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Gamma Gets Some

By: burningdog



So help me God my 18-year-old grandson Brandon makes me wet. When I'm in the stands at his high school soccer games I fantasize about showering with him after the game, running my hands all over his hard body, rubbing his cock until it was rock hard. On my knees, sucking his dick. On top of him, fucking his straight-A brains out. 

Back at the game I'm cheering him on, and burning with lust. I must be patient.

I never knew I could feel this way about him until this past summer when he came to work on the farm. I watched him work, my fair-haired grandson, muscles bulging in all the right places. My emotions ran wild. I wanted him. Oh, how I wanted him in the worst way. I felt guilty about these feelings at first but naked lust won out. 

I'm going to seduce him when he comes to our house for pot roast Sunday. I began leaving a couple of buttons on my blouse undone. I'd seen him checking out my breasts. I'd give him something to ogle, all right. Want to touch them. Go ahead. Kiss them. Suck them. Squeeze them.

I rub up behind him and whisper suggestive things in his ear. My kitty is hungry.

I have him cornered in the pantry. After I lock the door I'm unbuttoning my blouse and shucking off my jeans. His eyes are locked on my ample breasts. His dick is jutting out. As I'm unhooking my bra he's headed straight for my bosom. He buries his face in my silky flesh. His warm skin pressed against mine felt divine. I let out a sigh of pure joy.

I wrap my hands around his head, my fingers tangling in his hair. His head twists in my hands and he's kissing and licking. His lips find a nipple and he begins to suckle. "Oh, Brandon," I sigh.

"Do you want Gamma?" I breathe hotly into his ear. He responds by kissing me full on the lips. Soon our tongues are in a tango, our hands caressing and grabbing.

"Take my cherry, Gamma," he whispers before licking the outer rim of my ear, sending shivers up and down my spine.

I back him up into a corner. I unbutton his shirt and lick his nipples to pinpoints. I fall to my knees and unbuckle his pants, unleashing his semi-hard cock. He reaches for it. I slap his hand away.

"Gamma's," I admonish him. I take his cock in my loving hands and caress it. I bend to kiss it. I lick his member up and down its veiny length until it's rock-hard. My open mouth is on his cock, getting it nice and wet for its rendezvous with my hungry pussy. 

I'm on my back on a pile of towels, my legs lightly around Brandon. My hand guides his manhood into my vagina. God, it feels so good. He's grinding into me. He's ramming hard. H shudders and cums hard. His cock spurts hotly in my satiny walls.

He's panting on top of me. Our eyes meet. I see lust. "Damn, that was good, Gamma," Brandon grinned. He bent his head to kiss me. We kissed passionately. His hand played with my breasts while I lightly raked my fingernails up and down his back.

I guide his hand to my sopping wet pussy. I rub my clit with his fingers. The first wave of orgasms washed over me that night. Brandon brushed my hand away so that he could play with my wicked garden. 

Oh, baby, did he play. Intuitively, he coaxed out my clit before playing it between his talented fingers. My body shuddered with ecstasy.

He slipped a couple of fingers into my pussy. He experimented with different angles elicited moan-wise from me. He crooked a finger and found my G-spot. He rubbed me into a frenzy. I was thrashing and moaning and coming and groaning. 

His cock was hard again. I got up and gently pushed him onto his back. I straddled him and sat down on his cock. I leaned over to brush my breasts across Brandon's face, offer him a nipple. I ground down as he flicked a nipple with his tongue, sending sparks to my pussy.

I straighten up to ride my grandson. My hips are rolling back and forth. I'm squatting above him, sliding my wet pussy up and down his pole. His hips buck up to meet me.

The kitchen door opens and closes. A woman's voice calls out for Brandon. He's a popular fellow with the ladies it seems It's my horny sister Trudy. After she gets a hold of him he'll be ruined. I lean over and put a nipple in Brandon's mouth to keep him quiet. He suckles on it silently. Finally bored, Trudy leaves.

Brandon's thick cock thrusts up into me as he fucks me standing up against the wall. I'm on all fours and he's behind me burying his rocket in my pocket. We're rutting and grunting like animals.

After a couple of hours I need a break and suggest we skinnydip in the pool. Ted is going to be in Omaha at least through the weekend visiting a cousin I knew he is having an affair with. I have Brandon all to myself.

Gamma Gets Some Ch. 02



Naked as a jaybird I led Brandon out the kitchen door and into the nighttime air. It was late June, so the temperature dropped a little at night. As a result my nipples began to stiffen. I turned and lifted his hand to my breast. "Feel how hard my nips are," I coaxed him. His fingers played with my nips, tracing lines around them, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

I held onto his arms as sparks began to fly and legs began to shake. I grabbed his hand and led him to the pool. We slipped into the water and immediately came together in a passionate embrace. Our lips fused together as our hands stroked and grabbed each other.

I reached between his legs and took his penis in hand. As I ran my fingers up and down his fleshy friend, Brandon began kissing my neck. The more I fondled him, the more fervent his kisses became more impassioned. He paused to coo, "Oh, Gamma, that feels so good!"

"I know, baby," I moaned back in his ear. He resumed kissing my neck, alternately sucking and nibbling. My fingers gently squeezed his cock until it was fully engorged. Holding his rod in my hand I rubbed his head up and down my slit. As I rubbed circles around my clit with it we both groaned with pleasure.

I was so intent on my pleasure that I momentarily forgot about my grandson. "Gamma, stop," he moaned. "I want to fuck you again."

"Of course, baby," I said and led him out of the pool and over to a pool chair. I had him lie down on his back and I straddled his cock before sinking my 55-year-old pussy on his pole. I breathed a sigh of contentment as I felt his cock fill my twat. I could get used to this. I lifted up and sank back down.

I ground my way around until my ass was facing him, his member twisting and thrusting against wet pussy walls. I leaned forward and began humping him hard. He was holding onto my hips for dear life, his hips thrusting up as mine came crashing down.

I moaned as an orgasm rose from in between my legs, and I rode the crest of the beast hard. I cried out as my grandson took me even higher, ramming his hard prod into me from behind, on my back with my legs over his shoulders, sitting up face to face and my pussy grinding circles around his rod.

While he was drilling me from behind for the third time I felt his shooter begin to pulse. He was about to blow. I spun around and took his cock in my mouth. He was momentarily surprised but he was soon grinning. I ran my tongue up and down his pole as my head bobbed up and down on him.

Soon his dick froze and twitched before pulsing gobs of his seed down my hungry throat. I swallowed it greedily. I gave his prick a kiss before standing. I suggested we take a shower and get ready to watch a movie. I took his hand in mine and led him back to the house.

I led him to my bathroom and we stepped into the shower. Soon hot water was raining down on us as we twisted together in our embrace, soapy hands roaming over each others body, our lips again fused together in a passionate kiss. His hands ran up and my body until settling on my heaving breasts.

My hands settled on his pink python. His lips briefly broke from mine. "Oh, Gamma," he moaned into my mouth. My hands slid up and down his shaft. He responded by pushing his crotch against mine. My knuckles were rubbing my clit as he ground against me, sending me on another trip on orgasm airways.

"Oh, Brandon, you make Gamma feel so good," I groaned. My knees collapsed and then my parted lips collapsed on my grandson's turgid member. I dug my hands into his butt and pulled his hips forward, so that I could every inch of him down my throat. My tongue swirled around his shaft.

I massaged his balls and then I was sucking them. I hummed while I deep-throated him. Fortunately, he was hung like his father. 

I slid a finger up his butt and massaged his prostate. He tensed up and soon his seed was shooting down my throat. I milked every last drop of cum, massaging his balls with one hand and running the other up and down his muscular legs.

His hands were clutching my wet hair. I rose to my feet, my hands running up his sides. He brought my lips to his and we kissed. We were on fire as we made out in the shower. His fingers were in my snatch, bringing me to new heights of pleasure.

I finally pushed Brandon away and suggested we get out of the shower, dry off and watch a movie. He readily agreed and before long we were in our robes in the family room, snuggling on the couch. I flipped on the TV and the DVD player and the movie started, an erotic thriller.

As the story went on Brandon's head ended up in my lap. I stroked his hair while my eyes took in the action on-screen. A man was kneeling between a woman's legs, his face buried in her mound. You couldn't see what he was doing but it was pretty obvious. 

The movie was making my nipples perk up. I brought one of Brandon's hands to my breast. His fingers instantly went to my gumdrop nips. He tugged on them before withdrawing his hand. He was parting my robe and then my legs.

He kissed his way up my inner thigh to bury his face in my snatch. His tongue licked my outer lips and wormed a couple of fingers inside me. They sawed in and out while he sucked on my clit. I couldn't take anymore. I had to feel my grandson's dick inside me.

As if he could read my mind, Brandon rose from kneeling to position me on my back, my spread legs in the air. He leaned in and buried his meat missile into my waiting silo. I wrapped my legs around his waist, took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply. "Mmmmm," I moaned into his mouth as he buried his root. All the way to the hilt.

I locked my legs around him to hold him there. I relished the feel of my grandson's phallus in my pussy. My heels dug into his buns of steel to urge him even deeper. He responded with a grunt and a thrust he ground into me even more. "Fuck me, Brandon," I breathed into his ear. "Fuck your Gamma."

Brandon grinned and buried his face in my neck as he buried his manhood in my pussy, stretching me in ways reminiscent of his father. The more we made love it became apparent his father passed on his talent to his son as well. My grandson was an excellent lover. What pushed our sex over the top was the love we shared, grandmother and grandson. I clutched him to me even more. 

Brandon responded by pumping his dick into me with more urgency. He was lifting my legs onto his shoulders and dicking me deeper. I'd lost count of the number of orgasms that have roiled through me but I still wanted more. I screamed as I came over and over.

As I came down from my last orgasm I moaned into his ear, "Love me from behind."

Brandon got up and I got on my hands and knees. I felt Brandon hunch over me and guide his shaft back into my kitty. He began pumping, my butt bucking back against him, the slap of our skin reverberating in the family room. A fitting name, I thought as my dear grandson rammed his meat in my hungry pussy and pulled my head back with a fistful of my graying dark blonde hair.

I let out a howl as I rode wave after seemingly endless orgasmic wave in every cell of my body. He took me to new heights of ecstasy, ramming me from behind up against the wall, his hands rubbing my breasts and squeezing my nipples..

And then he grunted, "Oh, Gamma, I'm going to cum,"

"Don't you dare cum in my pussy," I warned him. "I want to feel you cum in my mouth." I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around the head of his swollen member. I rolled his heavy balls (I really was going to have to thank his father for passing these on too) in my hands as I engulfed more of him in my mouth. "Mmm, I hummed, triggering an explosion of hot delicious cream in my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed every drop.



Gamma Gets Some Ch. 03



Believe me when I tell you, I screamed as an orgasm roiled through me like a hurricane when I came. And, oh baby, did I cum as I rode my grandson, every inch of my body shaking. Once my pussy released its death-grip on Brandon's rod, he resumed pumping upward. After my breathing got back to normal I breathed, "Cum for me, baby," into his ear. I reached behind and lightly squeezed his balls. I held my fingers to my nose and breathed in his musky manliness. I squeezed his balls again.

That lit his fuse and in seconds he was shooting his seed into me. And then he was up and running to the bathroom to empty his bladder. I got up and stretched. My muscles were a little sore. Brandon had really worked me out. Nothing a hot both couldn't fix, I mused, imagining the fun we could have. I waited for the sound of the toilet flushing and padded into the bathroom.

"I thought we could take a bath together," I offered.

"Sure, Gamma," Brandon agreed.

After I ran the water we stepped into the clawfoot tub I made Ted buy me when we moved into the house. We gingerly sank into the hot water. Brandon was in front of me, my breasts massaging his back. I grabbed a bar of soap and ran it all over Brandon's body, admiring his muscles, my soapy hands caressing every inch of him. 

I took his member in my hands and stroked it until he was hard. As I stroked him he lightly groaned and ground against me, his spine pressing my fingers against my joy buzzer, and waves of ecstasy washed over me. "Ah ah ah," I gasped.

"Oooh, Gamma, you are such a sexy bitch," Brandon moaned as he turned his head around to face me. His heavy-lidded eyes burned with lust. Did my grandson really call me a sexy bitch? He did. A surge of pleasure crackled through my core..

I stroked his rod faster and harder. Brandon's breathing was becoming shallow. And then his volcano erupted in my hand. I nibbled behind his ears as his body shuddered. "Oh, Gamma, Gamma," he moaned.

"My turn," I whispered into his ear, and we changed places. I shivered as I remembered the last time I had a man with me in the tub. Five years ago with Ted. Our sex life was great until Ted's bitchy cousin Cheryl showed up. I hated her. So Ted saw her behind my back. Not that I cared who he fucked, as long as he didn't try to hide it. 

But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the present. I guided Brandon's hand from my breast to my pussy. He took the hint and began playing my clitty like a fiddle. My grandson was fingering with a finesse he'd obviously picked up from his father. I wondered if he'd practiced on his mother. The thought sent shivers of unspeakable delight up and down my spine. My daughter was a MILF, all right. 

My hand covered his and soon water was splashing everywhere as our hands thrashed between my legs. "Come for me, Gamma," Brandon moaned into my ear, his tongue tracing wild designs.

My ear is one of my hot spots. As his tongue lashed my ear, a Big-O bomb exploded in my pussy, sending waves of ecstasy throughout my body. I rode wave after wave until eventually I slowed down an eternity later. I melted into Brandon's arms. 

Brandon nuzzled the crook between my neck and shoulder as he soaped me up. I loved the feel of his hands on my skin. After he'd cleaned me thoroughly, we lay there together. Ah, bliss! Eventually the water began to cool down, and then my tummy grumbled. I pulled the tub plug and we got out. Ted was not going to like the water bill.

While we toweled off I suggested we ride our dirt bikes through the trails and end up at the swimming pole and go for a swim. Brandon agreed. I had him feed the animals and get a couple of towels while I prepared breakfast. I cooked up eggs and hash. After all the sexercise of the last 24 hours, I was famished.

After breakfast Brandon went to get the dirt bikes ready while I brought the towels. Soon we were riding along trails my daddy made when he bought the property 60 years before. The hum of the bike's engine added to the humming in my pussy. She was purring like a kitten.

Finally we made it to the swimming hole. We owned the north bank, the state, the south. So, technically we were about to break the law. But the general public hardly ever trekked this far-east. We quickly stripped and jumped into the water. We splashed and horsed around. It felt good to get the kinks out of my body.

We wrestled until he had me pinned against a boulder. Our mouths fused together as we grappled. He got my knees open and shoved his meat into my snatch. He thrust against me and my hips rose up to meet him. But that rock wasn't exactly comfortable, so I suggested we resume our lovemaking on the towels. Brandon readily agreed.

I told Brandon, Gamma wanted him to take her from behind. I dropped to my hands and knees and Brandon squatted behind me. He teased the mouth of my hungry kitty with the tip of his rod. I pushed my tush back at him. My pussy ached to be filled. I couldn't take his teasing any more. "Fuck me," I moaned.

"What's the magic word, Gamma?" Brandon asked. Another trick he picked up from his father.

My pussy growled with hunger. "Please," I breathed. "Please fuck me." 

My grandson responded by pushing his prod into my hot pussy. He bottomed out with a grunt. He ground his hips against me clockwise, while I ground back counter-clockwise. The friction between us sent sparks shooting from my nerve endings. 

Brandon put more of his weight on me and I sank down until I was flat on my chest and belly. He continued pumping his rod into me, his hot breath in my ear. "Get ready to roll," he said and the next thing I knew, we'd rolled until I was on my back on top of him. His dick never slipped out of my snizz.

I lifted my hips up and down on his hard pole. His hips met my tush with an upwards buck. I pulled myself up. My hips rolled back and forth to build the coming wave before I bent over and spread my legs until I was straddling him. Brandon lifted me by my butt and let me sink down on him with a hiss. Right away my hips were humping up and down on his pole. 

And then Brandon was asking me to turn around. I did and leaned in to kiss him. Our mouths meshed together as I ground my pussy against my grandson's rod. His hands cupped my butt, pulling me against him. He thrust upward with such force that he rolled us until I was on my back. His rod never slipped out.



Gamma Gets Some Ch. 04



"Fuck me, you're good," I moaned into my grandson's ear. He just grinned as he pounded my pussy with his hard rod, igniting an unquenchable fire. I screamed out an orgasm. I'd lost track of how many times I'd cum. I dug my nails in his back and dug my heels in his butt. He responded by exploding a cream bomb in my pussy, sending me over the edge. Again.

I held Brandon as he lay on top of me, his hot breath on my ear. I stroked his hair. He ground his pelvis against me. His rod was still hard. We made love slowly, grinding languidly. As we kissed, our tongues danced a sensual tango. 

Brandon leaned up and began pumping into me at a faster pace. He was really putting his back into it. His eyes were shut tight and he was breathing hard. I stretched my legs wider and lifted my hips, and he drove into me even deeper. I was groaning like a horny puma.

I visualized his hard rod in my pussy. It's meaty stiffness, like a cream-filled salami. Suddenly I was hungry for Brandon's cream-filled salami. I pulled Brandon down to me. "I need to suck you off," I breathed into his ear. Brandon pulled out of me with a plop and lay on his back. My mouth sank on his rigid pole and I bobbed my head up and down, my fingers holding the base.

As my lips dragged up and down his member, Brandon clutched a handful of my hair. His body went stiff with a jerk. And then he was hosing the back of my throat with his seed. I clutched his butt in my hands and pulled him even farther down my throat.

After I'd swallowed all of Brandon's cum and spit-shined his rod we collapsed in a tangle of limbs. I was spent. I wanted to get home eat and take a nap. All this activity had stirred up a ferocious appetite. And I was a little tired. A nap would revive me.

I tossed him his clothes. Soon we were riding our bikes back home. 

I fixed us sandwiches, leftover potato salad and cantaloupe. I caught Brandon ogling my cantaloupes. I grinned. "Help me clean up and we can take a shower," I suggested. He readily agreed.

Thinking about the night ahead I shouted to him if he'd go out on a dinner-and-a-movie date with me? He thought it was a wonderful idea. It had been years since Ted and I last went out on a date. We used to go out dancing every weekend. Eventually we even stopped making love.

Things were going to change. What was good for the goose was good or the gander.

Minutes later we were naked in the shower, soapy water sluicing over every inch of skin. We kissed. We clutched one another. Brandon fingered me to nirvana. I jerked Brandon off twice in the steaming rain.

After we gout of the shower we tumbled into bed and continued our romp. I was in the mood to wrestle. I got Brandon in a headlock. "Eat mat, buddy boy!" I growled.

"Nevah!" he growled back. "I'm The Terminatah. Hasta la vista, baby." With that he broke out of the headlock and pinned me to the bed. "And now to seduce the females of the species, one woman at a time," he growled. He dove between my legs and went to town on my pussy.

My giggles turned into moans as he displayed amazing oral skills. His lips and his tongue were all over my pussy before he zeroed in on my clit. I rode wave after wave of pleasure. I writhed underneath his masterful mouth and clutched the bed sheets.

I was beginning to suspect my grandson was the virgin he'd claimed he was. 

When he began humming Happy Birthday, that set off a tsunami of ecstasy. I was no longer writhing on the bed, I was thrashing. It took Brandon all his strength to hold me down and keep eating me. It was intense. He had me coming and going. I alternately pushed him away and clutched him closer. 

When his tongue touched my anus I about jumped out of my skin. As he probed my butthole I experienced pleasure I'd not experienced in some time. My grandson had his father's adventurous spirit all right. I arched my back and screamed when he slid a finger up my pooper.

Soon Brandon had me on my back and his engorged rod in my pussy. He slowly sawed in and out while we stared into each other's eyes. My grandson's eyes burned with lust as he rocked and rolled on top of me. Soon he picked up the pace of his pumping and he was really straining with every thrust.

I raked my nails up his back and lit his cum cannon, jets of cream shooting in my pussy. And then he lay still on top of me. I stroked his hair and kissed his face. "Oh, Gamma," he sighed and rolled onto his back.

As his cum mixed with mine and slid down, the sheet beneath me became wet. I got up and put a towel over the wet spot and snuggled in Brandon's arms. My ear to his heartbeat, my fingers walked down to his flaccid pole. I dragged a finger up and down and popped it into my mouth, savoring the taste of our juices. 

"Mmmm," I moaned and moved my mouth south. I licked his lightning rod back to life before climbing on top of him. I didn't move. I just lay there, my head in the crook between his neck and his shoulder. He didn't move either. I was so comfortable and relaxed that I fell asleep in that position. 

When I woke up two hours later I was on my side. Brandon was still asleep. Poor baby, I wore him out. I sucked his cock-a-doodle-doo until it was standing at attention and again I climbed atop my grandson. He smiled up at me as I rode him. We made love slowly and gently this time around.

We took a quick shower and got dressed for dinner and dancing. I chose an Italian restaurant in Lincoln. We got there about 7:00 and were seated at a booth. Brandon recalled past soccer victories. While he talked, I was sidetracked by a fantasy involving my grandson, a bar of soap and me in the gym showers. 

After the waiter had served dessert, I slid a foot out of my pumps. I pointed to Brandon's dessert. "That looks yummy. What is it?" I asked and began sliding my foot up and down his leg.

Brandon appeared to be having problems speaking. And his face was red. He had difficulty eating, too.

As my foot massaged his leg, I was getting closer to his crotch with each stroke. His member was getting stiff, I could see by the way his pants tented. As my foot caressed his raging hard-on, he had to stifle a groan of pleasure. Several, in fact.

Suddenly we had to go. He held a napkin in front of his crotch and we paid and left. I drove us to the movie theater, my left hand on the wheel and my right hand stroking his engorged member. He white-knuckled the car seat as I traced figure eights on his dick.

I squeezed his cock before I pulled my hand away to turn into a parking space. The disappointed look on Brandon's face when he realized he wasn't going to get a blowjob in the car was priceless. What I had planned next would really get his motor revving.

We bought our tickets and found us a pair of seats in the back. It was warm so we took off our coats. I grabbed Brandon's wrist to pull his arm around my shoulders and I leaned in closer and began stroking circles on his inner thigh. He responded by shifting in his seat so that his crotch was practically in my hand. I gently squeezed his dick and it twitched in my hand. I grinned to myself.

I stroked his package through his pants while I watched the movie. It was a romantic thriller, I think. I honestly don't remember. I whispered to Brandon to drape his jacket over his lap. He grinned in response and laid his coat so that it covered my hand fishing for his hard dick.

I slowly stroked his john thomas up and down. After awhile his breathing became shallow and he leaned in to me. "I can't take it anymore, Gamma! Make me come!" he whispered urgently.

Fortunately for Brandon, I'd already seen this part of the movie, I think, and I was starting to get a little frisky myself. Brandon put his monster away and we left the theater. When we got inside the car, Brandon was all lips and roaming hands. I pushed him away. "Wait 'til we get home," I said, "then we'll tear it up."

Ted was home when we arrived. He looked anxious to tell me something. I had Brandon go to his room while his grandfather and I talked in the family room. As soon as his door closed Ted blurted out, "Cheryl and I are seeing each other. And I don't care if you don't like it."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't care if you see Cheryl or anyone else for that matter, as long as you don't try to hide it from me. We're adults. But that means I get to see who I want, too."

Ted was taken aback. "You don't care if I see Cheryl?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. Just don't bring her into my home."

Ted let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness," he said. "I thought this was going to turn into a big ugly fight and, frankly, I'm too tired. I just want to go to bed."

I held up a hand. "Not so fast. You lied to me. I can't just let it go. For lying I've decided you don't get to watch me fuck our grandson."

Ted winced. I knew he'd been looking forward to seeing us in action.

"I'm not ready to go to bed yet, so I'm going to watch some TV," I said and reached for the remote. Ted shuffled off to bed. I waited 10 minutes for him to go to sleep before tiptoeing to Brandon's room. He was watching TV and stroking his cock. He turned off the TV and dropped the remote on the carpet.

I pointed to his cock and asked, "May I?"

"What's the magic wo-ord?" Brandon asked in a singsong voice.

"Please may I suck and fuck you?" I replied, my voice breathy with need.

Brandon responded by scooting over on the double bed. I took my grandson's cock in my mouth and gave him the blowjob of his life. And then I fucked him six ways from Sunday. Brandon licked me from head to toe and screwed my brains out, sending me to orgasm heaven.

It's good to be Gamma.