0 comments/ 51898 views/ 29 favorites Gran Meets My Needs By: nectar76 Grandma's Dream -The Dare Talking to his mother on the phone Simon told her, 'I'm staying at Gran's tonight.' 'You know your father is away?' 'Oh, I'd forgotten,' Simon lied, 'and now I've promised.' 'I only thought, you know, it was a good opportunity to have some quality time together,' a pause waiting for him to answer, change his mind. 'A bit late now,' and telling the truth about the last few hours, 'she's not been feeling herself,' added for effect, 'she's a bit lonely.' 'Okay, suit yourself,' her tone hardening immediately, 'if that's how you feel.' 'Mum, help me here,' looking across at his grandmother, 'I've promised now.' 'I said okay; forget it.' 'Don't be like that, please,' desperate not to loose the bonhomie they had worked up. 'I said its okay, I just wanted some, you know, well you know what I wanted and I thought you did too,' a pregnant pause, 'how's her knee?' 'Looks good to me,' he said, glancing at his Gran with a quizzical look, pleased to have the subject changed. As he studied what he could see of her figure he gathered together the picture of the two women lying naked on a bed holding there arms out. Of his mother licking her lips trying to swallow a dry mouth, staring at the spunk filled teat hanging from his rubber covered cock asking, 'do you have another one?' saw his nod, 'fetch it, come back to me.' Murmuring, 'I'll have to go on the pill if this becomes a habit, won't I?' when he returned. 'Knee?' he mouthed at the woman standing across the dining table from him showing her naked body from her open dressing gown. The knee she had banged on the dwarf wall when his mother dropped him off last weekend. The knee she had seen more of in the last hour or so than she had in the last ten years, that knee. Her back did not hurt either. Why not? That last one he had put his arms under the backs of her legs, rolled her onto her shoulders, had driven into her and she felt no after effects. Oh, she felt the after effects, her whole body was still feeling the after effects, it was positively glowing. Allison blushed at the thought of her grandson sitting back on his haunches studying her mature fanny before he laid his big cock on it and slipped into her. God, she had never shown anybody that view in broad daylight before. The first had happened so quickly. The need to feel a penis inside her, the need to have time to enjoy it, even if it did belong to her grandson, had blown away any reserve. 'And it's beginning to swell,' she thought, assuming he was thinking of the evening to come, 'is it because he's looking at me?' 'I'm stopping 'cos she has something she wants me to do before the morning. Want to talk to her?' Something mother and daughter always did. Conscious of her swaying breasts Allison took the phone. With Simon's hand on her bum squeezing it and running a finger in the crack of her cheeks she said her hellos, quickly gave him the phone back; she would not have been able to keep a steady voice with a finger likely to ring her while she talked to her daughter. * * * In a phone box, explaining why she was going to stay overnight with a girlfriend, a lad was squeezing her bum cheeks while Allison, concentrating on her lie, kept chatting to her Mum. When a hand lifted her dress Allison kept chatting to her Mum. When a hand slipped down the back of her knickers Allison kept chatting to her Mum. When fingers delved between the crack of her arse Allison kept chatting to her Mum. When her ring was located Allison kept chatting to her Mum. When a finger was pushed in up to the knuckle Allison bit down on an, 'Oowah!' Mum noticed the rise in her daughter's voice; asked what the matter was. 'Nothing, Mum,' Allison squeaked, and told her Mum she had to go. 'Please, no, not here,' Allison pleaded looking over her shoulder at the man parked at the kerb, window down, his arm shaking, obviously tossing while he watched. The lad was the only one that ever found out she liked her bum fingered to help her come. * * * 'I know you get on with her,' forgiving him the sidestep, repeating his Dad was away for another two days so she would see him tomorrow Simon's mother finally said goodbye. 'Yes, I've been more than getting on with her. Bye,' he said to the dead receiver. His mother's mother stood eyes open wide in astonishment, 'she didn't hear that, did she?' 'No, but she would not have understood if she had.' 'You don't know my daughter.' Simon did know her daughter, knew her as well as he was getting to know her mother. It was not the time to tell her that; it never would be. Wearing a house coat his grandmother made no attempt to cover the arrow head of muff hair that pointed to the tops of legs; legs she had parted twice for him in the last few hours. Parted for him to release his testosterone fired need and her to satisfy the pent up frustration of a middle aged woman needing to be reassured she was still sexually attractive. And twice with the most impressive piece of manhood she had seen outside a porno film. About to cover up she stopped herself; this mini affair was not going to last long so if the sight of her bare breasts was keeping him interested let him look. The prospect of seeing them had got him seducing her. Handling them had got him hard enough to want her; want her enough to enthusiastically ride her twice. If it encouraged him on board again for her to feel that magic moment when he pushed his beautiful cock into her, that amazing moment when she heard the deep throated grumble heralding him coming, then so be it. The prospect of her first orgasm with him had frightened her; the second amazed her, lasted longer, so delicious. Found herself telling him so as it mounted. As far as wanting those moments again they were as one. The 'oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no, oh, darling, yes, yes, yes,' was the sound when she took his cock and repeated when she reached her climax. Of all the women he'd had not one of them called out like that, never heard them enjoy it so much; that no reserve enjoying him was something he wanted to hear again. Moreover, coupling with her was something else. He could feel every inch as he made his way into her. That raw feeling pushing in, then like a silk handkerchief surrounding him it was like the most delicate massaging fingers, her channel was never at rest. No wonder he had gone back for seconds, the sensation was unbelievable. For a moment he studied her wondering why he could feel those sizeable tits when he lay on her, when they should have been hanging, down, away. Thinking about it he knew that she must have held them up for him to roll on, to stop them disappearing under her armpits, to feel them crushed by his athletic body. This clever old bird wasn't just lying there while he shafted her, she was working him, knew what to do to keep him interested. She was not just being kind to her grandson, she had wanted more than one quick poke; and there was every chance she was going to get it. Aware of the growing tension Simon saw the flush to her neck seeing his penis thickening. Seeing her swollen nipples and the demure, innocent expression he knew what she was expecting long before he walked around the table to gather her face in his hands. Long before her eyes lost their focus waiting for his lips, long before they went into a clinch; long before his cock bent double poking into her belly. 'So there is something I need doing before morning, is there?' Allison sighed into his chest. 'Isn't there?' 'So you told her.' 'Wonder what that could be.' 'Perhaps it is putting your fingers in my bum cheeks again; thought I was going to die talking to her, you doing that. Where do you learn these things?' Your daughter taught me women want different things; like you to try. 'Did you like it?' 'I've no idea,' she lied, and like an exploring teenager poked her tongue tip out to meet his. 'Gran, everything about you is so tasty,' avoiding parted lips to look at her. 'Dinner first and then you can taste me,' she slyly implied not expecting him to understand. Not expecting it was something he did once a week at home after her long bath, after a certain husband had gone off for his Sunday golf; before going to church. He wanted to soak in the loveliest woman he knew; she wanted a cock that had stayed solid for an hour after he had showed her what he had; stayed stiff long enough to take her twice. 'Taste me, nobody ever has. God, a finger and a tongue must be fantastic.' Allison sighed to herself. With a comforting shiver she wrapped her gown around herself. Telling him not to walk around the house like that in case he was seen Grandma Allison went to get into sensible clothes. * * * It all started in the hallway waiting for her to change out of her gardening clothes for him to drive her to the out of town shopping mall: she walked by him undoing her blouse, two buttons undone he stepped across the front of her. 'Can I do that?' he asked, 'I dare you to let me,' he teased. Her fingers poised over the next button she allowed his hands to move them away. They had always dared each other. Dared you to do this, dared you to do that, and dared each other to say what they were thinking even discussing the most intimate details about relationships. All one had to say was, 'I dare you to...,' it was only things they were ashamed of that they kept from each other. 'Okay,' she said, knowing the effect bringing her shoulders back had on him. 'All of it?' he asked, licking dry lips. 'All of what?' her mind steaming ahead. 'The blouse, do you dare me?' visible buttons already undone, the last needing the blouse pulled out of her skirt. Allison saw his eyes flash when, in answer to his question was to bring her tummy in which sent her chest up. She felt the fabric rush over her skin, saw his eyes lock on her cleavage, felt herself blush with pride. The difference may only have been a thin piece of material but she knew he would be getting his first bra clad view of the thing that often claimed his attention, her chest. Had her mind not wandered feeling his warm hands on her skin Allison might have stopped him; she might have been more aware the blouse was now passing over her shoulders. Aware his eyes glued to the large round globes held high by the pink bra, aware the blouse was down her arms and over her hands before she could drag her mind away from the thought of her tits loosing their support. Aware that she was happy to let it happen. Simon closed in, slipped arms through hers, pulled her to him. Unsurprised, unphased, Allison went to him. Was he hiding his face from seeing her part nakedness or was he...? No, he was reaching behind for her bra clasp. 'Simon!' she squealed. 'Dare you to let me, Gran,' he whispered in her ear. 'Oh, Simon, there are limits. And if I say yes, then what are you going to dare me?' 'Don't you know?' 'I can guess,' she replied, more sarcastic than thinking that far ahead. The front door was only a meter or so away, the obscure glass would show someone in the hallway. 'Well, whatever it is it can't be here, you can see through the glass,' walked through to her bedroom. Turning to call out she would 'not be a minute getting ready' there he was behind her. 'Oh,' she exclaimed as he took her in his arms again and pulled her to him, 'oh,' as he kissed along her shoulder, 'should you be doing that?' To your grandmother who does not want it to stop. 'Getting ready for what, Gran?' If he got further and she stopped him, it would spoil one of his better wanks; the one where she let him get her tits out and he shot cum at them. However, God Almighty, now it was that much nearer he never dreamt he would want it so badly. Christ, Allison thought, I'm thinking of letting him take my clothes off. I'll be asking him to have sex with me next. 'Okay, a quick cuddle,' sitting on the bed, pushing his arms down before he could get a hand behind for the clasp. 'Gran, you're so soft,' Simon crooned, head on one shoulder, lips on her neck. With a hand caressing the other shoulder his mind telling him she would not stop him slipping a hand down the top of her bra it moved down to the swell of her chest. 'I can't do this,' she groaned, moving away. Unaware of the hand reaching for her Allison stood and moved away to get dressed. * * * It was unusual for him to visit two Saturdays running but his mind had wandered over the mature women he'd had, compared them, wanted to see if what happened last time could be repeated. It was the challenge more than the need as his need for a mature woman of experience was being satisfied at home. She, his mother, not being able to give him a lift the second week he took the bus; which set things in motion that covered all bases; not planned or foreseen. On his way from the bus station he loitered by the girl's school; the senior team were playing netball or was it basket ball... whatever...Simon was fascinated by the chest on one girl. Moving around with the speed of any of the others her bouncing chest did nothing to slow her; surely they were uncomfortable. What size were those tits going to be when she was eighteen, twenty-eight, and thirty-eight; as big as his Gran's? Already as big as his mother's who, with her wholesome figure had a good handful, in fact, she had a good handful of everything. Simon closed his eyes for a second recalling the feel when his finger encountered the damp slit within the mound of hair; of his mother's deep sigh and the way she held still, her body shaking a little when she felt his searching fingers. The four hundred yards to Gran's house he recalled the picture of mother getting off his bed, sweeping her sweat stained hair back, her legs giving way having to sit, saying when he reached for her, 'no more, darling, please not for a while. Let me recover.' Two hours they had shagged and there she sat smiling down at him repeating, 'not for a while.' Now his scrotum responded to the question; with his father away should he have stayed at home to service that superb muff. Three times they had done it during that first two-hour session. Got off, lay there. Kissed, cuddled, 'darling, he's still hard' got on, shagged. Three times, Christ, she was good; and every time since. The upstairs of the bus had been empty so once in the countryside Simon, deciding he could have a nice slow wank thinking of her and the guaranteed shag he'd have when got home, got his cock out. Should have pulled quicker, hearing footsteps on the stairs, he had time to ease his erection back into his jeans. An attractive forty something also decided upstairs was better and sat across the isle from him. His situation was not helped by the woman being his mothers' age and about the same build. Had it been his Mum she have delighted in letting him undo her top and show them off for him. Knowing he admired her body being naked around him was a habit she was now in. Having started to toss recalling the previous weekends three half hour quickies with that wholesome body, having seen the girls' tits bouncing around, was not helped by this lovely grandmother pressing her high held chest into him when she gathered him to her for a welcoming cuddle. He now, more than ever, needed to throw one off, take his Gran shopping, and then get back home. 'The kettles boiled,' he was told, 'and the cake that you like.' The promised wank would have to wait; Simon followed her into the kitchen. * * * In town they behaved as they normally did, hand in hand comfortable in each others company, Allison rejoicing in the looks of envy from other women thinking she was parading her toy boy. Grocery shopping done they walked through town. Outside a jeweller's they stopped. 'I'm going to buy you a necklace,' Simon stated. 'Why.' 'So I have an excuse to look at your cleavage.' Allison, checking to make sure it was safe to do so took both of his hands and clasped them to her chest, 'you don't need an excuse you can do that whenever you like.' 'Will you choose one,' Simon asked, Gran bent forward to get a closer look she saw him staring at her reflection in the shop window. He needed that wank; he was seeing his cum run down that dark vee. 'There you go, see, you don't need an excuse,' deliberately covering the view with a hand then equally deliberately looked up at him when removing it to point at a tray, 'that one.' In the shop, necklace purchased, putting it on for her Allison looked up with so much love he could not miss her need. 'Thank you,' Allison looked around, no one in the shop to see her give him a quick mouth to mouth kiss. Walking out of the shop Allison took his hand from her bum, 'I thought it was my cleavage you wanted.' Hand in hand they took a short cut through the park. Gran and her grandson had always had a relationship where they could say what they were thinking, unashamedly say what they were going to do; very trusting knowing whatever was done or said was their secret. Through the park Simon deliberately took his Gran where few people went. 'I dare you to kiss me like you nearly did in the shop,' got the one and only response, 'oh, Simon, of course.' A hand behind his neck pulled his head down to hers. 'You like your necklace, then?' he asked after a kiss that seemed to go on longer than either expected, picking at her blouse supposedly to get a better look at the jewellery. She knew what she liked, she liked him looking but knew he should not be licking his lips as if he was about to eat them; particularly in public. Nevertheless, her quickening breath told them both she could not get enough of this kind of attention. Allison looked past her boy at the secluded park seat and the hedge behind which she had thrown many a condom. From an early age if anyone who persuaded her to go there would be getting a good necking session and her tits out. If she got his cock out it would be knickers off, rubber on, and if the grass was wet bent over the seat. Boyfriend, Sunday school teacher, or next doors husband on her birthday, it did not matter; she loved it. Her uncle nearly got it but come before he could get across her. How she would have liked her lovely Simon to have been one of them, but it was the wrong place, wrong time and definitely the wrong person. * * * Making his excuses he was soon in the bathroom, his kecks down, his balls banging against the cold sink Simon stroked with a determined fist. Over four hours he had waited for this so imagining his cock between the cleavages of the three women he had recently fantasised over soon had him gritting his teeth to quash the inevitable groans. The major part of his orgasm over Simon watched the latent sperm puthering from the hole onto a handy face flannel. Running a middle finger under the lip of the basin he imagined his grandmother standing close to him, the cold porcelain metamorphasising into the cool damp at the bottom of her triangle. Did she have fanny lips like her daughter? Smooth and full; or like her friend with folds and lips but a beautiful pink inside when he parted them. His cock stayed stiff. 'Mmmm,' he sighed, finger and thumbing his cock from base to helmet. As he watched the last of his cum drip into the sink he thought, 'by now she'd have some grey in there.' So he had not tossed thinking of the one waiting for him at home. By the time he heard the door handle tried he was fisting another boner thinking of what his grandmother's muff might look like; again had trouble getting his erection back into his jeans. He appeared in the kitchen. 'You were so quiet in there I thought you'd gone out.' Gran saw him avert his eyes, 'I was busy,' he told her. 'You were so quiet I ...Oh, I see, sorry.' Quickly looking away from the bulge in his trouser front, 'Oh, I see, sorry,' she repeated, 'and I tried the door whatever must you have thought?' then added with her normal cheeky grin, 'did you think I was daring to walk in on you?' Gran Meets My Needs Simon grinned at her, 'you could have done, I'd have liked that,' he held her gaze, thought about it, then added, 'anyway I was thinking of you.' 'Too much detail,' she laughed, 'did I stop you or did you manage to...? Oh, me?' realising what he had just said. Had Simon knew the light pink blush that coloured her face and down her neck was not just him looking at her new necklace it was her thinking of what she might have seen had she walked in on him, he could have thought of something else to say in reply to her, 'Simon, I'm your Gran.' 'So? You will have done it before.' 'What?' 'Help some one in their moment of need.' 'Not with you,' she replied absentmindedly. 'I meant with others,' he corrected. 'Oh, sorry, of course I have, it's natural to keep a man interested you have to, you know... without that you...' 'Might loose your virginity.' 'Yes.' God, she had recalled that moment a thousand times with a boy from the church. 'Wouldn't worry you now, would it?' 'Well, no.' 'There you go. You're woman and I'm a man, that's all that matters.' 'Yes, but I'm this woman, and you're that man.' Simon walked up to her, turned her to face him, they had always dared each other, this was no different, 'you mean to say you wouldn't if I dared you?' 'Well, no.' Simon noted the slight hesitation, saw her eyes flick to the lie side of her brain, 'what you're saying is, if I unzipped and dared you wouldn't look.' 'Of course not.' Bringing his forehead to hers they were both looking down when the eighteen year old undid his belt. 'No, Gran? You wouldn't?' If she ever looked back for a turning point in their relationship it was this moment, the moment she should have turned away; the moment it was no longer a game. Not realising he was working out how far she would go with this she thought he was teasing, yet the prospect excited her. There was a long pause, the boy holding the ends of his belt in either hand. 'You wouldn't, eh?' Simon waited. Got what he was waiting for. 'Go on then, I dare you.' If you had told her she was willing him to unzip she would have told you to get lost. Simon would think better of it, wouldn't he? Simon unzipped. If you had told her she deliberately waited while his jeans, of their own accord, slowly slipped down his strong thighs she would have denied it vehemently. What held her back from saying the very thing a grandmother should have said was the size of his bank roll. Now she was blushing, 'My goodness, Simon,' unable to keep the astonishment from her voice or the wonder from her eyes. It was not the size of a rolled up flannel either. His tight briefs clearly showed his cluster, his cock was only half interested yet left an outline of the helmet that made her hold her breath. It could only be in that state from the excitement of the moment, could not possibly be because it was interested in her. It, was interested in her not him, it was. Totally unaware of the number who had experienced it already Allison considered the swelling was due to an inexperienced cock needing something to soak in, wanting anything with a pulse. Therefore she was under no illusion why it wanted her, closed her mind to the over powering desire to grab for it, dragged her head up to look at him and hold his gaze. Her lateral vision saw his arms moving in front of him; saw a shoulder drop as if he had... as if he had what? Allison Bedworthy was still holding her breath, doubting her ability to say the right thing, knew what that should be but could not bring herself to say it. Until he looked down at the moving chest caused by her increased breathing she'd had no intention of replying to the question, 'you know what I've done?' 'I think so, yes,' she stammered. 'So I dare you.' The blush that was spreading from her heaving cleavage reached her cheeks telling its own story; grandmother and grandson were teetering on the edge of a step too far. 'Dare me to what?' 'Dare you to look.' She looked, 'Oh, Simon.' Grandmother stared at the most promising piece of manhood she had seen in a long while. Then, as if it had a mind of its own, as if it had just seen her, the boy's cock began to rise in earnest. 'Simon, darling, I didn't know...' Didn't know someone your age could get a hard on for me. Did not know you had such a big cock; and it was big. Big enough you could get two hands on. Allison knew you could because her hands were on it. 'Oh, Simon, I'm sorry, I could not stop myself,' she whined, 'he's so beautiful,' feeling the hardness under her fingers could not bring herself to release it. Moreover, the helmet, oh, that helmet. Shiny as a polished pepper pot as it began to swell. God he had a cock on him. Are his balls tight, she unconsciously thought? Intending to find out as much as she could about his reproductive organ before common sense prevailed Allison moved toward him, reaching a hand down for the cluster looked over his shoulder and saw his buns reflected in the window to the garden and the back gate to the street. Her reluctance to let go meant she stalled for a few seconds; 'damn,' she muttered through clenched teeth, 'quick pull you trousers up,' made an obvious glance passed him and left the kitchen. Instantly cottoning on Simon just held his trousers together and followed; he found her leaning against the radiator shivering. 'Cold, Gran,' putting his free, comforting, arm around her shoulders. She wanted to move away, away from the emotions raging through her, away from the uncontrollable need she always had to give in to primeval urges; satisfy her all consuming sex drive. The number of times she had been caught with her knickers down you would have thought she would have learnt, yet here she was again. Even having had a hard cock pointing at her she should have no problem keeping her knickers on with this one, this was her grandson. 'No, it's what we nearly did, what I nearly did.' 'You dared me, I showed you.' 'Yes, but it's what I did.' 'You touched me; that's all. I didn't dare you but you've done it before.' 'What?' unsure of what he was implying. 'Had someone's...,' did not want to say cock to his Gran, 'you know ...used your hand on them.' He pulled her closer, his mouth now next to her ear, 'and finished the job,' he whispered. Allison eased back to look at an eighteen year old holding his kecks together, 'is that what you were hoping I'd do?' 'I'd have liked it.' 'I'm sure you would.' 'Well?' 'Oh, Simon, I couldn't.' 'But you nearly did. You said so.' 'I know, I shouldn't have mentioned that,' Allison Bedworthy put her head on her grandson's shoulder, 'if we hadn't been in front of that window I'd have held on for a little longer, but that's all.' 'And if I dared you?' he asked. With his lips he pushed at her forehead to tilt her head back. Raising her face to look up at him realised from the look in his eyes what he was about to do, 'oh, Simon, we can't be doing this?' Even at the point of no return, his fist flying, crudeness knowing no bounds to what he could do with those tits Simon never imagined giving his grandmother a proper kiss. 'We haven't done anything,' aware what he was about to say next had worked with other women and aware using the hand holding his fly closed would mean his trousers falling he still put the fingertips to her mouth to shush her, 'you have the sort of lips a man could get lost in and never be seen again.' 'Oh, Simon, what a lovely thing to say.' Simon paused halfway to her mouth, when he was sure she was not going to move he brought his lips to hers; they kissed. It was a dry one; it lasted longer than a grandmother's kiss should. As their lips parted the dryness had stuck them together in that way both parties hoped for a second. One because she wanted to know the touch of his lips again; the other because his experience told him if he could get a second and a third it normally meant he was on his way to at least a good feel. With nothing on her mind except her grandsons' cock trapped between them her lips went softer in the next kiss. If this is what he wants...a few kisses...why not...she had made her decision; her body sank as seductively into the one next to her as she could muster. Whispering, 'Oh, Simon,' between each kiss Allison settled deeper into their cuddle fully aware that by the time they were on their fourth the hand on her neck holding her head still was rubbing a palm along a shoulder, pushing under a bra strap. Trying to decide at what point she would stop him Allison willed the warm hand now at the swell of a breast to continue its inevitable journey. Him having a hand inside her bra would do no harm, would it? A few kisses and maybe her having another feel would do no harm, would it? The unspoken deal had been made, Allison Bedworthy knew she was passed that point of no return again and not far off tossing her grandson. * * * It had been thirty-five years since she had stood in a hallway with a boy like this. Whispering his name while he rolled her firm breasts, she had been totally unaware of what was happening to her. Ten minutes after getting her tits out she was already at the point of no return when the lad put his cock in her hand. Happy to be dragged to the floor suddenly a delirious Allison Jones was no longer a virgin. Neither, for that matter, was she to any of the boys in the village she fancied. Sex was always on her mind. How she avoided becoming known as the local bike, getting pregnant, she had no idea, any attractive man could have her; even her uncle nearly did. * * * Her resistance to who it was causing this intangible emotion disappeared like steam from a kettle; the steam becoming a fog of desire. Having to decide at what point this had to stop, the nearer Allison got to the source of the heat the more painful rejecting it got. The pain was her need, the eroticism of the pairing fuelled that need, and suddenly nothing else mattered except feeling his hands on her bare skin. Aware her dress buttons were being undone, whispering between kisses, 'Oh, Simon, yes,' every time he asked if she dared him; kisses that got more involved until she finally felt her dress and bra straps slip over her shoulders. A hand went into her bra far enough for him to appreciate how right his fantasies had been, how soft and fluffy her tits were and her to recall how wonderful a warm hand felt as fingers searched among its chrysanthemum softness for a nipple. Knowing he was almost there Allison decided there was no reason why he should not reach his goal, which was when she reached behind and unclipped her bra; letting that and the top of her dress fall. In the silence that followed they heard the bra softly hit the floor. The look on his face as he took in the sight of her naked to the waist made her heart skip a beat, and again when cradling a tit in either hand Simon used them to draw her to him causing her to moan in the kiss that followed. Not wanting to make it too obvious she wanted this to keep going Allison breathed a solitary, 'Oh, Simon,' put her head to his chest to slyly look down, his stiff cock was pointing up at her, urging her. 'Touch me', it pleaded with her. 'Come on, at least toss me,' it was saying. Precum oozing from the hole, 'go on tell him you want me, tell him you can't resist a cock, that you don't care who I belong to you want me inside you,' it urged. 'You can't. Why do you want an old biddy like me?' she said to it. A hand under her chin raising her face Simon brought his lips to hers as he said, 'can't you guess?' Oh, yes, I can guess, you with testosterone flying around you'd shag anything warm and breathing. A half naked Allison had given him permission to play with her tits but it was who she was that stopped her guessing he would want more from her. Was it a game he was playing? Now he had her bare chested was it game, set, and match? She could not think he wanted sex with her, his grandmother, toss him off maybe, could not think he would stay hard for her if she took it further and they...maybe a few more minutes and she would call it a draw. The boy eased away for enthralled eyes to flick from large halo to large halo, Allison could wait no longer; if he wanted a wank now was the time. Pushing a flat hand down his stomach she found his hard cock and wrapped fingers around it; deuce. Simon, who had never thought any further than wanting to know what his grandmother's chest looked like, the goalposts had moved, he now had a tit in each hand and she was pulling on his cock. Gran or not she was now fair game; wanting her to pull him off he closed in for the kill. Allison Bedworthy, wallowing in the boy's tongue dancing behind his lips, gave a start when it pushed through hers. Being kissed so passionately, having nipples rolled so expertly she should have asked herself where he got such experience but feeling his erection in her fingers she was lost in the moment. Then his hand slid down her soft tummy into the waistband of her panties until fingers encountered a patch of curly hair and delved in it. Oh, Christ he has a finger in my slit, he knows what he is doing. He'll find my clit, he'll make me come. Oh, please God help me. I want to come more than I can remember. Allison Bedworthy was in a quandary should someone call. Half-naked with her dress around her thighs she would never make it convincing as to why it took so long to answer the door when she could so easily be seen through the obscure glass. Allison knew how even an unpractised eye could tell if one had dressed quickly, knew how long it took for two people in the act of love making to act naturally with the prospect of one needing to dress and the other needing to hide. Moreover, the only man in the house was her young grandson. The way things were going soon fresh semen would be spread across the dark carpet; that would be even harder to hide. Therefore it seemed natural that any visitor would know that the dishevelled clothes and the quickly pumped up hair meant that their friend was entertaining and if they had seen that person arrive, oh dear, explain that one away. Therefore, it seemed natural to move to save any visitor that awkward moment. What was not natural was this half-naked woman, without a word or any obvious embarrassment at showing her grandson her bare back, made a half hearted attempt to pull her dress up, and walked towards her bedroom. What was not natural was for her to stop in the open doorway and pull her shoulders back to emphasise the side view she had always been proud of and her partner could not take his eyes off. What was not natural was a boy showing his grandmother a rock hard cock sticking out from under a t-shirt, throbbing from the pleasure gained from the few moments of contact with her. What was not natural was her giving a seductive smile and disappearing into her bedroom hoping he would get the message to follow. What was not natural was that the boy knew the invitation was so she could get her hands on nine inches of young meat undisturbed. What was not natural was if he could get his hand down her knickers again the excitement of investigating yet another fanny would help him overcome who it was pulling him off. What was not natural was the feeling this woman had become a stranger in his life and not someone he had known and respected for years. She was just someone else who wanted to share a sexual experience with him. What was not natural was for the eighteen year old, a minute later, following the sinewy hips and the flexing thighs of his accommodating, half-naked needy grandmother into her bedroom. What was not natural, and no real surprise his recent thoughts still with him, was to find his grandmother down to her knickers lying on the bed. What was not natural was a grandmother licking her lips watching her grandson taking the rest of his clothes off. What was not natural was a grandmother knowing every man who had taken his clothes off in her bedroom had used her, and, feeling her juices forming from erotic thoughts of the forbidden wondered if this would be any different. What was not natural was a boy standing next to his grandmother's bed showing her a shiny red knob on a pulsing erection. What was not natural was these two close relatives were thinking the same thoughts. What was not natural was to witness and recognise the reason for his grandmothers quickening breath and her tummy muscles tightening. What was not natural was her grandson knew what she was hoping when she asked, 'Oh, Simon, darling are you sure?' What was not natural was her grandson saying, 'Yes, Gran, I'm sure, do you dare us?' What was not natural was her rubbing a hand up a strong leg and pulling it towards her in an unanswered yes. What was not natural was the boy half kneeling on the bed, looking into the woman's eyes, at the rest of her body then picking at the waistband of the panties. What was not natural was grandmother catching her breath, knowing but delighting in heightening the moment asking, 'do you dare me to take them off? Dare to show you my sex?' What was not natural was the mumbled, 'please.' What was not natural was her deliberately asking, 'dare me to take them off because they will be in the way of this?' reaching a hand out to touch her grandson's cock with caressing fingertips. What was not natural the boy, this would be his third mature woman, had never felt such pressure on his manhood to bury it to be lost for words, simply nodding. What was not natural was this grandmother making no effort to be ladylike in front of her grandson, laying her head back on the pillow so she could not witness his expression at first seeing her hairy muff, raised her hips, removed her panties. What was not natural was the way a grandmother watched the expression on her grandson's face as she slowly laid her thighs open. What was not natural was after a few moments of staring in open-mouthed wonder at the beauty of such a seamless fanny, and with no sense of embarrassment, the boy climbed and knelt between her spread legs. What was not natural was for her to reach forward, run fingers over the engorged helmet and sigh, 'Oh, Simon, darling, he is so beautiful,' and as if it was not already written in stone, added, 'yes, I dare you.' Allison flinched at a passing attempt at foreplay when he ran fingers around her fanny lips. She looked into clouded eyes focused on her fingers pressing the knob of the one eyed snake amongst her folds. Then the push forward. 'Oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no,' trying to bring her thighs together in the vain hope of stopping his progress, 'oh, darling, we must stop,' his knob broke passed her entrance, 'Simon, enough. I want you but...' he gave her five inches, 'oooooo, yes, oh, God, yes.' Simon could feel every inch as he worked his way into her body. Like a silk handkerchief surrounding him and once in, caused by her shivers, her channel was never at rest, it was like the most delicate fingers massaging. 'Oh, darling,' hips flicked up, 'oh, darling,' they rose off the bed and stayed there, 'oh, my darling, this shouldn't feel so good.' She could not recall ever giving out such a long descending, 'Oooooo' when she received a cock. She could not recall a penis making her feel something she had not felt in years, full. Her back arched off the bed as his probes impaled her and held still to feel the warmth of her cunt surrounding his cock, 'oh, Simon, oh, Simon, my love,' her legs locked around his waist Allison offered herself up to give the boy, her lovely boy, her ultimate act of love; take his orgasm. With her body coiled under him, surrounding him, arms around his ribcage, thighs gripping him vice-like Simon felt like the male of a Black Widow Spider about to be devoured. His knees widespread turning his buttocks into a hammer; long strokes of his nail he drove at a fanny he never expected to be in. Gran Meets My Needs An 'Err!' accompanied every upward twitch of her hips when he paused then hoping nobody close by would hear Allison hollered, 'Oh, Simon yes,' when he rammed in hard and held still. Thinking this would be her only journey with him she called out in disappointment, 'not yet, oh my Christ, not yet. Please not yet. Simon, oh, Simerrrrnnahaaaah.' Trying to hold back only heightened the orgasm that now raged through her. 'Oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no, oh, darling, here it comes, yes, yes, yes,' she came with shudders and little squeals; it was over far too quickly for Grandma Allison. She lay uncommonly quiet while the boy, occasionally looking to see tits moving in time to the long shafts, continued to ride her. The only sound was her panting, the tap, tap of a bee on the window and the accompanying creak of the bedhead as the drama of incest continued to unfold on the bed. As far as Simon was concerned each move he had made had not been planned, there had been no 'goal for her hole'. After he had shown his friend the cock he was so proud of he might have planned to get her tits out; certainly not planned as far ahead as this. But my God was it different now. Her orgasm had been amazing. Her movements, her squeals, her hot cunt was something else. On outstretched arms he watched his grandmother lying placidly while he stroked in and out; the only reaction from her now was her head pressing back into the pillow or her face in his neck accompanied by little groans. Her legs and arms spread as if doing her duty, the deep animal grunts she gave each time he drove hard finally caused the sap to rise. His quickening pace, the shorter stabs told her what was about to happen. The sudden knowledge of whose tight buns were hammering in the large nail. The fact her grandson was about to come in her, for her. Her beautiful boy was fucking her with more athleticism than she had ever known brought tears to her eyes. Allison Bedworthy began to cry with joy, the shame of what they were doing never occurred to her; his enthusiasm for their mating was all that mattered. Drawing her knees back she put arms around his neck and stared into his eyes as if to challenge him to come; her body seemed to open up in a way he had never known with the others. Kissing whatever her lips could reach tears flooded out, 'Oh, Simon, oh, dear, oh, my, love.' Simon felt himself drawn in deeper, knew the cooling wet lips he could feel around the base of his cock belonged to his grandmother then heard the novelty of himself asking permission, 'Allison, I want to come in you, can I?' For a second or two they were locked together; Simon looked at a face of a woman that looked twenty years younger than the one he had started taking the clothes off only a few minutes before, at a body now moving in anticipation of his juices. Then gritting his teeth, looking into her eyes, began to fuck with quick flicks of his hips. As he stood naked by the bed, as he climbed between her open thighs, as she pushed his cock head in she had foreseen this moment but not the pleasure of hearing those words, of feeling him start his rise to the inevitable orgasm. 'Oh, Simon, yes, oh, fuck meeeeee, yesssssss!' she cried, were not the words she intended, closing her teeth on his skin as a thousand mini orgasms hit her. Not something many grandmothers get to do, even for a first time, with their grandson. 'I want to come in you,' is not something many grandsons get to ask. The groans of pleasure whispered in her ear is not some many grandmothers get to hear. Their grandsons cum driven to the back of their channel is not something many grandmothers get to feel. With it working in her for a good two minutes, finally, the balls of the marauding cock pulsed their last. His mother liked him to pull out to watch his helmet rub against her clit then, 'Oh, my love, yes, do Mummy again,' she would whisper and sigh feeling her beautiful boy lay his weight back on her. Simon did that now, pulled back. Concerned that this was the end of it, wanting more whilst it lasted, meaning to say 'stop in' Allison cried, 'No, stop, no, no,...' Simon had heard 'stop'; he quickly drew out to lie next to the panting woman. Allison lay satisfied and ever so slightly disappointed that it was over; she need not have worried, they were going to shag again and a shag that would last a lot longer. For a young cock to get stiff for an old biddy like her was awesome. The need for a young cock getting a quick fuck was one thing, the fact Simon brought her to him to nuzzle into her neck, to whisper how soft she was and his erection staying stiff for her hand to feel her greasy juices drying on it was a delight beyond measure. His obsession with tits, his unprecedented need to occasionally lean over to suck a nipple was a joy in itself. And the challenge of keeping his fingers from feeling in her wet patch while he told her how he loved her 'beautiful soft body' was something else that sent her into raptures. She played the kissing and cuddles game for twenty minutes until the disbelief this eighteen year old, from the moment he exposed himself in the kitchen proving he wanted her, found her attractive enough to want her again sent her on another journey. The stiff cock, the tingling delight from breast to knees from the attention he was giving her nipples. The fact he wanted to feel her aging fanny faded into realism. With a hand caressing down her body from chest to the top of her tightly closed thighs their relationship was cemented. Keeping him occupied with kisses around his neck Allison took the corner of a cotton sheet and dried her leaking fanny. Now he could have her. A gentle fist feathered his cock; his tight balls caressed, he gave a little moan when she touched them. No longer being able to resist the need for the firefighter's helmet to enter her she ran a thumb over the eye of the snake. 'Oh, Allison,' Simon whispered when she drew on his foreskin to make his helmet stretch. With as much desire she could get into one look, with a long descending, 'Oh, Simon, please,' Allison moved away suggestively flattening her thighs to the bed and with a longing sigh, 'darling kiss me, touch me.' Simon knowing the door had opened again rolled onto an elbow, looked down at his Allison and paused; with a nod she held her arms out. The devout way he looked at her. The way he leant over to kiss her. The way his tongue worked around her lips to distract her when his hand moved from her thigh to middle finger her slit. The way he drew back, looked at her closing her eyes. The way he investigated her, the knowledge he wanted to do this last week was all too much for Allison to cope with; she grabbed for his arse. As if it was something they had done forever, with no sense of embarrassment, Simon pressed his face into her neck enabling him to keep his backside up while their legs unravelled; she held her breath as he offered her his knob end before he pushed. The thoughtful way he entered her she knew. She knew however wrong this was; whatever reason each had for the first shag this was going to be special. Allison let out a long breath. The way he worked his hips back and forth to settle into her had her jealous of the woman who had taught him. The delightful, 'Oow, oow, oow, oow, oow!' as her cunt gradually accepted the full length of him. The soft way he brought his lips to hers before he lowered himself onto her. The gentle way he arranged her before he gave her the full treatment was some thing she would have expected of her lovely grandson; her surprisingly experienced grandson. What was a complete contrast to the gentle way he had entered her was the way his attack developed once he had her arse moving. Even though she told herself she was ready for it and would not shout her approval the ultimate speed and power of his thrusts came as a surprise. No longer the Black Widow the stallion rode her with a purpose. Fortunately the neighbours were out shopping when after twenty minutes of kissing, feeling and fucking, her world exploded. Almost spitting his tongue out of her mouth, 'Oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no, oh, darling, yes, yes, yes,' echoed around the house, 'Oh, my God, Simon. Oh, Simon, I love you. Oh, Simon, I can't hold on...here I ca...here I comaaaah!! ...oh, Simonnnnnnnahhhh!' his grandmother bawled. How he got her legs back that far and how the biggest cock to know her never managed to tear her insides out when he finally reached the peak of his desire she would never know. In a complete sexual fantasy, revelling in the movement of his penis in her she lay in a murmuring stupor until she felt him hold hard up her. Not wanting to miss a moment of it, recording it for posterity, except for her cunt squeezing Allison held perfectly still. He moaned his first shot quietly murmuring her name followed by several, 'Grrrrrrahraah,' uncontrolled thrusts. With her rolled back onto her shoulders he drove at her for another five minutes thinking he had never been so far up a woman and could he have a double header. Aware of his grandmother's knees from the corner of his eye Simon allowed her to lower them to the bed; he lay on her panting, spent, 'Jesus, it's hot, Gran.' Their perspiring bodies seemed to augment the glow from the orange curtains; it filled the room. He looked down at her hair plastered to her sweet face, her smiling eyes, Simon, continuing to ride her, kissing around her shoulders and neck kept hard wondering what her lips would feel like around his helmet. He stopped, his cock twitched. 'Hmmm,' they said in unison. They both giggled at her reaction. Simon did it again. 'Don't, I shan't want you to stop.' 'Jesus, Gran why would we want to?' 'Don't say that, I'm going to church tomorrow otherwise every time the vicar says Jesus I'll think of something else,' adding a deliberate lift of her hips to emphasise him inside her. Simon began to rock his hips; Allison began to puff in response, 'mmm, say my name again.' 'Pardon?' 'Mmm, didn't you hear yourself?' 'No.' 'You whispered, "Allison, I love you" just as you were, you know.' 'Did I, sorry.' 'Sorry for saying you love me, don't be silly.' The moment gone Simon eased himself out and off her. He was standing by the bed; Allison Bedworthy looked at a dribble of sperm leaking from his descending penis, at the tight balls that had just delivered the copious amount of fluid now leaking from her. Suddenly the fact of whom she had just had sexual intercourse with brought her to her senses. Legs wide open, arms folded over a perspiring ribcage supporting a good handful of tit; the matted hair of her chuff cooling in the ambient air. God, she must look a mess. 'Don't look at me,' she said grabbing a sheet to cover her embarrassment and the nakedness she was more than happy to have shared a throbbing cock with twice in the last hour. As if it was something you did every day in front of your grandmother he retrieved a hankie from his jeans, 'I'll make a cuppa, ring Mum,' he said, wiping the end of his manhood, 'tell her not to pick me up today.' 'But there's plenty of time,' Allison called after him. 'Not for us,' he shouted back. He hadn't forced her, had done nothing she had not wanted or encouraged yet in the normal female way said to her self that he is staying over out of chivalry not to want sex with her again. For such a handsome man sex with her again was very unlikely. * * * Listening to his telephone call home to her daughter telling her that her mother had something she needed him to do meant he was staying the night; Allison noticed his penis swelling while he talked. He was thinking of bedding her again; God what a stud. It would never have occurred to her it was her daughter's suggestive dialogue causing such a reaction. Passing the phone to her for a ring tightening conversation had nothing to do with the fact he was rubbing fingers between the cheeks of her greasy buttocks but more to do with the eroticism of knowing she was soon to be laid again. The glint in his eyes when he walked around the table she knew was more than the obsession with her chest, young boys only wanted somewhere soft and warm to massage it in. She was still too needy to refuse him that pleasure. The way he had surveyed her before climbing on; the sight of the huge helmet pointing at her, the feeling of it entering her; the reaction in her legs as he took his time working his way in was a prospect too much to deny herself. * * * It was almost amusing the self-conscious way they got into bed late that evening. Her first, lights out; he followed to lie next to her without a word. As if they did not know why they were there neither made a move until their hands touched and then, as if it was their first time, Simon seduced her. Slowly, thoughtfully, passionately, energetically; everything she would have wished for, and at the end of it, forbidden maybe, a screw to die for. Allison Bedworthy was quieter this time, reacting to every sensuous touch and unspoken request. Tongue tip in and around her ear, and in the dark it was easy to let him examined her all over, all over. Get a reaction, touch again, until, 'oh, Simon I want you!' 'Allison, I'm going to make love to you.' 'Oh, Simon, oh, yes darling, make love to me.' Legs splayed, hands on his shoulders to steady him as he climbed over, fingers searching for his knob to guide it into her. Twenty minutes they shagged occasionally stopping to hold each other tight, to convey the needed to hold back the inevitable; to make each other appreciate the need. It worked. Pulling his head down to get her mouth by his ear, 'Simon,' she whispered, 'I want to come,' nails digging into his buttocks, 'I do so want t o come. Make your Allison come.' Thinking of the telephone conversation she'd had with her daughter standing next to the hard body now riding her Allison had an unusual double header, 'Oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no, oh, darling, yes, yes, yes,' followed by a lengthy shafting before her lover strained to drop his load. Her moving body and soft sighs in his ear gentled him to a finish. Separating their sweating bodies, a towel tucked between her legs they cuddled in spoons and fondled until lifting a leg up Simon removed the towel and offered his knob to her. 'Ooo, Simon you want me again, that's lovely,' half turning towards him in the hope of a kiss as he entered her from behind. His warm hands over her breasts, his kisses down her back, 'oh, Simon I love you. Don't ever stop making me feel like this.' Occasionally rolling his hips at her Simon soaked in her warmth until, coupled together, they fell asleep. Before sliding off to sleep Allison dreamt of boasting to her friends how she'd had sex twice that night, not knowing a third, lasting an hour, was to make her late for church; what a shag. What athletic lovemaking. * * * First thing in the morning, attempting to get up Simon pulled her back onto the bed and to him, laying his early morning wood up her back. 'Please, Gran,' an arm through to gather a handful of breast. 'Please, what?' 'Don't go yet.' 'I though it was Allison.' 'Would you like to hear me say Allison again?' the hand caressing the inside of a thigh. 'Mmmm.' 'Come on then give me a reason,' rolling her onto her front, laying his warm body along her back, leaning over to find the corner of her mouth as she turned to speak. Although completely sated, having had more sex in one day than she ever had in any one month, how could she refuse him? 'I love you,' she waited for eye contact, 'more than ever now but you do realise this has to stop sometime.' Rolling him away tried to get into a sitting position against the headboard; Simon followed her. Holding her gaze Simon bought his lips to hers; Allison did not move away from the kiss. 'I know, I know but for now...' he gave a forlorn sigh that nearly broke his grandmother's heart. Unable to leave it like that she returned the kiss. On the third kiss she gave him her tongue. On the fourth she needed to know if his cock was hard. On the fifth she opened her legs for his fingers to leave the expanse of hairy muff they were playing in to examine her readiness. Allison climbed over him and unashamedly looked down between them. Needing to have him for the short while it was going to last, while he could raise it for her, she held his cock upright to centre herself over it. He had fucked his brains into her through the end of his cock; he had shagged her like she had never been shagged before, and a cock inside while she fell asleep was the most fantastic feeling. She knew what to expect but, 'Oow, oow, oow, oow, oow! Simon, my love. Jee...suuuusah!' she had sat back. 'You okay, Allison?' seeing the expression on her face. 'Mmmm,' her body going taught at the sound of her name, at him shafting up as she came down. Her face angelic as she rose up, an expression of open mouth surprise when she drove down. Very soon Simon felt his balls tighten. 'Allison, I'm not far off.' 'You can't be. Not so soon.' His first toss of the day only ever took a couple of minutes. Hands that were cradling her hanging tits grabbed for her hips; his bum held off the mattress, 'I'm gonna. Here it comes, I can't hold...Allison, I love you...Nnnnnnnah. Nnnnnnnah.' Pumping down on him quicker, wanking him with her fanny, her name called out repeatedly, she felt him spurt, 'Oh, Simon, I love you too,' his grandmother called. Thinking how each fanny was different, his breathing settled, he rolled his Gran onto her back; tight or loose a new body under him always help him settle into a gentle shafting motion while his mind floated over who else it might be. Allison would have stayed there all day under the gentle rocking of their bodies, 'I'm expected at church,' she told him trying to push away the image of laying half naked in a pew with him on top of her, that, and the fact her body was tightening it suddenly hit her. 'Oh, my God, Simon. Oh, Simon, I love you. Oh, Simon, here I...hooooooo ...eeerrrrgaaaaahh!' A pre-breakfast sex went on until she asked him what time his mother said she was coming; he did not know. What he did know was the casual way she asked meant this was now a charity shag and the warm body under him was waiting for him to dismount. Five minutes later, recalling what happened the last time he heard his mother said she was coming, Simon quietly dropped his load. * * * Bathed and dressed and without as much embarrassment as either had envisaged they discussed, over breakfast, where their relationship was going. 'I always wondered what it would be like with you,' Simon said. Holding hands across the table Simon stared in wonder when his Gran rested her chest against the tabletop admitting to herself she'd had similar fantasies about doing it with younger men, 'me?' she asked. 'Yes. Always so attractive; always making me feel there was something...' 'How long?' the words strangled in her throat. 'Years,' Christ he has been tossing off thinking of me for years. 'I like mature women. How about you, fantasise over younger men?' 'One or two of your friends, maybe, but never in a month of Sundays with you.' 'And now?' he teased. The realisation where his eyes strayed to, knowing he was recalling her nakedness, deepened the blushes her own thoughts were creating moved back from the table. Over a cup of tea, sitting in her lounge, they both agreed that sex between them had been surprisingly good, as good as it could ever be but seeing their relationship, agreed it should not happen again. Within minutes they went into a cuddle, both working towards breaking the agreement which was when Simon's mother arrived to take him home.