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Swinging with Grandma

By: earlbrowder



There are three things I can’t resist: a cold beer on a hot day; a good business deal; and a pair of sexy legs. Here’s a story about all three.

I was planning to meet my family for a quick weekend reunion at my grandmother’s farm in mid-July. At the last minute, a very good business opportunity knocked on my door. It took me two days to finalize things and I drove south to grandma’s farm early Sunday morning. I arrived at about 10 a.m. to be greeted by my parents, my grandmother, my brothers, their wives, and hordes of nephews and nieces. 

To be honest, I was almost too bushed to enjoy things, but I hung in there. Around 2 in the afternoon, my parents announced that they had to get going. Quickly, one by one, my brothers packed their families into SUV’s and station wagons to head off the farm. I started thinking about leaving too, but the combination of fatigue and beer made me a little reticent.

“Darling,” my grandmother said to me, stroking my forearm, “why don’t you just take a nap here and I’ll make you some dinner when you wake up and then you can head home?”

Let me tell you a little about my grandmother. She’s been a widow for about ten years. She’s sweet, of course. But, to be honest, she’s also pretty hot looking. After grandpa died, she started really taking care of herself. She joined a gym, started jogging and swimming. She also invested in some plastic surgery - - or at least that’s the only way my family can explain the fantastic shape of her breasts and her very firm ass. Grandma also has the most luminous green eyes you’ve ever seen and these bee-sting lips. Since grandpa died, she likes to wear her silver hair very short and she likes to wear clothes that accentuate her healthy lifestyle and toned body. 

I accepted her offer and trudged upstairs to the guest bedroom. I woke up a couple of hours later feeling very refreshed. After showering, I headed downstairs to be greeted by the smell of a delicious meal. Grandma was reading a magazine in the living room. We had dinner together, laughing and joking around. We also had a fair amount of red wine. At the end of the meal, I helped grandma do the dishes.

Standing close to her at the sink, I had a chance to really appreciate her beauty. She had on a short, summer skirt and a nice, tight blouse, and as I dried dishes, I ran my eyes up and down her body, taking in the curve of her ass, and her beautiful, big breasts. Her legs were perfect - - with slender calves and nice, full thighs. Our soapy hands kept making contact and as they did, I could feel myself getting hard. Grandma just smiled and chatted. At one point, I made some joke and grandma swatted me playfully on the ass. “Hey,” I told her playfully. “Watch where you’re putting those hands.” Grandma laughed too and swatted me again. 

We finished the dishes and grandma said she wanted to freshen up. I grabbed a bottle of ice cold beer and headed out into the back yard. There was an old swing there, a wide plank suspended by rope from the branches of a huge old oak tree. I sat on the swing and enjoyed my beer while a hot muggy night settled down around the farm.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard the back screendoor slam shut and saw grandma making her way down to the swing. She came down and stood next to the swing, holding onto one of the ropes. I offered her my beer, and she took a big swig.

“Gosh, Paul,” she said with a sigh. “I remember when you kids used to love this swing. And, I used to love swinging with you. You’d sit on my lap and we’d just swing back and forth for hours. It was so relaxing.”

I too remembered those wonderful days at grandma’s house. But, right now, I was enjoying the sight of my grandmother’s toned, trim body leaning against the swing’s rope.

“Hey,” I answered. “Now that I’m big, why don’t I swing you?”

Grandma laughed. “No. Come on, Paul. Don’t be silly.”

I took another gulp of beer and put the bottle on the ground. Then I patted my lap.

“Come on, Gran,” I said. “It will be relaxing.”

Grandma laughed again. I put my hand around her wrist and gently tugged her toward me.

“Oh, Paul,” she said, giggling. “You’re such a joker.”

But, with that, she plopped down on my lap with her back to me. Her firm but expansive ass smothered my crotch and, as she reached up to grab the swing’s ropes, I pushed off with my feet. As I pumped my legs back and forth, her ass pressed itself against my crotch. It felt incredible. As we swung, I heard grandma sigh. I laughed.

“See,” I said as the air rushed past us. “It’s relaxing isn’t it?”

Grandma agreed. 

“Lean back,” I said, putting one arm around her waist. “And relax.”

With a sigh, grandma leaned back into me. She threw her head back, and I breathed in the smell of her hair and skin. I watched her massive tits rising and falling with each of her deep breaths. It was just too much, and by now my cock was starting to get harder and harder.

This didn’t seem to bother grandma. In fact, she gently began rubbing her ass against my crotch. Unable to resist, I leaned my head down and nuzzled her cheek and neck. Grandma sighed again and leaned her head away from me, giving me full access to the soft, supple skin of her neck. I kissed her there and then nibbled my way up to her earlobe. As I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, I heard her gasp. 

I couldn’t move my arms or we would tumble out of the swing. But, my kissing was driving my grandmother wild. She was gasping and sighing and began swinging her head back and forth against my lips. I ran my mouth along her cheek, and with a sudden moan, she turned her head to me. Our lips met in a crushing kiss, and then our tongues met, hot and wet and wild to be together. As we swung, we French-kissed madly. I too began moaning, crazy with the passion of our tonguing. My cock felt like it was going to explode out of my pants.

Mumbling, I dragged my feet on the ground to stop the swing, and soon it had slowed to a stop. Grandma stood up and turned to me. Her breasts were heaving and she was gasping for breath. I circled my arms around her body and pulled her close to me, sinking my face into her massive, blouse-covered tits. Grandma fairly shrieked in pleasure, pushing my face deeper and deeper into her tits.

Within seconds I had ripped off her blouse and was sucking and squeezing her tits. As grandma moaned in pleasure, we stood up and clawed each others’ clothing off. Grandma wrapped her hand around my cock and, still sucking on each others’ tongues, we sank to the ground. Granny guided my dick into her hot, wet pussy and soon I was pumping into her furiously. Her giant tits quivered and shook with each of my thrusts. Moaning and groaning in pleasure granny reached up to grab my hair and mash my face into her tits. I groaned in pleasure. As I pumped harder, grandma raised her hips to meet my every thrust. 

“Oh baby,” grandma screeched, “Paul . . . that feels so good . . .fuck me honey.”

After ten minutes of fucking like animals in heat, I felt my climax boiling up from my balls.

“Grandma,” I grunted. “I’m going to come.”

Grandma moaned. “Yes, baby. Come on. Come. Give it to me . . .give it to me.”

With that, my cock exploded like a cannon and granny squeezed my ass in her hands and pulled my hips tight against her. Waves of pleasure swept through my groin and I felt my cock jerking wildly in grandma’s pussy. I groaned and moaned and yelped. Grandma sighed and moaned. I emptied myself into her and then rolled off her onto the grass, panting and sweating. I turned my head and granny too was panting, sweating, and sighing. Her enormous tits welled up and down like mountains in an earthquake. 

Later, after we’d come down from our wonderful climax, grandma leaned over and, with her tits squashed against my chest, she gave me a long, sweet kiss. A little while later, she stood with a sigh, brushed her self off, grabbed her clothes and headed inside. I lay there on the grass under the tree, feeling totally relaxed, watching the stars wheel across the sky above. 

A while later, I heard grandma calling me from her bedroom window.

“Paul,” she said. “Come inside. You can’t sleep out there.”

I got up and walked into the house, feeling the warm, humid air surround my crotch. Instead of heading upstairs to the guest room, I made my way down the hall to granny’s room. I opened the door and there she lay, in all her splendor on the bed. She had propped herself up against the headboard and had her arms raised above her head pushing her massive tits outward and upward. 

“Hey baby,” she whispered as I came into her room. “Come on over here.”

I climbed onto her bed and crawled over to her, running my tongue up her calves and her thighs, across her soft belly, over her mountainous tits, and then up to her lips. We kissed long and deeply, our tongues dancing slowly together and I felt grandma’s small, smooth hand close around my cock.

“Hmmmm, honey,” grandma said as she pulled her tongue out of my mouth. “Let’s do it again.” 

Swinging with Grandma Ch. 02



Grandma and I spent Sunday night in bed together, and most of Monday. I left that night. Grandma leaned in the car window as I started up my Cruiser and we shared a mouthful of tongue. 

"When will I see you again, Paul?" She asked.

"How about next weekend, grandma?" I answered.

She gave me a peck on the forehead and I pulled out of her driveway. What a weekend. I felt no compunction and no guilt; mainly, I just felt good, with my whole body tingling and my imagination filled with images of grandma naked and panting, her big tits rolling across her chest and her mouth open in pleasure.

I was busy that week trying to make money. On Tuesday, I got an email from grandma. "Missing you," the message read, and attached was a beautiful picture of grandma in a bikini posed next to the swing where it had all started. On Thursday, my phone rang at work. It was grandma. She proposed coming up to the city to visit, and to stop in to see some old friends. I agreed enthusiastically.

Grandma arrived early Friday night. As soon as I heard the door buzzer, my cock sprang to attention. I opened the door, and she burst in dropping her suitcase next to the doorway and wrapping her arms around my neck. We kissed long and slowly, and before I could close the door, grandma had snaked her hand into my jeans and was jerking me off. Needless to say, we ran to the bed together and spent all night fucking, sucking, and licking each other in pleasure.

In the morning, grandma said she had some shopping to do and that she wanted to visit some old friends later in the afternoon. I tried to beg off, but she gave me a big wet kiss and promised me we'd have a good time. I agreed.

About four, I drove grandma over to the west side to visit her friends. They were a couple - - Frank and Anna, and as she explained on the drive over, they have been very close friends when grandpa was still alive. I could barely keep my hands off grandma. She was wearing a tight, short black skirt, pumps, and a sleeveless silk blouse that really showed off her cleavage. She knew she was driving me wild and played around by crossing and uncrossing her legs and leaning way over into the driver's seat to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. By the time we pulled up to Frank and Anna's modest ranch house, my cock was as stiff as a board.

Frank answered the door. He looked to be about in his early sixties - - with a thick head of short, white hair and a paunchy build. Grandma introduced us and Frank ushered us into the living room. Anna was sitting on the couch and stood when we entered the room. Anna was one of those older ladies who just doesn't want to admit she's getting older. She wore a short red dress, a pair of black high heels, and a tight black rayon blouse through which you could make out her black, lacy bra. She had shoulder length blonde hair, long red fingernails, and she wore plenty of make-up and jewelry - - bracelets on her arm, rings, and earrings.

She and grandma greeted each other warmly and then grandma introduced me.

"Anna," granny said. "This is my grandson, Paul."

Anna smiled and looked me up and down. She came closer and gave me a big hug. I could feel her tits pressing against me and smell her thick, sweet perfume. I had put my hands on her hips as she hugged me and, rather than breaking the hug, Anna simply leaned back.

"I've heard so much about you," Anna smiled and licked her lips. "You big stud you."

She laughed. And, I could hear grandma giggle. I looked over to see Frank also flashing a big broad smile. Anna ran her hands up and down my arms and then across my chest. Grabbing my biceps, she leaned towards my grandma.

"God, June," she said to granny. "He really is built like a hunk. Oooooh. How exciting."

Grandma laughed again and Anna turned back to me. She ran her hands up along my shoulders and then along the side of my face, cupping my cheeks in her ring bedecked hands.

"Give me a kiss, honey," Anna leered, pushing her face close to mine.

Sure, it was a strange situation. But for all of Anna's worn charms, her fleshy sexuality was really turning me on. I leaned down and Anna and I kissed. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and wrapped her hands around my neck. As we traded tongue, I heard her whimpering with pleasure.

We broke our kiss. Anna was panting.

"Hmmmm," she said. "That was tasty."

"Hey, kids," Franks said jovially. "Why don't we have a drink first."

Anna detached herself from me and straightened her skirt. Frank and grandma left the room to get the drinks. Anna slinked over to the couch and sat down. 

"Over here, tiger," she whispered to me hoarsely, patting the sofa next to her. "Sit next to me."

I sat down next to her and she linked her arm in mine.

"Your grandmother tells me you're quite successful," Anna said with a big smile.

I nodded and we chatted. As we talked, Anna kept running her hands up and down my arms and squeezing my shoulders like I was some kind of new pet or Christmas present. All the attention was getting me hard. Grandma and Frank returned with drinks and while Frank settled into the chair opposite us, grandma sat down next to me on the couch. Anna surrendered my arm, and grandma, her skirt riding high up her thighs, put her arm around my shoulder. 

As we sipped our drinks, grandma, Anna, and Frank filled me in on their story. They and my grandfather had all met in the seventies at some farmers get-together. Frank sold farm machinery. They had hit it off and started swinging together.

"Your grandfather," Anna said with a laugh. "was insatiable. That man could fuck from dawn 'til dusk and still have some left over for a midnight snack."

Grandma and Frank laughed. In the eighties, Frank and Anna had moved to another part of the country and although the couples had stayed in touch, their swinging days were over.

At first, I was shocked to hear my grandmother talk about swinging with Frank and Anna, and I was shocked to hear my grandfather being talked about like he was some character in a story. But, eventually, my blush faded, and I really began enjoying hearing all the sordid details. Eventually, the stories wound down and Frank left the room to get some fresh drinks.

"Well, June," Anna said as she patted her hair. "I'm just dying to see you and Paul together. That will be a real first. A grandmother and her grandson."

Grandma looked at me with a smile.

"Oh, you'll enjoy it, Anna," grandma answered. "Paul and I really have some electricity."

With that grandma leaned in close to me and we traded a deep French kiss. As grandma wrapped her arms around my neck, I wrapped an arm around her waist and played with her tits with my free hand. I heard Anna gasp.

"Frank, Frank," she squealed. "Oh my god, you've gotto come out here and see this."

I heard Frank's footsteps and then his sharp intake of breath. Grandma meanwhile was unbuttoning my shirt as our kiss grew more passionate. I slipped my hand up her skirt to massage her thighs and then stroke her pussy. She was panting with hunger now. We wriggled out of our clothing, our mouths never losing contact. Grandma had one hand grasped tightly around my cock and her other was pulling at my neck. I stood up in front of her and thrust my rock hard dick toward her sexy pursed lips. She looked up at and smiled. Then, with a groan of delight, she wrapped her lips around my dick.

I looked over to Anna. She was slumped back against the couch with one hand jammed up her skirt and the other pinching her nipples. Her face was flushed and as our eyes met she took a mighty gulp. Frank had his dick out of his slacks and was stroking it slowly while he watched us with glazed eyes.

I pulled grandma to her feet and, after a quick hug, I turned her around and pushed her shoulders down. With a gasp of surprise, she leaned down and offered me her perfect, full ass. I leaned down and kissed her shoulders and then stood up again and slowly pushed my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. She groaned in pleasure as I ran jammed my cock into her. 

Anna, meanwhile, had unbuttoned her blouse and pulled out one of her big tits. Her hips were lifted and falling as she used her other hand to play with herself.

"Oh, baby," grandma grunted as I built up a hip bucking rhythm. "That's it honey. Grandma loves it when you fuck her this way."

Urged on by the sight of my grandmothers perfect ass, I plunged deeper into and out of her pussy. She was soon screeching with pleasure, and I had broken out into a sweat. Her moist cunt felt perfect around my cock. I leaned down and, still humping her from behind, began pulling and pinching her nipples. Grandma yelped and I felt her hips begin to shudder. Soon, she was moaning in short, high-pitched sighs. Her pussy quivered around my cock and she groaned. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned into the couch. "Yessssss. Yesssss. Ohhh, Paul."

Her orgasm wracked her body and as she came, I pulled my cock out of her and dropped to my knees. I licked her ass cheeks and then her asshole, plunging my tongue deep into her musty, tight bunghole. She screeched again, shuddered, and then collapsed onto the couch, moaning in pleasure. I grinned and stood up.

As if on cue, Anna stood up from the other end of the couch and began unbuttoning her blouse. Still grinning, I took my cock into my hand and watched her strip for me. With her eyes glued on my cock, Anna pulled her blouse off and then reached around to unzip her skirt. Her body wasn't as tight as my grandmother's, but her tits were even bigger and she wore a sexy black thong under red skirt. 

As the skirt descended to her ankles, Anna stepped out of it and staggered over to me on her high heels. She looped one arm around my neck and grabbed my cock with her other. She moaned as our tongues crashed together. I looked over her shoulder at Frank, who was now slumped into the chair, pulling furiously at his limp dick. Anna was stroking my cock and pulling me tight against her. I circled my arms around her waist and played with her ass cheeks, big and round and still firm. Anna moaned. I nudged her backwards toward Frank. 

Once we were close to Frank's chair, I pushed Anna down onto her knees. Her lips engulfed my cock and I wrapped my hands in her blonde hair. As I pushed her face on and off my cock, I watched Frank. He was gasping and rolling his eyes, watching his wife suck me off and then looking up at me.

"My god," I heard him mumble. "Holy shit."

Anna meanwhile was attacking my cock with gusto, gobbling me up and playing with my balls. I tried to pull her up to her feet, but she wouldn't let go of my cock. I leaned back and thrust my hips toward her, letting her have as much dick as she wanted. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw grandma lying on the couch with a big smile on her face, one arm behind her head and the other lazily stroking her thigh. I smiled at her and she blew me a kiss.

Now, I was ready to fuck. I pulled my cock out of Anna's mouth with a loud plop. She gazed up at me with a stunned look.

"Lie down," I told her, and she slowly settled onto her back, her legs spread.

"What do you think, Frank?" I asked her husband. "Should I fuck her?"

Frank gasped and nodded.

"I can't hear you Frank," I said, stroking my cock above Anna.

Anna's husband nodded more vigorously. "Yes, yes," he mumbled. "Fuck her."

Permission granted, I knelt down between Anna's knees. She gazed up at me, her mouth open, panting, her arms clutching the carpet at her side. Slowly, I pushed my cock into her pussy. It was tight, incredibly tight. It was like sliding my dick into a slippery crevice. As I pushed my way in, Anna moaned. She pulled her knees further apart and clenched the carpet, twisting her head from side to side.

"Yes, Paul," she moaned. "Fuck me. Come on. Put it in."

I grinned and jammed the last inch into her pussy. She gasped and started playing with her titties. As I pulled my dick halfway out, I leaned down and we kissed. Anna grabbed my head, mashing our mouths together. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I started fucking her more quickly. I could hear her moan vibrating against our mouths locked together. Soon, I was pumping my cock furiously into her and she was hanging onto my neck for dear life. As I reached climax, Anna dug her fingernails into my back and I heard Frank moan weakly. My cock exploded in pleasure and as I jammed my hips tight against Anna's crotch I could feel gallons of cum shooting deep into her. She groaned and arched her neck, fairly shouting in pleasure. As I finished cumming, Anna started rubbing her palms furiously up and down my body.

"Oh, baby," she gushed into my ear. "Honey, that's it. Cum for Anna. Cum for me, Paul."

With something between a sigh and a groan, I emptied the last of myself into her. Anna wrapped her arms around my chest and hummed with pleasure. We kissed and I gently pulled my cock out of her. Anna smiled, and I rolled off her onto my back. I looked up at the ceiling and Anna crawled on top of me, stretching like a cat. I felt her tits rolling against my chest.

"Hmmmm," she said with a smile. "That was great."

She gave me a sloppy wet kiss and laid her head on my chest. I put an arm around her and, exhausted, drifted off to sleep.



Swinging with Grandma Ch. 03



When I woke up it was dark outside and the lamps inside Frank and Anna’s living room were turned on. I lay on the floor naked and alone. Yawning, I sat up. The house was quiet. I stood and searched for the bathroom. I found it and, as I flushed the toilet, I heard laughter from the kitchen. I wandered into the room. Anna was sitting at the kitchen table in a gauzy bathrobe talking into the phone. She smiled and motioned me over. When I approached, she reached up and pulled me down for a quick kiss.

“Here he is now,” she said into the phone. “My big hunky stufmuffin.”

She laughed and grabbed my cock.

“Here,” Anna said, pushing the phone toward me. “It’s your grandmother.”

Surprised, I took the phone from her. Anna meanwhile started running her hands along my thighs, along my droopy cock, and up and around my ass.

“Grandma,” I said. “What’s up?”

Grandma laughed on the other end of the phone. “Honey,” she said. “You were out like a light. So, I cleaned up and came home.”

I looked down at Anna who had now started to lick my thighs. It felt like a kitten licking me.

“Are you coming back?” I asked.

She laughed again. “Not right away,” she said. “I’ve loaned you out to Frank and Anna for the night. I’ll be back in the morning to pick you up.”

Anna had now started licking my cock.

“Okay,” I said.

“You really blew their minds,” grandma said.

I laughed. “Yeah,” I answered. “And Anna is blowing me right now.”

I could feel Anna giggling around my cock.

“Okay, baby,” grandma said. “Have fun and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you then, grandma,” I said as I hung up the phone.

I stood up and Anna took her hot, hungry 58 year-old mouth off my cock.

“We’re going to have some real fun, Paul,” she said to me with a wide smile.

I looked down appreciatively at her impressive cleavage. Anna flashed me a wicked smile and raised herself up, surrounding my dick with her massive, pillowy tits.

“Do you like my tits, lover boy,” she said with a grin as she ran my cock in and out of her cleavage.

“And how,” I answered, feeling my cock stiffen in appreciation.

“Hmmmm,” Anna mumbled, licking the tip of my dick as it poked up between her tits. 

“Listen, Paul,” she said with a catch in her throat. “I don’t want you to call me Anna tonight.”

“Okay,” I said, leaning back to enjoy the titfuck I was getting. “What do you want me to call you?”

“Hmmmmm,” Anna said with a wicked grin. “I want you to call me grandma.”

I laughed along with Anna.

“Okay, grandma,” I said, pushing her head down onto my cock.

She swallowed my dick and sucked on it. I groaned in pleasure. But, suddenly, she popped her mouth off my cock and began stroking it with her hand.

“Grandson,” she whispered hoarsely. “Grandpa wants to do something special.”

I just looked at her as she stroked my cock. 

“Okay.”

“Hmmmm,” Anna said. “That’s a good grandson. Grandpa wants to take pictures of you and your dirty grandma together.”

I gulped. Anna started playing with my balls with her free hand. My cock was growing fat and hard.

“Would you like that, baby?” she asked. “Would you like for grandpa to make some dirty movies of you and grandma fucking each other?”

I gulped again. 

“I sure would, grandma,” I said, swallowing. “I’d love for grandpa to make some movies of me fucking my sexy grandmother.”

Anna gasped. She stood, one hand still circling my cock. She gave me a wet, sloppy kiss.

“You’re so nice to your granny,” she mumbled, dropping her other hand to my cock. “You wait here. Grandma has some beer in the refrigerator. You wait here while grandma and grandpa get ready for you. Okay?”

“You bet, grandma,” I said, pinching Anna’s nipple through her bathrobe. 

She squeaked in mock surprise, gave me another kiss, and then practically ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I smiled and shambled over to the fridge, my stiff cock swinging back and forth. The cold air of the open fridge felt good on my cock and balls as I grabbed a bottle of beer from the top shelf. I popped it open, took a long tug of the icy brew and poked around the kitchen.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, and I was starting to wonder what happened to Anna and Frank. Just as I was about to turn on the t.v., I heard Anna shout from upstairs.

“Paul. Can you come upstairs? Grandma needs to talk to you.”

I grinned and headed upstairs. Outside the bedroom door, I met Frank.

“Hey, Paul,” he said, scratching his belly. “Can you put your jeans back on?”

He handed me my jeans and I slid them on.

“When you get inside,” he continued with a smile. “You’ll see my camera and some lights. We want to make this movie really good.”

I grinned and said okay.

“Paul,” I heard Anna say. “Grandma needs to talk to you.”

I walked into the room. To the left was Frank’s camera and next to the camera were a couple of movie lights. Against the opposite wall was a king-sized bed. Anna stood next to the bed. She had changed clothes and now wore a non-descript brownish dress. Her hair was pulled up off her head. I noticed that she still wore her high heels and her jewelry. She had also reapplied her makeup. Her lips were vivid red.

“Oh, Paul,” she said as I entered. “Please, come over here. I need to talk to you.”

“Sure, grandma,” I said and walked over next to her.

Frank slid behind the camera.

Anna stood close to me, the both of us in profile to the camera.

“Paul,” she said, stroking my upper arm. “I have to talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Well, grandson,” Anna continued with a serious look. “I’m a little worried.”

“About what, grandma?” I asked.

Anna stroked my upper arm again.

“Oh, Paul,” she continued. “I’m afraid your grandpa doesn’t love me anymore.”

I was amused.

“Why is that, grandma?” I asked.

“Because,” Anna said. “He never kisses me anymore. And we never, you know, we never make love.”

Anna bit her lower lip dramatically.

“Paul,” she said. “I’m afraid your grandma is so old and unattractive that I’ve lost your grandfather to some younger woman.”

I feigned worry.

“Gee, grandma,” I responded. “I don’t think you’re so old. And I think you’re still really attractive.”

Anna smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re just saying that to be nice to a 58 year-old gal like me.”

I shook my head and Anna raised her hand to her chin, trying to look like she was worried about something.

“Paul,” she said. “You’re such a good grandson. Will you help me with a little experiment?”

I nodded agreement. 

“Well,” she continued. “I want to see if I’m really attractive. I want to test myself.”

“Okay,” I said. “What do you want me to do?”

“Well,” she said. “Since you’re my grandson, you can’t think about me that way, but you can tell me if you think I’m really attractive.”

I nodded.

“So, I’m going to show you myself and I want you to tell me if you think I’m still pretty or not.”

“That sounds easy, grandma,” I said.

Anna gave me another peck.

“Great, Paul,” she said. “Can you help me with this zipper?”

She turned her back to me and I unzipped her dress. Anna pulled the dress off her shoulders.

“Well,” she said. “How do I look?”

“You look great, grandma,” I answered.

Slowly, Anna dropped her dress lower, revealing a black lacey bra that barely contained her voluminous breasts. She held the dress around her waist.

“Well, Paul?” she asked with a shy smile.

“Wow, grandma,” I said. “You look hot.”

She smiled and then slowly lowered the dress to her feet, revealing a garter belt, suspenders, and silky black hose. I gulped.

“What do you think, Paul?” Anna asked.

I looked her up and down and licked my lips.

“You look fantastic, grandma,” I said in a thick voice.

Anna smiled again. “That’s what you say. But how do I know that’s the way your really feel?”

I smiled dumbly.

“Come closer, grandson,” Anna said.

I stepped closer and she leaned in close to me.

“I know it’s strange, but we’re grandma and grandson so nothing bad can happen,” she whispered hoarsely. “I want you to take off your jeans so I can see if that’s the way you really fell.”

I suppressed a smile.

“I don’t know grandma,” I answered hesitantly. “What if grandpa comes home? Or mom and dad stop by.”

Anna smiled.

“Oh, Paul,” she said. “It’s okay. They won’t think there’s anything bad going on. After all we’re grandmother and grandson. And, besides, we’ll hear anyone who comes in the house.”

I nodded and said okay. I unbuckled my pants and let them slide to the floor. Anna stared at my cock, still flaccid.

“Oh, Paul,” she said, putting her hands to her face and managing to draw her breasts together in a stupendous display of cleavage. “Look. You don’t think I’m pretty at all.”

I looked down at my cock.

“I do, grandma,” I said. “But sometimes I just need a little help. I’m nervous.”

Anna bit her lower lip again.

“Okay,” she said. “Grandma can help you out.”

She reached around behind her and unclasped her bra. Dropping it to the floor, Anna put her hands under her massive, snowy tits and pushed them upward. My god, I thought, they’re huge. She pushed her tits together. I could feel my cock stirring.

“Look, grandma,” I said. “See.”

Anna smiled.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Paul,” she said. “Let me help you some more.”

She turned around and thrust her round, fleshy ass towards me. She jiggled it and swiveled it around. Involuntarily, I reached down to grab my dick. Anna turned back around.

With mock surprise, Anna asked: “Oh, Paul. What are you doing?”

I looked down at my cock, now almost fully erect. “I can’t help it, grandma. You make me feel so good.”

Anna smiled and reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders. I kept playing with my dick.

“Grandma,” I said. “My penis feels really good. But what am I going to do with it?”

Anna smiled and approached me. 

“Hmmmm,” she murmured. “You do have a nice big penis and look how hard it’s getting. Did grandma do that to you?”

I nodded yes.

“Poor baby,” Anna cooed. “It’s so pretty. I’m going to touch it Paul but only because I’m you’re grandmother and I know nothing bad can happen.”

Anna reached out and put her hand around my cock. I could hear Frank gasp behind the camera. Anna began to breathe heavily and to stroke my dick.

“Oh, Paul,” she murmured. “It’s so big and fat and hard. So much bigger than grandpa’s little cock.”

I smiled. Anna applied both her hands to my cock.

“Does that feel good, Paul,” Anna asked, beads of sweat breaking out along the top of her chest.

“Yes, grandma,” I said.

“Well, Paul,” Anna said in a shakey voice. “It’s so big and fat that grandma feels like she just has to pet it.”

I nodded.

“While grandma is petting your big snake,” Anna continued. “Would you like to touch grandma’s big titties?”

I nodded and Anna took a hand off my cock. She grabbed me by the wrist and pushed my hand onto her breast. As my fingers came into contact with her flesh, she let out a strangled sigh.

“That’s it, grandson,” she said, as she stroked my cock. “Play with grandma’s big titties.”

I put my other hand on Anna’s other tit and began pressing and massaging her huge breasts. I pinched her nipples and palmed her massive, pendulous tits. Anna sighed.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmured. “Paul, do you love your grandma?”

“Sure, grandma,” I said as I played with her tits. “Very much.”

“What do you do when you love someone, Paul?” Anna asked breathlessly.

“Well,” I said. “Usually, I kiss them.”

“Ohhhh,” Anna sighed. “Would you like to kiss, grandma?”

I nodded yes and Anna leaned in toward me. Our lips met and then our tongues. Anna mashed her mouth against mine, making hungry little grunts as we sucked on each others’ tongues. She slipped her arms around my neck and pressed her self tight against my body. I wrapped my arms around her.

“Oh, Paul,” Anna grunted. “You make grandma feel so good.”

She returned her mouth to mine. As we kissed, I turned Anna around so that her big ass was pressed against my cock. She gasped. I dropped my hands to her tits. Anna twined her arms backward around my neck. With one hand I played with her massive tits and wide, pink nipples. I dropped my other hand to her pussy and began playing with her lips. Anna moaned and crushed her ass harder against my hard cock.

“Oh, honey,” she grunted. “Your cock feels so good against grandma’s body. Honey, do you want grandma to make your cock feel really, really good?”

“Uh huh,” I grunted as I ran my hands over Anna’s wide hips.

Anna reached around and pulled my cock up against her pussy. I pushed my hips forward, trying to enter her.

“Baby,” Anna whispered. “This is a bad thing. But grandma wants it so much. Do you promise you won’t tell anyone?”

I gave Anna’s tits a squeeze. She gasped and rubbed my cockhead up and down her pussy lips.

“Yes, grandma,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Anna moaned and slowly inserted my cock into her tight, wet pussy. She groaned even louder as my cock spread her pussy and pushed its way deeper into her.

“Oh, Paul,” she moaned. “That’s it, honey. Put your big cock into grandma’s tight pussy. All the way baby.”

I twisted my hips and jammed my dick into Anna’s cunt. She groaned and leaned forward, falling against the bedroom closet door. She pushed her ass back onto my cock. I began pumping furiously in and out of her ass, watching it jiggle with every thrust. Anna was reduced to grunts and groans of pleasure. I kept fucking her ass and put my hands on her shoulders, arching her back to achieve maximum penetration. Anna grunted and shook her head.

“Oh, Paul,” she mumbled. “Your cock . . . feels . . ..so good . . inside grandma.”

I pumped even more furiously and pushed Anna forward until her body was crammed up against the closet doors, her huge tits mashed against the doors. I leaned back and began pumping upward, raising her off her heels with every thrust.

I could hear Frank panting behind the camera. And, I began to feel myself getting ready to climax. I reached around and grabbed one of Anna’s breasts in each of my hands and squeezed. With one final thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her pussy and Anna screamed with pleasure. As I came deep inside her, Anna turned her head to the side and stuck out her tongue. I leaned in and crammed my tongue into her mouth, trying at the same time to crawl up her ass as I shook out every drop of cum. I felt her body vibrate and tremble. With a tremendous gasp, she collapsed against the doors. I groaned, put my palms against her shoulder blades, and pushed her hard against the door. My cock felt like an electric current had shot through it. With a final groan, I jammed my hips against her ass.

Anna groaned and I circled my arms around her waist, pulled her close, and buried my head in her hair. My cock popped out of her pussy. I hugged her tightly until my body and hers relaxed. Panting, Anna turned around to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Paul,” she whispered. “You are such a good grandson.”

We kissed, and Frank yelled “cut.”

Anna gave me a big smile.

“Wow,” Frank said. “That was hot.”

I laughed and gave Anna a quick kiss.

“Did you like that, Paul?” Anna asked with a sly grin.

“And how,” I said.

“Frank,” Anna said to her husband. “Go get us some beers and then let’s watch the tape.”

Frank left the room for beers and Anna and I collapsed on the bed. I held her in my arms while she covered my chest in kisses and stroked my abs.

“Baby,” she purred. “You are such a hot lover. I could fuck you all night.”

I stroked her hair and kissed her. Frank returned with two cold beers and then busied himself with the camera and the VCR attached to the t.v. opposite the bed. Anna and I drank our beers and stroked each other. In a couple of minutes, Frank sat on the edge of the bed and the t.v. flickered on. There was the shot of Anna calling to me. Anna and I smiled as the film rolled. It was hot. Frank was good with the camera. As the movie played, I could hear his breathing getting thick. Anna stroked my cock and when we got to the fucking scene, I was hard again. Anna put her beer on the floor next to the bed and then started to suck me off, her body perpindicular to mine so she could watch the t.v. as she sucked me. I came as I watched my cock plunging in and out of her full, white ass.

I finished off my beer and settled back into the pillows, exhausted. I could hear Frank and Anna complimenting each other on their work as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke in the morning to Anna shaking my thigh. She was dressed in a frumpy housecoat but had reapplied her makeup.

“Hey, gorgeous,” she said with a leer. “Morning.”

I yawned and stretched.

“Listen, Paul,” she said. “Frank and I are having so much fun I called your grandma and asked her if we could borrow you for a bit longer.”

I smiled.

“Would you like that?” she said.

“Sure,” I answered. “I’m having fun too.”

“Great,” Anna said and gave me a kiss. “Frank has an idea for a new movie. All you have to do is play along. You’ll get the story real quick.”

I laughed. “Okay.”

Anna left the room. Frank slid through the door, said good morning, and then loaded a new tape into the camera and turned on the movie lights. A few seconds later, Anna re-entered the room, carrying a tray. 

“Morning, grandson,” she trilled. “Grandma brought you some breakfast.”

I sat up and Anna slid the tray onto my lap. She sat next to me on the bed, still wearing the threadbare housecoat.

“Are you hungry, baby?” she asked me.

I said I was and laid into the breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, juice and coffee.

“You’re not a little boy anymore, are you?,” Anna said as she stroked my arm. “Grandma has to take care of her growing boy.”

I nodded and Anna removed the tray.

“Oh, my,” she said in mock surprise. “Look at all those crumbs on the sheet.”

She moved closer and began sweeping her hand over my sheet-covered crotch. As expected, my cock started to stiffen. This only seemed to encourage her further, and soon my cock had made circus tent of the sheet.

“Oh, my!” Anna said in surprise. “What’s that, honey?”

I faked embarrassment. “It happens all the time lately, grandma.”

Anna pursed her lips. “Well,” she said. “You really are a big boy.”

I wiggled my hips and my cock wagged back and forth.

“Grandma,” I said. “It kind of hurts.”

“Poor baby,” Anna said. “Granny can help it feel better.”

With that she closed her hand around my sheet-encased cock and began playing with it - - stroking it up and down, shaking it back and forth. Her breathing started to get ragged and I was twisting my hips in pleasure.

“Oh my,” Anna said. “It’s just getting bigger and bigger. Here, honey, let grandma take a little peek.” 

Anna reached up and pulled the sheet slowly down to my knees. My hard cock sprang into view. She gasped dramatically.

“Oh, Paul,” she sighed. “Grandma really needs to make you feel better. Would you like that?”

I nodded eagerly.

“Okay, sweetie,” she said as she circled her soft white hand around my cock. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone about our little secret. Can you do that?”

“Yes, grandma,” I said excitedly.

“Hmmmmm,” Anna purred as she stroked my dick. “Look how big and fat your cock is. Grandma likes big, fat cocks. They really make Grandma feel good. So big and hard and fat.”

I swallowed. Anna dropped her other hand to my balls and started to squeeze and rub them.

“Oh,” she murmured. “What big round balls you have, grandson. Grandma likes big, round balls. Oh, she does. She really does.”

I leaned back agains the pillows and locked my hands behind my head, raising my hips up to meet Anna’s playful hands. I closed my eyes, enjoying her expert ministrations. Suddenly, I heard the bedroom door bang open. I looked up. Anna too turned her head. It was Frank, pretending to barge in. He walked five or six feet into the room and then froze. Anna never stopped stroking my cock.




Swinging with Grandma Ch. 03



“My god, Anna,” Frank said. “What the hell are you doing to our grandson?”

Anna looked back and forth from me to Frank.

“Frank, honey,” she said seriously. “It’s okay. Paul just had a problem with his cock this morning and I offered to help him out.”

She pulled on my cock.

“Look how big it is honey. Don’t you think it’s really big?”

Frank gulped and murmured weakly, “But Anna, that’s our grandson.”

“He is, but look at his man thing. So big and fat and hard. Isn’t it beautiful. Come over here and sit by the bed, Frank.”

Frank gulped again, his gaze fixed on my cock. Slowly, he drifted over to the side of the bed.

With her free hand, Anna patted the bed next to me.

“Come on grandpa,” she murmured. “Sit down. Don’t you want to see your grandson’s big, beautiful cock?”

Frank looked from my dick to Anna and then sat down on the bed next to me.

“Hmmmmm,” Anna purred. “Look at your grandson’s nice hard cock.”

Frank gulped again and moved closer to me on the bed.

“Is it okay if grandpa admires your cock, Paul?” Anna asked me, applying both her hands to my dick.

I nodded yes, and Anna reached over and pulled Frank closer.

“Do you like your grandson’s cock, Frank?” Anna asked.

Frank nodded and Anna reached over for his hand. She grabbed it by the wrist and pulled it close to my crotch.

“Woudn’t you like to touch your grandson’s cock, Frank?” Anna whispered. “Paul, is it okay if grandpa touches your big, hard cock?”

I had never had a guy touch my dick, but Anna was making it feel so good I could hardly resist. I nodded yes. Anna pulled Frank’s hand closer and then pulled it onto my cock. His warm, rough hand lay against my hard shaft.

“Go on, grandpa,” Anna said. “Feel his cock. You know you want to. You’ve been staring at your grandson’s crotch ever since he came to visit. I know you want to touch his big cock, you dirty old man.”

Frank swallowed and then wrapped his hand around my dick. I could feel him squeezing my cock. He let out a little moan.

“You like that, don’t you grandpa?” Anna said, wrapping her hand around Frank’s. “You like your grandson’s hard, fat cock, don’t you?”

Frank, his eyes glazed in wonder, nodded yes. Anna smiled and helped him to move his hand up and down my dick. I twisted my hips in pleasure. Frank began to whimper.

“That’s it grandpa,” Anna said. “Make your grandson feel good. He likes your hand on his cock. He likes to see his grandpa stroking him, playing with him, making him harder and harder.”

Frank was totally absorbed by the sight of his hand playing with my cock. He began stroking my dick more rapidly while Anna dragged his other hand onto my balls. He began fondling me as he stroked me.

“Is that good, Paul?” Anna asked. “Do you like to feel grandpa jerking you off, baby?”

“Oh yes,” I said enthusiastically. “Grandpa can jerk me off anytime he wants.”

Frank groaned. I was getting harder and harder. I licked my lips. Anna watched me and understood what I wanted. She stood next to the bed and began unbuttoning her frumpy housecoat. She pulled it open to reveal her ripe, lush body. She took a full breast in each hand and pointed them at me.

“Do you like granny’s big tits, Paul?” she asked me with a smile.

I nodded yes and Anna crawled up onto the bed on the other side me while Frank continued playing with my dick. She kneeled next to me. I turned my head, and she began feeding me her huge tits, pushing them against my mouth and switching back and forth between one nipple and the other. I groaned and gobbled up her tits.

“Oh, that’s good, Paul,” Anna moaned. “Look grandpa. Look at Paul sucking on my tits.”

I heard Frank grunt. I dropped my hand to Anna’s crotch and began playing her her pussy. She squeaked with pleasure and redoubled her tit feeding.

“That’s it baby,” she moaned, as she tried to wriggle her hips onto my finger. “Play with grandma’s pussy. Oh, Paul, that feels so good.”

Frank was still playing with my cock. Suddenly Anna pulled her tits away from my face and sat back on the bed.

“Honey,” she said, panting. “Grandma really needs to feel you inside of her.”

I smiled. Anna turned around and crawled to the side of the bed. Facing me, she squatted down on her knees and sat like a frog, her voluptuous ass hanging off the side of the bed.

“Come on, Paul,” she said. “Come over here behind Grandma.”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Frank was still grasping my dick.

“That’s it grandpa,” Anna whispered. “Help Frank over here to his grandma’s pussy.”

I stood and Frank led me by the cock around the bed until I was directly behind Anna’s wide ass. I heard Anna moan as she watched us over her shoulder.

“Grandpa,” she said. “Help put Paul inside his grandma.”

Frank grunted and maneuvered the tip of my cock to Anna’s gaping pussy. He rubbed it up and down against her pussy. Anna groaned and Frank slowly began pushing my cock into his wife’s pussy.

“That’s it baby,” Anna groaned, watching us over her shoulder. “Put it all the way in. Grandma really needs your dick.”

Frank pushed my cock head into Anna’s pussy and with a shove of my hips I jammed my dick all the way into her. Anna groaned and I began slowly pumping my cock in and out of her, watching my dick disappear and reappear between her abundant ass cheeks. Frank retreated a foot or two to watch me fuck Anna. He rubbed his crotch through his slacks.

“Faster, baby, faster,” Anna panted. “Deeper, baby, deeper.”

I grasped Anna’s shoulders and really started to pound her ass - - which jiggled with every thrust. She began moaning and groaning, trying to push her ass further onto my cock. As my thrusts became more insistent, she collapsed forward onto the bed and I followed her, climbing halfway onto the bed. As we bounced up and down on the mattress, Anna raised her self up on her elbows and squealed with pleasure. I felt my cock hardening even more and then in a burst of pleasure, I came deep inside her pussy. I clamped my hips to Anna’s ass and she gave out a deep guttural moan as she jammed her ass hard against my crotch.

“Ohhhhh,” she screamed. “Cum inside me baby. Cum inside me.”

And I did, grabbing a fistful of soft ass flesh in each hand as I ground my crotch hard against her. Anna groaned and I collapsed on top of her. We were heaving and panting together, our faces inches away from each other. I leaned down and we traded tongues. 

Later, I cleaned up in the shower while Frank and Anna watched our latest movie. I laughed under the hot water as I heard Anna cooing in appreciation of our sequel.

[If you like the story let me know and tell me where it shoud go next.]



Swinging with Grandma Ch. 04



Needless to say, I was enjoying my hot times with "Grandma" Anna and "Grandpa" Frank. I called my real grandmother to tell her that I was extending my stay by a couple of days, maybe even a week.

"Ok, baby," grandma said on the phone. "I miss you, honey. But it's ok. Patty DeLay's husband just died, so I'm spending a lot of time with her. But come home soon. I need you."

I agreed and hung up the phone.

Anna waltzed into the bedroom, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a halter top. Her massive jugs forming a delicious canyon.

"Everything ok, lover boy?" she asked me, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah," I answered. "I told grandma I'd be home in a couple of days. She's good."

Anna smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Great!" she beamed. "Frank will be so happy to hear that. He's been talking about that big cock of yours all morning."

I smiled and stretched. Anna ran a hand over my chest and my abs. She licked her lips.

"Hmmmmm," she murmured. "I want some more too . . .but I need to do some shopping first. Wanna come along?"

I laughed. "So long as we're not shopping for lettuce and bread."

"Oh, I think you'll like this shopping trip," she said with a giggle as she squeezed my cock. "Get your clothes on and let's go."

Ten minutes later I was in the passenger seat of Anna's Mercedes. She was babbling on about how happy she was and how great Frank was feeling as we tooled down the main street of the small suburban town she and Frank lived in. We took a right down a side street and she parked the car. I got out and opened her door for her.

She leaned up toward me and jammed her hot, juicy tongue into my mouth.

"Now, remember, Paul," she whispered in my ear. "I'm your grandma, and you're my grandson."

"Ok, grandma," I whispered back, twirling my tongue in her ear.

She giggled and hooked her arm in mine. The town was quiet as she led me up the block. We stopped in front of a shop and she gave me another peck on the cheek.

"You're gonna like this, baby," she said, as she opened the door with her free hand.

Anna pulled me through the door into what turned out to be the local lingerie shop. It was no Frederick's of Hollywood but the place was full from ceiling to floor of bras, panties, frilly underthings, and stockings.

"Back here," Anna said, pulling me along.

The back was where they kept the racier stuff - - merry widows, fishnet stockings, bustiers, thongs. Anna started flipping through the stuff on hangers while I watched over her shoulder.

"Why, Anna, darling," I heard a low, sexy voice behind me. "How are you girlfriend?"

I turned around to find a short, dark-skinned black woman, probably around 50 or 55. She wore her hair short and she gazed up at me with big, brown eyes and a wide smile. I looked down to admire her huge chocolate tits, encased in a tight blouse that displayed a long bodacious line of cleavage. She wore a tight, short blue skirt and high heels. I could see thick shapely thighs and nicely turned calves. And, I was certain that when she turned around I'd see a big, beautiful rounded ass.

"Oh, Selma, darling," Anna purred next to me. "I'm wonderful."

Anna looked at me and then at Anna as her smile widened.

"Selma," she continued. "This is my grandson, Paul."

Selma beamed and we shook hands, my large white paw engulfing her small, shapely hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Paul," Selma cooed.

"Very pleased to meet you, Selma," I said with a lascivious grin.

Anna laughed. "Seems like everyone is pleased."

Selma play slapped Anna on the arm. "Getting pleased is one of the good things in life. You know that, Anna."

We all laughed.

Anna squeezed my upper arm and circled her other arm around my waist.

"He's a cutie, my grandson. Don't you think, Selma?"

Selma looked me up and down. "He can warm my bed any night of the year." Her white teeth flashed in a bright smile.

"Hmmmm," Anna murmured. "He's an excellent bed warmer - - night or day."

I gulped. Selma gave me another, slower look up and down. Anna dropped her hand from my arm to my crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Girlfriend," Selma said, licking her lips. "I'm thinking I want to close up for lunch, 'cause somebody just delivered the food."

Anna laughed and Selma turned around to head to the front door. I watched her big, firm ass roll along under her skirt. 

"Looks like we might have some afternoon delight, Paul," Anna whispered in my ear.

I felt her hand run along the front of my jeans and then her fingers gently pulled down my zipper. She moved around behind me and pushed my t-shirt up over my chest. I raised my arms and Anna yanked the shirt off. The cool air of the shop brushed against my nipples.

Selma had locked the door and turned around. Her eyes grew wide when she saw me shirtless. She smoothed down her skirt and walked toward me with an exaggerated, sexy stroll.

Anna, meanwhile, was unbuckling my belt and then unbuttoning my jeans. They dropped to the floor, leaving me just in my skivvies. Selma approached closer, licking her lips. With one hand, Anna began playing with my nipples; with her other hand, she began stroking my cock through my underwear.

"Damn, Anna," Selma whispered as she stood in front of me. "Your grandson is one fine-looking young man."

"He is . . .and he's more than just show," Anna whispered to Selma, licking me along my neck.

Selma put her hands on her hips and gave me a bold look.

"So, good-looking white boy," she said, thrusting her hips toward me. "How do you feel about black women?"

I laughed. "Right now, I'm feeling pretty hard."

Selma laughed. "You like big titties?" She asked, pushing her massive breasts up with her hands.

I gulped. "I do."

"Well, then," Selma said in her deep, mellow voice. "Come and get some."

I leaned down and plunged my face into the valley of her cleavage, placing my hands over hers and pushing and squeezing her tits as I licked and munched on her smooth, dark tit-flesh. Selma moaned.

Anna pulled my underwear down to my knees, and my cock sprang forward. Still standing behind me, she wrapped both hands around my hard dick and began stroking. I could hear her panting as she pressed her body against mine.

Selma pulled her blouse up over her head and her mammoth jugs rolled into view. They were magnificent - - as big as grapefruits and glistening with my saliva. She unhooked her bra and shucked it down her arms. Soon, I was lunching on her thick, hard nipples while she wrapped her hands around my head to pull my mouth hard against her tits. She moaned and grunted, rolling my head back and forth across her breasts. I reached around behind her and found the zipper on her skirt. I yanked it down and Selma wiggled her hips. The skirt fell to her feet to reveal wide, luxurious hips encased in a tiny white thong.

With a groan of delight, I put a hand on each of her asscheeks and pulled her close. My cock felt like it was ten feet long. Anna had stopped stroking me and was now leaning against a rack of undies with her hand buried in her skirt. She groaned as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Oh, boyfriend," Selma grunted, grabbing my dick in her silky hands.

I stood up and wrapped my hands around her waist. I bent down to kiss her and out tongues met. We devoured each others' mouths ravenously. I was so consumed with the hot abundance of Selma's warm flesh that I forgot about Anna. Soon, Selma and I were dry-humping as we crammed our bodies together. I pumped her crotch against my cock with my hands firmly planted on her huge ass cheeks.

Just as I was about to turn Selma around and work my cock into her from behind, I sensed something wrong. Selma's eyes widened and she unfastened her mouth from mine.

"Junior," she panted, looking over my shoulder. "W-w-w-w-w-w-w . . ."

Selma's body froze and I turned over my shoulder to see who she was talking to. There in the door to the store's back room stood a young black guy - - he was short and slender with Selma's big brown eyes and thick, full lips. Selma pushed me to the side.

"What are you doing here, Junior?" Selma almost shouted. "Jesus Christ."

Junior blushed and slouched into the room, dropping a backpack on the ground as he entered.

"Grandma," he said, timidly. "I just got outa school and thought I'd stop by to say hello."

Selma looked at me and then at Junior. Anna too had stopped her masturbating and stood there frozen behind me. "Goddamn boy," Selma said sternly, reaching down to pick up her skirt. "I told you never to come through that back door."

Junior approached us even closer, gazing up at me. 

"It's okay, granny," he said. "I understand."

Junior's eyes locked on mine and a pleading look passed across his face. He came even closer and his eyes swept down my body to my still erect cock. I saw him swallow hard.

"It's okay, grandma," he repeated. "If it's okay with him."

He nodded his head toward me.

Selma's eyes opened wide and she looked at me, holding her skirt in front of her big chocolate tits. What the fuck, I thought to myself as I turned my body to face Junior. He looked up at me and then down at my cock. Slowly, his hand crept out from his side and touched my dick. I looked at Selma, who stared at Junior's hand with wide eyes. Anna resumed her masturbating.

Junior took my fat cock firmly in his hand. "It's okay, grandma," he said, panting. "I like white cock too."

Selma gulped and watched as Junior began pumping my cock in his hand. His velvety warm skin felt good against my cock.

"Oh grandma," he moaned. "You don't know how much I love hard, white dick."

With that, Junior dropped to his knees and began kissing the tip of my dick. I moaned.

"I love white dick," Junior murmured as I felt his breath on my cock. "I just can't get enough of hard white cock."

He began rubbing my balls with one hand while he slowly fed my dick between his full, moist lips. Soon, his mouth had engulfed my cock completely. I groaned in pleasure and put my hands on his tightly curled hair, holding him down on my dick. I could hear his gurgled moan. Slowly, I began fucking his hot, hungry mouth as he grabbed my cock in both hands and devoured it with short, high-pitched grunts. I looked over at Selma who was staring at Junior's head bobbing up and down on my dick. I could see her nipples growing even harder. I took one hand off of Junior's head and wrapped it around Selma's neck. I pulled her lips to mine. At first, she was reluctant. But as I played my tongue across her lips, she suddenly groaned and opened her mouth. Again, our tongues wrestled together in a passionate kiss. Junior just kept sucking my dick with loud, wet slurps.

"Wait," I whispered to Selma, pulling my lips from hers. I took her by the shoulder and gently pushed her behind her kneeling grandson so that she was facing me with Junior on the floor between us. I leaned my torso over to give Selma a kiss and then I took her hands and placed them on Junior's head. I squeezed my hands around hers.

With a deep sigh, Selma ran her hands through Junior's hair as I flexed my hips to fuck his hot, hungry mouth. I leaned over and Selma and I continued our kissing while I pinched and twisted her nipples. She broke the kiss to rear her head back and breath a deep moan. I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth to nibble on it. Selma's body tensed and shook. I felt her tit vibrating in my mouth. She squeezed Junior's head tight as an orgasm rocketed through her body.

Gasping and sighing, Selma shook her head back and forth. I grinned. Junior had taken my cock out of his mouth and was licking it up and down greedily. I felt his mouth attach itself to my balls and begin sucking first one and then my other nut. 

After Selma's orgasm subsided, I gave her another kiss and then gently pushed her down onto her knees. She dropped eagerly to the floor next to Junior. Not daring to look at her grandson, she grabbed my cock and ran her lips up and down my shaft. I looked down to see Junior absorbed in the sight of his sexy grandmother sucking my cock frenetically in and out of her mouth.

While Selma sucked me off, Junior began licking my thighs and running his tongue under my scrotum. The feeling of a hot tongue on my body and a warm mouth around my cock was indescribable. Below, Junior had released his own slender but long dick from his jeans and was stroking it furiously while rubbing his face against my crotch.

With a grunt, I pulled Selma's head off my cock. Before Junior could re-attach his lips, I dropped to my knees and gently lowered Selma onto her back.

"Oh yes," she groaned, opening her big thighs. "That's it boyfriend."

I could hear Anna moaning behind me. I opened Selma's thighs wide and pulled her thong to the side. Slowly, I began pushing my cock into her wet pussy. She groaned with every inch that entered her. 

"Baby," she cried out, taking a tit in each hand and squeezing hard on her nipples. "Fuck me, baby."

I pushed my dick all the way in and paused, relishing the feeling of her pussy wrapped tight around the length of my cock. Junior meanwhile had stood up and was grunting with each stroke he gave his hard, black cock. His eyes were glued on the point where my crotch jammed against his grandmother's.

I began to slowly pull my dick in and out of Selma. She moaned. As I built up momentum, she dropped her hands to the floor and began beating it with her palms.

"Fuck," I cried. "God damn. Fuck me, Selma."

She groaned and began humping her ass up and down on the floor to meet my quicker thrusts. Soon we were bouncing together up and down on the floor as we fucked. Selma whipped her head back and forth and her huge tits wobbled and shook with every thrust of my cock.

Junior exhaled a high-pitched sigh and I saw thick white spunk shoot out of his dick and spurt all over the panties hanging next to him. He whimpered and groaned as he climaxed with his eyes squeezed shut. Selma too saw him cum and I could feel another orgasm trembling it's way down along the walls of her pussy.

My cock felt as rigid and long as a tent pole. With a groan that began deep in my stomach, I gave Selma's pussy a final shove with my dick and dropped my head to her pillowy tits. She grunted and I felt her legs wrap around my ass cheeks and pull my hips tight against her crotch. I moaned into her tits as my cock exploded with pleasure. Selma grunted and continued to hump her pussy against my cock as she climaxed.

Groaning and gasping, we held each other tight together as we rode our mutual orgasm to the very end of it shuddering pleasure. As my cock drained, I licked Selma's magnificent tits and she ran her hands through my hair, mumbling and cooing.

Our bodies grew still. My cock exited Selma's pussy with a gentle plop, and I rolled over onto my side, squeezing and massaging her tits with my left hand. She leaned her head over and we exchanged a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Junior had slumped to the floor and when I looked over at him, he grinned weakly at me. Anna too was slumped to the floor with her skirt pushed up around her hips, her eyes squeezed shut and her hand langorously stroking her pussy.

We were all spent.

"Well," I heard Anna sigh. "That was some lunch break."

Selma's lips spread in a wide smile. I laughed, and Junior just kept grinning.

"I think I need a drink," Anna murmured.

She stood and straightened her clothes. "Come on you two," she said to Selma and me. "Let's head back to the ranch, break the good news to Frank, and have a drink."

I grinned and rose up, my wet, deflated cock flapping between my thighs. I leaned over and helped Selma up.

She looked over at her grandson. "Well, Junior," she said. "Get your lazy ass off that floor and zip yourself up. You've got to look presentable to visit Anna's house."

We all laughed and pulled our clothes back on. Anna, Junior, and I waited on the sidewalk while Selma closed up her shop. She emerged, glowing and smiling, with a big shopping bag in her hand. She locked the front door and joined us.

"Hmmmmm, I can't wait to get some dessert," she said to me as she gave me a warm peck on the cheek. 

I wrapped my arm her waist and pulled her to the car. 

"I'm famished," I said, as Anna laughed and we all got in the car.