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Grandmother's Sacrifice Ch. 01

By: eksynapse



"Coming of Age" stories. Cutesy tales of gawky, clumsy kids fumbling their ways through sexual rites of passage, only to emerge as better, wiser, more sensitive young men and women. 

Such utter horseshit! 

Let me just say this: For improbability and depravity, my "coming of age" story takes the cake walking away. 

It took nearly three years of persistent nagging for my therapist to pry my story out of me. But when I finally did open up and told her just a fraction of what'd happened, she didn't know what the fuck to say. It was like I'd hit her between the eyes with a five mega-ton dildo! It's bad, let me tell you, when you can shock your therapist into speechlessness; it automatically puts you in the outer 3% on the weirdness curve. 

Of course, she didn't believe me at first. But after she confirmed the basic facts by reading the police reports and digging through the newspaper morgues, then I think she started to believe me. That's when the grilling really started, her trying to get me to fess up all the juicy details. By the time I unloaded the whole story on her, she looked at me, slack-jawed. And what was her response? She said I needed counseling, for crissake! I said, "Hey, Doc, what the fuck you think we've been doing here for three years -- electrolysis?" 

She knew she was way in over her head. I don't doubt she even discussed me with her other pinhead colleagues. 

Anyway, she spent the next three sessions making me go back over all that crap again, making me re-live every goddamn thing. It turns out, see, I'm cursed with this uncanny memory for details. Once something's in my head, it's virtually impossible for me ever get rid of it. Alzheimer's may be my only fucking hope.

Anyway, my counselor tells me I should try putting it all down on paper. "Good therapy," she says, "purge your demons." She suggested I think of it like I was a soldier coming off some traumatic mission, who needs to debrief himself to get his peace of mind back. The difference, though, was my debriefing - if that's what you want to call it - was about ten years after my battle was over. But, what the fuck, I tried writing it all down, half a dozen times. But I always wound up chucking it in the trash. "Approach-avoidance", she called it, due to my "ambivalent emotions." 

But maybe this time I can get through it. Just try to bear with me.

I was eighteen when it all went down. Until that point, I wasn't exactly sexually experienced. Oh, I'd made out with a few girls, did a little light petting. Got my lower lip snagged once on a girl's braces. That was pretty much the extent of it. 

Then I met Audra. 

We were both in our senior year of high school, sharing some of the same classes. She'd already been accepted to Sophie Newcomb in New Orleans where she was planning to major in Microbiology. I was planning to go Texas A&M to study Chemical Engineering. Audra and I were both looked on by our classmates as egg-headed geeks.

She was slender, had sandy blond hair, slim hips, cute butt, smallish breasts, and she wore glasses. She had a little overbite that I found sort of sexy. Audra first came across to me as very proper and a bit reserved. But she seemed to enjoy our being together. She laughed at my jokes. We started dating. 

We were both insecure -- I doubt she was any more sexually experienced than I was. We helped each other overcome our shyness. We went on a couple of movie dates, followed by trips to the neighborhood ice cream parlor. She wore L'Air du Temps, a perfume that I found completely intoxicating. I was thrilled when we'd walk along, holding hands. I fretted the first time I put my arm around her, flop sweated over our first goodnight kiss, and projectile sweated the first time she let me cop a feel. 

From there we spent many a thrilling hour after school, before her parents got home from work, making out. I still remember transitioning from feeling her up outside her clothes to putting my hand under her sweater, releasing her bra, and caressing her naked breasts. My God! What a thrill! She had wonderful, delicate pink nipples. They were very sensitive. I gave them a lot of attention. 

We grew gradually bolder, until finally we'd lie on her parent's bed, both our tops off, our jeans unzipped and down around our thighs. She had this sexy flat belly, sensuous hipbones, and a delectable innie belly button that I couldn't resist tonguing. I remember the first time she let me get my finger wet, and the first time she jacked me off. She looked at my cock the whole time she stroked me, with this ultra-serious expression, like she was waiting for the teacher to hand back our test grades. She was oddly technical in her sex talk: 

"Do you think you'll ejaculate soon?" It wasn't that she was impatient. It was more that she had a novice's lewd interest in male physiology.

"Yeah, pretty soon," I murmured, near swooning. 

When I finally spurted into the air and all over her hand, she looked pleased, like she'd just made a very good grade. In my mind, she was making straight "A"s.

One of our most daring stunts was the night we sat on the sofa in her living room, watching television, her father seated in his easy chair with his back to us a few feet away. Audra sat in a yellow sundress, knees bent, feet on the sofa. When she'd part her thighs for me, I'd keep my eyes fixed on the back of her dad's head and reach over and massage her sweet pussy through her cotton panties until the patch between her legs was sopping wet. Every time her dad began to turn his head toward us to make some comment about the program, I'd snatch my hand away, and she and I would both smile at him like two innocent cherubs. Once he'd turn back to the TV, back my hand would go to continue its covert ops. A few times, I'd manage to insinuate a finger through the leg hole of her panties, get in between the lightly haired cunt lips, and give her a naughty little finger fuck. Meanwhile, she'd be seductively squeezing and rubbing my iron-hard penis through my pants.

Life was good for Audra and me -- better than good - terrific! I was in adolescent Nirvana, that is, until one afternoon when her dad was at the office and her mother was out grocery shopping. 

We were lying on her bed, heavy petting. We'd gone farther than we'd ever gone before. I'd gotten her panties off and was fingering her up to my last knuckle while she gently cupped and massaged the head of my cock with the silky soft palm of her hand. 

We tongued each other's mouths. I began slow humping her thigh. Then I took my dick and played a dangerous game, sliding the tip between the moist rose petals of her pussy, and gently moved it up and down, stimulating her sweet little clit. She got plenty wet. She touched me and must've felt pre-cum oozing from my pecker. She broke off from our kiss.

"Oh don't," she moaned softly into my mouth, "You'll make me have a baby."

It was the single most erotic thing anyone had every said to me. I lost control; I admit it. The head of my cock glided down the slick inner surface of her labia toward her precious opening. She made no effort to stop me. I was within a blissful millisecond of entering her. 

Then the bedroom door suddenly opened, and there stood her mother, still holding a bag of groceries, mouth agape. 

And that was all she wrote for Audra and me.

So, like I already said, I'd just turned eighteen when all the shit I'm about to tell you about happened. Eighteen. The age when most guys are just one big walking hard-on, with hormones squirting out the ears. Nowadays, kids are a lot more precocious. You got baby boys strapping on a condom while they're still in the fucking nursery!

Anyway, my dad had just left for Belgium -- Antwerp, I think -- to supervise the installation of some new printing equipment. A few days after he left, my mom woke up in the middle of the night with this horrible belly pain and started throwing up. I drove her to the ER, scared shitless. Turns out she had a ruptured ovarian cyst and had to undergo emergency surgery with one of those scope things where they make a tiny incision in the belly button. 

Afterwards, Mom was hurting pretty bad and was going to need help for a few days. I would've been fucking useless. But her mom, my Mehmah -- what all us grandkids called her -- she asked us to come stay with her while my mom was recuperating. There was plenty of room. Mehmaw had lived there with my grandfather for over twenty-five years. It was a pretty big house with a wraparound porch, a large living room, dining room, big kitchen, and five upstairs bedrooms. There were three bathrooms, I remember, one downstairs, two upstairs.

Mom wasn't up to climbing stairs, so Mehmaw made up the convertible sofa in the living room, then she got her handyman to drag an extra box spring and mattress down from the attic. She had him put it in the middle of the living room for me. Mom and Mehmaw shared the sofa bed. 

We'd only been there a few days when they broke in.

Mom had just gotten off the phone from an overseas call from my dad. The three of us had just settled down in the living room to watch the Academy Awards when we heard a noise in the kitchen. I went to look. By the time I got to the kitchen, they'd already jimmied the door and were inside -- all eight of them! The biggest fucking prison break in Texas history, and these bastards had to pick my Mehmaw's house for a hideout! 

The guy in charge -- Jared -- a big tall black guy, very dark-skinned, powerful build, salt and pepper hair and mustache (that's the way I described him later to the cops), he had a very cool, very smooth, relaxed sort of confident air about him. Soft-spoken. Never once did I hear him raise his voice, but the other guys did pretty much whatever he told them. 

He explained to us they were going to hold up in our house for a few days until it was safe to move on. He laid down all the typical bullshit you'd expect about our being okay, so long as we behaved and didn't give them any shit. 

Jared had his men unplug all the phones in the house, except the one in the kitchen. There would be no calling out, and no one was to answer the phone unless Jared himself was there to listen in on our conversations. 

As he laid out all these ground rules, his guys meanwhile had grouped around the TV in the living room, or were listening to the radio in the kitchen, to check the latest news about their breakout. The other inmates, it turns out, had started a riot as a diversion while these guys were smuggled out inside a dumpster. One of the guys' brother had the state sanitation contract. 

The State Police and National Guard were called out to put down the riot. You could tell from his interview on the tube the Warden was fucking clueless -- he wasn't even aware yet anyone had actually escaped. Still, he was cautioning the public to report any suspicious persons in the area. In the meantime, the cops were going to blanket all the surrounding neighborhoods and put up roadblocks. From the way things were shaping up, it was obvious these escaped cons were going to be with us for more than a couple of days.

The men showered the dumpster stench off themselves, and Mehmaw got busy doing several loads of wash. Then a couple of the guys started raiding the fridge, but Jared put a quick stop to that. He made an inventory of all the food in the house, then set up a rationing system to make the food last as long as he thought they'd need. 

Gradually, the guys began gathering in the living room. They acted like they were interested in the news, but I realize now they were mostly scoping out my mom. Even lying there on the sofa, sick as she was, she must've looked pretty fucking good to a bunch of guys who probably hadn't been near a woman without glass and wire separating them for months or probably even years. 

My mom was about thirty-eight at the time and had beautiful blond hair and a peaches-and-cream complexion. She was a real beautiful woman. Nice full bust, beautiful long legs. She had deep green eyes, full lips, and pearly white teeth. She had this little black mole to the right above her top lip that my dad always said he tried to kiss off her. Anyway, you could see these guys leering at her. I overheard a couple of them making none-too-subtle remarks about what they'd like to do to her given the chance. 

None of this eluded my grandmother. She went up to Jared and told him in no uncertain terms he'd better keep his men on a tight lead, explaining that my mom had just had surgery and was in real frail condition. Actually, Mehmaw made my mom sound a lot worse than she really was, to protect her. Jared took it all in, but he looked worried. After all, he was in charge of all these horny guys. I guess he wasn't relishing the idea of having to lay down the law to them about keeping their peckers in their pants. 

When Jared called them together to tell them Mom was off-limits, several of the guys began grousing. When one guy - a Columbian, I think -- started showing his ass, Jared pulled him into the hall and shoved him up against the wall, and the guy suddenly became all docile and shit. But you know Jared had to have been trying figure out how he was going to keep all these guys in check. 

That's when I noticed him turn and look at my Mehmaw. She was seeing to my mom, and it looked like to me he was sizing my grandmother up now in a whole different way. 

My mom got her good looks from Mehmaw, who was what they used to call "a fine figure of a woman". She was about sixty-three years old at the time. She was fairly tall - about five-seven -- with bright blue eyes, square jaw, nice straight teeth and pretty aquiline features, with high cheekbones and a full mouth. Her hair was a pretty silvery gray that she liked to keep cut sort of short. I always thought it made her look a little stern and intimidating. Her hair and make-up were always just so. She went to the beauty parlor every week, and went to church at least twice a week. Her daddy -- my great grandfather -- had been a Presbyterian pastor. 

She had his same prim, proper ways. Although she was tending a little toward the heavy side, she was still a real looker, my Mehmaw. She had this really huge bust that jutted way out that I myself had a hard time not staring at whenever she wore anything the least little bit revealing. Let's be honest, most guys will check out nice cleavage, no matter who it belongs to. I once overheard one of my younger uncles, who was known to have an eye for the ladies, tell my dad they should've named Mehmaw "Biltmore", like the hotel, because she was "built more." She had wide womanly hips that had carried six babies, and a nice large rounded butt. She was a real statuesque beauty, my grandmother. She had an almost a regal air about her. And you'd know that when she'd set her mouth a certain way -- what my Paw-Paw used to call "getting her Irish up" -- you'd best back off, and I mean fast, if you knew what was good for you. 

After talking things over with his men, Jared took Mehmaw aside and he spoke to her in a hushed voice. During all this, she stared at him with her usual frosty expression. I don't know what he said, but he must have said something that shocked the shit out of her, because suddenly her hand flew up to her face and she gave a little outcry that my mother didn't notice -- but I sure did. It wasn't she just appeared flustered. It was something I'd never seen in her before: fear. 

She looked from Jared to all those mean, skuzzy bastards, and then back to Jared again. He cocked his head first toward his men, then toward my mom, like he was giving her some sort of ultimatum. 

Mehmaw ordered him to come with her into the kitchen so they could talk it over in private. They were too far away for me to hear what was said, but you could tell from their body language that they were having a real blow out. Mehmaw was trying her best to talk him out of something. But Jared - well, he just wasn't backing down. She glanced back again at all those guys, then at my poor mother who was lying on the sofa, looking so pale and weak. Then, Mehmaw looked like she was desperately pleading with Jared, but he was stone-faced. 

Mehmaw sank down on a kitchen chair, like all the strength had suddenly left her legs. Then she lowered her eyes and, after a long moment, nodded. She'd obviously given in to whatever it was he was demanding of her. 

Jared came back into the living room alone, took his men into the hall, to explain things while Mehmaw sat there in the kitchen, staring off into space, looking, well ... devastated.

Everything seemed to go uneventfully the rest of the day, except that Mehmaw seemed unusually distracted and jittery, especially whenever she had to be around those men. You could she was trying to give them a wide berth. I helped her fix dinner and set everything out on the table. Afterwards, once the dishes were done and things put away, my mom and I played a few games of Chinese checkers while Mehmaw took her normal before-bedtime shower. 

At about ten o'clock, Jared came in and announced it was time for everyone to go to bed. He seemed very gentle -- even solicitous -- toward my mom, making sure she took her pain medicine. In fact, he even insisted she take double the dose, and she did because she'd been hurting all evening. She also took something the doctor had given her for nausea, which always made her very sleepy, and on top of all that, she took a sleeping pill. I was surprised when Jared told her to take double the normal dose. Then Jared told me to take two sleeping pills, too. I took them from his hand and put them in my mouth, but when I went to take a sip of water, something told me not to swallow the medicine, so I pocketed the pills in my cheek and then later spit them out and flushed them down the commode when I went to brush my teeth. I didn't want to be doped up; I wanted to be on my guard.

I started to head for the bed in the middle of the room, but Mehmaw told me I'd better sleep with my mom tonight. Trying to hide her nervousness, she got my mom and me all tucked in, gave us both a good night kiss, then went over to the box springs and mattress in the center of the living room and sat down to undress. She looked preoccupied. She'd started to reach back to get the zipper of her dress, but then realized that Jared was still standing in the doorway, watching her. She stared back at him with pure hatred until finally he turned off the overhead light and left the room. 

I could hear the sound of the zipper and then the rustling of material as my grandmother pulled her dress off. In the dim light from the hallway, I watched as Mehmaw rolled down her nylons and slipped them off her legs -- nice looking legs, I thought, for someone her age. Then she reached around behind her to undo her bra. I'd never seen her get undressed before. As she slipped the bra out from under her slip and bent over to lay it on the floor, I could see her massive breasts swing free, making their huge imprints on that sheer silk. I saw her breasts shift around as she lay down in bed, mounding up on her chest like big throw pillows. Then she pulled the covers extra tight up under her chin. A moment later, someone turned out the light in the hall and everything was plunged in darkness with just a little illumination coming from the upstairs hall light.

It wasn't long before Mom was softly snoring beside me. She was really zonked from all that medicine. I just lay there, wide-awake, feeling kind of nervous and excited, sensing something weird was about to happen, but I didn't know what. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I must have lain there a good half-hour, shifting my eyes back and forth from the doorway to my grandmother. 

I was just about to dose off when suddenly I heard something in the hall. I strained my ears. I heard it again -- the sound of bare feet scuffing along the hall rug. Occasionally, there would be a small creak from the wooden floorboards. I looked over at Mehmaw to see if she'd maybe gotten up, but I could see her still lying there in bed. 


Grandmother's Sacrifice Ch. 01



I had just cut my eyes back to the hallway when I saw the hulking silhouette of a large man looming there in the doorway. I immediately faked being asleep. The guy stood there for a little while, I guess letting his eyes adjust to the dark. Then he bent down and moved towards my grandmother. I heard the rustling of covers and then a soft frightened murmur from Mehmaw, followed by a deep, gruff male whisper. 

Not being able to hear what they were saying, I gathered up the courage to slip out of my bed -- careful not to wake my mom -- and crawled quiet as I could, inching my way across the bare wood floor toward a large stuffed armchair a couple or three feet from Mehmaw's bed. I crouched behind the armchair and listened to their conversation. 

"What do you want from me?" my grandmother whispered harshly. "Go away! Leave me alone!"

"Jared said you'd do us," the guy said.

"Do what? What is it you want?"

"You know."

"I don't know."

"C'mon, cut the shit." I heard rustling from the bed, then a flash of white as he tossed his underwear across the floor toward the hall doorway. "Here, touch my dick," he said.

Touch his dick! Mehmaw? Jesus Christ!

"No!" she said.

"You want us to mess with your gal over there?"

"You leave her alone!"

"Then do it!" 

After a pause, I heard my grandmother ask, "How do you want me to touch you?"

"Jerk me off." Jerk him off? Mehmaw? Jesus fucking Christ! "Put your fingers 'round the tip of my cock and move your hand up and down ... like this ... yeah but gentle. Loosen your hand up ... yeah, like that. Put some spit on it."

"What? No," she said, obviously revolted by the thought. 

"Spit on my fuckin' dick!"

A moment later I heard her politely spit.

"No, c'mon, Jesus Christ! Put some juice in it!"

I heard her spit again.

"Awright, now move your hand up and down on me." 

I heard the sound of her hand moving up and down on moist flesh. 

"Yeah, that's it, don't stop ... yeah ..." I heard him sigh with pleasure. After a while, he said, "Good, now run your thumb in circles around the tip ... Ahh ... oh yeah ... ohh, that feels good, yeah, keep it up. Oh yeah. Now touch my balls. Cup 'em in your hand, squeeze 'em gentle, yeah ... oh yeah, like that." He sighed and softly moaned. Then: "Jerk me." Again came the sound of her masturbating him. 

"There's fluid leaking from your penis," Mehmaw said. "Are you having an orgasm?" She didn't know about pre-cum, I guess. 

"No, I ain't ready. Here, kiss me." The guy was starting to breathe heavy. 

"No --" she said, but he forced his mouth on hers. She must've been stiff-lipping him, but he kept on until she yielded. I heard him noisily making out with her for a minute or so, moaning into her mouth. He started fondling Mehmaw's breasts through her slip, running his hands all over them, tweaking and rubbing the nipples around and around through the silk with the palm of his hand. 

"Oh, what are you doing?" Mehmaw said. She sounded disquieted.

"Feel good?" the man asked. 

"No," Mehmaw said, "it's irritating."

"Oh, I love big tits," the man moaned, grabbing two big handfuls. "God awmighty! You got some of the biggest ol' titties I ever felt." 

I could imagine her large nipples stiffening, jutting through the silk. He sucked one into his mouth. "Mmmm," he moaned. And then he must have nipped her. 

"Oh, don't, it hurts," she whined, "Don't use your teeth." 

"This thing you're wearin' --"

"My slip --"

"Pull it up. I wanna feel you naked." The guy was getting himself excited just talking about it. Me too. There was the rustle of silk as she raised her slip up over her breasts to her neck. He resumed caressing and kissing her, then had her hold her arms up while he ran his hands all over, from her armpits to her breasts and down to her belly. He then commanded: "Take it off." 

She sat up. Her huge breasts lifted up and thrust out as she pulled her slip over her head. I had never seen her naked breasts before. Even in the poor lighting, I could see they were humongous and beautifully shaped, with large, thick nipples projecting from the lower third of her breasts.

"Oh, you got some fuckin' rack on you, honey," he said admiringly. He hefted her tits and started slobbering all over them. "Oh," he moaned, "great big huge heavy titties." He was getting more breathless. "I fuckin' love 'em --!"

"Be quiet," my grandmother hissed, "You're squeezing too hard. Oh, you're pinching my nipples!" 

He sucked some of her breast into his mouth. 

"Oh, God, you're biting me! Oh please don't! Oh, what are you doing, licking me? Don't be disgusting. Oh! Be careful with my nipples, they're tender. Oh, don't suck so hard -- Ow! Oh God! Don't bite me anymore, please! You'll -- Oh no God!"

I heard him sucking her flesh, then he moved his mouth to the other nipple and gave it the same rough treatment.

"Oh! Why are you sucking me so hard?" she whimpered. He started running his tongue around and around the nipple. "Oh -- oh that feels so strange." I don't know if she was getting aroused, but I know I sure was.

Then he laid back and said, "Okay, jack me off. Yeah, yeah, feels good! Now touch me gentle behind my balls."

"Like that?" Mehmaw asked. 

"Yeah, mmm," the guy said with a little catch in his breath. After a little while he said, "Awright, now I want you to blow me." 

"I don't know what you mean." 

I knew what it meant. I couldn't believe my ears. Mehmaw, with a cock in her mouth? I got so excited.

"For crissake, suck my fuckin' dick."

"I most certainly will not!" Mehmaw said sharply. "And watch your filthy mouth. You're in my house now, not a prison."

The man, in a harsh voice, said, "You better, 'less you want I should go over there and get your little gal --?"

"Leave her alone!" Mehmaw said, "I'll do it." Then softer: "Can't you have an orgasm if I just masturbate you?"

"Suck my fuckin' cock -- or else," he threatened.

In the pause that followed, I could sense Mehmaw steeling herself for the ordeal that was about to come. With her back to me, she lay on an elbow and her head descended, then began rising and falling rhythmically. I could just imagine his hard cock in her prim, warm, grandmotherly mouth. My dick got hard as iron; I ran my hand inside my under shorts and started touching myself. From time to time, I heard her soft slurping and smacking sounds intermixed with his heavy breathing.

"Oh fuck," the man moaned, "Use your tongue, lick it ... the tip ... yeah, like that ... oh God, feels good. Now kiss it up and down ... yeah, yeah that's it." 

I wanted so badly to see her going down on him, but I had to content myself with just picturing it in my mind. 

"Now suck me again but harder. Yeah ... Oh you old cocksuckin' slut --"

There was a quick plopping sound as my grandmother spat out his cock and whispered in alarm: "Hush your filthy mouth! You're talking too loud! You'll wake them!"

"Here, lemme feel your titties," said the man, huskily. Then, for the next couple of minutes, he must've been manhandling her breasts and I heard nothing but his occasional sighs accompanied by wet sucking sounds as Mehmaw serviced him with her mouth. Then: "Suck my balls."

Mehmaw reacted vehemently: "I certainly will not! I'm not an animal!"

"Do it," the man threatened in a coarse whisper, "or I swear to Christ --"

"No-no-no, just ... just spread your legs. I can't get to you in this position."

I heard her softly grunt as she contorted herself, laying her belly over his thigh, to take his scrotum in her mouth. 

"Oh yeah, suck my bag -- oh!" His breathing was coming faster. "Now lick my balls ... yeah. Now run your tongue all 'round the tip of my tool ... yeah, all around like that. Run your tongue back and forth over the tip."

Mehmaw said, "There's more liquid coming out. Are you sure you're not having an orgasm?"

"I ain't ready to cum yet. Lick the juice, it won't kill ya."

"It's salty," she said.

"Put your lips just around the head and suck it. Okay, now go all the way down on it."

"I'll choke," she complained, but she tried doing as demanded, and it did make her gag. 

"Move your head up and down." 

Her head went back to bobbing again. I could hear the soft sucking sounds and the man's moans of mounting pleasure.

After a while he croaked, "If you keep that up I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Here, quick, lie on your back."

"Why? What're you going to do?"

"What do you mean, what'm I gonna do? I'm gonna fuck you."

"No!" Mehmaw exclaimed.

"Get on your goddamn back!" 

"I don't want to have intercourse with you. You can have an orgasm, can't you, if I just keep on using my mouth?" 

I heard her resume sucking him, and he let her do it for a while, but then he finally pushed her head away and said, "Get on your back."

"No, please --"

"Lie on your fuckin' back!" He pushed her over and forced her legs apart. 

"Oh don't!" she pleaded.

"Listen, I ain't had a woman in five years. You're gettin' your brains fucked out tonight, baby, an' that's no lie." 

"No, don't --!"

He got between her legs and rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth over her pussy lips. Then he must have stuck the head inside her. 

"Oho, oh don't, don't, don't, no," she babbled, "I don't want you to. 

I'm pretty certain he must've been the first man other than my grandfather to have sex with her. And here she is, my Mehmaw, being violated by a fucking convict! And I'm two feet away from all this, watching it. Jesus Christ!

"Oh, no, don't! Oh! Ow! Ow, oh you're hurting -- Stop! How old are you?"

"Me? I'm thirty."

"I'm thirty-three years older than you. It's like having sex with your mother. How can you do this?"

"My momma never had tits like yours," he said, and started humping her.

"Oho! Oho!" Mehmaw hooted.

"Shut the fuck up! Keep your voice down," the guy said. He must have been wild with lust. He began pumping her hard. "Oh shit, your pussy's so tight!" he groaned. 

Little involuntary gasps escaped from Mehmaw with each thrust. He bore down on her, grinding. She moaned deep and low. He slipped his arms under her thighs and hiked them up to deepen his angle of penetration. 

"Oh, what're you doing?" Mehmaw asked, unnerved. 

He kept the backs of her thighs propped up on his chest as he went to work on her. He was getting all the way into Mehmaw now; I could hear his balls slapping against her ass. Whenever he bore in extra deep, her cunt made wet, rubbery, stretching sounds.

"Oho! Too hard - ahaaah! Not so hard! Ohh! Oh, you're too deep! Oh God! Too - unnh -- deep! Nunnhh! Nunnhh!" 

He rolled her further up onto her shoulders, the soles of her feet pointing up at the ceiling. As he fucked her, she grunted and wheezed as the breath was squeezed out of her with each descending stroke. 

"A-herrhh .... heh-herrrhhhh ... Unnhh ... heh-herrhhh ..." He was going into her nearly straight up and down, like an oil derrick. "Huunnh!" she gasped. "Ahaarrrh!! You're crushing me! Ucch! Huh-hurrrhh! I can't breathe -- eh-heh-herrhhh ..." 

Her pleading seemed to only further excite him. He sank down into her extra hard, rotated his hips, grinding in deep, his cock going 'round and 'round. 

Mehmaw felt it, all right. "Uh-hurrh!" she groaned. "Oooo-hah-haarrh! Oh God! Oh God! Errrhhhh-ah!"

The breath seethed between his teeth as he sped up his pace. The bed shuddered non-stop as he hammered her like a madman, accompanied by the sound of flesh smacking flesh.

"Unnh!" he grunted. "Oh -- I'm gonna cum --"

"Oh no-no-no, don't! Pull out!" 

"I'm fixin' to cum a bucketful --"

"Don't --"

His body was wracked by a series of shuddering spasms as he began to spew his cum into her. 

Mehmaw groaned as she felt his seed spurting: "Oh my God!"

Slowly, his spasms subsided. He lay heavily on top of her, not moving. I could imagine his thick mass of sperm pooling inside her. No doubt about it, Mehmaw was thoroughly defiled now. 

"Get off," she gasped, "I can't breathe."

He finally pulled out and collapsed heavily beside her on the mattress. 

I quickly scooted back to the sofa bed and got under the sheets beside my mother. At last the man got up and left the room. 

I heard my grandmother softly sobbing. But then, almost immediately, another male form appeared in the doorway and without hesitation went straight to her bed. 

I heard her say, "Oh please, I need to get up to douche --"

But he climbed on her and immediately entered her. I heard her small outcry of surprise, then the sound of flesh smacking flesh. I was almost too afraid to move from my bed for a closer look, but finally worked up my nerve I got and crawled like a commando back behind the armchair. A couple of times I heard squishing sounds as he fucked in the other guy's sperm, then I heard cunt farts followed by more squishing. 

The man murmured through his heavy breathing. "Can you - unh -- feel me inside you?" 

"Oh, yeh-hess," Mehmaw said, lightly panting.

After several minutes, I heard the man moan softly as he began discharging his wad, "Unhh! Fuck!" My grandmother moaned right along with him. 

After he was through, he got off her and staggered from the room.

Another man entered and plunked himself down beside Mehmaw. 

"Get on your belly," he said gruffly, "an' don't sass me. Raise your ass up, c'mon."

He positioned her the way he wanted, then commenced fucking her doggy style. He reached around, clutching her swaying breasts in his two fists, and roughly rode her like a bull on a heifer. I heard her grunt and groan. 

After a while, he lay on his back and ordered her to get on top. I saw her huge breasts swing out as she ponderously swung a leg over to straddle him. She held herself open with two hands, then eased herself down, slowly impaling herself on his cock. He gripped her ass and began fucking away. He shifted his hands to her waist and pulled her down, burying his cock up to its roots in her. She tried to suppress her outcries. 

A few minutes later, he said, grunting, "You work now, you bitch!" 

She began rapidly rocking her hips back and forth.

"No, goddammit, slow down!"

She obediently slowed the pace, rocking back and forth, allowing his cock to explore every inch of her. And then:

"Keep goin' ... I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh no!" my grandmother gasped, as she felt him spurting. 

After about twenty seconds of exhausted silence, Mehmaw climbed off of him and fell heavily onto her belly. 

The moment he left, I returned to my bed and for the rest of the night I lay listening to the sounds of my mother's snoring mixed with the obscene sounds of my grandmother being raped. They let her go pee a couple of times, but as soon as she got back, they'd start in again. They fucked her six ways from sundown, using her like a cheap whore. 

As dawn began to break and daylight crept into the room, I peeked out from under the covers, as the last of the bunch had her. It was the headman now -- Jared. Good leader that he was, he'd made sure his men had been catered to first. Now it was his turn, and he was making the most of it. He lay on his back with Mehmaw straddling him.

By dawn's early light I saw my full-figured grandmother, drenched in sweat, her once perfectly coiffed gray hair now matted close to her skull. Her big hips were pumping and grinding, her huge boobs swaying to the rhythm of their movements, getting pounded from below by his huge ebony cock playing hide-and-seek in her cum-oozing cunt. 

She looked exhausted, delirious. He'd give her a series of long, sensuous strokes followed by hard, brutal, staccato jabs that had her swooning. Her chin dropped onto her chest, her eyes closed, while his big hands roamed her tits, kneading them, pushing them together. He strained his neck up to kiss and suck the thick protruding nipples. As he did, she looked down at him, lips parted, overcome by sexual heat. 

He changed tempo, slowly running all the way in and out. Her head lolled, side-to-side. She bit her lower lip and swept her tongue across her lips as she rode him. He pulled her face down to him, mashing their lips together, running his tongue inside her mouth. Her mouth went slack, too weak to resist. Their faces deformed salaciously. 

He pushed her back upright and gave her rapid-fire, hard pistoning strokes. A torrent of moans flowed from her. Now he pulled her toward him again, his face sandwiched between her huge tits. He sucked a nipple between his lips, then nipped it gently between his teeth. Mehmaw whimpered through her panting, her face flushed a deep brilliant red. I had never seen such an expression. Her usually composed and dignified features were distorted almost beyond recognition by her feverish sexual exertions. 

One of her hands lay on his broad chest, the other on his hip, as she chunked herself feverishly up and down on him. I caught flashes of his thickly veined, ebony shaft, slick and shiny with her juices, sawing in and out of her cunt. She began making undulating hip movements, then rocked forward till barely the last inch of him was still inside, then leaned way back, engulfing him all the way up to his balls. 

I watched, mesmerized as she reached back on his command to massage his swollen nuts. She became more vocal: "Oho ... oho-ho-ho - ahaarrhh!" A violent shudder went through her and her breathing became strained.

All of this, I now realize, were signs of her climaxing. After she came, her posture was limp, but then his continuous, non-stop thrusting got her revved up all over again. You could see it build, each time a little bigger. She seemed increasingly distressed. 

"Oh," I heard her plead after one of her explosive orgasms, "Stop! Oh God stop! You're going to kill me! Oho!"

I must have witnessed her have at least four orgasms in rapid succession. No wonder she was exhausted, considering the workout he was giving her after she'd already serviced all those other men. 

Finally, mercifully, his grunting began to crescendo. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down as hard as he could onto his cock. I could see his entire body stiffen, then release in shuddering waves as he began pulsing his sperm into her. 

Her body convulsed with the shock of his throbbing inside her. "Oho! Oho!" Mehmaw exclaimed. "Eh-herr-herrhhh!" 

He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her down to him, kissing her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, probably not even realizing she was doing it. 

God knows how much cum he'd put up inside her. Probably enough to make a hundred black babies. A good thing Mehmaw isn't in her childbearing years anymore, I thought; she'd be knocked up for sure. 

After it was all over, she lay sprawled across his broad chest, completely done in, her voluminous breasts spilling out between them. 

He rolled her off him, got up, threw the top sheet over her naked body, and walked out of the room, his dark black back and buttocks still glistening with sweat. 

I looked at Mehmaw. She was already sound asleep.



Grandmother's Sacrifice Ch. 02



I awakened a little after 9 a.m. to my mother crawling over me to get out of bed. She shuffled off to the bathroom, groggy, hand pressed to her belly. Mehmaw lay asleep on her belly, dead to the world. 

Two or three hours later, all the men were up and demanding breakfast. I later found out Jared had had at two of them taking turns in shifts standing guard over us all night. I'd never seen the sneaky bastards. 

Jared shook Mehmaw awake. She looked up at him, bleary-eyed, and then slowly forced herself out of bed. She appeared completely subdued, with no vestige of her former regal bearing. She pulled the coverlet around her like a shawl and went upstairs to shower and dress. 

The instant she and Jared left the room, I hurried over to the bed to check out the sheets. It lookedlike the NFL had fucked in it for a week. There were several stiff-as-starch patches of dried cum, and some other patches still damp and sticky. In the right hand corner at the head of the bed was a mixture of what looked like dried cum and bile. They'd made Mehmaw swallow so much semen, I suppose, that it'd made her vomit. The odor of sex and sweat clung to the sheets. It was something I'd never smelled before; it made my head swim. 

Mehmaw served my mother and me breakfast first. She avoided eye contact with us as she set the food in front of us, as though she were concealing a terrible, shameful secret -- which, of course, I knew she was. When my mother asked her how she'd slept, Mehmaw just sort of muttered, "Not so well", and quickly changed the subject.

I later watched from the living room as my grandmother went around the dining room table, dishing out eggs and sausage to the cons. Whenever one of them would squeeze her ass or try putting his hand up her skirt, she'd give him a vicious swat. They just sniggered. I couldn't get over the nerve of these guys: they were, like, twenty to forty years younger than she was, but they treated her so crudely, like she was their private whore. I'm ashamed now to admit that it both sickened and excited me. 

In less than a day my whole world had been turned upside down. 

I couldn't reconcile the grandmother I'd known for the past eighteen years with everything I'd witnessed during the night. Mehmaw was the family matriarch. She was the one who presided over all our family gatherings, all the holidays and special occasions. She was our Queen Mother. But while she could be imposing, formidable and reserved, she also had her warm side. I remembered how on weekends my cousins and I would beg our folks to let us sleep over at Mehmaw and Paw-Paw's. I remembered the big Sunday breakfasts she'd fix. Then we'd all go to church and listen to her play the organ for the choir. As far as we were concerned, she was the star, the main attraction. Then after Paw-Paw passed away, it was Mehmah who'd held us all together with her stoic grace. 

Now these mental images of my grandmother were clashing chaotically with the images I now had of all that bestial tit pulling, cock jerking, sucking and fucking. 

How could I ever look at Mehmaw the same way? The truth was, I never could.

The men spent most of the day flipping channels on the radio and television, checking for any news of their escape. By now, the authorities knew there'd been a breakout. A couple of times a lookout by the dining room window would report cop cars cruising the neighborhood, but none ever stopped. There were discussions among the men about when it would be safe for them to try to leave. Jared thought they wouldn't be able to budge for at least two or three more days. 

They left my mother and me pretty much to ourselves. Mom wasn't used to taking so much pain medication, so she stayed pretty sedated. I spent my time reading and napping; after all, I'd been up all night, too. For her part, Mehmaw tried to keep her distance from the men, washing dishes, doing loads of wash, stuff like that. 

After she'd gotten everyone their lunch, she headed upstairs to put away the fresh linen. I noticed three of the men look around for Jared, then slyly follow her upstairs. I looked over at my mother who was dosing on the sofa.

I was getting that nervous, excited feeling again. I went to the foot of the stairs. I couldn't see anything, so I went quietly as I could halfway up the stairs for a look. 

Mehmaw had finished putting away the linen in the hall closet and turned around to find the three guys in a semi-circle around her. One of them was a tall, skinny black guy, one a medium-sized white guy with slicked back red hair, and the other was a short, stocky Mexican with a bunch of tattoos on his arms and neck.

The Mexican said, "Hey, we need to talk to you a minute, okay?" Before she could say anything, they herded Mehmaw into one of the guest bedrooms and closed the door. I took the stairs two at a time and put my ear against the door, but I could barely make out their voices. I went into the adjoining bedroom where I used to spend the night when I was younger. There was an old knothole in the closet wall, which looked into the next bedroom. When we were little kids I used to use it to spy on my cousins when we'd play hide-and-seek. Someone had wallpapered over the knothole from the other side, but I found a pen in the nightstand and used it to gently poke a hole through the paper, then ran it around and around to widen the hole. Fortunately, the closet door in the other bedroom was open. There was nothing hanging in the closet, so I had a mostly unobstructed view through the knothole of Mehmaw and the three men. 

She was standing in the middle of the bedroom, trying to look stern and unafraid. The bed lay lengthwise against the wall behind her. The Mexican came up to her, real friendly like, and put a hand on her shoulder. I couldn't hear perfectly, but I make out most of what they were saying.

"That was some good shit you give us last night, Mama, y'know?" His hand caressed her throat. She started looking real nervous. "First time any of us had a woman in a long time." His fingers moved down to the sweeping curves of her breasts. He undid the top two buttons of her blouse and spread the collar, revealing her bosom overflowing her brassiere. She started breathing faster out of fear; you could see the quickening rise and fall of her voluminous tits.

"We'd like to sample a little more of that hospitality. Have us a little party, just the four of us." Mehmaw bolted for the door, but the other guys cut her off. 

"No please," she begged. "I have things to do downstairs. I --"

"Later," the Mexican guy said. He unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and pushed it back, baring her shoulders. The white guy meanwhile had gotten behind her and was unzipping her skirt. She tried to twist around to stop him, but the Mexican and the black guy held her as the white guy pulled her skirt down around her ankles. Mehmaw was now standing in her bra, half-slip, shoes and stockings. The Mexican caressed her bra-covered tits with both hands. Mehmaw was stiff with fright. 

"Let me go, please," she pleaded. "My daughter and grandson will be wondering where I am --"

"You ain't gotta go nowhere, Mehmaw-sita," the Mexican crooned, then started slowly kissing her neck, working his way to her shoulder. The white guy, meanwhile, unhooked her brassiere, and the Mexican yanked it away. My grandmother quickly tried covering herself with her arms, but the white guy jerked her arms back, her huge tits jutting out. The Mexican fastened his lips over a nipple and began to suck and lick. Mehmaw watched with an expression of sheer disgust. 

The black guy pulled her slip down from around her waist to her feet. He knelt and lifted each foot clear, running his hands slowly up the inside of her hose-covered legs, then to the naked flesh of her plump thighs above the hose, then to her crotch. He slipped a couple of fingers inside the cut-outs of her panties to invade her thick, hairy cunt lips. 

"Don't do that," she snapped, as he finger fucked her

The black guy looked up at her with a sneer, then kissed the inside of her thigh where it joined her belly. When he started tugging her panties down, she tried bringing her knees together, but he wedged himself between her thighs and finally worked her panties all the way off, leaving her standing now just in her stockings, garter belt and shoes. I could see her chubby mons, covered by a bush of silver and brown pubic hair. 

"Everything's gonna be okay," the Mexican said, "but you gotta do us right. You gotta be a good -- whatchoo call it? -- hostess."

He pushed Mehmaw down on the bed, quickly unzipped his pants, and pulled out a long, thick, uncircumcised cock that had some sort of blue tattoo on the shaft. 

"Now look what we got here," he said, as he moved closer to my grandmother. "You see that?" He held the tip of his cock near her tightly pursed lips. "Pancho wants to say hello. C'mon," he coaxed. She turned her head away. "Ain't no way to behave," he said. "C'mon. You gonna hurt Pancho's feelin's."

"We could always get the other lady," the white guy. "I mean, if you'd druther."

"Yeah," the black guy said, "Get us some younger pussy."

Mehmaw reluctantly gave in, and wound up blowing all of them. They made her do everything. The Mexican took his blowjob with Mehmaw seated at the edge of the bed, him standing in front of her.

I watched my grandmother's aristocratic face distort as the head of his cock distended the inside of her cheek. He made her slowly turn her head back and forth, then had her turn her face to the ceiling and run her lips and teeth up and down along his shaft, then kiss and suck the head. At one point he made her swirl her tongue around and around the tip as he sighed with pleasure. Then he made her suck him off with her hands down by her sides, guiding her head movements with his fingers entwined in her hair.

"Sacca la lingua, mama-sita. Stick out your tongue -- No, mas ... maaas... stick it out more," he instructed her. He rested the thick belly of his dick on her protruded tongue and started to slowly move his hips, his cock sliding back and forth across the surface of her tongue. He came in spastic waves. When it was over, she sat, retching, cum and frothy saliva pouring over her lips. 

The black guy took his blowjob lying on the bed, his back propped up on pillows, while she knelt on the floor between his legs. After he came on her face, he wiped the tip of his cock back and forth over her spermy lips.

The white guy was next. He had her sit on the floor, her back against the mattress, while he fucked her face. At one point, he tilted her head all the way back, making her deep throat him. She grew bug-eyed, throat bulging with cock. He finally came deep in her mouth. 

While she was giving the white guy his blowjob, I saw the Mexican whisper something to the black guy who then slipped out of the room. He came back a short time later with a collection of bathroom articles and a couple of towels. I didn't give it much notice at the time, but as soon as the white man shot his load, the other two grabbed hold of her. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, scared.

"We gonna shave you, Mama" the Mexican said, chuckling, "Give you a nice close shave." While one guy held Mehmaw down, the other guy pulled off her shoes, stockings and garter belt. They then spread her legs wide apart. The Mexican lathered her twat with shaving cream, then took out Paw-Paw's old straight razor. Mehmaw cried out in fear as he came towards her.

"Hold still, you ol' bitch, or I'll carve you a new pussy."

He meticulously shaved off almost all her pubic hair, leaving just a small triangular beard above the mons. Pretty, delicate looking inner labia protruded from the thicker outer lips. It made her look strangely young and obscene -- like Audra. The Mexican toweled her off, then stood back to admire his handiwork. 

"You look good enough to eat."

He wasted no further time in getting down on his knees and fastening his mouth to her pussy. He spread her labia with his fingers as he went to work on her clit. 

"Get away from me!" Mehmaw said. "You're disgusting!"

The Mexican looked up with a grin. "Tangy," he said to the others, then continued working her over with his tongue, using it to penetrate her cunt. After a while, entirely I'm sure against her will, her pelvis begin making these small, agitated movements. She closed her eyes, her face gradually taking on a look of helpless surrender. At some point she gave a deep sigh. I don't know for sure if she had an orgasm; it's possible. 

Finally, they forced Mehmaw to her knees.

"No, please, don't!" she pleaded.

The black guy got on the bed with her and started massaging the cheeks of her ass, then inserted first one, then two fingers into her vagina.

"You're hurting!" she cried out, looking back while supporting herself on her hands and knees.

"Spread yo' pussy fo' me," he ordered. She hesitated a moment before reaching back to expose herself, her face registering fear and contempt.

He notched the tip of his cock at the mouth of her vagina, then slowly penetrated her. 

"Oho!" Mehmaw cried, as the black guy put half the length of his cock up her. Her top teeth bit into her bottom lip.

Making little back and forth movements, little by little he burrowed into her, until his belly was pressed flat against her backside. He placed his hands on her hips and began pumping. Her mammoth tits swayed back and forth and rhythmically collided. 

Finally, she said, "Oh please, my arms and knees are aching. I need to lie down a moment."

They let her lie on her back. The black guy now got on top of her and reinserted himself, while the Mexican stood by the head of the bed and made her blow him. There was a lot of moaning and grunting. After about ten minutes, the black guy came, yelling, "Fuck!" The white dude had a thick cock with an upward bend to it. He turned Mehmaw onto her belly again and started fucking her doggy-style. 

"You've got to let me rest," Mehmaw complained, "I'm not a young woman."

But the guy ignored her. Her whole body shook with his pounding. 

A minute or so later, he spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing her anus. He wet his thumb with the overflow from her sloppy cunt, then started running it around the edge of her asshole, gradually working it inside.

Mehmaw lifted her head in horror. "No, no, don't do that! You can't have sex in my anus!"

"Been doin' it fer years, Granny," the white guy laughed. "Don't see no reason to quit now."

"Oh no!" she exclaimed.

The other men chuckled knowingly as the man increased his assault on her nether region with his thumb, plunging it deeper and deeper into her.

"Take it out!" "Why?" he asked innocently. "Don't you like it?"

"No-ho-ho!" she blubbered. "It's disgusting! Take it out!"

But this only egged him on. Within moments he was reaming her ass with two fingers while he continued pounding and grinding her pussy with his cock. 

"I hear ya knockin' but ya can't come in! Whooo!" the black guy sang as he handed a jar of cold cream to the white guy who then slapped a thick glob over my grandmother's asshole, then quickly withdrew from her cunt and coated his cock with the rest. He positioned the head of his penis at her pouting brown hole. With a look of lustful determination, he pressed in about half an inch.

Mehmaw screamed. 

The Mexican hastily covered her head with a pillow to muffle the noise. The white guy bore down on her now until the purple knob of his cock popped in. Mehmaw cried out like she'd just been stabbed. You could hear her under the pillow: "Uhh-haaar! Nuunnh! Take it out! Ow-wow-wow!"

Her rear-end assailant, meanwhile, kept on gradually working himself into her, stopping every so often to get a better purchase on her hips before shoving in deeper. She instinctively tried lowering herself to the mattress to try to escape the onslaught, but he followed her on down, eventually pinning her in place by planting his knees over the backs of her thighs. 

Her hands grabbed hold of the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Then, with his cock swollen to its full gargantuan size, he clutched her around the waist and began tunneling into her ruthlessly. 

Mehmaw commenced screaming in earnest. "OH GOD! AAAHHHH! OH PLEAAAASE! AAAAHH! AAAAAAAHH! HELP ME!" Then, as he pressed his full weight down on her, she loudly exhaled, "Ah-herrh!" He started giving her short, rapid ramming jabs intermixed with hard grinding accompanied by his swiveling his hips for some extra torque. By now, Mehmaw was snorting into the mattress and squealing, struggling to catch her breath under the pillow. The man held her thick waist in a vise-like grip and proceeded to give her a vicious, prison league butt fucking. She went limp and for a moment and I thought she'd passed out, but, unfortunately for her, she was still wide awake. He must have ripped her anus at some point, because I noticed bright red blood beginning to mingle with the stark whiteness of the cold cream coating his cock.

"Looks like you got you a cherry there, Bronco," the Mexican said.

"Muuhhh!" cried Mehmaw into the mattress, "Oooo -- muuhhh! Urrrhh!"

"She's a tight one," the guy called Bronco said admiringly, patting her on the butt. He rose up on his tiptoes to penetrate her deeper. "Fuck! Y'all need t'get yerself a piece of this shit -- unnh -- after I'm done bustin' her wide open for y'all."

"Don't have to invite us twice, man," the Mexican said with a laugh.

"Your husband ever fuck you in the ass?" Bronco asked Mehmaw. 

"Nunh ... Nuunh!" Mehmaw protested. 

"Bet he did - unnh. Bet he fucked in your shit more'n a few times. This's too good for anybody to pass up."

Mehmaw tried saying something, but her voice was too muffled to make out what it was. The Mexican lifted the pillow. Between her pained wincing, Mehmaw said, indignantly, "Never! He was a good man! Not a disgusting animal like you!" Rather than give her a verbal retort, Bronco just gave her a few brutal shots. 

"Oh man!" said the black guy with mock sympathy, "She's in for some deep bruisin' now."

"Oh God! Unnh! Uunnnh!" she cried.

"But you like takin' it up the ass now, don'tcha, honey?" Bronco had his mouth by her ear, grunting, as he slammed her again and again. "Don'tcha? Don'tcha?" "Oh stop!" Mehmaw pleaded. "Oh! You're tearing me up!"

"Don't worry, Granny," said Bronco, "I'm gonna loosen you up real good fer these guys. They're all gonna bust you in the ass. Oh yeah, oh yeah, we're gonna fuck in your shit all day long, so better get used to it." "Gettin' down in the brown, mothafucka," the black guy laughed coarsely. 

Bronco put his lips back to Mehmaw's ear. "Mmm! Oh, I'm gonna cum a bucket in you, honey. Ohh, feels fuckin' good. Oh yeah, oh yeah!"

"O-ho!" my grandmother sobbed, "Oh Jesus! Oh Gaaawd!"

"You got her prayin' now, boy," the black guy laughed.

"Yeah, she's gonna be seein' Jesus any minute," Bronco said. 

And I thought to myself, Oh Mehmaw, if you could only see how big his cock looks in your ass right now.

About then, Bronco exclaimed, "Oh fuck!" and grasped Mehmaw by the waist and put it to her at the rate of about two strokes a second. "Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh! Fuck! Cum! Shit!" Then I saw his butt muscles tighten and he hugged Mehmaw around the waist, burying himself in her up to the hilt. 

"OH!" she cried. "NUNHH!"

"Oh fuck, gonna cum!" Bronco murmured hoarsely.

"Ohhhh!" Mehmaw cried. 

"Here, you old bitch! Take it --!"

The man's whole body was wracked by a series of spasms. Feeling his great weight on her back, and the seismic spurting in her rectum, Mehmaw groaned, "Heh-herrrh!" The guy sprawled heavily across Mehmaw's back, unmoving, letting the last of his sperm drain into her bowels. 




Grandmother's Sacrifice Ch. 02



After a short while, he pulled out. Her anus glistened with his fresh cum and her mucus secretions. A little blood streaked her ass cheeks. 

The guy wiped his cock on the pillowcase and got off the bed. Mehmaw just lay there, softly sobbing.

"Who's next?" he asked. 

Taking the invitation, the Mexican got on the bed. 

I was horrified by what I'd just seen, of course; my sympathies were completely with my grandmother. But at the same time I was excited beyond words. My brain was reeling. I'd already used three Kleenex beating off to everything I'd seen over the past hour or so. 

Just at this point some knuckles rapped on the door and the black guy went to answer it. Four other guys peeked into the room from the hall.

"Hey, man," said a voice. "What the fuck's goin' on in there?"

And that's when I felt suddenly someone grab me: big black arms.

"Hey, little dude. Whatchoo doin'? You watchin' your ol' granny gettin' fucked? You like that, huh?"

The next thing I knew I was being carried into the next room. As the guy dropped me down on the floor, Mehmaw sat bolt upright in shock and horror, pushing the Mexican off. She frantically tried covering herself, one arm over her breasts and the other over her genitals.

"What's this, man?" the Mexican said, annoyed.

"I caught this little jerk-off watchin' through a hole in the fuckin' closet."

"Oh," the Mexican said with a leer, "you been watchin' the good time we been havin' with your grandma? Want some of this?"

"Oh, please, let him go," my grandmother pleaded. 

The Mexican looked at me: "You wanna fuck your granny?"

"Let him go!" she begged again. "Please! He's a child."

I resented that; I wasn't a child. I was ready to start college.

"I saw him grabbin' his pecker while he was watchin'. I'll bet he'd like a piece of his ol' granny. Wouldn't ya, kid?"

"Yeah," one of the other guys said, turned on by the kinky idea. "I'd pay serious money to see him fuck his grandma." Oh no!" Mehmaw said, horrified.

The Mexican stuck his face close to mine. "You wanna fuck her? You wanna fuck your ol' granny?"

"No," I said and looked down, though I knew I was lying. 

He grabbed my chin. "You say no, but your pecker says yeah." He turned to the others. 

"Whatchoo say, muchachas?"

"I say he fucks 'er, man," Bronco said.

The other guys, of course, all agreed, the sick twisted shits. They pushed me down on the bed and stripped me naked. Mehmaw was begging them to let me leave. I got up and stood there covering my cock with my hands. I was so embarrassed. One of the guys gave me a shove toward my grandmother. 

"Go to it, man. She's waitin' on ya. G'wan!"

"Make your grandson a man, Nana!"

"Fuck the shit out of him, Grandma!"

"You're sick, all of you!" Mehmaw spat out. "You're perverts!"

"That's right," Bronco laughed, "You got it." And the other guys laughed right along with him. 

Mehmah swelled with outrage. "Do you think I'd ever consent to have sex with my own grandchild? You animals! Animals!" She was just about screaming now. 

One of the guys stepped up to me and pulled out an ugly shiv with a makeshift handle held on with duct tape. It wasn't elegant, but it sure hurt like hell as he stuck it up under my chin.

My grandmother gave a panicked yell. "No no no! Don't hurt him! He's a boy, a boy!"

The guy with the knife said, "This kid's gettin' fucked or he's gettin' cut, I don't care which. It's your call."

"Let him go. I'll do anything you want," Mehmaw said. "But just do it with me, just with me. Leave him out of this."

"Well," Bronco said, "I guess we could always take him downstairs and make him do his momma. 'Course, I reckon she might pop a stitch."

My grandmother looked at them, then at me, her eyes wild and frantic. I could see her mind racing, trying to think of anything that could get us both out of this. The guy with the shiv spun me around, put the tip against my throat. I thought he was actually going to slit me ear to ear. 

"STOP IT!" Mehmaw shouted. She held out her arms to me. "Come here! Come here, honey," she crooned.

The guy shoved me into my grandmother's arms. She clutched me to her bare bosom. 

"Please," she said through her tears, "Please don't make us do this. He's a baby."

One of the guys yanked me away from her and took hold of my pecker. 

"He don't look like much of a baby to me. He's got what it takes."

I took an odd measure of pride in his saying that. One of the guys pushed Mehmaw on her back, exposing her breasts and newly shaved cunt. 

"Look at her, kid. You can't tell me you wouldn't mind parkin' your dick in some of that fine granny cooze, wouldya? Go on!" he said, giving me another shove, "Do it to it!"

I looked at Mehmaw lying there sprawled on her back. I saw her pink flesh, her pendulous, humongous breasts with those thick, protruding nipples. I looked at her thighs and the little beard above the fleshy mons, at her enticing labia and that profound womanly mystery that lay within. She looked to me like a fucking fertility goddess! My cock stiffened and lurched upward.

The guys exploded with laughter. 

"There ya go!" one of them shouted.

"Told ya!" another guy crowed. 

Several hands pushed me toward my grandmother who embraced me and kissed my forehead and face, like I was a small child to be protected. My chest came up against those spectacular tits, and I tingled at the contact. 

A pair of big hands held Mehmaw down while two other guys pulled her legs apart, completely exposing her sex. She looked up at me with pitiful helplessness. But something had been switched off in my brain. I felt no pity, no sense I was about to break a monumental taboo. The only thing I wanted at that moment was to possess her, to stick my dick in her, to experience every ounce of her sexuality. In short, I wanted to fuck my grandmother's brains out. It was like I was living some deranged fantasy where there was no concern with consequences - there was only the here and now.

In a dissociated fog, I found myself climbing on top of her mountainous softness. I sank onto that voluptuous body and laid my head against those fabulous, pillowy breasts. Mehmaw meanwhile was crying and blubbering about how she didn't want this, that she'd only let the men have her to keep my mother and me safe. 

The guy again waved the shiv and threatened to cut me if I wasn't fucking her in ten seconds. She grabbed my cock in a panic and quickly guided me inside her. I felt my cock enveloped in that incredible hot moistness. I'd never felt anything so unspeakably wonderful. 

I instinctively started pumping her, felt my cock gliding back and forth, caressed by her velvety folds, and now she was sobbing, "Oh God, I'm so sorry, honey, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, honey", but I wasn't the least bit sorry even though I was crying also and apologizing, "Oh, Mehmaw, I'm sorry," and I fucked her in a crazed, hazy delirium of lust, and I didn't care about anything except having her, and now my lips were on those nipples, my tongue licking them, and she tried forcing my head away saying, "Oh no don't do that, darling," and I was half-crying, half-moaning, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mehmaw, I'm so sorry", and sucked her nipple anyway and one of the guys shouted "Whoo! Looky that boy goin' after them big ol' titties!" and then I tried kissing but she turned her face away, saying, "Oh no, honey, oh don't, you don't know what you're doing", and I was running my hands all over her massive tits and squeezing them and they were firmer than I thought they'd be and I was biting them and she was crying, "No don't", and her belly was shaking with her sobbing and my thrusting and she was saying, "Oho, please, oh no, oho, oh God, oh please, honey, oho, please don't do that!", and I was saying, "Oh Mehmaw, I love you", and she said back weeping, "I love you, too, honey", and she felt sensational and my hands were squeezing and roaming all over her, and her arms went up over her head and were lying now on the mattress and I started massaging and squeezing the soft lump of her armpit flesh, then I was licking and biting it, and I noticed her tits all mounded up and her fat nipples sticking up big and round and hard and inviting, and I rubbed them with my finger tips and pinched them and rolled them back and forth between my fingers and her tits were jiggling back and forth and --- oh God -- I fastened my mouth on one nipple, then the other and I sucked it way into my mouth and she was whimpering, "Oh God no don't do that, honey -- ahaarrh --- oh God help us -- aharrh, nunhh, nunhh - ahaar! Oh God forgive us, God forgive me", and I was kissing and slobbering all over her armpits, her tits, her wrinkled neck, her lower lip, her whole mouth, and my hands were grasping her thighs near her crotch with its little obscene beard and I was thrusting into her and I felt down between us, my cock slippery with her cunt juice, gliding up and down, and I pulled back to glimpse my dick pumping in and out, between those moist fat cunt lips bigger than Audra's, and Mehmaw's face was streaming with tears and she was sobbing, "I'm so sorry, honey, oho, ohh-ahaarrh! Oh my God! I'm going insane -- ahaarrh, oho, oh no, pho, oh my God", and my mouth was on top of Mehmaw's mouth now with the fine cracks around her lips and I was kissing her and she was kissing me back and I could taste her salty tears and I stuck my tongue in her mouth and my tongue touched her tongue and she touched me back and suddenly someone was pushing both her thighs way up so now I was fucking her at a steep angle, and God it felt so good, plunging up and down in my Mehmaw, up to my balls in Mehmaw, oh God! up to my balls in her, grinding, my hips going around and around, then pushing in and rocking back and forth in her, and "aherrr!" Mehmaw moaned, eyes rolling up in her head, and someone said, "Look, kid, see yourself fuckin' your grandma", and suddenly someone was holding a wall mirror behind me so I could see our reflection, see my cock going in and out of my grandmother, and she swung her hand in a feeble effort to knock the nasty mirror away, but I kept looking back, watching myself fuck her in the mirror and seeing us like that made the fire in my brain rage hotter and I dug my fingers into the cheeks of her big cushy ass and put my hand down again to feel my wet cock moving back and forth in her and my fingers were so slick they slid part ways in, alongside my slimy pumping cock, in her steamy cunt, and God she felt so wet, so good, and I looked back in the mirror at my cock shoving, and my fingers felt the back of her fuck tube as my cock made it protrude each time I drew back, and oh God I accidentally touched Mehmaw's asshole and she said "Oh, no, baby, oh don't do that" and I deliberately touched it again, and this time I fingered her asshole, even though she objected, and I felt her anus pucker and I stuck my finger in a ways and her butthole crimped my finger and her big body was heaving with me, and God I was fucking my Mehmaw, fucking my grandmother, fucking my mother's mother, fucking Paw-Paw's wife, fucking the grandmother of all my cousins, and mother of all my uncles and aunts, and her face was wild and my balls were slapping her ass, and her head was thrashing back and forth, and she was still crying "Oho, I'm so sorry, honey, I'm so sorry", and I was saying "Unhh, Mehmaw - uunnh - it's - unnh -- you --" through my gritted teeth, wanting to say, "you big ol' tittied cunt! I'm fucking you, me your precious grandson, feel my cock inside you, soon I'm gonna cum in you, gonna shoot off in you -- oh Mehmaw, I'm fucking the living shit out of you!" but I didn't say that, and her hands were now gripping my back and she was all bug-eyed and agitated and confused and licking her lips and her face was flushed red and she was clutching me to her and grabbing my ass and pulling me to her and we were both sobbing and bucking against one another, and I heard one of the men call out, "You're gettin' her now, boy, she's close", and her big body shuddered again and then again and she was crying out, "OHO, NO, OHO, OH MY GOD, NO, OHO, OHO!" as another voice called out "You brought her home, kid!" and I could feel something big building in my nuts and everything tensed up, and all that pressure at the base of my cock and a slight hesitation and ... kuh-throb and -- "UNNH!" the explosive release, how hard I was cumming in Mehmaw -- in my grandmother, throbbing, spraying the inside of her cunt with my sperm, and --"OH GOD, OHO!" she exclaimed again, feeling my wild spurting, spurting, spurting ... spurting ...

Then all still. All quiet. No more movement. The guys were all hooting. 

I was lying on top of my grandmother's belly, both of us limp and drenched with sweat, she quietly weeping, confused as me, full of the guilty sin of lust, my head still whirling, my cock draining the last delicious drops into her, into my Mehmaw's sweet loving cunt. We lay there coupled together, she awash in shame, completely spent, me rejoicing, vibrantly alive, thrilling to my cock bathing in our commingling taboo juices. 

She's completely mine, I thought, I've fucked her! I've fucked Mehmaw! And I'm the one who brought her home. I made her cum so hard with my virgin cock that she cried out! I made a grown woman cum. I made Mehmaw cum! And at that thought, my cock gave a sudden lurch, and she gasped in response, and I started gently thrusting again, because it felt so good, and to let her know I was still inside her, and that she was mine! 

I lay my face against her breast, stared at her delectable nipple, and gave it one last lick and nibble and suck. I felt her body release a monumental sigh as she reached up and gently stroked my hair, staring blankly into space as I continued to suck her. 

Our grandmother-grandson relationship was now irrevocably shattered. She knew it; I knew it. From that moment on, we'd never be able to be in the same room together without our both vividly recalling what had happened here today. No more innocent family reunions, no more Thanksgiving dinners, no more mornings at church, without our both rekindling the memories of this wickedly delicious, shame-filled moment. I had kissed her, as no grandson should ever kiss his grandmother. I had groped and sucked her tits. I'd fucked her pussy. I'd touched her asshole and put my finger inside. I had cum inside her. And, most devastating for her, I'd given her a whalloping, big orgasm!

As I tried to lift my body off of hers, I felt like I'd swum a mile against the current and was now trying to crawl onto dry land. A pair of hands helped me off the bed and onto my feet. They turned to around to look at my grandmother as two men spread her thighs wide for me to see. Cum rolled out of her cunt and slid down toward her anus. Cum. 

My cum!

"You did that," one of the men said to me, pointing at her red, swollen snatch. "You fucked her good, kid. Now thank your ol' granny for makin' you a man today."

I looked at her lying there, all tits and belly and thighs and gaping sloppy pussy lips, her hands over her face in shame, and said, "Thank you, Mehmaw."

"Oh God!" she said, "Oh God!" And then she exclaimed in sudden realization, sitting upright, taking her hand from her face, "Don't tell your mother. Promise me you won't tell your mother!"

"'Course he gonna tell his mama," one of the black men teased. "Be like gettin' a hole in one an' never gettin' to brag about it."

Mehmaw put her forearm over her face and began weeping. 

Someone put my clothes in my arms and I suddenly found myself being propelled toward the door.

"You best go on," a man said. "We still got unfinished business here with your Granny."

"Aw, don't make the kid go," Bronco said. "Let him watch and learn somethin'." "No!" Mehmaw protested. "You promised you'd let him go."

"Stay put, kid," someone else said, and suddenly I found myself being pushed down onto the floor. I was being given a front row seat to the next act of my grandmother's rape. I leaned back against the wall, the blood roaring in my ears, with fear and excitement. 

I noted that two of the men were in the process of disrobing while two other guys were already stark naked, stroking their dicks in eager anticipation. 

One of them was a giant white guy -- probably six-and-a-half feet tall -- totally bald, with a couple of thick rolls of skin at the base of his skull, and a mustache and goatee. Barbed wire tattoos encircled both his upper arms. His massive back was covered with great multi-colored tattoos of Death riding a chopper, wielding a large scythe surrounded by flaming skulls and swastikas, all of which became animated when his muscles rippled. He stood jerking the foreskin of his long, thick cock back and forth. The glans looked like an only slightly smaller version of his bald head. 

While he was staring at my naked Mehmaw, I heard him mutter to the Mexican: "I'm gonna fuck ol' Granny here so hard, she's gonna puke cum!"

Saying that, he climbed onto the bed, dwarfing my grandmother, who, as I already mentioned, was not a petite woman. As his body blocked Mehmaw from my view, I heard her say, "Oh, please don't! Let my grandson go out first. Please! I don't want him to see this!" He ignored her. He adjusted his position so that now I could see as he spread her pussy lips wide, then dug inside her with two fingers, then three, then all five and even part of his hand. She winced and cried out. Then he drew out his hand and notched the tip of his cock at the opening of her cunt. 

"Ohhhhh!" she sobbed, as he entered her. He fucked missionary style for several minutes, then turned her on her side. He hiked one of her legs up in the air and laid it on his shoulder, exposing her privates to everyone in the room. He reinserted himself, the girth of his cock spreading her labia wide.

"You feeling it, you old bitch?" he grunted, giving her long, powerful strokes. 

"Unnh! Nunnh! Unnh!"

"Feel me stretchin' your cunt, do ya?" He turned to the other guys: "I'm gonna fuck her till her head spins 'round like that bitch in the Exorcist."

The other guys convulsed in laughter. Such cleverness.

"Oh! Oh! Unnnh! Oho!" my grandmother moaned, as he shoved his member up against the back wall of her vagina and ground into her. She had an expression of wide-eyed astonishment. Her eyes briefly contacted mine.

"Oh honey," she pleaded with me, "Go out, please --" I started to get up, but some guy pushed me back down.

The bald guy gave her a series of ferocious jabs. Mehmaw's eyes rolled back in her head so that just the whites were showing. Then he started pulling out every so often, slowly plunging all the way in up to his balls. Her eyes rolled back down. She was looking in my direction, but I don't think she saw me; she looked dazed, eyes glazed, unfocused. 

"Oh God, oh God," moaned Mehmaw in a monotone, as her body slowly rocked with his movements, "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God ..."

This went on for a couple of minutes. Then he rolled her back to the missionary position and put both arms under her thighs and lifted. He rolled her up on her shoulders so that her heels were way up in the air. Her body rocked back and forth as he fucked her. I saw her butthole winking at me between her thighs, and her inner thighs glistening with her juices. No doubt about it, Mehmaw was being royally screwed, blued and tattooed. It was an all out fuck session. I'm sure her brain was buzzing, bewildered by conflicting feelings of shame and lust. 

Eventually, he rolled Mehmaw onto her left side, got into the spoon position behind her, then hoisted her right thigh over his arm and slid his slimy cock back up inside her pussy. He kept up a steady moderate rhythm. He grunted like he was working out on a body bag. Sometimes a cock thrust would push one of the inner cunt lips up inside her, then it would come sliding back out as he drew back. It was pretty sexy stuff.




Grandmother's Sacrifice Ch. 02



"You like it? Feel good havin' a big fat cock in ya, Granny?" the bald guy panted.

"Oho!" my grandmother exclaimed, "Oho!" A mulatto guy laughed: "Yeah, I think she's likin' it." I felt jealous.

The bald guy reached around with one hand and started kneading one of her tits. He grabbed the wet cheeks of her ass with each hand, shoved into her, and growled. 

At the last minute, he pulled out and spurted cum over her gaping orifice, then plunged his cock right back through the spermy curtain, driving the sperm far up inside of her. Mehmaw's face registered the shock of his ejaculations, her eyes rolling up in her head so that only the whites were showing.

"Oh! A-herrrhh!" she gurgled deep in her throat, then softly tapered off as she felt his throbbing subside. She began to sob, as much from sexual exhaustion as anything, I suppose. 

After a bit, he resumed his slow thrusting, savoring the afterglow. But the others started clamoring for their turn. Reluctantly, he pulled out and got up.

"Fuck me!" he laughed, giving his cock a wag in her direction. "Whew! I'm gonna hafta get me some more of that. Shit!"

A large rivulet of sperm rolled out between her swollen cunt lips onto her thigh. The man held her thigh up and displayed his leavings like a trophy. The musky smell of sex was so thick in the small room it was almost overpowering. 

"Look at that," he said, marveling at his handiwork. "Looks like I cum a gallon's worth."

Mehmaw focused her eyes on me now and mouthed, "Please leave."

I gathered up my clothes and left the room. As I closed the door behind me, I took one last look at my grandmother as two black guys were moving in toward her, cocks in hand.

I stood there a moment outside the bedroom, feeling like a completely different person from just two days ago. My raging hard-on was now fading into a semi-soft sweet reverie. I was wobbly-legged and had to lean against the wall to put my clothes back on. But as I slipped on my shoes, I felt a strange new confidence in myself, a belief in the power of my own sexuality. 

Then suddenly it hit me: my mom was downstairs. And where the fuck was Jared? 

With a knot in my throat, I stole quietly down the steps to check on them.



Grandmother's Sacrifice Ch. 03



When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard a soft feminine moan coming from the living room. My first thought was that my mom might be hurting. I peeked in from the hallway. My heart stopped. 

Mom was seated on the sofa, but she wasn't alone. Jared was with her. Her dress and bra were draped over the arm of the sofa. She was still wearing her panties, and Jared had his pants on, but his shirt was off and his pants and underwear were down around his legs. His enormous cock was standing upright as her hand kept gently caressing the head with her fingers and palm of her hand - just the way Audra used to do me. Her head was tilted back, mouth open, and it looked like they were swapping tongues. Her tits were all exposed and his hand was squeezing one of them. They were so busy soul kissing and moaning into each other's mouths that neither of them noticed me.

I'd never seen my mother bare-breasted before although I had often seen her in a bikini. She had a sensational figure. Although not huge like Mehmaw, her breasts were still very large for her slender frame, and they hadn't lost much of their youthful firmness. 

Jared wrapped his hand in her near shoulder length blond hair, and pulled her head away. They looked at each other for a moment, smolderingly. She put her hand behind his head and passionately drew his face back down to hers. As they kissed, she grasped the shaft of his cock, but I noted it was far too thick for her hand to encompass. 

I staggered back into the hallway. My legs were starting to buckle and I had to sit down on the bottom step of the stairs. My head was swimming. I felt completely disoriented. She didn't look to me like she was exactly being coerced into this. What the fuck was going on? 

I leaned forward and took another peek around the doorway. Her hand was gliding up and down his cock, and then she formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger and used it to make small movements just over the head. He groaned with pleasure and mashed his big thick lips into hers. He guided her hand to his balls, and she obligingly caressed and massaged them. She broke off from the kiss and laid her blond head on his shoulder, then dipped her head to tongue and suck one of his nipples. He watched her with this expression of cool satisfaction. 

It felt like the whole fucking world had gone insane. What could have possessed my mother to be doing such a thing? I was furious and hurt. It was such an incredible act of betrayal against my dad. Sure, they'd had they squabbles like any couple. But I knew he absolutely adored my mother. Had she been cheating on Dad with other men? I had to wonder. What would Dad do if he ever found out about this? It would crush him. He'd probably want a divorce. And even if he did stay with her, how could he ever trust her again? She was risking breaking up our family with this fucking escaped con!

And she was betraying me, too, wasn't she? She knew I was in the house. How could she run the risk that I'd catch them in the act? 

And what of her own mother? It didn't seem to worry her any that Mehmaw and these other men weren't around. She was upstairs right now, getting gang raped by this guy's buddies. And they'd even dragged me into it, forcing me to fuck my own grandmother! 

And now here Mom was, letting herself get ravished by some black criminal whom she'd known for, what, a couple of days? Who knew what the fuck he'd done to get himself locked up in the first place? It might have been for murder. Or armed robbery. Or rape! And here my mother was, kissing this felon and handling his cock like he was her husband. Or worse yet, her pimp. 

Burning tears of anger and resentment started welling up in my eyes. But then there was another part of me that was incredibly excited by the perversity of everything that was going on. Maybe I was just jealous that the cock she was fondling was his and not mine? What kind of sick, fucking degenerate was I turning into?

I couldn't stand not seeing what was going on, so I sneaked into the kitchen where I could watch them from behind the kitchen counter. They were still going at it hot and heavy. He was handling her breasts as if he owned them. He was very suave, very confident with her. Everything he did was slow and deliberate. No wasteful moves with this guy. He seductively caressed her belly, then slowly slid his hand inside her panties, then worked one of his big fingers artfully into my mother's cunt. As he explored her, the unfaithful slut started to make small gyrating movements with her goddamned hips! 

Then he knelt down on the floor and gently ran his hands between her long shapely legs, along the outer parts first, then up to her inner thighs. As he slid down her panties, she raised her hips to assist him. Her pubic hair was only a slightly deeper shade of blond than the hair on her head. He gently parted her labia, then lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to run his tongue all around, paying special homage to her clit. The fucking bastard! Her hips began slow, undulating movements in accompaniment to his licking and sucking. Mom put one of her hands on the back of his head. He then slid his hands under the cheeks of her ass and kneaded them as he ate her out, spreading her cunt lips with his thumbs as he ran his long pink tongue up and down and all around, and then slid it up inside her. 

My mother looked like she was in a continual state of delirium. She snaked her long legs around his neck and used them to pull his face into her harder. She began making fucking movements with her pelvis. Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of mounting ecstasy. A steady torrent of moans was now flowing from her. She reached with one hand toward his cock, her fingers just barely touching the head. She adjusted her position and reached for his cock again and stroked it lovingly, teasing the pre-cum from the slit and rubbing it with her fingertips all over his tender glans. Jared groaned his intense pleasure into her pussy lips, then resumed his tonguing her. There was a sudden intake of her breath and her lips quivered and her butt trembled as she gave way to a wave of powerful orgasms. 

"Ohh! Ohhhhh-ho-ho!" she moaned, "Ohhhh!" As the tension in her body gradually ebbed, she seemed to melt down into the cushions.

Fine, I told myself, all right. She's kissed the bastard, she's fondled his dick, and allowed him to eat her. But, bad as it is, at least she hasn't blown him. 

She finally roused herself and rolled on her side and held out her hands for him to help her sit up straight.

"Come over here," she murmured, her eyes all lit up, her voice husky with desire, "I want to suck you."

Oh great!

Jared got up and stood before her and I could see his entire cock in profile now. It was awesome in its length and girth. My mother took hold of it in her two hands as if it were some sort of sacred object and began running her hands over it in wonder. She gazed at it with reverence. The tip was large and engorged and had turned a deep purple. Even from where I was, you could see the thick, distended ropey veins of his cock. 

She looked at his formidable equipment, scarcely knowing where to start. She began with his balls. 

She hoisted the shaft and she stuck out her tongue, wetly running it all over his scrotum, then she sucked the bag into her mouth. He looked down at her, reveling in the spectacle of this beautiful white woman slavishly debasing herself for his pleasure. She slowly licked and kissed her way up the soft underside to the glans, then revolved her tongue around and around it, then delicately moved the tip of her tongue back and forth across the slit. Jared gave a little smile of satisfaction as he watched her feasting on him. 

She tilted her head and slowly, wetly kissed her way up and down his shaft, pausing at one point to gently bite the thick black snake between her pearly white teeth while looking up at him with a lascivious grin. That's when I noticed the little mole on her upper lip - the one that Dad always found so sexy. It protruded outward as she now wrapped her lips over the tip of his cock and gently sucked. I saw her stick out her tongue and wetly caress him as she moved her head slowly up and down. He liked that. "Yeah," he said, "stick out your tongue." For the next minute or so, she mostly kept her tongue out as she sucked his joint, her eyes shifting focus back and forth between his cock and his face. They watched each other intently, a lewd smile playing across both their lips. With an evil grin, Mom got up and gently pushed Jared down on the sofa. 

As she knelt between his legs, he quickly tossed a pillow on the floor for her to kneel on. 

Taking him back in her hands, she bobbed her head up and down on him as her fingers caressed his balls. He rested his hand on her head and she took hold of it and, looking him in the eyes the whole time, sucked his thumb, then the meaty heel of the hand, then slowly licked his palm, then the crotch of his thumb, then engulfed the thumb in her mouth and sucked it as if it were a second cock. She began stroking his cock with her two hands, then lowered her mouth to engulf him. A mixture of saliva and pre-cum formed around her lips and she caught it on her tongue, then drizzled it all around and over the head before sucking it back into her mouth. She began sucking him harder and harder. 

Feeling his cock begin to contract, she pulled her head away. Jared groaned loudly as a thick geyser of cum suddenly shot into the air. Mom's face was positioned to receive some of it, but after the second spurt she went back to bobbing her head up and down on him, letting him finish in her mouth. She seductively stuck out her tongue to show him his gism, then swallowed it and licked her lips.

My mother then got up and leaned in to him for a slow, soulful kiss while he rubbed a finger back and forth between the lips of her pussy. She sat on his lap and hung her arms around his neck. He caressed her breasts and nipples while she lightly stroked his cock as it slowly wilted against his belly. 

At last, he said, "You love me, right?" 

"Oh, I might," Mom said coyly, snuggling closer. "I've only known you for a day, after all. But I do know I'm in lust with you, that's for fucking sure."

"Then you have to understand what I'm about to tell you," he said, "and what I have to ask you to do for me. These men of mine -- they're like my family. They look up to me. And to keep peace in my family, much as I want to, I can't keep you all to myself. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes," she said simply, "I understand." 

"They have needs, too."

"Yes, I understand," Mom said, looking him intently in the eyes. "And I will do everything you ask of me ... to keep peace in your family."

As they kissed again, I thought: Oh my God. Oh my fucking God!



Grandmother's Sacrifice Ch. 04



I sat on the kitchen floor, peering into the living room. Mom was cuddling with Jared on the sofa, both now stark naked. She lay with her back against his broad chest, enveloped by his dark, muscular arms, and laid her beautiful blond head on his shoulder, a blissful expression on her face. She took his hand and inserted his index finger into her mouth and sucked it toyingly, then looked up at him with a mischievous grin. He took her face in his big hands and bent his head toward her. She raised her lips eagerly to meet his. They opened their mouths and wetly caressed each other's tongues. My mother seductively sucked his lower lip, and he reciprocated. Their kisses slowly intensified, and they began deeply penetrating each other's mouths with their tongues.

I watched in misery. Now only was my mother betraying my father and me with this smarmy, black, mustachioed, behemoth-cocked con artist, she'd essentially promised she'd sexually service all of his merry men, "to keep peace in his family."

God almighty! I mean, I'd heard of Stockholm syndrome, where the kidnapped victim, presumably out of vulnerability and dependency, makes an emotional connection with the captor. But this had happened so quickly. Way too quickly, I thought. My mom had become a degenerate, faithless, black cock slut!

Jared slid off the sofa and knelt between my mother's beautiful, long legs. He looked up at her, his eyes consuming her, as he sensuously, slowly ran both hands over her belly up to her breasts, cupping and kneading them, and played with her nipples, gently pinching and running his fingertip around and around. My mom's eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. She suddenly opened her eyes and leaned forward, looking at him with concern. 

"Are you sure my son and my mother are all right?" "Sure, of course, they all right," he said. "I told my men to keep 'em safely tucked away upstairs. I wanted some time alone with you, you know?"

"But are you absolutely - I mean, are you absolutely sure they're not doing anything to hurt my mother?"

"They know better than to mess with her. I told them they so much as touch a hair on her head, it's their ass. They know better than to fuck with me."

The lying prick bastard! And how could my mother be so fucking gullible? What'd she think we were doing up there all that time, playing Parcheesi? I felt like running out there and telling her about Mehmaw being raped, but I wasn't prepared to deal with Jared by myself. 'Though I sure wanted to kill him.

Her fears assuaged, Mom lay back, closed her eyes again, and let Jared resume his sensual fondling of her flesh. He began gently kissing her inner thighs, then traced a path with his lips over her firm belly, kissing and licking his way up to the small crossed Steri-Strips covering her surgical incision, then rose up and continued working his way up to her breasts. He brought one of them up to his mouth and my Mom's eyes opened as she watched his lips envelop a nipple. As he gently sucked and licked her areola and the hardening nipple that served as its delectable centerpiece, she softly moaned and caressed the back of his neck with her hand -- the one with the wedding ring on it! 

Jared now focused his attention on her pussy, gently parting the lips with his fingers to expose her precious clit. My mother slightly hiked her hips in anticipation. With aching slowness, his mouth descended on her, lips and tongue teasing, kissing, licking, gently sucking. Mom began to whimper and moan in ecstasy. She spread her thighs wide and started humping his mouth. 

"Ohhh ... ohhhh ... oh God ... oh my God ... ohh ... ohh ..."

He expertly worked her up to a fever pitch until her hip rocking increased and she finally squeezed his head between her satiny thighs. He kneaded the firm, round globes of her ass cheeks as he relentlessly stroked her clit with his tongue, allowing her to climax again and again.

"OHHH! OHHH!" she cried. "O-ho-ho-ho! O-HO-HO-HO! Oh my God - OH MY G-O-D!"

He removed his face from her crotch and watched in satisfaction at her lustfully contorted face as her thighs and ass quivered spasmodically in a long string of orgasms that seemed to have a life all their own. She quickly lifted one of her legs clear of his head and rolled onto her side, pressing her fists hard into her crotch and compressing them between her thighs. It took nearly a full minute for her orgasmic spasming to finally subside.

"Oh my fucking God!" she exclaimed in sexual exhaustion. "You are the sexiest -- Come here to me!" she growled.

He sat down beside her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him with deep appreciation. She then reached down with one hand for his semi-hard cock and began skillfully manipulating it, stroking the swelling head and lengthening, thickening shaft.

"I swear," Mom said, fondling his massive cunt destroyer, "you have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen." "You like it, do you, huh?"

"Oh, my God. I wish you could be inside me."

"You think we might try?"

"All right. But you'll need to go slow and be very gentle."

He got back up while she positioned her ass at the edge of the seat cushion and spread her long, tapering legs. She watched intently as he took his cock and put the head between her pussy lips, then teasingly moved it up and down, making sure to tantalize her clit. She oohed and ahhed and swept her lips with her tongue. He perched himself at the entrance of her cunt. My mother bit her lower lip, anticipating pain. He compressed the massive head between his fingers and gently eased the tip in just an inch or so. 

"Is this all right? Am I hurting?" he asked solicitously.

"No, it's all right, it's good. You could try going in a little deeper."

He pushed in gently but firmly, penetrating her a couple more inches, then looked back up at her face. 

"It's okay, yes," she said, nodding. 

He began making the slightest little pumping movements, allowing her pussy to gradually accustom itself to his girth. 

"Still all right?" he asked.

"Yes. Oh," she moaned, "Oh, it feels so-o-o-o good." But then she put her hand against his belly to stop him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"They took me off my birth control pills for two weeks. You can't cum inside me. All right?"

"Yeah, sure, okay."

"You have to pull out before you cum inside me. I can't afford to get pregnant."

"Sure," he promised with seeming earnestness, "I can do that." He resumed his slow pumping, spreading her vaginal walls, working his way further into her, until she was taking half his length with every thrust. 

Mom closed her eyes, clearly savoring the delicious feel of his magnificent cock. She licked her lips as her breathing began to slightly quicken. 

"Oh my God, Jared, you have no idea how good you feel," she crooned. 

"Yeah, well, you have no idea how good you feel. I been wanting to do this since I first set eyes on you."

My mother now laced her fingers behind her head and focused all her attention below her waist, unhurriedly, seductively undulating her hips like a belly dancer, working her pussy all around and up and down on him. 

Jared looked down at her with admiration, delighting in the sight and feel of this gorgeous white woman's lustful cunt working him over for their mutual pleasure. I had never seen anything so cock-achingly obscene as her movements. Her expression was so serious, so intense, so absolutely concentrated, as if she were trying to think her way through a complex calculus problem. The entirety of her being was being poured into the conjoining of cock and pussy.

"You can try to go deeper, if you want," she panted.

He gripped her hips and began plowing her at a slightly faster clip, and penetrating her up to two-thirds of his length.

"Yes," she said, "oh yes." She craned her neck up and he put a hand behind her head and drew her all the way up to his waiting lips. They kissed like there was no tomorrow for a solid minute, then he released her and she laid back and resumed her seductive pelvic gyrations. 

"Oh fu-u-u-uck!" he groaned. And then: "What would you do right now if your husband and son walked in here?"

My mother was nearly beside herself with lust. "I'd keep fucking you if Jesus Christ himself walked in here."

By now he was getting into her nearly all the way up to his balls. He grabbed two big handfuls of tits and used them to anchor his movements. Both of them were grunting and groaning. My mother called out loudly as she spun off into another cluster of orgasms, then resumed humping with even greater fervor. She wrapped her legs around Jared's waist and gripped his arms hard with her hands. 

"Fuck ... me! Ungh! Fuck me! Oh yes, YES!" she exclaimed.

He leaned into her harder, his grunting growing louder. She began digging her nails into his back. He started to pull away. 

"I gotta stop, I'm gonna cum," he said.

She pulled him back to her. 

"Go on," she said, "I want to feel you cum in me. I'll wash after."

He fell on top of her, fucking away at two strokes a second. They mashed their mouths together. He suddenly broke his mouth away from hers.

"Unngh! Unnh! FUCK!" he shouted.

"Oh! Yes! YES!" Mom cried in turn, feeling his wild, deep spurting. 

He collapsed on top of her, his cock buried in her up to its roots, the last drip, drip, drip of sperm emptying into her. She gently caressed his head and neck, her eyes having taken on a faraway, fucked out glaze. 

She'd done it. She'd fucked him. She'd gone all the way. She had made my father a cuckold. No wiping the slate clean now. Jared had completely taken possession of her. 

Heartsick, I went back upstairs and entered the guest bedroom to take another peek through the spyhole, to see how Mehmaw was doing. 

Seven of the guys were lounging around, naked, waiting another turn. The vibes I picked up from them now was more laid back. They'd gotten all the frenetic fucking out of their system. 

My grandmother was on the bed, on her back, arms limp, lying straight out from her sides, legs high in the air, her big butt being rhythmically rocked as one of the black guys ravished her. I faintly made out her soft moaning and his deep-throated, guttural grunting, but I couldn't see either of their faces. Their thighs framed her fat pussy lips that were being spread wide by his glistening, ebony cock. His hairy dark chocolate colored ass and big balls were moving slowly up and down, each thrust spreading the cheeks of her ass, exposing her asshole to me. 

I looked at my grandmother lying there, the subject of all their cruel, carnal abuse. These men had been using her in ways I'm sure my gentle, sweet, loving and grandfather never had. Right there before my eyes they were violating the sacraments of marriage and disrespecting her widowhood. Her husband hadn't died more than three years ago. They'd been invading the most intimate private cavities of her body with their young, virile cocks. I'd seen them showering their cum all over her face and breasts. They'd emptied themselves into her vagina, mouth and rectum, using her orifices like sewers. Her image of herself as a virtuous and decent wife, mother, grandmother, charter member of her garden club, docent at the museum, organist of her church, had been perversely defiled forever. In her wildest imaginings, she could never have foreseen she would become the object of such sordid sexual depravity. These disgusting young hoodlums had ejaculated their poisonous filth inside of her, implanting their potent seed up into her grandmotherly belly and ass. And they were so young! My God! Didn't they realize she was old enough to be their mother - fuck that! Their grandmother! 

She thought these things, I'm sure, as she lay there with them sweating and thrusting between her legs, clutching her buttocks, defiling her most private places with their fingers, tongues and cocks. They were sucking her nipples and abusing the same breasts she'd used had fed her sweet babies, using them for their filthy, obscene pleasure. This seeming never ending debauch was stripping from her every vestige of her cherished decency and propriety.

The black guy now wrapped his arms over the top of her head and firmly planted his thick lips on hers. I expected her to resist. But then I saw it -- couldn't believe it, but there it was -- she put her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth into his, kissing him back, hotly. He started making slow, swiveling movements with his hips, his cock circling around and around inside of her. Every so often he'd pause to grind into her more deeply, and she'd suddenly gasp and then release a cunt deep groan. He must've been hitting her clit just right, because she dug her heels into the small of his back, pulling him into her as tight as possible, and raised her hips to greet his slow, sensuous thrusting. 

It was clear to me now that all the nonstop fucking had finally gotten to her. Her mind had completely unraveled. She'd lost all control, had gone tumbling over the edge. Just like my Mom had with Jared. It suddenly felt like my whole world had lurched and tilted crazily on its axis. 

I had to fuck her again.

I went back into the room where Mehmaw was. As soon as they saw me, the guys greeted me like a brother. When I began to shuck my clothes, they realized to their delight that I had come back with one thought in mind: to join in my grandmother's rape. 

The black guy took about fifteen more minutes to finish up with her. He got off the bed and I saw her lying there, flushed red, sweaty and panting. 

The guys moved me right to the head of the line. They had me lie down on the bed, on my back. Mehmaw was in a fucked out mental haze by now. They got her up and had her straddle me. As she obediently sank down, sheathing my cock in her superheated, gushing cunt, the guys invited me to play with her mammoth mams to my heart's content. 

I pushed her tits together so I could flick my tongue back and forth, from nipple to nipple, and fondled her endlessly, dazzled by the enormity of her pendulous tits. As Mehmaw obligingly posted herself up and down on me, she scarcely seemed to realize who it was beneath her. She looked stunned and shell-shocked the whole time I fucked her. It created a feeling of extraordinary perverseness. But it also lent an air of comforting anonymity. She didn't seem to recognize me. After a glorious twenty minutes of fucking, savoring every moment, with my face buried between her huge dangling breasts and my mouth sucking hard on a nipple, I clutched her ass cheeks like a vise and launched my sperm into her. The only time I heard her make a sound was when I began my spurting. She murmured, "O-ho ... ohhhh!" We both remained unmoving for maybe half a minute. I felt wetness pouring out of her and onto my lower belly and thighs. At last, the guys lifted her off and I got up. 

Rather than feel exhilarated as I had before, I felt overwhelming exhaustion. I gathered up my clothes and shoes and went down the hall into Mehmaw's master bedroom. I sprawled out on the king-sized bed with its satin bedspread and looked around the room at all the familiar objects from my childhood. There was the mirrored vanity with the small brocaded bench, the intricate lace doily covering the vanity top, her ornate pewter hairbrush and comb, the delicately painted porcelain jar containing her fragrant powder puff and powder, the pretty little bottles of perfumes with their rubber bulb atomizers. 

Then my eyes landed on my Paw-Paw's tall armoire with its forest of framed photos, including their wedding portrait, the pictures of my aunts and uncles as children, and a large contemporary family portrait taken at their fortieth wedding anniversary. Everything so neatly arrayed. 

And then from the heating duct I heard the faint sounds of the moans and groans and coarse laughter, and I remembered the chaos and sexual depravity being perpetrated next door. I felt ashamed and very alone. 

I fell asleep.



Grandmother's Sacrifice Ch. 05



I must have slept three or four hours. It was already dark outside when I awakened. For a few seconds I had the comforting thought that I'd dreamt it all. But then, in a sick rush, it all came home to me. 

In the hope of sparing my mother and me from the unspeakable, my grandmother had endured being serially raped, day and night, by a coarse gang of thugs. And me, I'd betrayed her, too, by fucking her that last time, just as my whore slut of a mother had betrayed all of us -- my father included -- by flinging herself into the arms of their big black buck of a ringleader, Jared. 

The moment I sat up my head felt like it was full of cotton. I took a few staggering steps, found my balance, and went down the hall to the little guest bedroom, back to my spyhole. I looked inside where my grandmother and the guys had been, but everything was in darkness now. I decided to check things out. The moment I opened the door to the bedroom, my nostrils were assaulted by the rank odor of stale sweat and sex. Mehmaw was there alone, splayed out on the bed, on her belly, naked and snoring. I felt pity for her. I knew she had to have been completely exhausted. I gently lay a quilted coverlet across her and left the room, easing the door shut. 

I now heard male voices coming from downstairs, then the sound of the garage door to the house opening. I went halfway down the stairs and caught a glimpse of my mother entering from the garage, arms loaded with sacks of groceries. I realized that while I'd been fast asleep, Jared must have sent her on a food run. I later learned she'd gone to five different supermarkets all over town, using her credit card to buy food at each store, so as not to call attention to herself by making one huge food purchase. The fact that Jared had trusted her to go by herself, and that she hadn't made any attempt to contact the cops, spoke volumes about how far their relationship had progressed. 

The guys helped bring in the rest of the groceries and emptied the sacks on the counter tops: six loaves of bread, a mountain of fresh and canned fruit, beans, rice, vegetables, and enough meat and poultry to feed a small army for a week. 

When I entered the kitchen, Mom looked over at me with what I thought was a slightly guilty smile. She breezily asked if I'd had a good nap. I guess I must've been glowering at her, because she quickly turned away and busied herself putting up the canned goods. Jared stood close behind her in the pantry and put one hand on her ass like he owned it. She looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled affectionately. My stomach knotted up.

As she moved past me to get another load of cans, she asked, "How's Mehmaw? She still asleep?" 

My mother was so fucking clueless. I wanted to spill my guts right then and there. I wanted to say, "Yeah, Ma, Mehmaw's taking a real nice little nap -- after six hours of getting her pussy pounded and ass raped by your new boyfriend's buddies." But I didn't; all I said was, "Yeah, I think so." 

"Well, let her sleep," she said. "You can get her up when dinner's ready. I'm going to make goulash!" She sounded so delighted with herself, like she did when she prepared a special meal when we had Dad's boss and his wife over for dinner. "Do me a favor, hon', and dice up some onions and garlic -- oh yeah, and slice up a dozen carrots, will you?"

When I pulled out the paring knife from the drawer, Jared immediately took it away from me and said, "That's all right. I'll do it." I guess he sensed I'd like to have stuck him in the fucking throat with it. Instead, I washed the vegetables, then set the table.

When dinner was close to being ready, Mom sent me upstairs to get Mehmaw. I found she was already up, taking a shower. 

I opened the bathroom door a crack and steam came billowing out. Mehmaw didn't see me. She was standing sideways, hot water pouring down on her, her hair laid flat back against her skull. She lathered up her tits and belly with a bar of soap. Then she got a washrag and lifted first one arm, then the other to do her armpits, causing those stupendous breasts to jut out. When she reached down between her legs and tendering dabbed around her sore pussy, I could feel my cock starting to rise. She went into a half-crouch and put her soapy fingers way up inside her vagina, worked them deep into herself, rotating them all around. She then soaped up the washrag again and arched her back, reaching around to wash the big luscious globes of her ass and get down into the crack. With her body twisted like that, her breasts swung to one side, the water cascading off her tits and nipples.

I quietly closed the door, waited a moment in the hall, then knocked. 

"Mehmaw," I called, "Mom says to come on down when you're ready. We're having goulash."

"Go on and eat without me," Mehmaw called back somberly. "I'm not hungry."

"Aw, c'mon," I coaxed, "You need to eat something." And then it crossed my mind that she'd already had lots to eat. Lots of cum. "All right," I said with a reluctant tone, and was about to head back downstairs when I heard her say, "Jeffrey!" 

"Yes, ma'am?" 

"Come in here, please."

I hesitated, afraid of what she might say about my having fucked her of my own volition that second time. I opened the door just a hair. 

"Yes'm?"

"No, come inside."

I went into the bathroom. She was standing outside the tub. The water was off. She had covered herself with a large bath towel. I was too ashamed to look her in the eye.

"Close the door." 

I shut the door and half-turned toward her, my eyes downcast. 

"You haven't said anything to your mother, have you?"

"About...?" I asked innocently. 

"You know what." Her tone was harsh, direct.

"No, ma'am, no, I haven't said a thing."

"You're sure she doesn't know?"

"Oh, no, ma'am. I don't think so. She doesn't act like she has any idea." I paused, then said: "Mehmaw ... I'm sorry. About what happened back in there."

Mehmaw looked away and said, "It wasn't your fault, Sweetheart. I know they made you do it."

Ha! I'd caught a break. She was only referring to the first time. She'd probably been too fucked-stupid to realize it was me the second time. What a relief!

"If you can," she went on, "I want you to try to forget it ever happened. Everything you saw, everything that happened. Everything between ... us."

"Yes, ma'am, I'll try -- I mean, yeah." 

I felt sad, and must've looked and sounded it, too, because as I started to turn away to leave, she said, "Oh, come here, Sugar."

I went up to her, looked at her with my eyes misting up, and lay my head on her shoulder. With one hand still holding up the towel, she put the other consolingly around me, pulling me close to her. Her skin was hot, pink and moist. As we hugged, I felt her wondrous softness pressing against me through the damp terry cloth, felt those massive pillowy breasts, the big, full hips, the soft swell of her belly. Before I realized it, I'd put one hand on the back her head -- my fingers running into her steaming wet hair -- the other on her flushed pink cheek, and pressed my lips into hers. I'm sure she could feel my cock stiffening in my pants, pushing against her thigh.

"Oh, don't," she pleaded softly, and took a half-step back. "Don't, you mustn't."

"Oh Mehmaw," I said, half apologetically, half with overwhelming desire.

She laid a gentle hand on my cheek. "You're ... you're all confused."

I studied her face. Wet hair plastered back severely, no make up, wrinkles and furrows in her brow, crows feet around the eyes, a slight pouching of the lower lids, little lines radiating from around her lips. She looked more vulnerable and older than I'd ever seen her. And sexier -- earthier.

"I love you," I said, embracing her once more. This time, she didn't pull away but let me kiss her as I wanted, once, twice, three times. And then, to my surprise, she returned the kiss, hotly, and we stood there, grandmother and grandson, melting into each other's arms. I took her face in my two hands and we looked lovingly into each other's eyes. Our lips met again, and she dropped the towel. 

We wrapped our arms around each other, and I could feel her naked flesh now, with nothing between us. I kissed her throat, the junction of her neck and shoulder. I took her hands and kissed the palms. My hands levitated to her breasts, squeezed them, kneaded them, ran up under them, hefted each in turn, delighting in their heavy fullness. Then while supporting a breast with one hand, I fondled it from above with the other. Mehmaw caressed the back of my neck as I bent to tenderly tease her nipple with my lips, then used my tongue, then sucked gently, delighting in the feel of her nipple hardening between my lips. 

Now it was she who took my face in her two hands and drew my lips to hers. Her mouth parted, inviting my tongue to enter. I penetrated her and her tongue was there to greet me. Our tongues touched deliciously, then she sucked the tip of my tongue, gently, sweetly. I felt her hands start fumbling with the top button of my shirt. I stepped back and pulled the shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. She looked at me with unconcealed lust and ran her hands slowly all over my naked chest. I clutched her to me, my heart beginning to pound at the feel of her enormous breasts mashing up against me. My hands descended to her full hips, then down to her buttocks. I massaged them as we stood belly to belly, kissing. 

Little by little, with small, dance-like steps, I maneuvered her back against the wall. And there we continued kissing while my eager hands roamed from ass to belly, from belly up to her magnificent, pendulous tits. 

I suddenly felt her hands yanking at my belt. I quickly shucked my jeans, then my underwear. While my eyes drank in her mature, womanly bounty, she looked me up and down with naughty delight. 

"Oh, my, look at you," she said, feasting her eyes on my erect and twitching cock. "Oh, Sweetheart."

With just the tips of her fingers, she lightly stroked my cock. We joined in a long, smoldering kiss, my stiff dick nestled between her plump thighs. I began to slowly thrust against her. She spread her legs, allowing my cock to glide back and forth within the groove between her moistening pussy lips. 

I broke away and flung towels down on the wet tile floor, to make a sort of pallet, and drew Mehmaw with me down onto them. I climbed on top of her. She took hold of my cock and guided it between her thighs. She notched me at her opening. I pressed into her, a sliding into her hot, wet cauldron of a cunt. We looked at each other like two starving people suddenly finding themselves seated at a banquet table. With my eyes fixed on hers, I started to pump her. It was delicious beyond words. We both gasped in ecstasy as my dick parted the walls of her vagina. I could feel those wonderful, moist, silky folds caressing me. I felt her cunt muscles contract.

I sank my lips down onto hers. She grabbed her thighs and drew them up, spreading herself wider. I sank in deeper, buried up to my roots in her, my balls beating a steady slap-slap-slap against her ass. With the same superheated, salacious thought in mind, we both reached down to feel me. I first felt the little beard over her mons, then her fat pussy lips, then my slick, thick shaft moving in and out. Our fingers met at her opening. 

"O-ho-ho," Mehmaw moaned, "O-ho-ho. Oh, Darling, o-ho."

"Oh, Mehmaw," I said in quick, shuttling breaths, "I'm inside of you. Can you feel me?"

"Yes, Darling, yes." 

"Oh! Oh you feel so good, so - unh, God - so good..."

"Oh, Honey," she panted, "Oh Honey, oh yes, oh my darling, oh Sweetheart, don't stop, o-ho-ho, oh please, oh God, oh yes, oh God, so good, so good, oh God..."

We fucked each other deliriously on the moist towels, on the bathroom floor, for God knows how long. Time was suspended. All our nerve endings were on fire and hollering. For us, the whole universe was nothing but lips and tits and pussy and cock. Rocking and clutching and mashing of mouths and touching the sopping wet channel of love and rocking and burrowing and grinding and grunting and groaning and moaning and - oh! an outcry from her as she suddenly spun off into an orgasm, shuddering volcanically beneath me, and again the shudder, and again. And I felt the now familiar build-up of pressure in my belly, in my nuts, in my cock, and the enormous ka-throb followed by the wild spurting, jettisoning release of my cum, up inside her body, deep inside her. Shockwaves of cum shooting up inside Mehmaw, spurting, pulsing, spurting, pulsing, spurting, spurt-ing ... spur...ting ... Then the final delicious draining of my milky essence from my cock into her big, grandmotherly body. 

And then the interminable, delicious, cock-in-cunt, melding kiss. 

Then all exhaustion, all collapse, all bliss, all spellbound and spellbinding emptiness.

We lay together, my cock slowly wilting in her sheath, completely, deliriously spent, on those damp, crumpled towels. Mehmaw and I looked at each other, amazed by, and at, each other. 

And then it dawned on me: You didn't just fuck Mehmaw. You made love to her. It had made all the difference.

All the difference in the world.