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Generation of Tarts Ch. 03

By: Steviestud



Andy returned home from Jenny's house rather later than he thought he would. It was well past 6pm by the time he flopped down on the sofa, feeling a bit tired from the energy he had put into servicing his Gran that afternoon. He had come so much that his balls ached a little.

He had been worried than his Mum would already be home and then he'd have an embarrassing time lying to her about what he'd done that day. As it was she came in around half an hour later than him, so he had had an opportunity to get his story straight in his head. "Hi, Mum," he intoned cheerfully as she walked into the living room, dropped her shopping bags on the floor and slumped into the armchair, "Had a good day?"

His Mum was slow to reply and as Andy looked at her more closely he noticed the trace of red around her eyes, and a slight darkness to the lower lids. "Mum, have you been crying?"

"Oh, I'm just so stupid. I shouldn't let it upset me, but it has made me think about what I'm doing."

"What's happened, Mum?" Andy questioned, "I'm sure we can sort this out between us."

"Well, you know how enthusiastic I was this morning about updating my image by getting some new outfits. I think I went a bit too far in choosing to wear these jeans I borrowed from your sister's wardrobe. Teamed with this skimpy top, the biker jacket and the high heels, I look like a tart and someone told me as much."

"That's awful Mum. What happened?"

"I went to the mall and started looking in the shops that all the kids get their stuff from, you know – Topshop, New Look, Primark and the like. I saw this really slinky dress that I thought was great at the time, and went to the changing rooms to try it on. Just as I went in there were two women waiting for their daughters, who were also trying stuff on. As I walked passed I heard one whisper to the other that I looked like mutton dressed as lamb! Anyway, I tried the dress on and came out of the cubicle to look at myself in a larger mirror. I was turning one way and another, walking around so that I could see the dress from different angles, when I heard the two women talking about me again. One said, "She looks like a slut, doesn't she. Has she no sense of shame." I can tell you it really hurt me and I ran back into the changing room and ripped the dress off. I couldn't get out of the shop quickly enough."

"What were you wearing that so incensed them? Why don't you put it on and let me see what they were complaining about."

His Mum acquiesced and went to change. When she returned to the room Andy's eyes popped out on stalks and his mouth gaped open. She was wearing, or rather poured into what could only be considered 'clubwear'. It was an electric blue lycra dress which was so figure hugging Andy could see the swell of each individual arse cheek with a distinct cleft between. The dress was thigh skimming, at least six inches above the knee.. It had a high neck collar band with thin strips of material running down to support the bodice, similar in many ways to  suspenders. The bodice was cut to reveal her tits and a deep cleavage was exposed.

This was a dress with which it would be difficult to wear a bra. Andy was pretty sure that his Mum wasn't wearing one. In fact she didn't seem to be wearing panties either. The outfit was completed by skyscraper heeled court shoes.

Once Andy had regained a little composure he could not but help saying "Wow!" The word almost exploded out of his mouth before he had a chance to think about it. "You look amazing, so raunchy. God, you're getting me all worked up and horny"

"Stop it, Andy! Stop that now and be sensible. What do you really think of it?"

"Mum, you do look like a whore. Those ladies were right. You look a slut, but a fabulous sexy slut. What man wouldn't get the horn seeing you wearing that. But that's the problem, you can only wear that dress if you want to get fucked."

"Andy! Wash your mouth out if you're going to talk like that," his Mum responded with some force. "You don't like it then?"

"Like it .... I love it! But you can't wear it in public, you'll attract the wrong sort of man. Once you've got yourself a fella then you can wear it, but only in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. It's a lucky man that gets to see you wearing this dress, and I count myself in on that"

His Mum blushed and then smiled a little sly smile to herself. "I've been really foolish haven't I, thinking that I can relive my youth?"  

"I don't blame you for trying that, and I think you look fabulous in all the outfits you've been wearing recently. Very sexy. But that's the point, if you start wearing slutty dresses like that you'll attract men who are only interested in one thing, and it's not in having a long term loving relationship with you. You need to get yourself outfits that are more classy and stylish if you want to get a kind, loving guy. They can still be sexy in a restrained sort of way, but definitely not raunchy like this dress. Alternatively you could wear this sort of outfit around the house, I certainly won't complain."

"Oh, Andy, you're so thoughtful in looking out for me, thank you. You're probably right. I'll take this dress back to the shop tomorrow."

"No, don't do that!" Andy panicked, "Keep it to wear around the house; it might lead you to the bedroom one day in the future."

His Mum blushed again. She wasn't exactly sure what Andy was implying, but decided to be charitable and assume Andy was talking about a time when she had got herself a boyfriend. When his mother went upstairs to change, Andy had an opportunity to rub his cock through his trousers. She might be his Mum but dressed in that outfit she looked so raunchy that Andy had visions of fucking her. If he could fuck his Gran, why shouldn't he fuck his Mum as well.

His Mum came down a little later, more soberly dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, ready to cook the evening meal. Andy thought he'd better help her out, and doing so gave him the opportunity to get up close to her in the confined space of the kitchen. He was able to admire at close quarters the swell of her hips, arse and tits. She had a great figure for a woman of her age, Andy decided. Yes, he would definitely fuck her if the opportunity ever arose, not that it was ever going to happen. Andy didn't see any harm in dreaming though. As he stared at her rear while she was preparing the meal it was all he could do to stop himself rubbing his hard cock up against her arse cheks as he squeezed passed to get to one of the kitchen cabinets. Later that evening he found himself once again fantasising about his Mother, and in the safety of his bedroom he was able to stroke his ample cock in a lazy, gentle fashion until the point at which his urges bubbled over and he shot a load over his toned stomach.

These thoughts and actions inevitably led him to want to see Jenny again and carry out the act of copulation for real, so he phoned her and arranged to go over to her house the following evening.

 When he arrived and rang the doorbell, Jenny came to the door dressed in a blue, silky, shorty wrap, which finished three or four inches above the knee. She was wearing black hosiery and black high heeled patent leather shoe-boots, the heel being about as high as she could probably manage – just over three inches. As she let him in she stood slightly to one side and as he passed she fondled his bulging crutch and said in a sultry voice, designed to sound sexy, "Hello, Big Boy, what have you brought for me here?"

Andy waited until she had closed the door, pulled her into his arms, kissed her forcefully and whispered in her ear, "The biggest cock you've ever seen, think you can handle it?"

Jenny giggled and replied, "Handle it, swallow it and wrap it in the warmth of my pussy. How does that sound?"

Andy's response was to take her by the hand, and lead her almost forcefully up the stairs to the bedroom. Once there he pushed her gently onto the bed and lowered himself on top of her, pinioning her arms to the duvet as he did so. Their mouths met again and they kissed, kissed with all the fervour they could muster. Their tongues lashed against each other for a few seconds before Andy withdrew his and nibbled and sucked Jenny's plump lips. Distracted for a few moment, Andy loosened his grip on Jenny's wrist, and Jenny took the opportunity to turn the tables, rolling them both until she was on top.

She now took the lead in their passion, kissing Andy madly, her mouth wandering all over Andy's cheeks, chin and throat. Andy's chin was ultra sensitive to the nibbling and licking action Jenny was using. And he moved to lever Jenny up off him. Jenny accepted this as a cue to move on and she proceeded to unbutton Andy's shirt, almost ripping the last few buttons apart in her haste to run her hands over Andy's torso. She revelled in the gentle swell of his abs, fluttering her hands on his skin as she went. Andy needed to wallow in running his hands over Jenny's body, especially her magnificent tits and reached out to pull open Jenny's wrap, but she was to quick for him, knocking his hands away and pulling the wrap tightly together.

She rolled away ond of the bed, jumping to a standing position in a more sprightly fashion than most women of her age, her keep fit regime showing itself. She made sure the wrap was covering her torso, and turned to Andy demanding "Stand up!". As he did so she ordered "Now strip!".Her voice was firm and its tone was clear – she was firmly in control, and she must be obeyed. Andy hadn't see this side of Jenny before, she had always been so gentle and loving. Andy noticed that a smile kept crossing Jenny's face, she was enjoying this. It was a game, a game in which he had to be submissive, but why? Was the clue under her wrap? Was she wearing something that Jenny felt gave her power?

Andy proceeded to undress as quickly as he could, and as he did so he felt his cock swelling and twitching in response to the expectation of what he hoped would be coming next. "Now sit!" Andy looked around, there was no chair, so he sat on he corner of the bed and looked towards Jenny in expectation. Jenny had moved back a few steps into an open space in front of the dressing table, where she commenced to silently dance, gyrating her hips, alternately thrusting them forward snd then turning to bend over and push her backside in the general direction of Andy and pulling the blue silk of the wrap taut to stretch across the cheeks of her bum. The site was intoxicating to Andy. He licked his lips and bent forward, stretching his arm out ready to run his hand over Jenny's silk clad buttocks, but Jenny caught sight of this out of the corner of her eye and batted Andy's hand away, crying "Naughty! Naughty boy!" laughing as she said it.

The time had come for Jenny to get to the climax of her little show. She turned towards Andy, still gyrating her body, undid the tie of the wrap and let the silky garment fall to the floor. Andy gasped. The sight in front of him was a wonder to behold. Jenny was wearing a corset! An old one admittedly, in a blue lacy fabric, which lacked the sensuality of modern fabrics. Still it was a corset, a garment that had Andy's mind turning cartwheels, after all he had never come across one in the flesh before, at least not one lovingly encasing an exquisite female form. Lingerie hanging on the racks in the department store, and even the photos of 'Dolores' in his magazine didn't count, and anyway paled into insignificance in comparison to the exotic sight of Jenny gyrating in front of him.

The corset cinched in her waist and pushed out her tits. A series of wide and sturdy suspenders held up sheer black stockings. The outfit was completed by black patent court shoes with a high heel, higher than Jenny had previously worn, she was clearly doing her best to fit in with the photos of 'Dolores' that Andy had previously shown her. The entire ensemble had a rather retro effect to it, Andy imaged it would have been entirely at home in the '60s and '70s. At least the panties were clearly new. They were blue lace thongs that were cut so narrowly they had difficulty containing Jenny's ample pussy lips. As Jenny continued to dance in front of him Andy noted that the thong had disappeared into the deep cleft between the cheeks of her arse.

Andy's cock was rock hard and throbbing. It was aching to be wanked, and Andy could not help himself. He clasped his shaft in his fist and started to rub up and down. He knew he shouldn't, that it would shorten his capacity to withstand Jenny's own efforts when she came to suck and fuck him, but he couldn't help it.

Jenny hunched her shoulders and slipped off the straps to the corset. With a little effort and by pulling down the bra cups she slipped her arms free. That allowed her to then lift her tits one by one and fold back the bra cup so that they hung loose. And hang they did, down over the top of the corset by at least three inches, the weight of their fleshy contents pulling them down, such that they appeared as half filled bags. Andy's dick throbbed and throbbed again, almost every time that Jenny jiggled to make her tits sway about. The movement became more exaggerated as she bent forward so that they hung free of her torso. Andy was in heaven, his eyes dancing from one tit to the other. The sight was as if 'Dolores' had come to life. He hadn't realised quite how turned on he was by the time-worn bodies of mature, almost elderly, women. He sat mesmerised by the half filled sacks in front of him and stared at the stretch marks running from Jenny's ribs down towards her nipples.

As Jenny swung her tits tantalisingly in front of him, Andy snapped out of his revery and reached out to grab them. Jenny giggled and jiggled a little more, so as to make his task more difficult. But Andy soon had his hands cupped around them, and stroked along their undersides where they hung against Jenny's chest wall, down towards the nipples. He shuddered in ecstasy as he did so, moaning softly to himself, "Mmm, so soft and silky" and then more directly to Jenny, "You have the most fabulous boobs, I want to stroke them forever."

It was almost as if if he was milking a cow's udders, but there was something very erotic about the light stroking action he was using. His cock continued to throb, and the pressure of his spunk as it built up was a delicious agony.

Andy took a slightly firmer hold on the milk jugs and pulled towards him. He lifted one tit and took it into his mouth. He licked his tongue around the nipple and started to suck it gently. Now it was Jenny's turn to shiver in anticipation of the copulation to come. Andy wanted more. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go, until his jaws ached, and sucked gently to pull the soft, pliable sack into his mouth. The one advantage of an old woman's tit, he decided was that their semi-emptiness allowed their shape to be easily distorted, and Andy's sucking action turned the sack into more of a sausage shape, so that it started to slip further and further into his mouth. He loved the sensation of her nipple sliding along his tongue. He hoped to get a lot of Jenny's boob into his mouth, but his mouth wasn't quite as big as he'd imagined.

After a few seconds his jaws ached so much. He gagged slightly, so that he had to pull back allowing the succulent flesh to slide out of his mouth. Copious amount of saliva glistened on Jenny's skin, and some of it slid down the sensuous curves to the nipple where it dripped off,  landing on his thigh. Andy took hold of the half empty sack and used the remaining saliva to slide his hand along the underside almost as if he was masturbating Jenny's tit.

He continued to massage Jenny's fruits and leant back slightly as Jenny grasped his pulsating cock. The sensation led him to immediately let out a gasp. He realised his pole was on fire and Jenny's hands were cooler, giving the sensation of ice being applied. "Oh! Jenny, do me, make me come, it's not fair to torture me."

Jenny laughed softly and proceeded to run her clasped hand up and down his shaft, pulling the foreskin backwards as she went. "How do you want it big boy? In my mouth, or my pussy?" she whispered.

Andy did not stop to ponder the question, he was too far gone to make a rational decision. "Anywhere," he gasped, "Just make me come."

Jenny giggled and chuckled, "So I'm in charge again am I? Lay back then." As she said this she pushed against his chest quite firmly, and Andy involuntarily fell back on the bedclothes, his body sliding forward until the cheeks of his arse were only just supported on the corner of the mattress.

Jenny bent forward and lapped her tongue around the head of his shaft. Andy let out another involuntary sigh, "Yesss, ohh that's it, don't stop, will you?" Jenny bent a little lower and began to nibble the side of his cock, running down from his helmet towards its base. When she got there, Andy felt her hot breath on his balls and wondered if she was going to suck them, but the nibbling was replaced by her wet tongue as she lapped all the way back up to the head again.

Andy heard an audible sigh as Jenny took in a gulp of air. He wondered what that was all about, but quickly realised the reason, for her mouth proceeded to envelop his helmet and he felt her tongue tickling his glans. Andy looked forward in anticipation of the wonderful blow job he was now expecting to get. Jenny's lips gradually slipped down his shaft slowly but surely, however at between seven and eight inches in length his manhood was too big for her, and halfway down she gagged, pulling back a little. The reflex action had caused her saliva glands to work overtime and bubbly streams of the stuff ran down his shaft. Now certain of her limitations, Jenny commenced to bob up and down, her lips making tight contact with his prick. Each time she slid down his cock, her tits slithered across his thighs, the firmly erect nipples giving the sensation of a finger being run across the skin. Andy was so enraptured that he called out, "Oh, Gran, I just love your tits," forgetting in the heat of the moment to call her by name, as they had agreed.

More saliva was leaking out from the seal between her lips and his tool now and plastered the lower regions of his cock. Andy was in seventh heaven, sighing and gasping, "Mmm, you sure know how to do this, don't you! You must be the best cock-sucking granny in the area," he chuckled.

Just then. Jenny straightened up, spitting a large globule of spit on his helmet as she went. Andy assumed he had done something wrong, and was about to apologise for his remark when Jenny moved forward and straddled him. She shuffled her feet a little and wiggled her hips while straightening her back. Unbeknown to Andy she was getting in just the right position to take his manhood into her cunt.

Grasping his prick firmly she ran it backwards and forwards across her fanny lips, pressing down slightly as she did so. Her lips were dangly and floppy, and she needed them to separate each side of Andy's cock. When with the additional lubrication of the saliva they did so, she started to feed it into her pussy, squatting slightly lower all the time. Her tunnel was sufficiently loose to accommodate Andy's girth as she went, and only once did she have to bob back up a little to make herself comfortable. Soon she had the entire length of Andy's rod stuffed inside her, and her arse cheeks perched on Andy's thighs. "Mmm, that's wonderful," she sighed, "I feel so full. I've never had such a big tool in my life, your Grandad was much shorter. I'm glad I'm just the right length for you. I can feel your cock tickling the entrance to my womb."

Andy was a bit disconcerted by the language Jenny had used. Although he had just inadvertently called Jenny 'Gran', to hear her talk about Grandad upset him a little, and brought sharply home what it was exactly that he and Jenny were up to. He'd have to have a talk with her about that, but that had to come later. Now he had an urgent desire to come, so he started to bounce Jenny up and down with his thighs.


Generation of Tarts Ch. 03



As she responded and multiplied the motion, he cradled her buttocks, and pushing up slid Jenny almost to the top of his rod. Just as he felt cool air on his glans he released the pressure in his arms and Jenny slid all the way down again, enveloping him to his balls. They rose and fell several times synchronising their rhythm, and when Jenny had got the measure of it she put her hands on Andy's shoulders to support and steady herself, and took control once again, suggesting to him, " Let me do this, Andy. You just relax and enjoy it."  Andy immediately let her slide down his shaft, and moved his hands to fondle her tits, which were flopping around immediately in front of his hungry eyes.

"I don't..... uhhh!.... need you to..... aahhh!..... tell me that," he gasped, "I'm enjoying myself ...... unghh! .... too much! I don't think I can last ....." and with that he lost control altogether. The dam had burst! He grunted, shuddered and groaned as his cock pulsated, spewing out his jism in violent belches, into the depths of Jenny's beautiful cavern. "Ohhh fuck, fuck, fuck," he almost screamed as his body convulsed with the torrid force of his ejaculation.

Jenny sighed and speaking through gritted teeth said, "You've come too soon, you naughty boy," in a mocking manner which was only half meant. "Don't you dare go limp on me now, Andy. Let me fuck your cock like this some more, I don't think it'll be long before I come."

Andy maintained his position, but returned his hands to support her buttocks as she bounced up and down on his still solid tool. By moving his hand a little he was able to position a finger at the entrance to her suppurating pussy, and as Jenny rose he positioned the finger alongside his cock so that on the downward cycle it entered the lower regions of her wet hole, increasing the girth of his manhood. Andy was able to wiggle the finger a little to tickle the side of her love tunnel.

"Ahhh, oh my god, what are you doing?" Jenny managed to gasp out hoarsely, between elongated sighs and sobs as she revelled in the ecstatic torture that she was enduring. "I must come soon, I feel as though my insides are about to explo ..... ode" With that Jenny shuddered and her sighs turned almost to a low pitched scream as her climax ripped through her. She shivered and shook. Muscles throughout her body relaxed and would no longer hold her weight. Her pussy slammed down onto Andy's balls as her legs gave way under her and she fell forward pushing Andy back down onto the bed, Andy immediately put his arms around her and hugged her close. He could feel the shudders as the waves of her climax continued and lessened in severity.

When it was over Jenny raised her head weakly from his shoulder and looking him straight in the eye, kissed him. Andy responded by hugging her tighter still and kissing her face, eyelids, nose – anywhere on her face that he could get to. "Thank you," he whispered, "you're just so damn sexy you give me the best feeling ever. I've never cum so much and so forcibly as I have with you. You must be the best fucking granny ever!"

Jenny laughed wearily, and suggested that they get under the bedcovers. Once there they cuddled, limbs entwined and after their exertions started to drift off to sleep. Jenny kissed Andy on the cheek and her last words before she slipped away into the arms of the Sandman were " I can see I'm going to have to get some more corsets and even higher heels if I'm to keep you satisfied. I'll be your own personal 'Dolores'!" Andy chuckled, and thought to himself that he had indeed turned Jenny into the tart he wanted. As he in turn succumbed to the fuzzyness of dozing off his thoughts turned to his Mother. Was she turning into a tart too? Her recent dress sense seemed to indicate that. Andy smiled to himself and dreamily fantasised about running his hands over her perfect body while she was wearing that slutty blue dress. His cock twitched in response as he fell asleep.



Generation of Tarts Ch. 04



Apologies for the very long hiatus on this story, over a year from the last chapter. I've been too busy enjoying reading the great stories on the Literotica website! I'll try and get the fifth and final chapter completed soon.As it has been so long since the last chapter you might want to start reading the whole story again from the start.

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Andy knocked on the door to Jenny's house just as the sun was going down, its low rays falling over his shoulders onto the front door. The sun illuminated the interior of the hall as the door was slowly opened. Jenny's head popped around the edge of the door, her smilmg face welcoming him, but he couldn't work out why she was hiding herself behind the door. He stepped inside and turned around to face his former granny, now his lover. Jenny slammed the door shut with her backside assisted by her hands which stretched out behind her.

Andy could immediately see why she had acted so strangely, keeping out of sight of the neighbours yet not wanting to turn her back on him. Andy's mouth fell open, his jaw dropping. His cock was already springmg to attention in appreciation at what he saw and in anticipation of what was yet to surely come. Andy's smile broadened into a lusty grin and he let out his breath in a low whistle. "Wow." there was no other possible response to the sight he saw before him, "Wow, you look amazing. So raunchy. You're the slut of my dreams."

"I thought you'd like it, you naughty boy. That's why I saved it."

Andy became confused, he didn't understand what she meant or why she even had it.

For Jenny was wearing THAT dress.

That BLUE dress.

That SLUTTY blue dress.

His MOTHER'S slutty blue dress.

He couldn't believe it. How did she get it? Half of him couldn't even be bothered to work out how she had got it, for she looked so AMAZING to him. She looked as good as his mother had when she had worn it to show him why the women in the shop had called her a slut when she had tried it on before buying it. He had only seen his mother in it for a couple of minutes, but it gradually dawned on him that he would be seeing Jenny in it all evening, and his mind raced with thoughts of what he would do to her while she was wearing it. For he knew that whatever happened he didn't want her to take it off. He would fuck her while she was wearing it!

Jenny spoke softly, " Your mother sent around a bag of clothes for the church bazaar and when I rummaged through it I found this dress. I couldn't resist keeping it. I can't quite work out why she would have a dress this slutty, but it's just right for us. Do you like it? Am I slutty enough for you?"

Andy couldn't believe how sluttily stunning Jenny looked in the dress. It clung to her body like a second skin. It was a bit tight over her hips, but who cared, it did little to hide her curves. She wore silver high heeled strappy sandals which finished with a tight two inch wide cuff above the ankle. The heel was a narrow stiletto. Jenny had obviously been in training because she was now able to wear a four inch heel with ease. The effect of the shoes, making her walk on tiptoes, changed her balance and her backside stuck out beyond her straight back in an effort to maintain a safe centre of gravity.

But what Andy found the most enthralling was the way her breasts filled out the dress, stretching the shiny lycra material taught. The wonderful under-curve of those fantastic orbs was clearly delineated, and her boobs spilled over the top of the bodice constrained in places by the straps which ran up to the collar. The straps were clearly at full stretch trying to hold her tits in place. Most wonderful of all was that Jenny was not wearing a bra and her hardening nipples stretched the fabric still further, creating a little tent.

Andy having spent an age taking in all the wonderful things he saw was finally able to speak but was only able to repeat what he'd said earlier, "Wow, you look amazing! ..... You've turned into the slut I always wanted you to be."

Jenny giggled and whispered breathlessly "How slutty do you think I can be?! Do you want me to show you?"

"God, I wish you would." Andy replied, His tongue hanging out.

Jenny turned her back to Andy and walked across to the sofa, rolling her hips in an exaggerated sway. There she knelt on all fours on the sofa, wiggled her arse, turned her head towards him and suggested, "Well, come here and fuck me then!"

Andy immediately bent down to untie his shoelaces and kick off his shoes, then hurriedly unbuckling the belt of his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them in double quick time. In his haste to drop his trousers and pants and kick them away he almost fell over, but regained his balance by leaning on a cupboard. Andy almost sprinted across the room to his sexy Gran's delectable rear end, His cock rising to full stiffness as he went.

Crouching down on the sofa had caused the short dress, already straining to cover her thighs and arse, to ride up over her hips, exposing the tiny blue thong she was wearing to Andy's gaze. Not wishing to waste time, Andy pulled the narrow and flimsy material to one side revealing her swollen pussy lips. Bending at the knees sightly to match the height of his tool to her pussy,Andy aligned his cock and pushed forward so that the head slipped between Jenny's sopping wet lips.

Jenny giggled and waggled her arse again, encouraging him to push deeper. "Come on, big boy, fill me up!" she demanded.

Andy was more than happy to comply with that randy request, pushing forward slowly, then easing back a little, before rocking his hips forward to slide in deeper. Jenny was so wet and open that in a couple of strokes he was buried deep inside her. He continued with regular thrusts pulling out each time to the point at which only his helmet was in Jenny's pussy, enjoying the sensation as his cock cooled slightly with the evaporation of Jenny's juices. After a few more strokes the pressure in his cock began to build. He threw his head back, closed his eyes and increased the speed of his thrusts.

Jenny responded by pushing back against each of his thrusts until the end of his prick was tickling her cervix on each thrust. Jenny began to build towards her climax and started to moan and whimper as each thrust buried Andy deep inside her. Andy began to pant in short staccato breaths as his come built up the pressure in his cock, pushing its way to its ultimate release in Jenny's pussy.

As the pressure became unbearable Andy threw hs head back once more, let out a laboured cry and shot his load, spraying several jets of white hot jism into the heart of Jenny's womanhood. The sudden change of temperature, combined with the sensation of the spurts hammering into the soft folds of flesh around her cervix caused Jenny to boil over and she in turn came, her body racking with uncontrollable convulsions. Her muscles gave up their support to her body, and she collapsed in a heap on the sofa, Andy falling on top of her.

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Andy's mum watched from a window as her son and mother fucked. She was part disgusted, part jealous, and also turned on by what she saw. She wanted to push her hand inside her panties, to rub her clit as she watched the raunchy scene being acted out before her, but was unable to do so because of her precarious position on the pile of logs outside the high level window.

Michelle, Andy's mum (or Micky to friends and family) had, over the last week, become almost sure that there was something going on between Andy and her mother. They had always seemed to be out on some engagement with friends at the same time. Michelle had become so suspicious that she had 'happened' to drop into the pub at a time when Andy had said he was meeting his mates for a pint. She had managed to enter the bar area without being seen by Andy's friends, but could not see Andy. Similarly when Michelle had parked outside the local village hall on Bridge Night her mother had not turned up despite clearly telling Michelle where she was going.

The next step was to try and catch Andy and her mother together. On an evening when Andy and Jenny supposedly had social engagements, she had made the excuse of needing to go to the local supermarket to get something she had run out of, and left the house. Instead of driving to the supermarket she parked in a street close to her mothers house and walked around the corner to a position where she could see the front of Jenny's house. Skulking in some bushes and wearing dark clothes she had lain in wait. It was a gloomy night with light rain falling and that assisted in reducing the visibility of any one who might pass by. Sure enouigh after a while she saw Andy's wreck of a car drive by and park further up the street. He got out and hurried back to Jenny's house, ringing the doorbell. The door was immediately opened and Andy rushed inside. Micky was now very sure that there was something going on between the two of them.

Micky next had to work out how she could get to see what they were up to. She struggled to come up with a viable solution for several days, until she suddenly realised that her mother's living room had both a large window onto the garden and a high level slot window on the side elevation. While her mother would surely draw the curtains to the main window, the high level window did not have a curtain at all since there were no privacy issues. Micky knew that there was only a narrow area between the side of the house and the high boundary fence, and this area was where the dustbins and other unsightly garden paraphanalia was kept, including the stack of logs that Jenny kept for the open fires that she so loved on cold winter evenings. And those logs were stacked directly below the high level window! She just had to hope that her mother would bring Andy into the living room first rather than go directly to the bedroom upstairs.

So that is how Micky found herself, clad in an old tracksuit and trainers, wobbling precariously on top of the pile of logs, clutching the window cill to maintain her balance and trying to keep away from the window glass while she watched Andy fuck her Mum. She initially watched in horror but gradually that horror turned to fascination as Andy continued to pound Jenny's pussy, his balls slapping her backside with every stroke. She watched mesmerised until the point at which they collapsed in a heap of limbs on the sofa.

She realised at that point that they would soon become aware of their surroundings and might look towards the high level window. So she quickly jumped down from the log pile, dislodging a couple of the logs as she did so. The logs crashed onto the paving with a thud and rolled several feet before coming to a stop.

Micky was furious with herself. How could she have been so stupid, Andy or Jenny would surely have heard the noise. She crept swiftly to the corner of the house expecting the door to open at any moment. She dare not cross the front garden until she was sure that the coast was clear. Thankfully the door didn't open, either they hadn't heard or assumed that it was foxes on their nighttime prowls.

After a couple of minutes she felt safe in running across the garden and out into the street where she slowed down to walking pace and innocently ambled back to her car. She did not want anyone reporting suspicious behaviour to the police.

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Micky took the opportunity to visit her mother the next day with the idea of confronting her about her relationship with Andy. It wasn't going to be easy to raise such a delicate subject. She didn't want to go in all guns blazing. She still loved her mother, even though she was angry with her. What troubled her was not so much that she was angry but the nature of that anger. Was she angry because her mother was having a 'relatiopnship' with her son or was she angry because she felt that if anyone in the family was going to fuck with Andy it should be her. She stopped and gasped at the fact that such a thought had even entered her head. Was that true? Was she jealous of her mother? She put that thought to one side, she needed to deal with her mother first.

Micky made the pretense of having just dropped around to see her mother for a chat. Jenny was delighted to see Micky and soon was relaxed in conversation while Micky seemed to Jenny to be a bit distracted. The truth was that Micky was still struggling to come up with a strategy for raising the subject of Andy. As it turned out the subject was forced out of her. During their small talk Jenny suddenly enquired quite firmly "Micky, what's the matter? You seem very distracted."

After a long pause Micky decided she had to bite the bullet. With a sigh Micky started speaking, hesitantly at first but then growing in confidence. "Well Mum, it's because of what I discovered yesterday ..... about you and Andy."

Jenny went white. After a few moments she replied "What about me and Andy?", her tremulous voice betraying the internal turmoil she felt.

"You and Andy are having a relationship." Micky managed to maintain a calm tone to her voice.

"Well of course we are, he's my grandson." Jenny responded.

"No, I mean a very close relationship, an intimate relationship." Micky was getting into her stride now. "You're having a sexual relationship."

"What are you talking about." Jenny started, but Micky cut her off. "Don't try to deny it Mum, I saw you last night. I was watching through that window." she shouted, pointing her index finger at the high level window. "I've suspected something odd was going on for about a week now, and last night I found out just how odd it was. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

Jenny let out a long, drawn out sigh. "I can see there's no point in denying it. Yes, I have been playing around with Andy." She couldn't bring herself to use a stronger word that more correctly described what they had been up to.

"I'm not proud of it."

"The first time it happened by accident. We sort of got passionate and in the end I sucked Andy off. I bitterly regretted it, but both Andy and I were unable to see it as an aberration to be forgotten, to be swept under the carpet. We both couldn't let it go, We both wanted to go further. So, yes eventually he did fuck me." There, now she had used the word. She actually felt better for saying it, it gave her strength and she felt she would be able to challenge Micky's view of the affair.

"I know we shouldn't have done it," Jenny continued.

You're damn right you shouldn't have," Micky interjected. "You do realise it's illegal. What the hell were you playing at?"

"Umm....." Jenny wasn't sure how to handle this, to tell Micky what a hunk Andy was. She deliberated for a while and then thought she might as well be totally open. She'd been caught red handed, with her hand in the cookie jar, as it were. Or more properly Andy's tool was in the cookie jar, or should that be the honey pot!

"Thing is, I suddenly saw Andy for what he is, a hunky young guy. I saw him as a man, not as my grandson. He's grown up and I don't think I should treat him like a child any more. And neither should you."

Micky sat back and tried to take in what her mother was saying. Jenny used the pause to try and explain why things had developed the way they did that first time.

" When I opened the door to Andy that day the first thing I noticed was how well developed he was. Muscular I mean. He really filled out his t-shirt and his arms looked so powerful. I started to look at him in a new light."

"As my eyes ran over his body I couldn't help noticing how well developed he was in another area. Micky, you should have seen his erection. There was a big bulge in his shorts. Theywere such tiny shorts that it was almost im[possible to avoid seeing it. It was almost as if a snake was trapped in there trying to escape. I was mesmerised. I couldn't help staring at it."

"I was wearing a new dress I had just been trying on. It was the day I'd had my hair restyled. Andy offered me some compliments. Not vague, polite ones, but sincere ones. He meant what he was saying - something about how gorgeous and sexy I looked. That tipped me over the edge. Here was a gorgeous, fit young guy telling me, in as many words, that he fancied me. That doesn't happen to a woman my age every day. I suddenly felt wet, you know .... down there ...... and my heart began to beat faster."

"Andy and I seemed to instinctively move closer to each other, and then all of a sudden we were in each others arms, kissing passionately. It was wonderful. I can't tell you how good I felt at that moment. I would have done anything that Andy asked of me, but Andy was too content just being in my arms. So I took the initiative. That's when it happened .... I mean when I unzipped him and pulled out that wonderful cock of his. Micky, you must have seen it at some point. It's so long and chunky. Just made to fill a girl's pussy."

Micky had been trying to assimilate all this information while also thinking about how she felt about Andy. She lay back in her chair quietly contemplating, but Jenny's last comment jerked her out of her turpor.

"Mum, how could you, that's disgusintg"

"Micky, I think it's high time you stopped thinking of Andy as your little boy and looked at him as a young man. You've got to agree that he's a fine specimen of the male race. I'm still trying to work out why he'd rather be with me than with some nubile young girl. I'm so lucky he's got this thing about older woman and chose me. You do know about his little peccadillos, don't you? I'm sure you must have found his little stash of magazines -- all Milfs and grannies. He's a real traditional man, he loves stockings, suspenders and high heels. Oh, and corsets of course."

Micky's mouth had fallen open in surprise at this information because she had never found Andy's top shelf magazines. She hadn't known anything that her mother was telling her. She started to imagine her mother in a corset being fucked by Andy. It surprised her to find that it turned her on. Her pussy started to get wet and itch, and her nipples tingled. She wanted to rub herself but she couldn't do it in front of her mother.

"Micky, think hard about Andy. You've got to agree he's a bit of a hunk, surely? That muscular chest, his biceps .... he's fit, always off to the gym. Believe me he's the same all over! And those piercing blue eyes and mop of blonde hair. You can't tell me you've never thought of him as a sexy young man ...... " Her voice trailed off and she waited for some sort of response from Micky.

There was a long pause, an awfully long pause before Micky answered.

"Ummm .... well I suppose I might have." She mused and recalled events that had happened over the last month or so. "I did meet him when he was coming down the stairs recently. I was at the bottom of the stairs and when he stopped coming down his .... ermm ... cock was at my eye level."

"And what did you think?" Jenny interjected.

"It .... it was .... well it was ..... or seemed huge. It was erect and trying to escape from the tiny denim shorts he was wearing."

"OK, that's what you saw but how did it make you feel? Were you interested? Excited? Disgusted?"

"I tried not to stare, but I was mesmerised for a few seconds. I don't know if Andy noticed."

" And what happened afterwards? Did you think about it?"

" I tried not to, but the image kept popping up in my brain. I couldn't help myself."

"So did you do anything about those thoughts?"

"If you mean did I masturbate, no I didn't but it did make me squiggy inside .... and .... made my pussy wet."

"So you were sexually attracted! Anything else?"

"Oh .... I did ...... well I tried to dress sexily on a couple of occasions to see his reaction. Nothing overt. I just wore a sharp suit or a fitted skirt as part of my office clothes. Oh, and some high heels."




Generation of Tarts Ch. 04



"Mmmm, Andy would have liked that, it fits in with his sexy mature woman interests. Was he interested?"

"Umm, well one morning I did see that he had a big bulge in those tiny shorts he wears." She smiled at the thought but then thought she ought to be more severe and detached. Unfortunately her mother had seen the short lived smile which had played across her mouth.

"Seems to me, Micky, that you do fancy him. Would you like him to fuck you?"

"Mother!"

"Well he's fucking me, so he's likely to be interested in fucking you as well."

"You seem to think it's so easy. He's my son, for goodness sake!"

"I notice you haven't denied that you'd like him to fuck you."

"Mum, stop messing with my brain. OK, I'll admit that he's a handsome lad, and in other circumstances I wouldn't say no, but it's not that easy, is it!"

"Perhaps you just need time to think about it, to get used to the idea. Never say never."

"Mother, you're acting like a slut. Or maybe a Madam in a brothel, trying to procure men for sex. I think we'd better finish this conversation now. It's difficult enough to come to terms with the fact that you and Andy are ..... well, you know what I mean, without trying to bring me into the picture."

"All I'm suggesting is that you think about it. Why else did you buy that slutty blue dress? Good choice by the way. Andy couldn't get enough of me last night when I was wearing it. Tell me that you weren't thinking of Andy when you bought it and weren't trying to arouse him when you pranced about in front of him. Andy told me what happened, you know."

"Well ..... ummm ..... I," but Micky was unable to deny it.