my thrusts with her own. We settled into a mutual rhythm and I think we could have gone on for longer but Nina dug her red-painted nails into my back, whispering:

"Can you make me climax again?"

I started to thrust harder, moving up her body slightly to increase the contact with her clitoris.

"Yes, that's it, oooooohhhhh."

The mildness of her expression as she came was in stark contrast to Sylvia's screaming and swearing but I found it endearing and soon I joined her in a sweeping orgasm that left my balls aching and my glans tender and angry. We lay in each other's arms as dawn touched the room and the shadows moved down the wall with the rising of the sun. Nina broke the silence:

"Will you tell Sylvia what happened between us?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't know. It feels a bit of a betrayal of trust somehow, with you being her grandson."

"My grandmother is rather more modern than you might think, and very broadminded. I actually think she'd be really pleased. She's very fond of you and you have been lonely, by your own admission. I won't say anything but I won't mind if you do. What about us?"

Nina was a bit embarrassed.

"I'm fifty-seven, childless, no family in this country, dumped by my husband. I've got precious few illusions left so I'd be mad if I didn't want to keep making love with a good-looking twenty-year old, however long it lasts before he gets bored with me!"

I left Nina's house on the understanding that our relationship would continue discreetly. I wasn't sure what Nina would say to Sylvia but I knew she'd be waiting for a full debrief from me when I got back to her house.

"Was it good?" Sylvia was clearly aroused by the events of the previous night. I think also she was feeling a bit vulnerable; she'd dressed up in my favourite sexy seamed stockings and, although I'd come twice in the night, I felt obliged to take her to bed. In the event, the sex was really good. As I fucked Sylvia I told her about my coupling with Nina, describing her thick, black pubic bush and dark brown cunt lips, the taste of her and the muskiness of her juices. Sylvia got worked up at this and panted at me:

"Get the KY jelly out of the top drawer; I want you in my arse."

This time I took her from behind, her shoulders flat on the bed, masturbating herself with one hand. Again, the eroticism of the act overwhelmed me; we came at the same time, me gasping and groaning and Sylvia moaning into the pillow and pushing her hips back at me to get more of my cock inside her anus. Lying back down on the bed, Sylvia smiled at me:

"Sorry, I guess you've had a busy night." She paused. "Do you think Nina would ever contemplate sleeping with another woman? I'm no expert on Asian culture but debauchery is not something you immediately associate with their womenfolk."

"I think you're right, I think she has got a high sex drive. Thing is it's been dormant for the best part of a decade; but in the space of one evening she started to come alive. Give me a couple of months and I'll get her so aroused she'll do anything." I realised this was a pretty arrogant boast on my part but I wanted to give Sylvia some good news and I also wanted to legitimise my continued sexual relations with Nina. It would be much easier to carry on a discreet relationship if Sylvia knew and approved.

As luck would have it, my arrogance was justified. With my grandmother's collusion, I was able to spend time with Nina two or three times a week. We didn't just engage in sexual intercourse, we went on trips out, had meals in restaurants and spent time walking in the nearby range of low hills. But we did spend a lot of time fucking, and Nina did come alive in a way and at a rate that surprised me.

Her language remained muted and she never swore during sex, but her moaning and groaning got louder and she was now often the initiator of our sexual activity. Given the circumstances of her age and culture I progressed tentatively, wary of putting her off with some unacceptable activity, and I held off from any attempt at anal sex; having said that, her favourite position emerged as doggy-style and whilst taking her from behind I would sometimes stroke her dark rectal entrance and the hair that surrounded it. She never objected but I didn't attempt to go any further.

All modesty aside, she worshipped my cock and as a result she was a sensation at giving a blowjob. Almost every time we made love she would lick the shaft of my erection, from my balls to my glans, licking the head and taking it in her mouth with a highly erotic slurping noise. Often she would look at me with her dark eyes as she sucked and masturbated me and more than once I had to withdraw before I came in her mouth. On one occasion she chided me for this, saying:

"You can come in my mouth if you want to, I'd like you to." And so another barrier was broken down, but I was still some way from raising the subject of her sleeping with another woman. This was resolved unexpectedly by my grandmother.

"Why don't you suggest watching a pornographic movie as part of your foreplay, and show her something with two women in it?" I was surprised that Sylvia was aware that such things were to be obtained, but it transpired that after our initial foray into the internet, for bondage gear, she had visited other sites and been fascinated by the number and range of porn movies available.




Grandmother's Bed Ch. 03



"Sounds great, what sort of thing do you suggest?"

"Well nothing extreme, and with the lesbian scene sort of half-way through, when you've had a chance to warm her up a bit." We settled on a fairly innocuous DVD entitled "Young Studs and their Sugar Mamas", both of us feeling that the topic of older women and young men would strike a chord with Nina. I broached the subject after a glorious afternoon's lovemaking:

"Nina, a friend from Uni's lent me a porno movie on a DVD. How do you fancy watching it together one evening, maybe with a bottle of wine?"

"What's it about?"

"Well it's a porno movie so it's not really about anything; there are some vague story lines but the main thing is the sex. I haven't seen it but it's probably pretty explicit, they usually are, there won't be much left to the imagination. It's just that some couples find them a turn-on." I think the mention of us as a couple probably sealed it:

"Well we could give it a try."

We gave it a try the following Sunday evening. I was careful to pay Nina plenty of attention after dinner and around 8pm we settled down on the three-seater settee. We spent a long time kissing and exploring each other's mouths. I nuzzled and nibbled her neck, which I knew she enjoyed, and unbuttoned her satin blouse, slipping my hand in to cup a brassiere-enclosed breast with a rapidly hardening nipple. Before long she had got one stocking clad leg over mine and the other stretched wide to give me access to her panties. As we kissed I stroked my fingers over the silky material, feeling her vaginal mound beneath, and a gradual moistening of the gusset. Reaching behind me I grabbed the remote controls and, having previously loaded the DVD, activated the television and DVD player.

As usual, there was little preamble and the actors got down to business within the first couple of minutes. I was nervous, really not knowing how Nina would take this and indeed at first her obvious embarrassment looked likely to scupper the whole idea. However, she kept watching and as the first scene progressed it became obvious that, although she was slightly shocked at seeing these scenes on her familiar old TV set, she was interested. The DVD catered for short attention spans and the actors and scenes changed regularly, although the format of each scene was essentially the same; young man visits older woman at her house and after a minute or two of chat, she removes his shorts and fellates him, after which her licks her pussy and then fucks her. We'd been careful to choose a movie without any anal entry.

The lesbian act was scene five and, as it approached, my nervousness increased. I wanted to get Nina close to an orgasm before she realised what was going on and as the previous scene faded, I slid my hand inside her now soaking panties and, lubricating my fingers in her sopping cunt, found the hard button of her clitoris. Eyes glued to the television, she started moaning and giving slight jerks of her hips. Rubbing her clit with the tip of my finger I kissed her neck as the two ladies on the screen started kissing. This was the moment of truth!

"Oh my goodness!" I rubbed harder and Nina started panting and, using one of her hands, pressed my hand down hard onto her slit.

"Oh John, look what they're doing, oh god ohhh..." Encouraged, I slowed slightly to give the girls time to get down to some serious pussy eating. Nina was mesmerised by what was going on on the screen:

"Look, she's licking her vagina, oh my goodness, oooooohh, now she's putting her fingers in...mmmmm, oh goodness, oohhhh I'm coming!!" Nina climaxed in a shuddering frenzy, pressing my hand into her crotch and turning to kiss me with wild abandon. I held her as the orgasm subsided and turned off the television, not wishing her to keep looking after her climax.

"Sorry, I didn't realise there was a scene like that in it. What did you think of the rest?"

"Well I've never seen anything like that. Those women!" She turned to me, her eyes wide:

"You know that I came while the two women were on; is that normal, I mean to be turned on by something like that?" Consciously echoing my grandmother I replied:

"Yes, it's probably more common among women than you might think." This was the time for some bullshit statistics. "Apparently nearly half of all women have had, at some time, a fantasy about having sex with another woman, and many of those have gone on to try it." Nina said nothing but you could almost hear the train of thought. Resisting the temptation to play a closing game, I changed the subject and shortly afterwards we went to bed.

After the events of the evening I was rock-hard and really only after a quick fuck; Nina had other ideas. Pushing me down on my back, she straddled my face and lowered herself onto my tongue. Guessing (or rather hoping) that she was playing out a scene from the movie, I really went to town on her sopping pussy, licking and nibbling gently at her labia, pushing my tongue as far as I could into her and, finally, licking and sucking on her clit, while I slid first one then two fingers into her gaping hole and finger-fucked her.

Just before she came again, Nina pulled herself off my face and impaled herself on my rigid cock, thrusting her hips backwards and forwards, crushing her clitoris between our pelvic bones, her head thrown back and sweat standing out on her brow, her boobs bouncing up and down. We came at the same moment, a wonderful thing when it happens, and she collapsed again into my arms, sobbing and panting.

I made my excuses and left early the next morning. Sylvia would be hugely aroused at my account of the evening and we would certainly have sex; I didn't think I could cope with any additional, early-morning demand that Nina might make. I deliberately left the porn DVD in the player.

Sylvia had showered by the time I arrived but was still in her dressing gown, in the drawing room, reading yesterday's paper. I described the scene on the settee and Nina's subsequent demand for oral sex, in the same position as the protagonists in the film.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"I don't know, but I'd say the signs are pretty bloody good! I'm going over again on Wednesday; we'll see what happens then when she's had a day or two to think about it."

"Well in the meantime, young man, I'd like some attention, if you can spare the energy." As she said this, Sylvia placed a leg over each of the arms of the chair she was sitting in and parted her gown, revealing her gorgeous bush in all its glory. Languidly licking one finger, she commenced stroking her pussy.

"Hey, that's my job." I went down on my knees between her legs and sank my face into her vagina, breathing her scent deeply and tasting the juices that dribbled from her lips, soaking my chin and running down into her bum-crack.

"Mmmm, that's good, darling. Does it taste like Nina's?" I couldn't reply to this. Concentrating my tongue on the juicy red button of her clitoris, I smeared her juices around her bum, pushing my middle finger in to the first knuckle.

"Mmmmmmm, that's even better. Oh Christ that's good! Lick my clit harder!! Push your finger right in!! Aaaarrgh!! Jesus, ohhhh." With a piercing scream Sylvia came. As soon as the climax subsided I pulled her up from the chair and, pushing her over the back of it, dropped my trousers and pants and entered her from behind in one thrust. I fucked her hard and fast for a long time before I felt my own orgasm approach, my balls slapping against her and my thumb as deep as I could get it into her anus. 

"I'm coming darling..."

"Yes, John!" Her voice was urgent. "Fuck me hard; fill my cunt up with your hot spunk!"

This first use by her of the word 'cunt' pushed me over the edge and I pumped load after load of thick semen into my grandmother. We stayed, bent of the chair back gasping.

"I suppose you'd like some breakfast now?" said Sylvia.

On Wednesday I returned to Nina's house. As soon as she opened the door, it was clear she was in a state of suppressed animation.

"Are you ok, Nina?"

"Yes, no, I don't know! John, I watched that film again, and again! I've been playing with myself almost constantly; I've even made myself sore!"

"Which bit of the film did you watch again? And again." She cast her eyes down:

"You know which bit." I took her in my arms, feeling just a tinge of shame that I had unleashed this unexpected passion that was causing her confusion and embarrassment, and that I would exploit.

"It's ok, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, it really isn't."

"Yes, but I can't stop thinking about it!"

"Well you could always try it out for real. That would put the thing in perspective and I'm sure you'd enjoy it."

"Oh no, I couldn't! Could I? Who with?" I felt myself on the edge of a precipice, stepping out into the void:

"Sylvia."

"What!! She's not like that!!"

"As I said the other night, my grandmother is rather more modern than you might think. We've talked about all sorts of things since I've been living there, things that I would never dream of discussing with my mother. Sylvia has said a couple of times that the idea of having sex with another woman excites her and she'd like to try it, but, like you, she doesn't know where to start."

"Did she mention me in that context?"

"Not specifically, but she did say it would have to be an Asian or Mediterranean lady."

"Really, she actually said those words?"

"So far as I recall, yes."

"Oh, John, what should I do? Would it be really awful of me to go ahead? Would Sylvia really want to sleep with me? Would you mind me sleeping with your grandmother!? Oh god, I'd be so embarrassed. What if I went to kiss her and she screamed and ran away?" 

"Look, I've got an idea. I'll do some ground work and sound out my grandmother. If it looks good, I'll get her to invite you over for dinner. If I'm not around, you'll know that she's up for it; besides I'll send you a text beforehand. How does that sound?"

"Frightening! You'll be careful won't you? Goodness, if I wasn't so obsessed with this I'd never be able to go through with it; I'm still not sure." I spent the rest of the day reassuring Nina and building her confidence. When at last we retired to bed she went straight to sleep, exhausted by her own nervous energy.

Sylvia, too, was nervous, now that the moment of truth was approaching.

"Sylvia, she wants to" I explained, "but you'll have to make the first move."

"What should I do?"

"Well I don't know; grab one of her tits maybe!"

"John!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't really tell you, it all depends on the moment. I'd have thought something like gently pushing her hair back behind her ear and leaning slowly over and kissing her."

Sylvia picked up her phone and disappeared into the study.

"Ok," she said, emerging a few minutes later. "I've asked Nina round for dinner the day after tomorrow. I've done it now." She seemed a bit bemused.

"I think you'll be surprised how easy it'll be. You're both dead keen on the idea, it just takes one of you to make the first move. Send me a text if you get the chance."

On the next day but one, I sent Nina a text message; 'Sylvia's definitely up for it, I think she'll make the first move. Have a wonderful time, love John.' Then I took a taxi into town to meet some friends and to try not to think about Sylvia and Nina.

I got quite drunk that evening, in a raucous bar that played a non-stop wall of sound. Waking up on the couch in a poky flat, rented by an ex-girlfriend, my mouth like the inside of a gardener's glove, I peeled open my eyes and reached for my phone. Two text messages. The first from Sylvia, sent at 2:30am; 'Wow!! Can't wait to tell you all about it!! Sylvia xxxxx.' The second from Nina, sent at 9:30am; 'Dear John, I'm just leaving Sylvia's house now. We did it, twice, and I loved it!! Love you xxxx.'

As it turned out, Sylvia had used almost exactly, the tactic I'd suggested. Nina had responded to the kiss and, after a lot of touching and kissing, they'd ended up in bed, where they had, somewhat inexpertly, brought each other to a shattering climax; twice in Sylvia's case. Better still, the morning had brought no guilt but rather further tenderness and a rather daring 'sixty-nine' position, which Sylvia said had made her melt inside as she climaxed. I was thrilled by what had happened, but I was also hung-over, grumpy and probably a bit jealous:

"So when do all three of us get to share a bed?"

"John, you know that's impossible."

"But if I weren't your grandson, would you sleep with both of us?"

"Oh god, yes. I can't think of anything better!"

"So, let's find a way. It'll only mean Nina sharing the secret, and she's not going to tell anyone she's slept with another woman and her grandson, is she?"

"No, I agree but what makes you think she would want to take part in an incestuous relationship?"

"Well it's not her that's committing incest. Come on, Sylvia, we've discussed this before and you know that incest is a secret turn-on for loads of people, male and female. And you've said yourself that Nina's got a high sex drive."

"Yes, something you've confirmed most satisfactorily. John, let me think about this, I'm not saying no." The subject wasn't mentioned that day, although, once my hangover had receded, we fucked like rabbits, both of us immensely aroused by recent events. Sylvia was at her most abandoned, screaming and clawing at my back as I fucked her, and demanding I fuck her in the arse, not once but twice during the day. On the second occasion, just before I erupted into her rectum, I slid my cock promptly out of her anus and, taking her hair in my hand, pushed my lubricated cock into her mouth. Expecting resistance, I was surprised when she took my whole length, gagging slightly, to the back of her throat and proceeded to suck and masturbate me until I exploded jets of come into her mouth.

The next morning she faced me across the breakfast table:

"John, I think you're right. Nina would never tell anyone else so I'm going to tell her about us. I'm going to get very drunk with her and kiss her and hug her and tell her the lot, a sort of confession. Then we'll see what happens."

"Another night on the town for me then?"

"Yes."

This time however, it was somewhat different. Instead of a throbbing wine bar, a few of us went to a quiet little pub, only a mile or two from my grandmother's house. I drank sparingly and took little part in the conversation, only smiling and nodding at appropriate intervals. It was 10pm when I looked at my watch; Sylvia had, I knew, invited Nina round for 7pm so by this time the pair of them should be pretty well stewed. A few minutes later my phone rang. 'Sylvia' was the caller. I left the table and went outside:

"Hello, Sylvia."

"John, will you come over, we'd both like to see you." Sylvia sounded a bit slurred.

"Ok, I'll be there in about twenty minutes. How's it going?"

"Well... we're both naked..."

"Fucking hell!" I broke the connection and stuck my head through the pub door.

"Sorry guys, emergency at home, I'll see you all soon. I ran most of the way back, feeling out of breath even when I walked. Downstairs it was dark but as I closed the front door Sylvia's voice floated down the stairs:

"We're up here darling, in our bedroom." I went up the stairs and across the landing. In my grandmother's bedroom a single bedside lamp was on, showing my mother and Nina, both naked as she'd said, their arms entwined. On the bedside table was an open bottle of Chablis and some glasses. I filled a glass and took a deep drink. The ladies were both looking at me and giggling drunkenly.

"Nina thinks you're very naughty, fucking your grandmother" here they both laughed "but she's prepared to forgive you if you fuck both of us tonight." Sylvia rose from the bed and kissed me on the lips. I could task Nina's musk on her and my cock strained against my jeans. Throwing off my clothing I climbed onto the bed between my grandmother and her friend. Nina smiled at me and we kissed while Sylvia stroked my cock.

"Nina, why don't we show John what we've been doing this evening?" They clambered a little unsteadily into a sixty-nine position, Nina on top and facing down the bed. I had a perfect view of her dark and fleshy bum, the pouting pussy lips presented to Sylvia's exploring tongue. Sylvia used her thumbs to gently pull the labial lips apart and started long, slow lapping licks from Nina's clitoris to the sensitive neck of skin between her vagina and her anus. I couldn't see what Nina was doing to Sylvia but, judging from Sylvia's closed eyes and rasping breath, she was enjoying it. Opening her eyes she looked at me:

"Put your cock in her, I want to see it going in." Manoeuvring myself to straddle Sylvia's head I took hold of Nina's hips, sensing that Sylvia would guide me in. She clasped her hand in a sheath over my rigid prick, masturbating me a few times before guiding the head of my cock to Nina's slit. I went in slowly, savouring the moment, feeling Sylvia below me start to use her tongue on Nina's clitoris, licking the base of my cock, taking my balls in her mouth and, with an electric thrill, feeling the tip of her tongue flick over my anus. As Sylvia's tongue returned to licking Nina's clit, I started fucking her in slow, hard thrusts, pulling her back against me at each stroke, allowing my cock to almost come out of her before ramming it back in. Still with her head between Sylvia's legs, Nina was making animal noises as the dual effect of clitoral and vaginal stimulation pushed her towards orgasm. At the end she raised her head and sobbed:

"Ohhhhhhhh that's so beautiful, I love you both," as the climax washed over her.

"I want the same thing." Sylvia slid out from under Nina and we rearranged ourselves, Sylvia kneeling over Nina's face while I knelt behind Sylvia and pushed my cock, hot and sticky from Nina's cunt, into my grandmother. Nina grasped Sylvia's buttocks and licked furiously at her clitoris. I pumped in and out, aware that Sylvia and I were committing an act of incest in front of someone else. This heightened my arousal and, I suspect, Sylvia's. Nina's pussy was still tender from her recent climax so Sylvia, on all fours, was free to writhe and thrash about as I relentlessly fucked her and Nina rasped her tongue over her swollen nub.

I was the first to come, ramming myself as hard as I could into Sylvia's cunt, spurting jet after jet of hot spunk into her. This triggered her climax:

"Oh fucking hell, ohhhhhhhh GOD!!" I pulled my cock out of her, semen still dribbling from the tip onto Nina's upturned face.

"Mmmm, yummy," she said as she stuck her tongue out to catch it.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. Sylvia fetched more wine and we drank and talked, in a rather maudlin fashion, and fondled each other. I was very turned on by the two women kissing, which they did a lot, but my exhausted prick refused to entertain another erection and in the end we all fell into a drunken sleep.

Breakfast the next morning was subdued, to say the least. How much of this was embarrassment and how much was the wine I couldn't tell. Oddly, it was Nina that broke the ice, with perhaps the longest speech I'd ever heard her make.

"I wanted to say that I don't regret anything about last night, apart perhaps from that last bottle of Chablis. The physical bit was beyond description and emotionally I feel warm and close to both of you. I will never breathe a word of our relationships to anybody and I sincerely hope that we can get together again soon. You two have changed my life and I am eternally grateful!" Nina looked a bit embarrassed after this and we both hugged her.

"Well, I don't know about you, John," said Sylvia, "but I'd like to have round two as soon as possible, when a certain member has recovered sufficiently," she said in a mischievous reference to me.




Grandmother's Bed Ch. 04



Again, my thanks and appreciation to all those readers who voted and made comments on Chapters 1 to 3. As a result of the comments received on Chapter 3, I decided to write one last chapter; I think I was a little curious myself!

I hope you enjoy this final episode!

Sylviafan

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The culmination of several months of sexual experiences with my maternal grandmother (see Chapters 1 to 3) was a highly erotic and incestuous threesome; my grandmother, Sylvia, sitting on my lap, with my erection buried up to the hilt in her anus, whilst her best and longest friend knelt between our legs, licking and sucking Sylvia's clitoris whilst fucking her hole with two juice-coated fingers. Into this scene of forbidden bliss walked Sylvia's daughter, my mother, unannounced and unexpected, obviously. 

Mum stopped suddenly, as though she'd just walked into a glass door, and stared at us. Nina stopped her cunnilingus, half turning to the doorway. There was silence, for about ten seconds, then:

"John, pack your bag. I'll wait in the car." With this she turned and walked out, leaving the door open. Nina looked up at us aghast, but said nothing. Sylvia dismounted me allowing my rapidly deflating prick to flop out of her arse.

"You'd better do as she says, John." I went upstairs, dressed quickly and threw a heap of stuff into an overnight bag. Downstairs Sylvia and Nina were hugging on the settee. Sylvia gave me a small smile as I passed the drawing room door and I passed through the hall and out of the front door.

Mum only lived about thirty miles away; less than an hour's drive. She didn't say anything as she drove, which was more disconcerting than if she'd thrown a tantrum. I was grotesquely discomforted, writhing internally in the passenger seat and praying for the journey to end. After half an hour or so I ventured a look at her from the corners of my eyes; she was concentrating on the road but her expression wasn't the thundercloud I'd predicted, indeed, there almost seemed to be a gleam of triumph in the set of her mouth and the creasing of her eyes.

Getting out of the car in the drive mum broke the silence:

"Go into the lounge and wait for me. We're going to have a talk." She strode indoors to the kitchen, got herself a large glass of wine and faced me in the lounge, taking a large sip. "So" she said, almost conversationally, "how long have you two been fucking?"

"A few months" I mumbled.

"Right, sit down and tell me everything." There wasn't much else I could do other than comply, so I told her the lot, including the seduction of Nina, and ending with a grovelling apology on behalf of both me and my grandmother. Mum seemed quite calm as she listened and when I had finished she took another large sip of her wine:

"So in essence you're saying my mother paraded about the house in stockings, fed you a load of supermarket Chablis (I hadn't told her about the marijuana) and seduced both you and her friend Nadia?" 

"Nina. And no, it wasn't a seduction; it was more of a mutual thing."

"Yeah, ok, but she's sixty-two or something and you're a young man chock-full of testosterone. She's the one who should have known better; good grief she's your grandmother!" She sat back in the chair and took another sip, regarding me with a slightly wry expression. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes, but under my still-painful embarrassment I was curious; my mother's reaction hadn't been fury or complete lack of comprehension, it was as though she'd prepared herself for this scenario. I needed to know:

"Mum, why aren't you angrier?" She looked at me for a long time:

"I am angry, but... Look, John, my mother's quite a dominant person, as you know. All my life she's dictated to me, told me what to eat and drink, what to wear, how to speak, who I could and couldn't go out with when I was a teenager, practically arranged my marriage for God's sake, and my divorce, come to that. All my life I've been treading on egg-shells around her but do you know what? When I walked into that room this afternoon, for the first time in my life, I had the upper hand. I could have said anything to her; for the rest of my life (or her's, more to the point) I can still say anything! So yes, I'm angry but in truth I've thought for a few months that there was something going on between you; don't ask me how or why, maybe that 'cat that's got the cream' expression she's been wearing recently. And I didn't do anything about it. And I think the reason I didn't do anything about it was that getting the upper hand over my mother was more important to me than the fact that she might be sleeping with my son. There, now I've said it. Go and get me another glass of wine.

When I came back with a full glass mum was looking out of the window, her hands on her hips. She was slim and elegant like her mother, but a couple of inches shorter, wider in the hips and bigger in the bust. Her red hair, legacy of her father, was cut short and neatly styled. She wasn't classically pretty but with her full lips and well defined eyebrows she looked sexy and had always attracted male looks in public, a cause of much strife before my father left the scene. Now she took the glass and looked at me, again with that wry expression.

"Was it good? The sex I mean."

"Do you really want to know?" I was blushing furiously and unable to meet her eye.

"Yes, I bloody do!"

Ok, if she wanted to know, I'd tell her: "It was fantastic. I've never been so turned on in my life."

"The lure of the forbidden fruit eh?" 

"Well maybe, but after we'd started sleeping together I didn't really think of her as my grandmother, she was just this really sexy older lady." That wasn't strictly true but I was trying to play down the incest angle.

"You prefer more mature ladies then?"

"Mum, I'm just your average horny young guy. Gran's pretty good looking and she's got a great body. There're lots of grandsons who'd have done the same thing and if you believe what you read every young guy's got a thing for older women."

"Well that's more or less what I said earlier when you were defending her." In the ensuing silence I fetched a glass and the remains of the bottle from the kitchen and poured out the last of the bottle.

"You'd better bring another bottle, John. This is probably a good evening to get drunk." And, sitting together on the sofa, as the light faded, we did.

The conversation wasn't exclusively about gran and me and as we drank more, mum started talking about her relationship with her mother. It felt very odd for me because in some ways I knew her mother better than she did. As bottle number three passed into history the conversation turned more to the physical aspects of our sexual relationship. Mum was interested in what we did together and as bottle number four was broached, the conversation started to become explicit. By now we were both very drunk, something that I don't think I had ever seen before in my mother. She was weaving slightly from side to side and having some trouble focussing.

"And what was my mother's favourite position?" An hour or two ago I would have been shocked beyond belief at this statement; now I considered it with drunken graveness:

"Doggie position, definitely, she said it gave the deepest penetration."

"Me too" slurred mum. "Meant I didn't have to look at your dad's face!" She shrieked with laughter and swayed against me. Without warning, the laughter turned to tears and her chest started heaving with great racking sobs. Horrified I put both arms around her and hugged her close to me:

"Mum I'm really sorry. I would never have done it if I thought you were going to find out." Even pissed I was aware that this argument sounded like something Homer Simpson might say. Mum didn't seem to notice; she buried her head in my shoulder and wailed:

"No, you don't understand, I'm crying because however wrong it is, you and my mother have got a relationship, an intimacy that leaves me out. I've never had a close relationship with her and now I've got nothing!" A surge of protectiveness and, yes, passion flowed through me and I held her close and kissed her forehead and cheeks. Lifting her head she looked at me with swimming eyes:

"Oh John, I need to be loved too." I leant down and kissed her lips, and she responded, placing her hands on either side of my head and pressing her lips to mine, parting my lips slightly with her tongue. I tilted my head slightly to better engage her lips and her mouth opened against mine, her tongue entering me fully. The kiss started to heat up and we were working our lips against each other when she broke away:

"No, we mustn't, this is crazy; I'm going to bed." She practically fled the room and I heard her feet pattering up the stairs. With slow and deliberate movements, I poured out the rest of the wine and lay back drunkenly. The sofa appeared to rise up at one end whilst remaining fixed. I sat up and the apparent motion stopped. Draining the glass I lay full length on the sofa, my breathing rushing in my ears and the room now spinning. In that position I passed into a sleep-like coma.

The following morning I was still drunk but a monumental hangover was looming. Mum was hardly much better.

"Just how much did we drink last night?" she asked, wrapped in a bathrobe and slumped in a chair.

"Four bottles."

"Christ, no wonder I feel like this."

"Well, it could have been worse" I said with residual drunkenness, "if we'd had five bottles we'd probably have ended up in bed together." As soon as the words were out I wished I hadn't said it but mum just looked at me without expression;

"You think you could have performed after all that wine?" The awkward moment was cut short by the smell of burning from the kitchen and she sprang into the kitchen to save our breakfast.

A full fry-up did much to restore my physical well-being and mother's too apparently as she announced that she was going shopping and invited me to accompany her.

"No thanks, I've got a load of course work to catch up on."

"Pity you're not taking psychology. You'd have enough material for a doctoral thesis." She smiled to take the sting out of this and kissed my cheek. "I'll see you in a couple of hours." As soon as the car had turned out of the drive I went straight to bed and fell heavily asleep.

I was woken about five hours later by a tap on the door and my mother entering with a cup of tea. I felt hugely refreshed. "How's the course work coming along?" she asked.

"Yeah, ok. How did the shopping go, did you buy anything?"

"Some more wine."

"Is that a good idea?"

"Well we don't have to drink it all." We exchanged a look and mum put the mug on the bedside table. "You remember us kissing last night?"

"Yes" I said neutrally. "Do we need to discuss that?"

"Maybe" she said and rising she left the bedroom, the faint odour of her perfume hanging in the air.

So what was going on here exactly? Was my mother coming on to me? I'd certainly tried to initiate something last night but in the state I was in I'd have kissed the cat if it had put some lipstick on. Was she playing some game that was really focussed on her mother? Did I fancy my mother? Well I'd certainly masturbated plenty of times whilst thinking of her but would I actually go through with it with mum? It was different with grandmother, I hadn't seen that much of her for years and, at the end of the day, she wasn't the one who'd given birth to me. I came to the conclusion, as I had known I would, that I'd drink some more wine, see how mother reacted and take it as it came.

Dinner was therefore a little strained. We both drank and ate quite quickly, a shame as the fish pie mum had made was really excellent but we both seemed to want to get to the next stage of the evening, whatever that may turn out to be, as quickly as possible. So we took our drinks through to the lounge and settled onto the sofa. My old mum was full of surprises; whatever I was expecting her to say it wasn't what she did say:

"So, John, how much more of this wine do you need to drink to kiss me again?"

"Couple of sips should do it." We both put down our glasses and I moved up next to her on the settee, putting my left arm around her back and my right arm around her front, my hand under her left arm. She moved into my embrace and we came together and kissed for long minutes, savouring the feel and taste of each other's mouths, the feel of each other's bodies under our exploring hands. Mum broke the kiss first:

"Are you ok with this?" She whispered."

"Oh yes." We kissed again, as before the passion heightened but this time there was no breaking away. My hand pressed the back of her head, pushing our faces together, mashing our lips. Mother was alternating between sucking my bottom lip and pushing her tongue as far as she could into my mouth. My right hand cupped her left breast and sought the nipple, hardening beneath the blouse and bra, she pressed her nails into my back, raking them up and down my shirt and moaning into my mouth.

Then she was undoing the buttons on my shirt, pulling it free from my waistband, sliding it down my arms and onto the floor. I pulled her back into a kiss and undid her blouse and we broke apart again so she could take it off, revealing her bra. She was breathing heavily, her pupils dilated. I pulled her towards me again, gently, giving her time to turn away but she just reached behind and unclipped her bra revealing large round breasts with milk-chocolate nipples and dimpled areolae. We came together for another kiss, both of us hungry for it, tongues darting in and out, tasting each other's saliva; mum's nails dug into my back and I used my free hand to roll one of her nipples between my finger and thumb, pinching it so she gasped and dug her nails in me harder. I broke the embrace to lower my head, taking the hardened little nub into my mouth, alternately sucking and gently biting on it. 

Mum held my head in her hands and lay back on the settee. I moved across to her right breast, giving that the same treatment whilst twiddling her saliva-wet left nipple.

"John, please, take me to bed!" Standing I pulled her upright and we kissed again; then taking her hand I led her up to her bedroom where we faced each other next to the bed. Mum's face was flushed, her lips parted slightly and swollen from arousal and kissing. Without speaking we both completed our undressing, mum pulling down her skirt and tights, me taking my trousers, underpants and socks off all in one downward pull. My cock was rigid and leaking a clear liquid. Mum came to me again and our naked bodies touched for the first time. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to kiss her. I cupped both her buttocks and pressed her into my crotch, feeling her pubic bush against the underside of my cock, and rocking my hips slightly to engage with her vagina. Taking me with her she backed to the bed, sitting down and then pulling me on top of her. Wriggling into the centre of the bed we kissed wildly again, our hands roaming at will over each other's bodies. Her legs opened beneath me and I knew she wanted me to penetrate her.

Supporting myself on knees and elbows I looked down at her and as I looked she reached between us, grasping my slippery erection and guiding it to her vaginal entrance:

"Now, darling!"

Slowly I pivoted forward on my knees and elbows and my penis entered my mother's vagina easily and fully; as I penetrated her I watched her face and leaned down to kiss her, this time tenderly, as a real lover might. She kissed me back, her lips light on mine and her hands flicking over my neck and back like butterfly wings. Slowly, slowly I eased out and pushed back inside; and she met my slow thrust with her hips, locking her legs over mine.

"Oh god, oh god, don't stop!" She moaned, looking at me through half-closed eyes as I continued to fuck her with long, slow strokes. I started lowering my body fractionally at the end of each thrust to increase the contact with her clitoris and she responded by bucking her hips up to me a little harder; we were still moving slowly but beautifully synchronised. The feeling for me was almost indescribable; mum's pussy was still quite tight and the feeling as I pushed in and she met me, bracing herself against my legs, was exquisite. Time slowed down and the universe contracted to the two of us, fucking slowly, kissing and licking each other's faces; I had never felt so physically and emotionally engaged with any partner before.

"Ohhh, darling, is it good for you? Is mummy doing it how you like it?" Her use of "mummy" was intensely erotic and I almost came there and then. Slowing slightly to compensate, I kissed her and pinched one of her nipples hard:

"Yes, mummy's very good, and I'd like to fuck mummy often, in all sorts of positions!" As I said this she started to lose a bit of control and it occurred to me that she was finding the incest angle at least as exciting as me. Her breathing became ragged and her eyes glazed. Embracing me she dug her nails savagely into the skin of my shoulders and thrust hard to meet me;

"Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, YES, YES. You're making mummy come, yes, yes, YES, YES, fuck me hard oooooohhhhhh, aaaaahhhhh, coming NOW! Oh Christ oh god! Mum screamed, her eyes filling with tears, hands clawing at my shoulders and mouth gaping. That was it for me too; I felt the tell-tale tingling in the base of my cock:

"Oh god, mum I'm coming." And then my orgasm hit, pulsing through my body and brain, pumping my semen into my mother's cunt. Afterwards we lay in each other's arms and I felt no guilt or remorse. Mother or no mother, when the lovemaking is that good it was meant to be!

"Mum, it sounds like a cliché but it's never been that good before with anyone."

"Same here." She turned her head to face me. "I should feel guilty by this or at least embarrassed by the things I said when I was close to coming, wonderful orgasm by the way; but I don't. I just wanted to give myself completely to you and give you so much pleasure that you'd want to have me again and again."

"I suppose there's no sort of a competition going on here with gran to see who's the best fuck?"

"Well thanks for bringing that up at this moment! But I suppose there's some truth in that." She paused. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Who's the best fuck?"

I didn't answer that question, then or ever.

"If we're to be lovers on a regular basis, what should I call you? Mum sounds a bit odd."

"I thought you liked me as "mummy" in bed?"

"Well, yes I do."

"Ok so I'm mummy in bed and Valerie out of it."

Valerie and I slept together that night, waking in the small hours to make love again. This time she started by straddling me and riding my cock, crushing her clitoris against my pelvis. In this position she came quickly and dismounted:

"Did you say your favourite position was doggy-fashion, mummy?" Grinning, mum went on all fours and pushed her rear end back at me. Parting her bum cheeks I guided my cock inside her and, gripping her hips, started thrusting hard and fast. She went down onto her shoulders, holding the bedstead and shoving herself back at me:

"Go on, give it to me hard darling, squirt your hot come into mummy." Again this abandoned talk pushed me over the edge and I had a second orgasm, slapping the cheeks of her arse with one hand as I spent myself into her.

Over the next few days we stayed at home and could barely keep our hands off each other. I discovered that my mother's favourite position was actually the missionary because she loved to kiss while we fucked. I also found out that she gave a truly sensational blowjob, although she was not keen on swallowing my come; she adored cunilingus and I spent long periods with my mouth buried in her reddish brown snatch, licking sucking and gently nibbling her. She would often climax as I tongued her, her hands entwined in my hair, pushing my face harder into her cunt and calling out for me to lick mummy until she came.




Grandmother's Bed Ch. 04



We talked a lot too, about the present and the past and inevitably the question arose of what to do regarding my grandmother and, incidentally, where I was going to live for the remainder of my time at University.

"Valerie, we ought to go over to Gran's and smoke a peace pipe. It's been nearly a week since the bust-up and let's face it you're no longer in any position of moral superiority."

"I know. Ok, I'll call her and say we're coming over next Sunday afternoon; that'll rattle her!"

On the following Sunday I could see that mum had made an effort with her appearance, and I was conscious again of a sense of competition between mother and daughter. She was wearing more make-up than normal and had swapped her usual slacks for a close-fitting white skirt and a pink blouse; and she'd painted her nails red, which was also unusual for her. The overall effect was very pleasing and I felt stirrings of desire as we left and she drove us over to gran's; in fact I spent most of the journey with my hand high up on her thigh.

There was an awkward few minutes when we presented ourselves at Sylvia's front door. She was looking particularly well groomed; in fact it looked to me as though she too had made a special effort; her hair was newly styled and clean and glossy; her make-up had been carefully applied, as had her dark-red nail varnish; she wore a pearl-grey satin blouse and a black, pleated skirt; as always she wore dark stockings and black high-heeled slip-ons.

"Come in both of you. I'll put the kettle on, or would you rather have something stronger?" She was smiling but there was a rather touching air of uncertainty about my grandmother.

"Tea will be fine." Mother stopped just short of being curt and I started gabbling to cover the moment of embarrassment:

"Well, how have you been gran? You look great!" Valerie shot me a venomous look and I blushed hugely. They were, under the circumstances, almost unbelievably crass things to say. Notwithstanding, we settled in the drawing room, all on separate chairs or settees; the tea appeared and a general conversation limped along for a few minutes; all three of us looking increasingly uncomfortable. Eventually Sylvia coughed and put her teacup down:

""I think we need to clear the air. Valerie I'm ready to listen to anything you have to say to me and I'm ready to apologise unreservedly for my behaviour." I was intrigued as to how my mother would respond to this. Extracting a grovelling apology and craven promises of future conduct would no doubt give her daughter immense satisfaction but it would be the height of hypocrisy. I nearly fell off my chair when she calmly replied:

"Oh that's ok, I understand; John's a good-looking young guy; we've pretty well spent the last week in bed together. It never would have happened without you triggering it, so thanks." Sylvia and I stared blankly at Valerie for the space of a dozen heartbeats; Valerie sipped her tea, apparently unconcerned. Again, it was Sylvia who broke the silence:

"I don't believe you." 

"Ask John."

I knew that that would be her response but I was still thunderstruck that she was putting us in this position. Sylvia looked across at me with a slightly raised eyebrow and I curled up and died inside:

"Yes, we did."

"Yes you did what?"

Yes. We have spent time in bed together in the last few days."

"Having sex?"

"Yes." There was a much longer silence. The mantelpiece clock ticked away, unconcerned with the drama unfolding in front of it. Valerie sat erect and composed; the light of challenge in her eyes. Eventually Sylvia spoke:

"This wasn't a competition for your son's affections, Valerie. What happened between us had nothing to do with you." And she'd hit the nail on the head at the first shot, with devastating accuracy.

"Exactly! It was something I couldn't be part of! Well I bloody well am now!" Mum's voice rose to a shriek and she started sobbing uncontrollably. Appalled, I hurried over to her and hugged her close. Sylvia also came over, more slowly, and sat down, almost gingerly, on the other side of mum:

"I'm sorry Valerie; that was a horrid thing to say. I never thought of it as coming between you and John, I know how much you love him; and I love you too." And there the three of us were, hugging each other as if our lives depended upon it. Mum in the middle with an arm round my neck and her head buried in Sylvia's blouse, mascara and face powder leaving its indelible imprint on the pearl-grey satin fabric. After a while mum's sobs abated and she blew her nose:

"I know you love me mum; I'm sorry too. Life's just been so crap since the divorce; I just wanted to be loved and then when it looked as though you'd taken John from me I tried to get him back. I guess I went over the top a bit there."

I kissed mum on the cheek. "Nobody ever took me from you, mum. And I don't regret anything that's happened, except that bit where you found us together with Nina; that was pretty crucifying." I looked across at Sylvia, who gave me a rather arch smile. Noticing this Valerie laughed and the atmosphere relaxed:

"Well where do we go from here? I'm really open to suggestions."

Like a gambler risking it all on red and damn the consequences I had the mad idea of suggesting a threesome. However, I wasn't quite sure what the fallout of all this was going to be. I wanted to continue sleeping with my mother and to resume sleeping with Sylvia and although I had a notion that Sylvia would be open to such a suggestion I doubted if Valerie would, particularly in the present circumstances. So I temporised:

"Why don't we have a glass of wine? I'll go for a takeaway." And suddenly the day wasn't so bad. Mum and I stayed until evening; the conversation grew lively and full of sexual innuendo. Mum was fine when Sylvia offered to continue putting me up during term-time. She even laughed when Sylvia said "I'll try not to wear him out too much for you!"

Throwing caution to the winds I even gave Sylvia a French kiss as we parted on the doorstep:

"You're a cheeky little sod" was my mum's comment as we drove away.

At home we were both ready for sex and went straight upstairs. I undressed Valerie slowly, kissing her all over and laying her on the bed as I stripped off. Naked and with a seriously hard penis we kissed deeply and passionately. Breaking off, Valerie rose and straddled my chest:

"Would you like to lick mummy's pussy darling? Put your tongue right inside me? Suck on my clitoris and make mummy come?" As she said this she was stroking herself, her middle finger with its painted nail rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion. The finger then disappeared inside her to the second knuckle and came out coated with a glistening lubricant. She slid the finger into my mouth:

"Can you taste mummy's juices?" Moving forward slightly she positioned herself over my face and gently lowered herself until my mouth engaged with her sopping cunt. "That's it darling lick me, lick me hard!" I slurped up and down her slit, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit and trying to penetrate her with it. Reaching up I found her nipples and pinched them firmly:

"Yes! Mummy likes that, squeeze them harder!" I complied and she started writhing over my face, covering me in lubrication, rubbing her slick wetness over my mouth and nose:

"Mummy's coming now." She gave a long moan which rose to a scream as I tightened my grip on her nipples. Her orgasm washed over her and Valerie collapsed backwards onto her hands breaking her pussy away from my mouth. Pushing her off me I lifted her legs and quickly slid the whole length of my rigid cock into her. She gasped and reached up to me, pulling me down to kiss her. There was no question now of slow, gentle lovemaking; I wanted to fuck my mother hard until I came inside her. I grabbed her wrists and held her down, pressing my mouth on hers and pistoned my cock in and out of her hard and deep.

"Yes! Hold mummy down and fuck her hard. Fuck her like you used to fuck my mother. I bet you're going to fuck her again next week aren't you? Go on; tell mummy what you're going to do!"

This was just unbelievable. My mother seemed to be attuned to every erotic, incest laden fantasy that I'd ever dreamed about. Listening to her say these things as I thrust mercilessly into her was surreal to say the least:

"Yes" I said, "I'm going to fuck her next week and then I'm going to come back at the weekend and fuck you and maybe one day we'll all get together in bed and your mother can watch me fucking you and then I'll take my big, hard cock out of your hot cunt (I'd never used that word in front of her before!) and push it in your mother's mouth so she can taste her daughter's juices." Valerie stared at me her eyes wide, her mouth open and I thought for a moment that I'd gone too far. In fact she was building up to another orgasm:

"Oh god and then what will you do?"

"I'll push my cock into your mother and you can watch me fuck her and then you can suck my cock and taste your mother's juices!"

This was too much for both of us. Valerie thrashed and bucked on the bed as I held her down and crashed my cock in and out of her:

"Oooohhh, yeeessssss. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Her head was jerking from side to side saliva on her chin and then it was my turn:

"Oh mummy darling, I'm coming, I'm coming inside you, oh Jesus, oh god!"

We hugged fiercely as the waves of passion ebbed and then we lay quietly together, me stroking the hair from Valerie's eyes and kissing her tenderly and gently. Eventually we rose from the bed and started picking through our clothing.

Valerie broke the silence:

"Do you think I'm weird saying all that stuff while we're fucking?"

"Well I might ask you the same question. Given our relationship, the fact that we are fucking sort of eclipses anything we say in the heat of the moment doesn't it?" It occurred to me that by asking me during sex what I was going to do, Valerie had been pushing me into saying something or towards something; something that she didn't want to raise alone. However, the moment for deep confession passed and we dressed and three days later Sylvia came over to collect me.

I had decided that I wanted a pretty full and frank discussion with Sylvia and I opened this on the way back to her house:

"What do you think of this whole situation, you know, me sleeping with mum and you?" Ignoring my implication that I would continue to sleep with her she chuckled:

"Well it's like being in a stage farce except that it's real life and the issue is incest instead of just marital infidelity. It's ok John, I think all the parties involved are happy with the situation. I for one have been missing your body and I'm looking forward to renewing the acquaintanceship just as soon as we get home!" Well, that answered one question anyway.

"Last night when mum and I were, well you know..."

"Fucking each other's brains out?"

"Yeah. Well I told mum that I wanted both of you together and I think she got really turned on."

"Fucking hell John, do you want me to crash the car? You're suggesting that my daughter and I join you in a menage-a-trois, is that correct?"

"Yes but only said in the heat of the moment. And I wasn't suggesting that you two had sex together, only that you were both there" I ended lamely.

"Oh well that's ok then; for a moment you had me worried." She glanced over at me and smiled. "I'll be completely honest with you, John; I think that I would be really, really turned on if I watched my daughter and her son having sex. I don't know what else would happen and I don't want to speculate."

I think the thought of it really, really had turned her on. Once home she stripped off to her underwear in the hall and, bending over the telephone table and pulling her panties aside, offered herself to me like a cheap slut. I didn't need to wait for a written invitation; I didn't even pull my pants down, I just unzipped the fly, pulled out by cock and sank it into her up to my balls. It wasn't really a good place for screwing but Sylvia braced her hands on the wall and thrust back at me and I steadied myself with a hand each side of her hips and fucked her steadily while she gasped and pressed her face to the table top. Just before I came I licked the end of my thumb and slid it into Sylvia's anus, up to the first knuckle. Her cunt spasmed as she came, triggering my own orgasm and I pulled out of her leaving a trail of semen dribbling down her leg onto her stocking top. Straightening up and turning to me she came into my arms:

"God I've missed you."

"Yeah, likewise."

"Liar, you've been fucking like a rabbit."

Later we made love more sedately, Sylvia rocking backwards and forwards on top of me before we changed to the missionary position. We kept this position for at least half an hour, neither of us ready to come and neither of us wanting it to finish. We kissed and nuzzled each other and Sylvia gently raked her manicured nails down my back, still sore from her daughter's attentions. Towards the end the pace increased and Sylvia dug her nails into my buttocks, stretching one hand round so the tip of her middle finger could press into my anus.

"Does my daughter do this for you?" she grinned up at me, pushing a little deeper.

"It's not a competition" I said, echoing my words from a few days previously. Then I started to come; and Sylvia pushed her finger right in and I felt my sphincter grip it as the orgasm racked me.

And thus the pattern of my life was established for the next few weeks, up until the Christmas break. Weekdays I stayed with Sylvia, sleeping in her bed and making love daily; on Friday afternoons I returned home and Valerie and I spent the weekend in a frenzy of incestuous abandon, fucking at least twice a day and returning to Sylvia on Sunday afternoon. Thank God for youth!

One Sunday morning in late November, as Valerie and I lay in post-coital somnolence, she turned her head to me: "Grandmother's invited us over for Christmas day and Boxing day this year; what do you think; will it be too awkward?"

My first thought was that for a couple of days my two lovers would be under one roof with booze running freely and plenty of seasonal bonhomie.

"I think that would be a good idea. Gran'll be lonely by herself over Christmas."

"Hmm, raises an interesting point though; who will you be sleeping with?"

This interesting point wasn't brought up again but the holiday arrangements were made and Valerie and I loaded up the car and drove over to Sylvia's house after lunch on Christmas Eve. Since we'd been sleeping together Valerie had overhauled her wardrobe and generally taken more care with her appearance. Prompted by my recent thoughtful and unselfish birthday gift to her of a pair of black seamed stockings, she had taken to wearing stockings and a suspender belt most of the time I was around and had spiced up her lingerie collection with some silky black cami-knickers and even some split-crotch panties. Nevertheless I was surprised to see her wearing seamed stockings today; she'd never before worn them out of the house as far as I knew. She was also wearing a very sexy, close fitting and quite revealing black dress of a lace-trimmed silky material and she'd chosen a slightly slutty crimson lipstick and matching nail varnish; the outfit was completed by four-inch heeled black patent leather pumps. I wondered for whom this display was intended; there was more than a hint of an alpha-female parade about it.

Over at grandmother's Sylvia "threw wide the Yuletide door" and welcomed us in. As she led the way into the drawing room I did a double take; she was also wearing seamed stockings, although her dress, equally tight-fitting, was dark grey and she had chosen dark-green nail varnish. I was pretty sure that they hadn't collaborated on their outfits; what I was experiencing was two females vying for the attentions of the male; it looked like being an interesting Christmas!

The house was filled with seasonal decorations and roaring fires and a large Christmas tree was lit up in a corner of the drawing room. Sylvia immediately offered us a drink and I realised that the Christmas tree wasn't the only thing in the room that was lit up. She'd clearly been drinking before we arrived and although she was in no way drunk, I could see that the first levels of reserve had already been cast aside and she was very touchy-feely, particularly with me. Sensing rather than seeing Valerie's glare I excused myself into the kitchen and got us all a drink; the sooner Valerie was outside of a few glasses of wine the better. At least, so I thought.

In fact, as the afternoon and early evening progressed, the fact and nature of the competition for my attention between the two ladies started to crystallise. One would grab me for a kiss under the mistletoe, and not just a chaste mother or grandmother kiss either. A little later the other would pull me up for a dance and press their crotch into mine, their head buried in my neck. In this competition Sylvia had the slightly better hand, as it was her territory. She pushed the bounds by dipping a finger in the trifle mix and inviting me to lick it off to 'see if there was enough sherry in it.' Valerie responded by complaining of an itchy back and asking me to unzip her dress and scratch it. As I scratched and she moaned appreciatively I kissed her shoulders and neck and then, with some trepidation but hoping to prompt an even more explicit display from Sylvia, I reached around and cupped both my mother's breasts, pulling her back against my chest.

She made no protest and indeed as I continued to nuzzle her neck she leaned back into me with an audible and contented sigh. Sylvia's next move was to announce supper and ask us to go to the table. She'd put Valerie and I at far ends of the oval table which I thought a little obvious but I raised no objections during the meal as my grandmother slipped her stockinged foot out of her shoe and stroked my calf with it. I think Valerie was pretty sure what was going on but there wasn't much she could do about it.

After supper I made a point of sitting in the middle of the largest settee in the drawing room, leaving the ladies the choice of sitting alone or sitting either side of me. They chose the latter, albeit with some posturing. By then all three of us were a little drunk; Sylvia possibly more than that, judging by her next move:

"Have you got a nice big kiss for your grandmother Sylvia?" she said putting her arms around my neck and lifting her legs onto my lap. I turned towards her with the intention of disarming her with a smile and a quick peck on the cheek, or lips. Sylvia was having none of that; she pulled my head to hers and opened her lips against mine. We kissed for about a minute during which I was acutely aware of my mother sitting motionless on my other side. Breaking the kiss I turned to my mother:

"Have you got a nice big kiss for your son?"

She smiled at me gratefully and, sliding my arm around her shoulder, we kissed slowly and sensuously. I wasn't at this point trying to exclude Sylvia, but rather to include Valerie. However, feeling her legs move from my lap I was surprised, even in my slightly drunken state, when Sylvia started running her hand over my crotch, seeking my penis and tracing its line as it grew inside my trousers. The evening seemed to be approaching a critical point and my feeling was 'bring it on and let's see where it goes!'

The scene on the settee actually stabilised slightly over the next few minutes. I had an arm around each of the ladies and they were leaning close to me, allowing my hand to cup one of their breasts. I kissed them alternately and with an equal measure of passion; Sylvia was still stroking my cock through my trousers and Valerie was pretending not to notice. Relinquishing their breasts I ran my hands down over their hips and, simultaneously, pulled up the hems of their skirts, revealing their stocking tops and, in Sylvia's case, a glimpse of her silky panties. Sylvia responded by gripping my erection more firmly and more obviously and stroking it up and down through my pants, but it was good old mum again who really got the party going:




Grandmother's Bed Ch. 04



"Why don't you stop messing around and take his cock out?" and leaning over she undid my belt and the top button of my trousers. By this point my penis was rock-hard; I was in a semi-dreamlike state of unbelievable eroticism and watched almost in a detached state as my grandmother pulled my zip down and parted my trouser tops, revealing the glistening helmet of my cock thrusting out of the waistband of my underpants.

"Mmmm, that doesn't look comfortable." Pulling my underpants down she took the shaft of my penis in one hand, masturbating me slowly, and used the middle finger of the other to smear my juices around the swollen head. If I hadn't had so much to drink I wold have shot my load there and then. As it was I left Sylvia to her ministrations and turned to kiss Valerie. She was clearly very aroused and her kisses were an urgent exploration of my mouth with her tongue, interspersed by nibbling my lips, cheeks and ears. As we kissed I felt Sylvia move and the unbelievable warmth of her mouth enveloping the head of my cock, her tongue licking around the sensitive glans, tasting and relishing the clear liquid dribbling from it. Another critical moment was approaching and, like a diver, nervous on a high board, I focussed on a single point thought. Gently raising Sylvia's head, with a hand on her shoulder, I applied pressure to my mother's shoulder and to my relief and delight she bent over, sliding off the settee as Sylvia had done, taking the bulging head of rigid meat into her mouth. It didn't trouble her that Sylvia's hand was still gently stroking me; Valerie concentrated on the tip of my cock, sucking and sliding her lips over the first two inches, using her tongue to explore the little hole at the tip.

The next stage in this game of feminine one-upmanship had to be penetration. But would either of them be up for that, in front of the other? I knew the answer as far as Sylvia was concerned; it was Valerie I needed on board (as it were) and the way to do it was to take her first, showing a little favouritism and giving her the upper hand over her mother. In the meantime, they were both taking it in turns to suck me off, neither of them being too greedy and neither trying too hard to bring things to a climax.

Taking a chance while mum's head bobbed up and down in my lap, I tried to mime to Sylvia that to get to the next level, I should turn my attention to my mother. She got it straightaway, and smiled up at me:

"This is getting so steamy; I think we all need a little refreshment to keep us going." Standing she disappeared in to the kitchen and there was a clink of glasses. Bending over I took Valerie by the shoulders and raised her head to mine for a kiss; I could taste the saltiness of my juices on her lips; it was now or never:

"I want you inside me." She'd spoken the words before I had a chance to say anything; raising her dress she pulled down and stepped out of her soaking cami-knickers and stepped forward to pull my trousers and pants off, before kneeling down on the settee and straddling me, one hand behind her back to guide me in. God she was sopping wet. My penis was as big and hard as it ever gets and it slid straight in until she was siting fully in my lap, rocking backwards and forwards, her hands on my shoulders.

She took no notice when Sylvia re-entered the room with a tray of drinks, placing them down on a sideboard. Without a word my grandmother unzipped her dress and slipped it down over her body, followed by her panties. She came to stand behind my mother and gently placed her hands on her shoulders. Valerie closed her eyes, and leaned her head back, mouth half open, still rocking backwards and forwards.

"Does that feel good, darling?" whispered Sylvia, her hands softly kneading her daughter's shoulders and neck.

"Oh mum, it's fabulous, I feel so wonderful, I love you both so much!"

Sylvia pulled her daughter's dress zip down and Valerie raised her arms to allow it to be pulled over her head. Reaching behind, Valerie unclipped her black bra and slid it off, allowing her breasts to bounce slightly with the motion, the nipples big and erect.

"Squeeze my nipples!" Valerie gasped urgently, her forward and backward motion beginning to speed:

"Who, me?" I asked rather clumsily.

"Either of you, both of you, just please do it!" Her mother took the initiative reaching round and cupping both her daughter's breasts, pinching the nipples between index finger and thumb. "Yes, yes, harder mum, harder!" Valerie was bucking wildly her head thrown back into her mother's bosom; reaching behind, she grasped her mother's buttocks and pulled her into a tighter embrace, Sylvia's bush pressed against her back, as the orgasm overwhelmed her:

"Yes! Yes! YES. Aaaaaaaaaah, sweet Jesus!"

I felt the deluge of liquid in my crotch as wave after wave of pleasure washed over my mother and she finally collapsed against me, moaning softly. I held her close:

"I love you mum!" She straightened in my lap, pushing her hair away from her face. Behind her Sylvia looked a little bit lonely:

"Does an old bird get to have some fun too, or is it all over?" Sylvia smiled to take any sting out of the words.

"Oh mum, of course!" Her daughter climbed off me and my still rigid cock slipped out and stood smartly to attention, awaiting the next customer. Valerie took her mother's arms and guided her into a kneeling position over me. It looked a little like a geriatric carer taking her charge to the toilet, something Sylvia was a long way from needing, but she allowed herself to be positioned:

"Guide me in, Valerie darling." My mother obliged and kneeling behind her mother, she grasped the slippery shaft of my erection. Sylvia arched her back, better exposing her labia, and, rubbing the tip of my cock up and down the slit a couple of times, her daughter guided me into her mother's wet and waiting cunt and watched as her mother sat down slowly on me taking my full length inside her. At first Sylvia took my shoulders and rode up and down, taking us to the point where I was almost ready to slip out before sliding back down the whole length. This was dangerous for me; the sensation was electric but I had no intention of coming yet and within a few minutes Sylvia settled down in my lap and started a backwards and forwards motion as her daughter had done.

Behind her, Valerie unclipped her mother's bra and stood stroking her breasts and rolling the nipples gently between her fingers. The sight of my mother's hands with their crimson nails cupping Sylvia's breasts was powerfully erotic and goaded me to what I thought of as the 'next stage.' Reaching out for my mother's arm I drew her to me and we kissed as Sylvia rode gently backwards and forward in my lap. Breaking the kiss, but keeping my arm around my mother's shoulders, I brought Sylvia towards me and we enjoyed a singularly erotic kiss, our tongues twining together, first in her mouth and then in mine. Breaking this kiss I gently applied pressure to both their shoulders to bring them together for what I hoped would be a kiss. There was no resistance from Sylvia and no more than a heartbeat of hesitation from my mother. Their heads approached each other slowly, as if savouring the moment, faces tilting slightly to better engage their mouths. As if by common consent, they both stopped about six inches apart and looked at each other, eyes half closed, lips slightly apart. Then they were moving again and the gap was closing.

Their lips met and for a small time stayed quiescent. Then my mother opened her lips a little wider and pressed a little harder against her mother's mouth. Sylvia withdrew for the space of a second and then, putting her hand behind her daughter's head, kissed her softly and slid her tongue into her mouth. I was a mere spectator for the next five minutes as mother and daughter gave thrilling demonstration of the art of French kissing. Towards the end, Sylvia's forward and backward motion became stronger and she broke the kiss. By this time I had hold of her bum cheeks and I was helping her to thrust backwards and forwards. Placing one of my hands in the small of her back I reached around with the other to find her puckered little rosebud. The whole area was slick with her fanny juices and the tip off my finger slid in easily:

"Oh Christ, John, yes, yes, push your finger in a bit deeper!" I felt my mother's hand over mine, pressing down and urging my finger deeper into Sylvia's anus:

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, yes, yes, yes, yes, shit I'm coming. Ooooohhhhhh YES!" Sylvia threw back her head and screamed as she climaxed and then the three of us were in an untidy tangle on the settee, all hugging and kissing and gasping with amazed disbelief. I was the first to recover:

"Who'd like a drink?" We all laughed and a minute or so later we were back on the settee with a glass of chilled wine. The fact that I still had an erection was clear evidence that I was the only one who hadn't yet had an orgasm.

"Well that's not fair after all the pleasure you've given us, is it Valerie?" Valerie shook her head:

"Absolutely not! You've got two ladies at your disposal, what would you like to do?"

Well there was a question!

"Can I ask for anything?" Mother and daughter looked at each other.

"I think so." Sylvia spoke for her daughter who nodded agreement.

"I mean things that involve all three of us?"

"Yes, John, get to the point." My mother was enjoying my discomfort and Sylvia had a wicked grin on her face. Ok I thought, in for a penny...

"I would like you, Sylvia, to go down on my mother while I take you from behind." In an evening of outrageous requests and demands it was perhaps the most outrageous. After all, all the ladies had done so far was a bit of kissing and titty fondling. Again I thought the weak link would be my mother and again I was totally wrong:

"Well I'm up for it, what do you say Sylvia?" I'd never heard her call her mum by her first name before but it was logical, the same rules Sylvia and I employed.

"Yes, just give me a minute; call of nature." Sylvia was back in thirty seconds and as she came in the room my mum slid herself down on the settee and opened her legs wide, folding them back over her stomach and using one finger to idly masturbate herself. Sylvia knelt in front of her and as she did so she scooted something in her left hand back to me, out of her daughter's sight. It was a tube of lubricant and I knew that while she licked out her daughter, my insatiably randy grandmother wanted me to fuck her anally. And apparently she didn't want her daughter to know she was getting it in the arse and it occurred to me, as it had already probably occurred to Sylvia, that when my mother burst in on us, the fact that I was inside her mum's anus was probably hidden from her by Nina's head.

Placing her palms on the back of her daughter's thighs and using her thumbs to open the labia, Sylvia lowered her head and started flicking her tongue around the folds of flesh, licking from the bottom of mum's slit to the top and teasing her clitoris with her tongue-tip. Whilst she did this I squirted a blob of lubricant onto my index finger and smeared it around her little puckered entrance. She wiggled her hips appreciatively and I squeezed more lubricant, sliding my index finger inside her and feeling her sphincter grip me. Wiping the excess off on my iron hard cock I knelt behind her and presented the end of my penis to her anus, rimming round the hole before gently pushing forward. Sylvia pushed back against me, building up pressure until the head slipped inside and Sylvia gasped a little, partly in pain and partly in excitement. I took it slowly after that until I was fully in and, looking down, was treated to the sight of the base of my cock protruding from my grandmother's anus.

At Sylvia's other end, my mother was panting and moaning as her mother delved ever deeper with her tongue and, concentrating her mouth on her daughter's clitoris, started finger-fucking her with first one then two fingers. Although I couldn't see it, I could hear the slurping and squelching noises and I had a pretty good idea of what was going off. The vision of Sylvia's slim, well-manicured and dark-green tipped fingers sliding in and out of my mother's pussy floated before my eyes and I started to move in and out of her arsehole, slowly to begin with, taking the whole length out until the head nearly popped out of her sphincter and pushing back in, past the resistance of the muscle. Sylvia was completely relaxed now and enjoying anal sex as she always did. I got into a rhythm, holding her hips, sliding my fingers under her suspender straps and fucking my rigid meat in and out of her.

At the other end, as I later learned, Sylvia, anticipating my other's imminent climax, sucked hard on her clitoris and taking her sopping fingers from her daughter's pussy, slid the tip of one of them into her anus. For Valerie it was as though the house had collapsed. She shrieked and thrashed and her mother had to hold her legs tightly to prevent breaking contact as the second orgasm in an hour ripped through her.

That did it for me too and I slowed down to allow the longest and deepest orgasm possible, my cock throbbing as it pumped its load of spunk into Sylvia's tight little rectum.

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It was the best Christmas of my life. We ate, drank, gave and received presents, laughed and loved; especially the latter. I'd known for ages that my grandmother was a seriously horny and uninhibited lady but my mother was more of a surprise. Of course, there were still boundaries that we didn't cross; my mother wouldn't allow anal penetration apart from the odd finger, although she did get turned on when I fucked Sylvia up the ass. Neither would she have sex with her mother unless I was there too but that was no big problem for me.

A few months after Christmas mum sold our place and we moved lock, stock and barrel in with Sylvia. There are cautionary tales about living in a house with several generations, particularly on the female side, but it was never a problem with us and what was really nice is that mum's relationship with her mother blossomed into the most wonderful friendship and my mother was happier than she'd ever been.

True, the domestic arrangements were little out of the ordinary but we sort of settled into a pattern; sleeping with mum Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays; Sylvia on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Sunday was a day of rest. Was it hell; Sundays was a full-blown menage-a-trois. Sylvia and I also introduced Valerie to the delights of bondage and sex toys; but that's another story, which I'm not going to write.

Little wonder then that I barely scraped a second class degree at University.

And what happened to Nina? Well it took a lot of coaxing before she'd come back in the house and she was never really comfortable with my mum around. Sylvia sneaked off occasionally and screwed Nina round at her house. I was tempted but where would I have found the time and energy?

And that's it for the Grandmother's Bed series folks. Of course we all lived happily ever after; you always do in a fairy tale.

The End



Grandmother's Bed



"Christ it's big and hard." She grasped my cock round the helmet, smearing the juices around and then sliding her hand down the shaft, taking my foreskin with it. I gulped and gasped loudly as my grandmother took the head of my penis in her mouth, gently rasping her tongue over the glans. She was wearing red lipstick (what remained after our kissing) and the site of her lips sliding down my shaft was mind-blowing. She took about the first four inches before moving her mouth up again. One hand was on my thigh, the other was cupping my ball-sack, the dark red nails gently raking the crenelated skin. After sucking me in and out six or seven times she started licking my shaft, starting on my balls, under the root, and teasing her tongue up and over my helmet. I remained passive except to reach out and caress her head as she pleasured me. Eventually she released my cock and stood up.

"Would you take my dress off darling?"

Thrilled with her use of the word I unzipped her and pulled the silken garment over her head, revealing that she was wearing black silk knickers and a black lacy suspender belt and matching bra. We kissed again. This time I slid my hands down inside her knickers to run them over her bare buttocks, before unclipping her bra. She stood back to slide the bra from her shoulders and for the first time I saw her bare and beautiful breasts. They were full without being gross, with large, dark nipples. Kissing again I felt them press against my chest. My hands went to her panties and I pulled the front band gently up to press the gusset into her vagina. Sylvia responded by moving her hips back and forward to increase the sensation. She kissed and bit my neck and raked her nails down my back, digging them into my buttocks.

"Shall I keep my stockings on?" She whispered into my ear. "I do love wearing stocking while I'm being fucked."

"Oh god yes!" I whispered back.

I knelt and pulled her panties down and allowed her to step out of them. She moved to the bed and lay down with her legs apart. Her vagina was deliciously neat and well-trimmed. The lips were a golden brown and were now slightly open, revealing a slick, pink interior. Kneeling between her legs I went to use my mouth on her.

"No John, I want you inside me, we can do that later."

I took her ankles and raised her legs, pulling her towards me until her soaking pussy was almost touching the end of my dick. My iron hard cock parted her lips as I slid into her, all the way, moving down to support myself on my elbows and kissing her upturned face. My hips moved back and forth pulling almost all the way out and slowly back in again. Sylvia moaned and wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me. Her nails dug into my back and she thrust her hips to meet mine, panting and gasping.

"Fuck me, John, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me 'til I come, fuck me, fuck me darling."

I started to increase my speed and force, thrusting hard into her. Her cunt was sopping wet but still tight for a sixty-two year old. Her eyes glazed and she shuddered and screamed.

"Yes, yes, Christ yes I'm coming, I'm coming." She gave a last shuddering scream, dug her nails hard into my bum cheeks and, raising her head, forced her mouth onto mine, where she relaxed as we kissed.

"Keep going darling, come inside me, please."

I was only too willing to comply. How I'd managed to hold off squirting my juice into her before now I'll never know. 'I'd never been anywhere near as turned on. I felt the build-up in my balls and that delicious tingling spread from the base of my cock.

"I'm coming Sylvia darling, I'm coming, oh god, oh Christ..." My cock pumped into her. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Yes, darling, fill me up with hot spunk."

The torrent slowed and I was spent. I gazed down at my lover and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"Thank you, thank you" she replied. "I don't think I need to tell you how much I enjoyed that and how much I'm looking forward to doing it again, soon."

She got up and disappeared into her en-suite bathroom, reappearing a few moments later completely naked.

"Do you want to stay with me tonight? I want you to."

"I'd love to," I replied.

A little later we lay in each other's arms, whispering and kissing. After a moment of silence I realised Sylvia had gone to sleep. I gently disengaged and kissed her softly on her forehead before turning over and closing my eyes, reflecting for a few seconds on the unbelievable events of the evening and the promise that the future held. I slept.