3 comments/ 165423 views/ 24 favorites Blissful Reunion By: earlbrowder September 9, 2002 The sun was setting over the top of the backyard fence, and it's orange rays bathed the patio next to the pool in bright, warm light. The hot, dry desert air was calm and still. I laced my fingers together behind my head and shifted in the chaise lounge, idly watching her gobble my cock down into her hungry mouth. She sucked and licked and vacuumed all eight inches deep down into her warm, hot mouth. "That's it!" I panted. "Oh fuck. Take it all in." She mumbled in pleasure deep down in her throat. I arched my back to force my cock even deeper, and she grabbed my ass cheeks in her hands and moaned as she attacked my dick. I put my hands in her thick blond hair and felt my balls start to tingle. "Cumming," I moaned. "I'm cumming. Oh shit." Her grunts became more insistent as she plunged her mouth up and down my cock. As cum began boiling up through my cock, she pulled her mouth off and began stroking frenetically. I watched her hands - - long elegant fingers and long shiny red nails - - attacking my dick. Leaning back, I surrendered and felt my cock explode in pleasure. "Ohhhh," she murmured breathily. "That's it baby. Give me all of it." My cum spurted in deep rapid jolts and I moaned. She wiggled my cock with her hand, pushing it back and forth across my thighs. Warm, wet jism splattered across my lower stomach and my legs. I sighed and relaxed my body, spent. Her tongue, smooth and rough at the same time, licked its way up my dick slowly and she squeezed my thighs in her hands. "Hmmmmm, baby," she mumbled, as she milked my cock. "I love it when you get hard so fast and cum so hard." I smiled. "I love it when you suck my cock," I mumbled. "Can't you tell?" She laughed and I felt her pendulous breasts shake against my thighs. She settled her head on my hip and stroked my pubic hair. We lay there for ten or fifteen minutes - - quiet, content, satiated. It was the second time she had sucked me off that afternoon. "Now," I whispered into her ear. "I really am going to have to take a swim." She laughed. "Baby, don't leave me," she said mockingly. I smiled and rolled onto my side, dropping her onto the chaise next to me. We kissed, and I stared appreciatively at her massive tits. "You love my tits, don't you?" she asked, running a hand over one of her big, full mounds. I laughed. My cock hung, limp and glistening, along my thigh. "And you love my cock, don't you?" She smiled and laughed. "Can't you tell?" I turned to the pool and took two or three quick steps, launching into a dive. The cool waters swallowed me up. It felt fantastic - - especially against my flaccid cock. I swam back to the side of the pool and rested my arms on the concrete lip. She was resting on the lounge, her eyes closed. "Grandma," I said. "What time is Lupe making dinner. I'm hungry." My grandmother smiled. "I don't know, Ross. I'll go tell her to start now." She sat up on the lounge and grabbed her robe off the patio. As she tightened the belt on the robe, she blew me a kiss. Then, she toddled off into the dimness of the house on her short-heeled mules. I smiled and dropped back into the water. July 2002 Angry? You bet I was angry. I was an 18 year-old ball of hormonally-charged, resentful, bitter, and pissed off resentment. My friends had all gone off to college. But my mother, a secretary, couldn't afford tuition and room and board. And, she refused to take out a loan. I had tried a semester at the local junior college - - but had dropped out after a month or two, pissed off at my teachers, my fellow students, at the whole idea of driving from my house to classes and then back again to the same old place I'd always known. I'd gotten a job in construction. I'd starting accumulating muscles. I'd started drinking beer. And, I'd started staying out 'til midnight with my friends. Most weekends, the apartment door banged shut behind me at 7 or 8, and I'd be gone 'til late the next morning. Sometimes, drinking with the boys, I'd pick up a local skank for a quick fuck. Once, early in the spring, I'd gone home with the 48 year-old gal who owned the bar we liked to drink in. For a while, Lucy and I were a regular thing. Or, rather, for a while, I'd get drunk in her bar and Lucy and I would end up fucking the night away. I liked her - - she was salty and straightforward. And, although she didn't have the tight, smooth body of my 18 or 19 year-old girlfriends, she knew her way around the bedroom. My mom, of course, only knew that I was staying out late. She was, of course, worried. Worried that I'd end up a drunk, worried that I'd work construction my whole life, worried that I was so bitter and angry. But . .what could she do? I'd never met my dad. He and my mom had dated in college. He knocked her up in her sophomore year, and before I even saw the light of day, he was a memory. I hadn't even seen a picture of the motherfucker. He was irrelevant - - except that he had bequeathed such a shitty life to his ex-girlfriend and her angry kid. So, there I was. Angry. Stupid. Bored. And, it didn't look like things were going to change much - - until the week after July 4th. I'd spent most of the holiday with Lucy and a six-pack of Jack Daniels. I stumbled home around 5 or 6 on Sunday afternoon and put my key in the lock. No need. The door was unlocked. I pushed it open and swaggered into the hall. Two people were talking in the kitchen. Fuck that, I thought to myself. I need a shower. I rolled down the hall to the bathroom. "Ross, Ross," I heard my mom shouting from the kitchen. I grunted and pushed the bathroom door shut behind me. The scalding shower refreshed me. I shaved, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, pinched my cheeks and headed to the bedroom to put some fresh clothes on. I almost felt human again. As I was changing, my mom banged on the door. "Ross," she whispered through the door. "Come out to the kitchen. There's somebody here to meet you." I grumbled and finished tugging my t-shirt over my head. Probably some whacky New Age friend of my mom's, I thought to myself. Sitting at the tiny kitchen table, however, was an older woman, tricked out in a fashionable, cotton dress. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head and although the creases and wrinkles around her eyes and mouth told me she was probably older than Lucy, my bar owner squeeze, I gave her extra points for the long, sexy legs that extended below her dress hem. Of course, I'm a sucker for high-heeled shoes and the white pumps she wore may have swayed my judgment. She was a good-looking older broad - - big brown eyes, a nice full mouth. She was also clearly very well-maintained - - with long manicured nails, nice-looking jewelry, and those sexy legs. Maybe she was the wife of the landlord? Or, the wife of some doctor my mom worked for? I stepped into the kitchen and the woman's eyes met mine. I heard her take a sharp breath and saw confusion wash across her face momentarily. My mom pushed me aside and stepped into the kitchen between me and the mystery woman. Mom was smiling oddly. "Ross," she said, grasping my forearm. "I want you to meet someone." I shifted my gaze back and forth between the woman and my mom. The older lady stood and straightened our her dress. Nice tits, I thought to myself. They were big with just a short but suggestive line of cleavage revealed by her dress. The woman smiled weakly as well. "My god, Jane," the woman said in a gravelly voice. "He looks just like Clint. It's remarkable." My mom's smile weakened and she looked at the floor. "Ross," she said, with her eyes still glued to the floor. "This is Barbara - - your grandmother. Your dad's mom." It felt like somebody had smacked me. My brain hesitated and my body froze. My grandmother? I didn't even know she existed. What did she want? Why was she here? I moved closer to my mom. "Hello, Ross," the woman said, extending one of her carefully manicured hands. "It's so nice to finally meet you." We shook hands - - my big callused mitt enclosing her warm hand. I looked at my mom, who was again gazing wanly at the other woman. "Please," the woman continued. "I know you're surprised. Sit down. Both of you. Please." She gestured to two empty kitchen table chairs. I sat down opposite her. My mom sat next to me. Barbara paused, took a deep breath and then began talking. It turns out my dad had become a drunken bum after abandoning my mom. He had been in and out of hospitals, Greyhound stations, and many, many bars. He had also never told his parents about me or my mom. Two years ago, he had been discovered on a park bench in Santa Monica - - dead from acute alcohol poisoning. It was tragic, but in a way, Barbara explained, it had been a relief. "He was always a tortured soul," Barbara said, her eyes growing rounder. "Always my favorite but always troubled." A year later, Barbara's husband, my grandfather, had passed away. As she was going through his papers, she discovered a private detective's report from 15 years ago. In it, the investigator described my mother, listed her address, and attached a copy of my birth certificate. "It was a shock," Barbara said, dropping her eyes to the table. "I just didn't know what to do. A grandson? My only grandchild? I couldn't believe it. For months, I refused to believe it. Then I called the detective agency my husband had used. I asked them to please check their files. They did, and I talked to the guy who had filed the original report. It was all true." After a month of worrying and fretting, Barbara had called the agency back and asked them to find my mom's current address. A week later, an email from the agency revealed the location of the tiny, cramped apartment my mom and I shared. It had take several more weeks for Barbara to work up her courage. "So," she continued, raising her eyes and shaking her hair. "Here I am." I looked at my mom, who looked back and me. "I know, I know," Barbara said. "It's a shock. Believe me, I understand. But believe me, Ross." She reached over to squeeze my hand in hers. "You are my grandson. And, I want to make all of this up to you. My son was a fool. But that doesn't mean I am." My mom stood and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Ross," mom said. "Your grandmother wants you to live with her in Palm Springs. She's got a nice house there. Your grandfather was very successful. She wants to make up for things. For you to get to know her and for her to try to make things better for us." I looked at Barbara. "Yes, I do," Barbara said earnestly. "I've bought your mom a new home in Manhattan Beach. And I want you to have what you haven't been able to have. I want you to be part of the family." I heard my mom starting to tear up. "Oh, Ross," my grandmother continued, grabbing both my hands in hers. "I know I can't make up for the things my Clint did. I know that. But I can help you. I want to help you. Please. Let me." I felt confusion, anger, fear. I didn't know what I wanted or thought. So, I stood up quickly, jerked my hands away from her, and stormed down the hall, banging my door hard behind me. I turned on my stereo and dropped onto my bed. What the fuck? That was the extent of my self-reflection. I fell asleep. When I woke up, the sun had set. I smelled dinner cooking in the kitchen. My stomach rumbled with hunger. In the kitchen, mom was sitting at the table, drawing circles on the tablecloth with her finger. She stood and we hugged. I sat down and she served up dinner. When we were done eating, she sighed. "Please, Ross," she said. "I haven't been able to do things for you. It's made me burn with guilt. Not being able to give you what you deserve. But now, you can enjoy what you should have enjoyed your whole life. Please. Let's try." I nodded and she smiled. A week later, I was putting my clothes into a huge cedar dresser in a huge bedroom in a huge house perched on the edge of the desert in Palm Springs. As I pushed a dresser drawer shut, I turned to see Barbara watching me, leaning against the door frame. "Ross," she whispered, tears in her eyes. "I am so happy you're here. So happy." She opened her arms and I moved into her embrace. Her arms squeezed my neck and her body - - fleshy and curvy - - pressed itself hard against me. I twisted my hips sideways, hoping to hide the erection growing in my shorts. August 17, 2002 It was like living in one of those Aaron Spelling shows: the big house; the nice cars; a maid and a cook; gardeners; somebody to take care of everything - - almost. Gramps had started out as a car salesman and then had made it big, really big, in the postwar, L.A. real estate boom. He'd met grandma in a fancy bar on the West Side - - she was an aspiring starlet moonlighting as a cocktail waitress. Dad was born. And then my Auntie Chloe - - who I'd never met. Grandpa moved on to real estate in Palm Springs. Dad moved on to alcohol. Chloe moved on to Seattle. Now it was just me and grandma and a basketball team of servants in the big house next to the desert. For weeks, I just sucked it all in. Enjoying the food, the entertainment, the cars, the lazy, idling way of life. Up at 11, a swim, a spin in the Mercedes, a nap, a movie on the plasma, some dinner, some drinks on the patio, playing with some toys. Grandma enjoyed watching me enjoy myself. Really, she seemed especially happy - - always smiling, complimenting me, asking me if I needed anything. To be honest, the house was so big and she seemed so busy, I hardly saw her. When I did, we had a pleasant time. We never talked very deeply or did much together. And so after three weeks, I started getting bored. That's when the trouble started. I'm not a big doper but one night I decided to check out some local nightlife. I stopped in a flashy bar not to far from home. I met a guy named Mitch and his stripper girlfriend. We ended up at their place, smoking weed, drinking Jack Daniels, and goofing. I rolled back to grandma's quiet, dark house sometime in the wee hours of the morning with a cotton mouth, a poor sense of balance, and a bag of premium Kona herb. The one thing about pot is that it makes me incredibly horny. After a joint, I'm ready to fuck the rug. I should have known better. After dinner the next night, I retreated to Grampa's "screening room" - - a beautiful wood-paneled den with a t.v. screen the size of a garage door and a u-shaped leather couch. I popped open a beer, shut the door, put on a concert DVD of Radiohead, and rolled a massive joint. An hour later, the joints was a mere scrap, the music was sounding perfect, and my cock felt like a lead baton. Just as I was about to pull it out of my jeans and fantasize a sex romp with Jenna Jameson, I heard a knock on the door. Shit. I turned the DVD down, fanned the air, and pulled myself together. Grandma opened the door. "Can I come in?" she asked. I nodded yes. Grandma was no 16 year-old cheerleader. She was well into her late 50s, but she kept herself together. Always visiting the beauty salon, doing three or four sessions a week at the local gym, always buying new, fashionable clothes, and always sporting expensive looking earrings or necklaces or bracelets. She was a little short with still-shapely legs, a nice big pair of tits, a wide ass, and a deep buttery tan. As I gazed at her through my pot-hazed mind, I could feel something stirring in my jeans. I gulped and sat down. Grandma came around the couch and sat down next to me - - her sun dress riding up over her knees. She was wearing big silver hoop earrings and a wristful of stylish bracelets. I tried to turn my crotch away from her, afraid she'd see the action in my pants. I was a little surprised because she was carrying a glass of bourbon in one hand. As she settled into the couch next to me, she drained the bourbon and held the glass out to me. "Get me some more, will you Ross? You know where the bar is." The sound in the room was getting funny and I felt like the air was becoming thick. I stumbled to the bar, spun open a bottle of Chivas, poured the glass half full, and returned to the couch. Grandma gently took the glass from my hand. "I know we haven't had a chance to talk much," she said as she took a long swallow from the glass. "I want to explain why I might seem so reserved." I nodded dumbly. She sighed and her mammoth chest heaved up toward the ceiling. She took another pull of the glass. It was almost empty. "Well," she said with a deep breath. "You dad and I were very close when he was younger. He was always so funny and cute." I listened to her but my eyes were fastened on her tits - - so big and juicy, encased in a form fitting bra that lifted and separated. Grandma gave a little giggle. "Oh, we had such a great time together when he was young. His dad, your grandfather, was hardly around. And Chloe, well she was always off in her own world. It was just Clint and me." She rose to her feet, swayed a little, and then click-clacked to the bar on her low-heeled mules. I watched her shapely calves bend and flex. She poured herself another drink and drifted back to the couch. "We had a special relationship, your father and I," grandma sighed again, taking a long sip from the glass. "Very special. Do you know what I mean?" I nodded dumbly again. "Oh, god," she exclaimed. "You look so much like him. So big. Those beautiful big brown eyes. That sweet face." I could see tears starting to well up in her eyes. She emptied the glass and smacked it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "No," she continued, turning to me. "Of course, you don't know what I mean. How could you?" She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands and took a deep breath. "You and your mom are close, aren't you Ross?" I nodded, my eyes trailing down the front of her dress to her knees. They were smooth and tan. The bare skin seemed so sexy. I could feel my cock stiffening inside my jeans. I had an urge to lick her kneecaps but instead I turned to look at the big t.v. screen. "Of course you two are close," grandma whispered. "Just a boy and his mom in that tiny apartment. But Clint and I had something so rare, so special." Again, I could see her eyes growing watery. "I think sometimes that it was the kind of relationship that can either save you or destroy you." "Oh, god," grandma sobbed. "Oh, my poor little Clint." Now the tears had started to well in her eyes. I didn't know what to do. I mean I'd never met the guy, even though he was my father. And, I hardly knew my grandmother. I gulped. Grandma leaned toward me, still sobbing. "Please, Ross, get me another drink." I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. I grabbed her glass and floated toward the bar. For some reason, the cap on the bourbon had gotten fucked up and my fingers fumbled with it. Damn, next time it's half a spliff for me. I smiled to myself. Finally, I poured the drink. I turned around to sit back on the couch but there was grandma, standing right next to me. "Oh god," she sobbed. "Please, Ross, just give me a hug." She opened her arms and I put the glass back on the bar and placed my hands gingerly on her hips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I could feel her sobbing into my shoulder. I was careful to keep my body from touching hers. It was tough because her body was so lush and voluptuous and hugging me only brought her into closer contact. "Oh my sweet Clint," grandma sobbed. "You're sweet just like him. Such sweet boys." Her hands began to rub the back of my head. By now, my cock felt like an intercontinental missile, poised for flight. "Baby," grandma slurred into my ear. "You're so nice to me." Her hands continued to caress my hair and now I could feel her body starting to sag against mine. Involuntarily, I wrapped my arms around her waist to hold her up. Blissful Reunion I am in a long distance relationship. It is the kind of relationship I never dreamed I would be in, and frankly always assumed it was the kind that never lasted. Despite the downsides it may have, not being physically next to each other, to hold and kiss every day, at the same time I wouldn't trade this for anything else. Because it is him. He was an old friend I met in grade school. Thank god for social networking. After so many years, I found him again, all grown up. After getting reacquainted, he is now the man I fell so deeply in love with. We have already been together for a year, and it was the week of our one year anniversary that we would finally meet in person again after so many years. That entire year before then, I always imagined what it would feel like. To finally hold him in my arms, breathe in his scent, and kiss his sweet lips. Most of all, what his body would feel like pressed to mine; what it would feel like to have his hands caressing every inch of my body. Pinching, pulling, biting, sucking, and grinding each other to the point where he would thrust deep into me and drive me over the edge. Now the moment has come, and our reunion was a moment I will never forget. The utter joy we felt to finally embrace each other and be together at last. It was better than I had ever imagined. After that, I couldn't stop touching him. At lunch I would wrap one arm around his. When we walked together, I would wrap my arms around him, and occasionally reach in and kiss him sweetly. It was almost as if I was reassuring myself that he was really here, and that he was real. And indeed he was. Each time I touched him, kissed him. I felt the urge to have more of him growing steadily inside me. I would have to wait until we got to our hotel room first though. But by then, we would be alone, and I would have him all to myself. No distractions. Just the two of us. We arrived at the hotel and checked in, leaving our bags in the car so we could find our room and get everything settle at the front desk first. We took the elevator up and found our room almost immediately. We opened the door and scanned the room, taking a mini tour of what would be our home for the next week. I sighed in relief and looked over at him. I knew then and there what I wanted to do. I walked over to him and wrapped my arm around him, pulling him in for a long sweet kiss. Our lips parted momentarily and we gazed in each other's eyes, smiling. He captured my lips again. My hands ran up the back of his head, running my fingers through his fuzzy hair. I could feel him holding me very close, his hands on my back. I decided to go for it. I opened my mouth and gently slipped my tongue out, licking his lips. He did the same, and now we were truly tasting each other, our tongues caressing through our kisses. It felt really good. I could feel the wave of excitement slowly creeping through my body. I knew if I didn't stop now, we would start getting more into the moment, so much I would want to take him then and there. We parted and I exhaled laughing. "OOOKAY we should probably get our bags!" We did so and we were back in our room. Our next plan was to head out sometimes and go to the store and buy some groceries. Since we just arrived to our room though, we knew we could relax for a while before we did. It kept happening though. We would find ourselves back in each others arms, diving in for more kisses. Each time got more intense. Our hands roaming, mine caressing his face, his running up and down my back. Then we would part and laugh again, claiming we should probably wait until tonight or even tomorrow since he still had jet lag. We would go about the room for a couple minutes, and then it would start all over again. Slowly but surely we were caring less about restraining ourselves. We dove in for another passionate kiss, and that was when I felt it. His hand crept up and his fingers traced up my chest. It was so soft I thought I was going to go insane. His hand then wrapped around my breast, fondling me gently as we continued kissing. I felt it again, the jolt of electricity shooting through my body. I knew I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. But I still felt I should hold back for his sake. Unless he wanted to, and he pushed forward, I would go with it. We eventually got to the bed, lying down beside each other. We continued kissing on and off. When we weren't, I was gazing in his eyes. Dark brown orbs like mine. So beautiful. I caressed his face, almost reassuring myself that he was really here in front of me, lying by my side, looking into my eyes so lovingly. It made me wanna kiss him more. I breathe in his scent as our tongues danced, so intoxicating. I moved my head up and his kisses trailed down my neck. Now this is what I was waiting for. I could feel his tongue against my neck, making me sigh softly as he proceeded to nibble and bite it, leaving little red marks all over the front. I lifted my leg and draped it over his, and his hand went up my chest again, groping and massaging my breasts. His kisses went further down to the top of my chest. I sat up and pulled my shirt off, reaching over to take his off as well. We were already beginning to expose ourselves to each other, and yet we didn't care. Even though we were still holding back, we knew we wanted each other, now. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slipping it off before I instinctively reached up to cover myself. He laid me back down and pulled my hands off my chest, finally exposing myself to him. Both his hands were on my breasts now, massaging and leaning down to kiss them all over. It was then that he reached my nipples, kissing and licking them softly. He would alternate between kissing all around my breasts and then going back to my nipples, sucking them harder each time he went back to them. By this point I was moaning softly, jolts of excitement flowing through me as he sucked my nipples so hard I thought he was going to bite them off. I pulled him closer to me, until he was in between my legs. His hand reached down and touched me above my skirt. I laid my head back and moaned softly as his fingers reached through my skirt and he started rubbing my crotch through my leggings. I could feel him pressing against my leg and I reached down to touch him above his pants. I could feel it already, how hard he was. His cock pointing up under his jeans. We stopped and looked in each others eyes for a moment. "Do you want to?" he whispered. "Maybe..." "Up to you." I smiled, looking into his eyes as I unzipped his pants and reached in to touch him directly. He closed his eyes and moaned softly at my touch. We began kissing again, feeling each other up more and more. It was driving me crazy. I could feel the arousal flowing out of me already, staining my panties. I lifted his undershirt up and off of him, leaving him in just his jeans. We held each other close for a moment, our bare chests pressed together, feeling each other's warmth. My fingers traced up and down, curling through his chest hair as he captured me in a deep kiss once more. That was one thing I had noticed so far. We couldn't stop kissing. Our lips were already sore and puffy and yet we didn't care. We made out for a while, kissing and biting each others necks, and then he started grinding against me. My moaning became louder and my mind was already going into a lust clouded frenzy. "You want it?" I couldn't answer. He was making me feel so good I forgot how to speak. He repeated, "You want it?" I could hear him, and all I could answer was in the form of a soft moan. Again I thought about it. Should we? We did say we were going to wait until later. Maybe we should wait until the right time... The right time?? Fuck it. There is no right time. It's whenever you want it to goddamn be, and right now, it definitely feels right. "You want it baby?" "Yes," I finally managed to whisper. "Take me... please..." I then got up and started digging through my purse for my wallet. He snuck up behind me and continued massaging my breasts from behind, pressing up against my back. I sighed as he left more kisses down my neck. Goddamn, he almost distracted me from my task, but luckily I was able to find the condom. I turned around to face him again and sat down on the bed. I was face to face with his torso and I reached down to undo his pants. I could already see him peaking out of his boxer briefs, and I couldn't help but blush. This was the first time he had ever been exposed to me, and soon I would be too. I pulled his pants and briefs down, setting him free and that's when I could see him pointing upright, slightly curved. I blushed as I handed him the condom so he could put it on. I watched him intensely as I reached down and pulled my own leggings and skirt off along with my now wet panties. We lied back down on the bed, and he pushed my legs apart. If I wasn't so lost in his eyes I would've blushed at the fact that I was now fully exposed to him. But it didn't matter. Nothing did anymore, except for him. Us, together, about to become one. He reached down and placed his cock right outside my opening. There was no hesitation. After all the sexual tension between us the past hour, he finally pushed himself inside me. I moaned softly as he thrust into me in a steady rhythm. It felt good, very good. Of course, it also felt different. We both had been in previous serious relationships that ended tragically, and this was the first time either of us had shared our bodies with someone else after that. As we continue making love, we were also adjusting to each other's bodies. Becoming acquainted. It was new, yet it was sweet. It was because of this that neither of us really felt like we could reach our peak. I did feel something in the midst of him pounding harder into me. Then I realized, the way his cock was curved up, was rubbing me in a new way I hadn't felt before. Holy shit, he was rubbing my g-spot. I laid my head back and moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation. I lifted my hips up into him and a wave of pleasure flowed through me as I nearly yelled out. I knew I had come, thought it was not very intense, I could feel it and I relaxed my body. He continued thrusting into me for a while, trying to see if he could come as well. I then offered to pleasure him another way. I got off the bed and had him sit on the edge as I knelt before him. I took his cock in my hand, stroking him softly as he closed his eyes and moaned. I lowered my mouth onto him, tasting him in all of his erotic glory, running my tongue up and down his length. He placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing himself further into my mouth. I began sucking him, making him moan louder. I could then taste something slightly salty, realizing I was milking some pre-cum out of him. I went on for a while before we eventually stopped, and he reluctantly said he couldn't come. I assured him it was ok. It was our first time after all. We laid back down on the bed and held each other close. I rested my head on his chest, and suddenly I felt even more in heaven. The feeling of being near him, cuddled up in his arms, listening to his heartbeat. It was so amazingly comfortable. "I could stay like this forever," I whispered. "Me too baby." ------- Later that night, we were relaxing on the bed. He was watching a video online and I was uploading some of the pictures and videos we had taken that day on my computer. At some point he had to pause his video and let it load because the WiFi was being slow. Of course, I took this opportunity to lean over him and start kissing him softly. By now we had already gotten used to each other's kisses, and we still couldn't get enough. The feeling of our lips joined together, breathing in and tasting each other. It was pure bliss. We made out for a while until we could feel it building up again. A longing for each other's bodies. A wave of lust creeping down and flowing below our stomachs. This time around I felt a little more playful. I knew what he liked already, and I was determined to discover more. I got off the bed and made my way to the other side of the bed to crawl right on top of him. We gazed at each other as I straddled him, adjusting myself so I was resting just above his crotch. I could feel it already through our PJ pants. He was hard, and pressed against me. I was already feeling the fiery buildup lingering in my pussy as I leaned down and captured his lips once more. His hands ran up and down my back as we kissed, causing a wave of pleasure to hit me as I began grinding against him. I moaned softly. There was something about this moment that felt very erotic, more so than the first time we made love. I could feel my clit throbbing as it rubbed more against his hard on. I began rolling my hips in a slow steady rhythm, each caress of his cock against me getting hotter by the second. I could see in his face too, he was loving it just as much. "I might actually go this time," he whispered, and I smirked. His hands found its way up to my breasts, pushing my tank top up and massaging and pinching my nipples. He leaned his head up and began to bite and suck my nipples again. making me gasp loudly considering they were still sore from earlier. God though, it felt so good. I leaned down and left small kisses all around his neck, stopping at the shoulder to suck gently as he continued to fondle me. And yet, we were still grinding. I knew it was time to take each other again. I got up and retrieved another condom, handing it to him as I pulled his pants and briefs down and off him. I removed my own pants and panties as he slipped the condom on. Once he was ready, I climbed on top of him once more. This time I was going to ride him. I realized we were both still in our tank tops, but I didn't care. If anything, it made it more erotic, being half clothed. I lowered myself down onto him, reaching down to guide him straight into me. I felt every inch of his hard cock fill my pussy once again. I moaned loudly as we began rocking slowly together, his hands on my hips. I looked down at him, watching him close his eyes and his face get tenser by the second. I began circling my hips, grinding them harder against him. Oh my, what was this? Oh... oh my god. This position, me riding him. His cock was rubbing even better inside me. Deeper, harder against my g-spot. Oh god... this... feels... INCREDIBLE. I dare say this is even better than the first time, as beautiful as it was. This time felt much more erotic, passionate. He was fucking me, good and hard. I could feel my clit throbbing, aching to be touched. I reached down and started rubbing myself as I continued to ride him. "You gonna come?" he asked in between pants of breath. "I think so.." I managed to say before I let out a string of loud moans. God this felt so good. "Me too..." Yes, good. He began thrusting harder up into me, and we found a rapid rhythm that matched perfectly. We began whispering naughty things to each other. "Harder... yes... right there... please god yes..." "You like that dick in your pussy?" "Yes... oh fuck..." "Fuck... baby I'm gonna come... gonna go..." Hearing his whispering voice as he stroked me long and hard with his cock was definitely what did it for me. I could feel myself reaching the edge as I rubbed my clit harder. He then reached up and began pinching and pulling my nipples. A few more thrusts and I finally felt it. "Oh god, yes baby... FUCK... I'M CUMMING..." I moaned loudly as the orgasm ripped through my body. Holy shit it was intense. VERY intense. I had to reach up and cover my mouth to mute the screams escaping my throat. All the while he was still thrusting into me. I looked down at him in my daze and could see him tensing up. "Fuck... oh fuck baby... gonna cum..." He suddenly thrust hard and deep into me and froze up. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, his mouth hanging open. I knew he was cumming, and though he was much quieter about it than I was, it was beautiful. He relaxed his body and laid back, gazing at me through the tired slits of his eyes. "Good boy," I smirked, making him smile back. I then lied down beside him, lazily draping my leg over his. We lay together for a while, holding each other close amid our afterglow. Our breathing decelerating back to a normal pace. "Damn," I whispered. "The second time really is the best." He smiled. "It sure is." He then held me closer, allowing me to listen to his heartbeat better. "I love you." "I love you too baby." This was truly bliss. I knew how much I loved him before our reunion, and now I can truly confirm with how well we physically fit together, both erotic and non-erotic, that this is where I am meant to be. With him, forever. Blissful Reunion Ch. 02 August 28, 2002 Lupe, the cook, and Constanza, the maid, knew exactly what was going on. How could they not? Grandma and I slept in the same bed. We woke in the mornings and played with each other. Sometimes fucking and sometimes just pleasuring each other. Grandma was a cocksucking fiend. Often, we would wake up as the sun cascaded through the window and grandma would latch her mouth onto my dick and play with me for hours - - sucking me, licking me, stroking me, getting me close to climax and then stopping. Her dream, she told me one night, was to fall asleep with my cock in her mouth. And so, I settled back in bed and grandma laid her head across my crotch and took me into her voracious mouth. She made me cum once and then, plopping my flaccid dick back into her mouth, we drifted off to sleep together. Another morning, I woke to find myself alone in the bed. I stretched and grandma entered the room from the adjoining bathrobe. She wore only a sheer peignor and a pair of mules. Someone knocked on the door and grandma opened it to reveal Constanza with a breakfast tray. "Come in," grandma smiled. "I think he's hungry this morning." Constanza smiled and brought the tray to the bed while I propped myself up on the pillows. As she settled the tray on two folding legs across my crotch, grandma pulled the sheet down to my feet. I lay there with the tray covering my dick. Constanza started to retreat. "No," grandma said, striding over and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You have to butter his toast and pour his coffee." Constanza smiled and leaned down to prepare my breakfast while grandma snaked her hand under the tray and began stroking my cock. I shifted my hips. "Ross," she said mockingly. "Be still. Constanza can't pour the coffee if the tray is shaking." Her hand worked its way up and down my dick as the maid poured the coffee. Constanza refused to look me in the eye and gazed intently at the coffee cup. Grandma continued stroking me. "Hmmmm," she murmured. "You can leave now Constanza. Thank you." The maid curtsied and beat a hasty retreat. "Eat, Ross," grandma said, releasing my cock with a giggle. "You need your energy." I smiled and wolfed down the eggs, bacon, toast, strawberries, and coffee. I was hitting the bud pretty consistently by this point - - both to ease my mind around the freaky events that were occurring and to keep myself as horny as possible. Grandma probably knew but said nothing. On night, a few days after the episode with Constanza, grandma and I sat down to dinner. I had just finished a joint in the pool house and was feeling warm, fuzzy, and very horny. Lupe served up our soup and salad. I watched grandma eating and there was just something incredibly sexy about watching her sip and chew and lick her lips. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that showed off her very abundant curves and a short-sleeved silk blouse that she had unbuttoned to reveal a generous expanse of cleavage. By the time I finished my salad, I was sporting a raging hard-on and a sly smile. "My goodness," grandma cooed as she looked at me. "Who's the canary you just ate? Stop that, Ross, you're making me think bad thoughts." I grinned. "What kind of bad thoughts?" Grandma smiled and took a pickle from the relish tray on the table. She began to slowly lick it, her eyes locked on mine. Then, she began to pump it gently in and out of her mouth. I grinned harder and stood up. As grandma sucked on the pickle, I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. I stroked myself as I watched her. Flushed and sweaty, grandma's chest began heaving with excitement. I walked over to her chair and thrust my cock toward her face. "Accept no substitutes," I said. The old lady needed no encouragement and soon had her lips wrapped around my cock, pumping her mouth up and down my slick shaft. I leaned back and enjoyed the blowjob. Then, I turned to see Lupe entering the room with our main course on two plates. I straightened up as my eyes met Lupe's and I started to pull my dick out of grandma's mouth. But, she grasped my cock firmly in her hand and pulled me back into her mouth. Lupe looked down at the floor but proceeded to deposit a plate of roast beef and green beans at each of our settings. I came just in time to enjoy the warm, juicy roast beef. Whatever Lupe and Constanza thought, they never said a word. Nor did they pretend to ever notice anything strange or perverse about our relationship. Instead, they continued their work, acting as if it was all as natural and right as rain. I marveled at their professionalism. How did grandma keep so busy? Now that we were spending so much time together, I found out. She spent hours doing what she called her "charitable work." Basically, she was on the board of a bunch of community groups - - church groups, small business groups, the public library, the "Clean City" council. There were lots of meetings and luncheons and, I suspected, lots of drinking. Most of the groups were dominated by older, prosperous women, and most of the women were polite, conservative, country club types. As we grew more intimate, grandma loosened up about the distance between her public and private lives. In fact, she began to enjoy blurring the line between the two. One afternoon, as I was relaxing in front of the PlayStation, Lupe entered grandpa's study and told me that grandma wanted me in the living room. I paused my game, slipped on my flip-flops, and ambled down to the big, mahogany-dense living room. A half-dozen old ladies sat around the room, each nursing some kind of drink. Grandma stood in the center of the group, looking very stylish in a simple black dress and black pumps, her hair pulled up off her neck. "Ladies," grandma said with a big smile as I entered the room. "I just wanted to introduce my grandson, Ross." She gestured toward me and as I approached, she looped her arm in mine. "Ross is spending the summer with me," she continued, patting my shoulder with her hand. "And, I have to tell you. You should all get a handsome young man to help you around the house!" The ladies tittered and bathed me in their smiles. Grandma leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Go to the study. I need to talk to you about something." The study was a small room built off of the living room. It had been grandpa's central command center. Since his death, grandma had cleaned it out and now used it at as her private work room. I smiled at the ladies and passed through the door into the study. A few minutes later, grandma entered through the door wearing a wide, lascivious smile. "Thanks, baby," she said. "The ladies really like you." I laughed. Grandma put her finger to her lips and reached around to shut the door firmly behind her. Then, still wearing her grin, she came close to me and plunged her tongue into my mouth. Humming with appreciation, I sucked on her tongue while she hurriedly unbuckled my belt and yanked my pants down around my thighs. I turned her around so that her ass was tight against my crotch and began rubbing and kneading her big tits. Grandma leaned her head back and squeezed her eyes shut with pleasure. I pulled her dress up over her ass and pushed my hand between her abundant ass cheeks, yanking down her panties. Grandma raised her hand to her mouth and bit down on her knuckles. Taking my dick firmly in hand, I pushed grandma forward so that she rested her hands on the desk in front of us. Her big ass invited me to action, and encouraged by the site of those two fleshy mountains, I jammed my cock into her hot, sopping wet pussy. Grandma grunted and pushed her hips backward, sliding my dick deep, deep inside her. We fucked silently - - my cock spreading her pussy lips and my hands glued to her soft ass cheeks. I pumped her quickly and she met each of my thrusts with a push of her ass backwards trying to drive my cock deeper and deeper. After several minutes of nice, deep fucking, I felt a sweat breaking out along my chest. "I'm gonna cum," I leaned down to whisper into grandma's ear. She nodded her head up and down furiously, and I fucked her ass more quickly until my cock swelled to its limits and then exploded with cum. Grandma grunted and jammed her ass hard against my crotch. I rode her beautiful backside until my jerking cock was quiet. Grandma leaned forward to rest on the desk and I slid my dick out of her with a pop. We rested for a minute or two and then she stood up. "Grab me those tissues," she said, her face flushed and sweaty. She cleaned herself up, patted her face with a handful of tissues, pulled her skirt back down, and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Back to business," she murmured, rubbing her hand across my balls. I smiled. Blissful Reunion "That's it, honey, " grandma said. "That makes me feel so much better." My cock had now taken control of my brain. Slowly, I dropped my hands onto her big, broad ass. Her sobbing had stopped, but she was still breathing heavily. Gently, I squeezed her ass in my hands. "Ross," she hissed. "Be nice to me. I want you to be nice to me." I could feel her hot breath in my ear. And her fingers had now wound themselves tightly into my hair. I squeezed her ass more firmly and slowly pressed my crotch against her body. She half-sighed and half-moaned. I ran my hands up and down her ass cheeks, taking them firmly in my hands, pressing them together, pulling them upward. Grandma's sigh turned into a moan. My cock was completely erect now, pushing tight against the front of my jeans. Grandma moaned again and then I felt her tongue press against my ear. At first, she just flicked my earlobe but when I responded by dropping my hand down along her ass and between her thighs, she plunged it into my ear, whimpering with pleasure. It was like a dream. Thanks to the pot, everything moved in herky jerky time, sometimes smooth and sometimes too quickly. I pulled her dress up over her wide hips and peeled her silk panties down across her ass. Grandma gasped and her fingers fumbled at my zipper. My cock sprang out as fat and hard as I'd ever felt it. She wrapped her hand around it and jerked it hard. With a groan, she dropped onto the floor, her dress hitched up around her waist and her panties around her ankles. She spread her legs and looked me in the eyes. I dropped on top of her and like magic my cock was suddenly buried deep inside her. She grunted and pushed her hands into my hair, bringing our lips together. We fucked and as we fucked, we panted against each other's lips. I drove into her fast and furiously and her grunts began to change into high-pitched squeals. Her body writhed below me. My cock swelled to incredible proportions, stretching her her pussy and tightening our crotches together. Grandma yanked my head down and our lips met. We crushed our mouths together and her tongue flooded into my mouth. My cock exploded with pleasure and I groaned loudly as wave after wave of cum shot deep into her. Grandma's body shuddered and she clamped her hips against my crotch. Our tongues wrestled together frenetically as we each rode our orgasms to the end. Finally, my jerking hips quieted and grandma relaxed her body. She took my face in her hands and fed hungrily on my tongue. As I slumped to the ground, she broke our kiss and my face dropped to the floor. My cock still tingled and pulsed. I rested on my elbows as our breathing shifted from deep, deep pants to slower, shallower breaths. Finally, I rolled off of her with a deep sigh, my cock dangling through my zipper. Without a word, grandma pulled her dress back down over her thighs. She groped the floor and pushed herself slowly, woozily up to her legs. She looked down at me. Then she turned her back to me and reached around to unzip her dress. It slid down her torso and then down her legs. She stepped out of it, her back still toward me. I ran my eyes up her thick, shapely legs and her big, soft luxurious ass. She turned back around and unclasped her bra. Her mammoth tits tumbled forward - - large, swollen, falling downward across her upper body like two engorged rain drops. She tugged her bra off and let it fall to the floor. She still wore her heels. "Now baby," she murmured, extending a hand toward me. "Get up." My cock began stirring again and I scrambled to my feet. Grandma smiled and kissed me gently on the cheek. "Take off your shirt, baby," she whispered. I pulled my t-shirt over my head. "Now, your pants," she murmured huskily. "Get naked." I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them together with my briefs over my hips. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them - - completely nude, my cock already starting to sway slowly in front of me. Grandma leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, her tongue darting into my mouth. Her warm hand closed around my cock, squeezing it gently. "Come baby," she whispered, as she tugged on my dick. "Come with me." I grunted assent and grandma led me by my cock out of the room and down the hall.