15 comments/ 176420 views/ 45 favorites Mrs. Claus! By: royhoffman My parents are working parents and so I did not see them as often as I would have liked when I was younger. I cannot honestly say that they did not make an effort to give me a happy childhood, both stalled their careers a bit to ensure I had at least one parent to attend school functions or support my activities such as little league, scouts or sports. However as I grew older they began devote more time to their careers, making up for lost time. They also believed that by distancing themselves from me I would become self-sufficient. The distance between my parents and me grew, as did the distance between my parents as a couple. My mother works in advertising and she works long hours but she always manages to find time to make certain that I am eating properly, to do most of the house work and to spend some quality time with me, whether it is just playing a board game, watching TV, going to a game or something like that. Probably because of our close bond once I hit puberty my mental image of "mommy" faded as I became aware that my mother was an extremely attractive woman. Actually attractive is not quite accurate my mother is hot and sexy, having an hour glass figure, dark brown hair with a few streaks of grey, vivid green eyes, full red lips set in a heart shaped face. Generally in tales like this it is standard give out the exact height, weight and measurements. My mother is a couple of inches shorter than me so I would put her height at about five six. As for her measurements I know her bra size is 37 d cup and the panties she wears are mediums. Before you get the wrong idea I am not one of those pervs who likes to whack off in their mother's bras or sniff their mother's panties. I know because I do the laundry sometimes when my mother is too busy. So far as her waist goes, well she does not have a gut and her abs are pretty firm but I really do not know what the exact measurements are. She weighs 136 to 140 pounds and I know this because she makes an effort to stay within that range, forcing everyone in the family to suffer a few days eating rabbit food when she goes a pound over her ideal weight. Dad is a mortgage broker who works at his office and then comes home and works late into the night. When he has free time he is either taking his clients to sporting events, playing golf with clients or playing poker with his buddies, who are co-workers. Once in a blue moon he will plop down on the couch next to me while I am watching a game and we will have some father-son time for an hour or so. Apparently the rift between my mother and father had reached a critical point, enough so that my mother felt it was necessary for them to get away somewhere to reconnect and work on their relationship. Unfortunately the only time that their schedule coincided was during the Christmas holidays so they planned to go to the Caribbean for holiday week. When my mother told me this I told her that I thought I could make the sacrifice of spending Christmas on the beach looking at girls in Bikinis. I had a sudden vision of losing my virginity to some beautiful Bahamian girl over the holidays. I felt like a stake had been driven into my heart when my mother, almost tearfully, informed me that I would not be accompanying them. She told me I had two choices. One was that I could spend the holidays with my Uncle Ed and his family. Although I would not have minded spending the Xmas holidays with my cousins Amber and Tiffany, who were twins a year older than me I knew that I would probably bunk with my cousin Fred, or as he now wished to be called, Maleficent. Fred was a large muscular Goth in his early twenties. He was also quite gay. At our last family get together Maleficent had cornered me and drunkenly told me if there weren't other people around he would pound my ass until I became his cum slut. I had a horrible vision of losing my virginity in a fate worse than death over the Xmas vacation. Reading the horror on my face my mother said that the other option was for me to spend the week at home alone. My parents were certain that I was responsible enough to act like the mature young man they knew me to be. Smiling she said that they knew that I would have a party or two but that I could be trusted to make sure that house was not wrecked or trashed and that none of my guests would do anything illegal, such as bring drugs or liquor into the house. I readily agreed to their conditions. I fully intended to live up to my parents" expectations but my resolved dissipated when Darlene Cira, a senior and the hottest cheerleader asked me if it was true that I was having a no-parents party. I nodded yes. She asked if there was going to be beer. She whispered in my ear that she got wild when she had quite a few beers in her. I told her that yes there would be beer. She smiled and sauntered away. I was in such a hormone befuddled state that I did not pay that much attention when she walked up to a group of football players. She spoke to them briefly the football players smiled and threw victory punches in the air. I guess you can figure out what was going to happen. Darlene would show up with a few of her friends; all the cheerleaders and their boyfriends, the football players. The "popular people" would shove me and my friends aside and then pretty much take over the house, hog the beer and generally trash the place with macho horseplay. However I did not think with the right head, having the delusion that I would lose my virginity to Darlene Cira at the party. Having promised Darlene some beer I went about trying to make it a reality. One of my friends bribed his older brother to get two kegs of beer. So while my parents were at work I took delivery on the two kegs a couple of days before my parents were supposed to leave. I wrestled them around to the backyard, planning to store them in the basement, which is rather chilly in the winter. As I started to carry the first keg down stair, I slipped on an icy step. The keg and I went tumbling down the concrete stairs. Sharp pains shot through my head, arms and leg. After a moment of unconsciousness I found myself lying sprawled in the stairwell, a dented keg resting on my left foot, which hurt pretty badly. I saw a large lump in my right leg near my knee. Certain I had a compound fracture or something I shouted for help. Fortunately a neighbor found me and called the paramedics. I had a slight concussion, a dislocated right knee, a couple of fractured metatarsals in my left foot and pair of very disappointed parents. Naturally all thoughts of me staying alone were out the window, I could not me trusted and I was not exactly mobile. I could walk with crutches for a few moments but my left leg was in a splint and my right foot was wrapped. They told me to make plans to go to Uncle Ed's house. I knew that in my disabled condition Maleficent would easily have his way with me and by the time I returned home my asshole would be the size of the channel tunnel. I vehemently protested this arrangement but my parents were relentless so I finally had to break down and tell them exactly why I did not want to go to Uncle Ed's. At first my parents thought I was joking but eventually they caught on that I actually was concerned about sweet little Fred. My parents went into another room to discuss the situation. They came back with a more viable but only slightly more appealing alternative; I could spend the holidays with Grandma. Usually Grandma went with a bunch of other seniors on a trip during the holidays. She volunteered to stay home this year and take care of me. Grandma was also a retired nurse so she could help me dress and wash. Wonderful. So I was bundled off to Grandma's house. My grandparents had divorced back in the seventies when they were in their forties, so Grandma had pretty much raised my Uncle Ed and Mom by herself. Meanwhile Grandpa pursued his sudden bachelorhood with fervor, probably egged on by a midlife crisis. He smoked too much, ate too, drank too much and screwed any woman willing to do so. As a consequence he died of a massive coronary at the age of fifty-five. Grandma was still his beneficiary and she got a good chunk of change from the insurance, it was enough for her to send her kids to college and then have a little left over for her retirement. After she retired she moved a single story house and lived rather frugally, saving her money to travel. So while Grandma lived in the same town as I we only saw one another once or twice a year. Her frugal lifestyle meant she had basic cable, no Internet and an old style TV on which I could not connect my X-box. For entertainment I could look forward to radio, television, reading or board games. Yipee! For first three days I had to keep my bandages and splint tightly wrapped and could not remove them even for a shower. The pain pills I took made me disoriented and Mom did not want me even try standing on one foot to take a sink bath. Since Dad was way too busy to help me out the task fell to Mom. Dressing in the bikini she planned to wear or she giggled not wear in the Caribbean, she scrubbed me down while I wore boxers. One fortunate side effect of my pain and the pain pills was that it quelled my libido some extent, at least it quelled by physical reaction so I did not get a giant boner in front of my mother. Although as soon as I reduced my dosage and I thought my voluptuous Mom in that slice bikini I would get hard. My arousal would deepen as I relived how her breasts jiggled and danced before him eyes as she scrubbed my face and chest, how they felt brushing up against me as she washed my back and shoulders. Her buttocks were glorious moons encased in slivers of silk that I watched so closely as she bent over to wash my legs. As she toweled me off she suddenly hugged me tight, pressing those glorious orbs into my chest. With laughter and tears in her eyes, she kissed my neck softly and all too briefly. Although I know I read too much into it, the kiss seemed to straddle the fence between a motherly peck and a lover's buss. "That was fun. I haven't washed my baby boy in such a long time." Her long nailed finger stroked my back in a brief caress. In a more melancholy vein she said, "Although you aren't so little anymore. You are almost a grown man and I am getting to be an old woman." I realized it at the time that my mother was feeling insecure and wanted some assurances. She felt that she was becoming old and unattractive and probably felt that this was one reason Dad spent so much time on business. Even if it had not been true, I should have told her that she was still a very beautiful and sexy woman. God knows when she went to Caribbean heads would get whiplash when she walked down on the beach. However I was pissed off, sullen and in an embarrassed to be washed by Mommy frame of mind and so said nothing, except to ask if we were done because I wanted to play on the Xbox. Merry fucking Christmas! I thought as my mother kissed my cheek and told me to be a good boy. She gave me a hug that crushed her large bosom against my chest. Just a few years ago the matronly feel of her breasts would have comforted me but now I felt a mixture of discomfort and arousal. Mom left me sitting on the couch as she left to join my father who was outside waiting in the car, probably with his usual impatience. I nearly missed seeing her wave good bye because my eyes were locked on her ass as wiggled underneath her tight skirt. Her sweet perfume, warm presence and sexy body had their usual effect on me. Normally when my mother arouses me and I have the opportunity I head for my room and pull out my collection of porn magazines to have a good wank. Now don't me wrong I am not one of these sick bastards who obsess about their mother. Do I think about her sometimes when I am choking the chicken, or think about what it would be like to screw her? Yes, I do on occasion but usually my fantasies are the normal ones about centerfolds, tennis stars, pop stars and actresses. However since my accident I had not been mobile enough to have any privacy and my hormones were working over time. Being temporarily disabled I did not pack my bags and I was rather certain Mom had not included any of my porno stash in the suitcases. Even if I had wanted to go to my room and relieve the aching from my erection, I could not have done it on my own since I needed Grandma's help to stand up right. Since I was in my Grandma's house just the idea of whacking off there seemed as weird as doing it in a church. When my mom walked out the door I was one sullen and horny teenage boy. Perhaps thinking that I was angry about being left behind and also perhaps sad about not being with my parents during Xmas, my grandmother decided to cheer me up right away. Standing behind the couch she grabbed my head and covered my eyes with her hands. "Guess who Gloomy Gus!" This pulled the back of my head up against her bosom. It was like having my head cradled in a large fluffy pillow as a large breast was cushioned against each of my cheeks and ears. To an already horny eighteen-year-old boy breasts are breasts and when they touch you, you get even hornier. Not getting an immediate response from me Grandma rolled over the couch and sat in my lap with the intention of tickling me, as if I were still ten. Her bright blue eyes got as big as saucers and she exclaimed "Oh my!" when her fanny made contact with my hard throbbing cock. Taken off guard by the sudden weight I groaned in surprise and jerked my legs, which made me jerk in pain. Grandma instinctively grabbed at my injured area but jerked her hand back as if she had touched a red-hot poker, which in a sense she had. Smiling she said, "I hope I didn't break anything. I guess you are a little too old to play tickling games with." She tried to get off of my lap but she had some problem getting back on her feet and for a few seconds her ass ground up against my hard dick. That this aroused me even shamed me especially when she sat next to me on the sofa. It felt surreal to be sitting next to my grandmother when I had a stiffy. If I had possessed the use of two good legs I would have excused myself and ran to the bathroom but unfortunately I had to continue sitting on the couch with Grandma. My horniness had the odd effect of clearing my brain and piercing the mental image I had built up about her as "grandma" and allowed me to see her as a woman. Grandma was seventy-two years old, although she was well preserved for her age. Take the description of my mother, change the hair color to white and lengthen it by six inches, add fifteen pounds distributed about the waist, buttocks and thighs and you have a pretty good idea of what my grandmother looks like. She went the "I earned every wrinkle" route and had not resorted to surgery to look younger. Without make-up her wrinkled and lined face looked every bit her age, though it was still quite beautiful. Although she kept pretty toned with exercise and diet, she had soft jowls, wattles around her neck while her hands were liver spotted, veined and lined. All these demonstrated her advanced age. On the other hand she still had a very feminine shape and dressed in t-shirts and tight jeans and she wore a very sexy perfume. I became so entranced by her large breasts that I did not hear her ask me what I was watching. "I dunno" I answered brusquely and made a point to pay closer attention to the screen. "Hmm, well I hope you aren't going to a grouch all week." Grandma said with some sternness, although I could see her smiling slightly. I do not know that name of the movie but it was on one of those stations that show classic films. This one must have been in the fifties because all of the girls wore knee length skirts, tight sweaters and those white and black shoes. They guys had short hair and seemed really clean cut. The film was centered on the relationships of two teenage couples. The film had one scene where everyone went to the drive in. I was sort of interested in this because frankly, I had never seen a drive in before. Apparently people sat in their cars and put a speaker on the window and listened to the film as they watched it. The main couple in the film had a rather tepid kissing session before she stopped him and they watched the movie. Their friends however kissed passionately and climbed into the back seat. A few scenes later the girl who had climbed into the back seat of the car at the drive in tearfully bid her friends good bye as she went to visit her relatives in another state. My grandmother giggled as she snorted with disgust. "Well, at least you can see the hypocrisy of the time I grew up in." I didn't know what she was talking about and told her so. She gave me a peculiar look; "You have had a talk with your mother or father, about sex, right?" "Yeah but they also told me that in their day and age people didn't do it before they were married." Grandma trilled with laugher, "What a load of crap. God knows how many times I found your mother getting busy on the couch when she was in high school and college." "I didn't think she knew Dad until after she was out of college." Grandma's blue eyes look on a merry light. "I didn't say it was with your father." As my brain now whirled with images of my mother having sex with a bunch of strangers I felt my cock stiffen once again. "Okay, but certainly not back in the really old days." Grandma looked like she had been slapped for a second and then a wistful smile curled her lips. "I guess it was the really old days." Her finger poked my ribs, "Well, let me tell you my little man. That couple that climbed in the back seat were getting down and dirty. However before the pill we had to be careful and use condoms. Not that they always worked. That little bit about her going to visit her relatives was the film's way of saying she got knocked up. Back than you had two socially acceptable choices, you could get married early or you could give the baby up for adoption, leaving town to visit relatives before you showed. Really though she was heading for a home for unwed mothers. Statistically I am certain that the numbers of teen pregnancies are up these days, although with all the available sources of birth control I don't understand why. Even so there more than you might think back then. "Now had those make out scenes been realistic those boys would have been smeared with red goo." Grandma giggled. "That vibrant red lipstick we wore back then left traces almost every where it touched. Afterward and intense make out session the guys had to wipe themselves off with a hankie everywhere the lips had been." Her having said that I now saw those vibrant red lips in a new light. My erection, which had started to wane, stiffened up again. "So where do young people go to make out these days, these rave things or the mall?" I did not want to admit I did not have much experience at that sort of thing, so I went for the sarcastic response. "We generally do it in the alley behind the Malt shop" Grandma's delicate, wrinkled hand slapped my shoulder with surprising strength as she laughed, "Okay wise-ass. Just be careful huh, I'm not ready to be a great Grandma just yet." "Don't worry Grandma, I will follow your example and stay a virgin until I married." Which seemed to be the way I was heading anyway. Grandma looked at me with a half amused and half puzzled expression. Comprehension flashed through her eyes and she gave me a warm smile. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and gave me a quick hug. "Oh, sweetie, don't worry. It will happen soon enough." Looking me deep in the eyes and ruffling my hair. "You are a handsome young man and I am not just saying that because I am your grandmother." Giving me a wink, she said, "In fact had you been around during my day, I would have dragged you into the backseat of my daddy's Packard." Mrs. Claus! Well, this information combined with the headiness of her perfume, the press of her large breasts against my chest and my adolescent hormone gave me a huge boner. "Grandma" I choked. A twinkle arose in her eyes as she said, "What you can't imagine your really old Grandma was once a young girl who liked to kiss, fondle and get laid?" She sat back with a laugh. "You do know your Uncle Ed was born four months premature don't you?" I shook my head. "Of course he really wasn't really premature, I already had a bun in the oven when your grandfather and I married. We had only really dated once before then. He was on leave and I met him at a dance. After dancing a bit, we went into the back of my daddy's car." Her eyes shone with mirth and remembered lust as she said, "Eventually he had lipstick stains all over his face, neck his chest and his ding a ling." She laughed at my shocked expression and nudged me in the ribs. ""Loosen up, junior" Getting up she went to fix herself a drink and asked me what I wanted. "Gin and Tonic or a beer if that's too much trouble." "Okay dokie", she said as she poured a jigger of gin into a glass, added some tonic and a slice of lime. Wow, I thought perhaps this week won't be such a waste. She turned around and took out a bottle of beer from the fridge. She walked over holding the two drinks in her hand, taking a pull of the gin and tonic she handed the bottle of beer to me. With a groan I realized it was root beer. Noting my look she laughed, "Well maybe in two days when you stop taking your meds we can give you a glass of something stronger." I turned my attention back to the television now showing some war movie. I did not see her walk over to her cupboards and pull down a couple of picture albums, if I had I probably would have made a sarcastic comment. She plopped down on the couch and said, "So kiddo you want to see just what hot stuff your old granny was back in the Stone Age?" "Okay," I said noncommittally. She opened a photo album showing quite a few snapshots of her and her friends as teenagers. It was not that difficult to pick out my grandmother, I recognized her smile and her eyes immediately. Actually she had not changed all that much physically. Her black hair had become white, her face was thinner and lined, her waist had thickened a tad but she still had the same voluptuous figure as the girl dressed in a pleated skirt and white blouse. Putting the book in my lap she challenged me to find her and was very pleased when I pointed to her without hesitation. There were several pictures of her dressed in scoop neck blouses that showed a generous amount of cleavage, pictures of her wearing waist tied blouse that accentuated her bust as well as showing cleavage and there were some shots of her in the bikini of the day, which although it covered much more skin than in the present day, its tightness showed off the bust and derriere to a fabulous degree. "Oh my God, Grandma were more than hot stuff, you were absolutely beautiful. Gorgeous and sexy." Having been without porn for over a week these sexy pictures of a well built teenager got me hot. That the girl happened to be my grandmother who leaned up against me with those same large breasts as we looked at the pictures really messed with my head. Breathing her perfume made me as giddy and disoriented as if it had been weed. Weird image flashed flitted across my brain as I unconsciously pictured my grandmother as she looked presently in the scoop blouses and pleated skirts, in the waist tied blouses and tight blue jeans and in those oddly sexy bikinis. A surreal sense of arousal and self-disgust filled me. "I guess you'd know your old granny anywhere?" "You haven't changed all that much." "So I am still gorgeous and sexy," she teased. "Well, yeah for an old… er woman." "For an old lady, you mean," she said with a wink. Noting my discomfort she leaned in and opened the second photo album. "Now here is your mother as a teenager. She was a hottie too." Indeed she was. My mother was a teenager in the eighties and wore her hair in the big styles popular then, as well as the baggy top over a tight bottom. Several pictures showed her wearing the off the shoulder sweatshirt that was popular then. Quite a few shots showed her wearing tight leather pants that accentuated the full grandeur of her sweet, round ass. Even the baggy tops did not hide her full, large breasts. God, here I was looking at pictures of my grandmother and my mother and was going insane with lust. I quickly flipped through the rest of the book but happened upon a picture that froze my look. There was a Christmas party with several pictures of both my grandmother and my mother wearing almost identical costumes. Grandma wore a Santa cap from which white hair cascaded, gold wire frame glasses, a red silken blouse white fur trim around the sleeves, neck and waist. The blouse was a scoop blouse with a large décolletage. The curved white mounds of Grandma's breasts inside the red blouse looked like a sweet cream topping on large round cherries. Grandma also wore a short red skirt tripped with white fur at the hem, red stockings and large shiny black boots. Mom wore an identical outfit but kept her natural hair color and traded the gold-framed glasses for elf ears. The captions read Mrs. And Anna Claus. There was one particular shot of Grandma bending over to get a present from underneath a tree, my eyes riveted on her gaping cleavage and taut ass. "That was a Xmas party ten years ago. I still had it for an old gal, huh." "I'll say, I half whispered to myself. I had planned to hold the book in my lap until my seemingly permanent hard-on subsided however Grandma lifted the book to put it back. Her eyes widened a bit when she saw my tented sweatpants. Her eyes flickered over my crotch as she teased me. She squeezed my thigh and said, "You should not have any trouble getting a girl, sweetie." Okay these pictures of my grandmother and my mother and her innocent flirtation with me kept me in a state of arousal most of the day. She pointedly asked if I needed to visit the rest room. After she helped me up and I went into the john I could not whiz very well standing on crutches and trying to aim with a full erection. I got pee all over the floor. Still my painful erection jutted away. Once I forced myself to get over the creepiness of jacking off in my Grandma's bathroom, I closed my eyes and thought of Darlene Cira giving me head. However the vision of Darlene transformed my mother who started sucking me off which made me feel even hotter. As my fantasy grew more intense I stared down at my mother who was sucking my dick with a slow, loving motion her hair whitened, her face wrinkled and her lips turned a vivid red. It was my grandmother wearing that deep red lipstick who was blowing me! The perverse eroticism of this made a lightning bolt of absolute pleasure shiver through my entire body. A mind numbing orgasm rocketed through me and I overshot the toilet spraying the wall, the sink and even the mirror. I fell backwards with a clatter and smacked my head against the tub. A minute later Grandma was trying to open the door only to find it locked. I moved on my back like a turtle trying to turn over. I told her I could not reach the door. Grandma opened the door with a bobby pin and rushed to my side. I nearly died with embarrassment Grandma's eyes widened at seeing me naked from the waist down with a cum dripping dick. Her eyes quickly took in my sticky fingers and the splotches of sperm all over the place. When she pursed her lips and I thought she was reacting with disgust. Standing up she wet a cloth with warm water. I heard her choke down a laugh as she turned to me, saying, "Let's get you cleaned up. First she wrapped the cloth around my limp dick and softly wiped it. Being so close to the object of my recent orgasmic fantasy and feeling the warmth and her delicate, wrinkled hand moving up and down, I felt another stiffy coming on." Deep blue eyes twinkling Grandma noticed the slight stiffening with an exasperated smile, "Teenage hormones!" She washed my hands and helped me get my pants back on. When I started to clean the mirror with the cloths, she told me she would take care of it and help me back to the living room and onto the sofa. I sat in deep mortification. After a few minutes Grandma started fixing our supper. For a while I thought she was going to let the incident go by without comment but after supper when we were watching another classic film, she suddenly turned to me, resting her elbow on my shoulder. "I know you are probably as embarrassed as hell, and my telling you that there is no reason to be embarrassed will probably not make any difference. So I will make one little comment. I sure would like to meet the gal who made you shoot a load like that! She must be something special." She laughed at my deep blush. Taken aback by this I stupidly blurted, "You already know her." That just piqued her interest even more. Grinning she said, "Hmm, I already know her, huh? Well, I don't know any of your little girlfriends. The only people I know that you also know are your relatives." Reading the surprise on my face, she realized she had hit a score. "You don't have a sister. Ah, were you thinking about Amber and Tiffany?" Those were my cute sexy twin cousins. "No," I said with confusion. Yeah, I should have been thinking about them instead of my mom and Grandma. She began to list my other cousins and aunts. I should have said yes to at least one of them but because of guilt and also I think I unconsciously wanted to see her reaction I truthfully said no. A more serious look came into her face but she still asked in a bantering tone, "You naughty boy, were you thinking about your sexy momma? "NO!" I shouted almost violently. My reaction caused a look that was both triumphant and troubled. "Okay, I was in part thinking about mom but it wasn't thinking about her that caused my … reaction." She was relieved that it was not Mom but mercilessly began teasing me to tell her who it was! Feeling trapped but unable to say that it was her, I blurted out, "It was Mrs. Claus, okay!" My answer made do a surprised double take. "Mrs. Claus!" She exclaimed with a shocked laugh. She giggled and then stopped herself. "You had a fantasy about doing it with Mrs. Claus? I guess I should be happy it wasn't about Rudolph!" And she broke down laughing. "Okay, keep your secret. Mrs. Claus!" giggled thinking I was joking. Later that evening Grandma asked me how long I had been wearing my underwear because I was getting a little gamey and the fishy smell did not help. Okay I had been dreading this. Even though Grandma was a retired nurse I really did not feel comfortable with her giving me a bath. I told her as much. "All kidding aside, sweetie you reek. If you don't want me to scrub you that is fine, but explain to me how you plan on getting your undies off without bending your knee? Remember I just saw your penis, just like I have thousands of them. Yours is not special." We argued for this for several minutes. I came up with a compromise. I would sink bathe myself sitting on the edge of the tub. After which I would lay on my bed and Grandma would remove my stinky drawers and start my new pair up my legs, leaving me to do the rest. Grandma insisted on being just outside the door in case I needed help during my bath, so once again I did not have any alone time. After my bath she walked with me to my room and helped me lay on the bed. While I was getting ready for my bath Grandma had changed into a pink flannel nightgown that buttoned straight down from the neck. She also wore fluffy pink slippers. The top two buttons of the flannel nightgown were undone, showing just the slightest amount of cleavage. Without a supporting bra they drooped down on her breastbone. I tried to think of anything non-sexual but my eyes were fastened on those bouncing orbs. Forcing myself to look away, my eyes instead fastened on the sway of her round buttocks as they swished beneath the loose fabric of the nightgown. It swept back and forth over her round ass, hiding it and revealing it with every step. As I lay on the bed, Grandma stood between my spread legs and grabbed the bottoms of my sweatpants and slowly worked them off of my legs. Then as per our agreement she closed her eyes and pulled at the bottom of my boxers. The movement of Grandma tugging at my sweatpants had popped open a few more of the buttons of her nightgown exposing a good deal of her cleavage. I noted with interest that her breasts were speckled with age, showed some wrinkling and had some stretch marks where they jutted out and drooped down from her chest but were still quite magnificent. My dick shot up and to my chagrin poked right out of the fly. With one hand I grabbed my boxers and with the other I frantically tried to shove my rigid member back into my shorts. Yeah, I know it was stupid since Grandma could not have seen it with her eyes closed. We played tug of war with my boxers for a moment as I tried to Grandma finally said, "What in the world is going on!" and opened her eyes. Her eyes widened and she laughed, "Oh I see the boxers were caught on a projection. Well, I've seen it now, you might as well quit fighting." Blushing and almost crying with embarrassment, I turned my head as Grandma pulled my boxers the rest of the way off. She pulled the clean ones up to my knees. I pulled them the rest of the way one and we put my sweat pants back on. Grandma kissed my forehead and wished me a good night. The next day while Grandma and I were playing Uno, she began to act a little nervous. Finally she poured herself a glass of gin and as if distracted handed me a bottle of beer. "Sweetie, do you know what a fetish is?" I had only the faintest idea of what she was talking about. "It's when someone has a sexual fixation." "You mean like a pervert who likes shoes or panties?" I asked in shock. Did she think I was a perv? Grandma looked shocked at my reaction and grabbed my hand. "Well, yes that is a fetish but I was talking about a sexual fixation on a physical characteristic. For example most men on fixated on breasts or a woman's buttocks. However some men are only sexually attracted to blondes or attracted only to Asian women or black women when they belong to neither of those ethnic groups. I know this may be very embarrassing but I first thought you were joking when you said you were fantasizing about Mrs. Claus but then I saw how excited you got looking at my saggy old boobs. So are you "turned on" by mature women? Is that why you haven't gotten a girlfriend yet?" Okay these were loaded questions. Should I tell my grandmother that it was her that turned me on and be labeled and incestuous freak? Should I admit that my lack of a girlfriend had more to do with me being lame in the romance department than a lust for mature ladies? I thought if I admitted to the lesser of two evils the whole thing would blow over. Blushing and tearing up, I shamefully admitted that yes, I was attracted to older women and that I was sorry for being a freak. Grandma took my hand in hers and kissed me on the cheek, telling me that there was nothing wrong with me but that I should not let my fantasies keep me from experiencing life. Later that day she told me she had to do some late minute Xmas shopping and left me to my own devices. However I was stuck sitting on the couch and did not feel comfortable with having a wank in my grandmother's living room. When she returned with her packages she took them into her room. We ate dinner and watched some television before she helped me to my room. Since it was Xmas Eve she told me I needed to get to bed earlier otherwise Santa might not stop here. A couple of hours later I was abruptly awakened from a deep sleep by the door to my room flying open. Shouting "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!" my grandmother walked into the room wearing a Santa cap, a large Santa suit which she had suitably stuffed with pillows and black boots. The Santa suit ended at her knees so I could see that she was wearing red stockings, probably identical to the ones she had worn at the Xmas party. She also wore the gold-rimmed glasses and the vivid red lipstick. One additional touch was a pinkish eye shadow that highlighted her deep blue eyes. Realizing that she was probably wearing the same outfit underneath the Santa suit my cock became wood. Over her shoulder was slung a white furred trimmed Santa sack. She carefully placed the sack on the floor by my bed. "Well now, Mr. James Ellenville, word around the North Pole is that you are a naughty boy who has been crushing on Mrs. Claus? Is that true?" Unsure as what exactly was going on I nodded yes. Grandma smiled, "Well, It makes old Mrs. Claus feel good to know that a handsome young man such as yourself finds her so attractive. I've made a special trip to see you and brought you some special presents. Would you like to see them?" Could it be possible? Was my Grandma coming onto me? Did she want me to screw her? The thought of this scared the living crap out of me, as it excited me to no end. She reached into her bag and brought out a portable DVD player. She opened it and placed it at the foot of my bed. "This one is from your granny for being a nice young man." She then brought out three DVD cases and smiled "These are from Mrs. Claus for being such a naughty young man who likes the older ladies. Since Mrs. Claus is married she cannot take care herself, despite how much she may desire to do so, she hopes this will be a suitable substitute. Hopefully these will give you some good fantasy material." I looked at the titles of the DVDs and got a shock. Older Women and Younger Men, Riding with Grandma and Grandma's Got Big Tits. I do not know what shocked me more that Grandma was not only able to locate and purchase these films or that she gave them to me. Registering my shock as speechless pleasure, Grandma said, "Mrs. Claus thought if you looked at some real depictions of your fantasy you might be able to get past it." With a twinkle in her eyes she asked which one I wanted to watch first I chose the Older Women and Younger Men disc. Grandma slid it into the player and then swung up onto my bed to sit next to me. She snuggled close, throwing her left arm over my shoulder so that her arm draped across my chest. As she rested her head on my shoulder the fuzzy Santa cap and her long white hair tickled my cheek. Her perfumed filled my senses as she squirmed to get comfortable. Although her Santa suit was well stuffed with pillows I could still feel the firmness of her large left breast as it pressed against my right side. If I truly had a mature woman fetish the DVD would have disappointed me, the women were older then the men but barely. Most were only by a couple to a dozen years. Despite finding the film erotic watching porn while my grandmother hugged me was very inhibiting. However, I was able to forget my surroundings for a while when a brunette named Ava in her late thirties had a passionate tryst with a man just out of his teens. Ava's dark hair and voluptuous curves made me think of my mother. In my imagination Ava was fully replaced by my mother and I took the young man's place. I could not help but become aroused. During the course of the film Grandma divided her time between watching what was going on screen and watching my facial reactions while also checking out the action in my crotch. When Ava began to arouse me, she smiled and softly rubbed my chest. Once I started feeling aroused all of the sexual stimuli surrounding me, the perfume, a woman's hand rubbing my chest, the press of a woman's body against mine all combined to keep me aroused. When the film finished Grandma kissed my cheek and popped in another. This one was Grandma's Got Big Tits. Mrs. Claus! This turned out to be a compilation film made of scenes from various films. Many of the scenes were between older people of about the same age, others were between older women and younger men but many of the "grandmothers" had big tits because they were also greatly overweight. Noting my reaction to these scenes Grandma fast-forwarded the disc. Finally after six scenes of pure crap there came one that was pretty good. This had a woman in her fifties I'd guess with black and gray hair. She and a young male companion were sitting in a private dining room at a restaurant. Her male companion was in his early twenties. You could imagine that it was perhaps a young man taking his grandmother out for a special dinner. The illusion could be maintained since the dialogue in the scene was very minimal limited to sounds of pleasure. She kissed his cheek. He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Although she was surprised, she responded. The young man urged her to stand up and then slowly kissed her lips, face and neck. Although her face was lined, her neck was creased and her hands were wrinkled she was still attractive with large breasts, wide hips and full bottom if a slightly thick waist. The older lady and her companion necked and slowly undressed each other. Once she had his shirt off the older lady stroked the naked chest and stomach of her male companion with her hands and nails. He removed her brassiere and suckled her full but sagging breasts until the nipples stood out like small plums. They hugged and he kissed her neck as their naked chests pressed up against each other. She kissed his chest and slowly worked down his stomach. Pulling down his pants she kissed down his groin to his fully erect dick. Stroking this for a while, she bent down and licked it before swallowing it. As per porno movies the young man was rather large and thick and the older woman swallowed him without batting an eye. "Damn!" breathed Grandma. Up until that moment Grandma had not shown any visible signs of being affected by any of the scenes. She made a few wry observations about the tendencies of silicone breasts, tattoos and in her words "overly large equipment". While she was not disgusted by the sexual activity, she did not seem aroused by it either, being more interested in making certain I was enjoying my gift. However she avidly watched this sensual scene between the much older woman and younger man. I guess women like the more romantic type stuff rather than the typical wham bam action we guys prefer. As the scene progressed she began squirming more on the bed, I could the vvvipp vvipp of her stockings rubbing. Her hand slowly stroked across my chest and stomach almost but never quite reaching my groin. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her eyes glaze over and her mouth parted. Her tongue slid over vivid red lips as he breathing became more pronounced. By the time that the sensual scene had finished, my boxers were a pup tent and Grandma was perspiring. Taking a deep breath she slid off of the bed. At my look of surprise and I guess hurt, she gave me a sheepish smile. "Mrs. Claus must be too used to the North Pole because all of a sudden she is very warm. She opened the Santa suit letting it and the three pillows underneath it fall to the floor. As I had suspected Grandma was dressed in the white fur trimmed red silk blouse with the deep décolletage. It fit her snugly and the moisture of her perspiration made it cling most fetchingly. I immediately noticed she had chosen not to wear a bra. Grandma followed my eyes and smiled, "Mrs. Claus discovered that when she put on this outfit the few pounds that she had gained would not allow her to wear a bra. So don't get any thoughts she did it for your benefits, you naught boy." As she bent over to put in the last film the short red dress drew my attention and I took in her round, full buttocks and red stocking clad legs. Her ass had some sag to it and her thighs were a bit chunky but that did not matter in my state of arousal. I also saw that the film had affected her more than she let on because her bottoms of her red panties were dark with moisture. After putting in the last disc she slid back into her previous position of snuggling against me on the bed, her left arm once again over my left shoulder, her head resting on my right shoulder. Without the Santa suit, the warm lushness of her body was fully pressed against me. Her full breast molded against my side and her hip rested against mine. Her increased body warmth activated her perfume filling the room with its sexy scent. To this was added an earthier, muskier scent, which I took for female perspiration. Our final feature Riding with Grandma was also a compilation film with a theme. The actors were playing grandmothers and grandsons engaging in sexual activities. Some of the scenes had been re-dubbed to make the theme consistent, although not always consistent with the action portrayed in the scenes. While most of these women were old enough to be grandmothers I found very few of them attractive, they were either too large or too decrepit looking. Gauging my reactions again Grandma fast-forwarded through the DVD. She stopped when she saw the dark haired woman and the younger man in the restaurant from the previous disc. This scene's dialogue had been re-dubbed so that the actors actually referred to themselves as grandma and grandson. While the minimalist dialogue version had been erotic, the additional dialogue made it even hotter. By the end of the scene Grandma was breathing heavier and I felt her hardened nipple poke me in the side. The next scene had one of the actually few gray haired women that I found attractive, although she was slightly overweight, she had a nice shape and a pretty if fairly lined face. The scene was of a young man in his teenager years that had locked himself in his room after his girlfriend had dumped him. Grandma insisted on seeing him. Hiding his porn he had let her in. She told him he would meet another girl. He told her that no girl would have anything to do with him because he did not know how to be with a woman. Now Grandma had been eyeing junior's tented shorts since she stopped into the room. Smiling and standing up from the bed, Grandma offered to show him how to treat a woman. She loosened her long gray white hair, undid the buttons to her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was dressed in a brassiere, panties, stockings and garters. She showed the young man how to remove a bra, how to undress his lady. She then showed him how and where he should kiss her. After being initially erotic the scene quickly became raunchy as his grandmother gave him a blowjob before pushing him onto the bed and riding his hard willy. Sitting besides me, Grandma absently began stroking my chest, neck and groin. Accidentally brushing against my swollen cock, she quickly brought her hand back up to my chest. Her hand would trail back and forth, slowly caressing me as she watched the action of the video. With recurring frequency her hand kept drifting down to brush up against my rigid member. On screen as the older woman rode her younger partner he caressed her long white hair, kissed her neck and sucked at the swollen nubs of her breasts. Grandmas breathing quickened at this scene and she squirmed restlessly crossing her legs and leaning backwards. Her breasts rose up like cresting waves, her nipples buoys upon the water. Her engorged nipples pushed through the fabric of the silken blouse. Constrained they were half an inch long. A devilish notion struck me as the phrase tits you can could a hat on struck me. I did not have a hat but I wondered if they would support something else. On my nightstand was a miniature Xmas tree from which hung small marble sized ornaments. Reaching over I took one of these off of the tree and hung the string over Grandma's stiff nipple. She started at the touched. Looking down to see the ornament dangling from her nipple, she snorted a laugh and plucked the ornament off. Grandma sighed as this movement tickled her aroused nipple. She flicked the nub with her fingertip and hissed in pleasure. Her fingers rested at the buttons running down the front of her blouse. She turned to face me with head tilted with the Santa cap hanging askew. Eyes flashing with humor and heat, she licked her lips and gave me a small smile. "You really like Gra… Mrs. Claus' old titty's don't you?" "Yes," I squeaked. Her eyes flickered and her face grew momentarily somber as she stared directly into my eyes. Her eyes flared bright and her vivid red lips curled into a big smile. In a voice husky with desire she said, "Would you like to see them?" Unable to speak, I merely nodded. Grandma kept her one arm around my neck and used it to brace herself as she half turned towards me. With her free hand she slowly unbuttoned the front of he blouse. Each opened button revealed more of the creamy white globes half hidden by the red blouse. When every button had been undone the tight blouse still clung to the fronts of her breast, kept in place by the hard spikes of her nipples. Giving her breasts a shake failed to free them but it made those delicious breasts jostle so sexily. Using her red nailed finger Grandma peeled the clinging blouse off of each of her breasts finally revealing their full glory to my adoring eyes. Full and pendulant, they sagged halfway down her breastbone. Freckled dotted their creamy white expanse and when the breasts swung the stretch marks surrounding them were very evident. Swollen with desire vibrant pink nipples about jutted one inch from the pale white breasts. The nipples were surrounded by an areola about the diameter of a coffee cup. Drawing me tight against her the hard nipples poked my chest almost painfully as her warm fullness crushed against my pajama top. Grandma's mouth was next to my ear, she kissed my lobe and said, "Touch Mrs. Claus's snow globes if you want." Tentatively I ran my finger across the creased, hot flesh of her breast curve. Grandma took her arm from around my neck and moved backwards. Thinking I had done something wrong I jerked my hand back. Grandma pulled her legs up so that she was kneeling next to me. Smiling she took both of my hands in her small, age lined hands and softly but firmly placed them over the hard rubbery flesh of her nipples. She sucked in a gasp of pleasure as I squeezed down on her yielding flesh. As I played with her breasts Grandma unbuttoned my pajama top. It hung loosely on my shoulders just as the red silken top hung off of her. Her blue eyes blazed with a combination of lust, passion and love. Looking deep into my eyes she slowly ran a red nailed finger down my chest, across my stomach and down to my boxer waistband. Pursing her lips in reflection, she seemed to be deep in thought. With a wry smile and a sigh she cupped her hand around the length of my cock and slightly stroked it. She slid off of the bed grabbing the portable DVD player. She put this over on a chair and shut the lid. My heart sank as I thought that fun and games were over. However she turned back to me with a big smile and kicked off her black boots. Putting her hands underneath her large drooping breasts she lifted them in my direction. "You really like Mrs. Claus saggy old titties, don't you? Would you like to see her dried up old pussy?" Without waiting for an answer, Grandma unzipped her tight red skirt and let it fall to ground revealing garters with red stockings. Her sodden panties filled the air with a deep musky scent. The light red material was maroon dark with moisture. Keeping her thighs pressed together she slowly pulled her panties down, gradually revealing a patch of white fur below her groin. Stepping out of the panties she swung her thighs apart, revealing dark pink lips outlined by a swath of white hair. While Grandma did not bikini wax she kept herself neat and trimmed. The silvery hair surrounding her pussy lips had the odd effect of enhancing them, of making them the new focal point of my lustful gaze. Swollen and clammy with desire her pussy lips were larger and protruded more than most of those I had seen in most porn magazines. Although I knew it was wrong, sick and evil, I had a strong desire to bury my face into those dark pink lips and feel that bushy white hair tickle my cheeks, lip and tongue. Imaging my cock sinking deep into that white rimmed pink crevice almost made me shoot a load in my boxers. I must have made a face in my effort not to come because Grandma's face clouded and her shoulders sagged making her droopy breasts swing a bit. "You don't like it?" She asked in a deflated tone. No, its just so beautiful that I… I almost… " Grandma's face glowed as she gave me a bright, sexy and understanding smile. Walking slowly over to my bed, she whispered. "So I guess you would like a closer look?" I nodded. She stood next to my bed with her crotch near my head. Up close I could see that swollen pink folds and crinkly white hair were slick with moisture. A heady musk more intoxicating than her perfume filled the air. Laughing at my slack jawed face she took my limp right hand in her delicate red nailed hand guided it up against the slippery wet folds. She held it there until my fingers began moving on their own. I stroked my fingers through her damp white curls. Grandma must have liked this because she began breathing harder. Looking up momentarily I saw her large full breasts heave like tremoring mountains. She ran her fingers through my hair as I caressed her ivory pussy hair. I became bolder with my explorations, rubbing and poking the wet rubbery flesh. I had only a general idea of what was what and mind you being confronted with the real thing is a lot different. Not exactly certain what it was I squeezed a grape sized protrusion. Grandma reaction like she had been electrocuted, giving off of deep moan and pulling tight against me. In a voice thick with passion Grandma choked, "Oh, you naughty boy playing with granny's.." she paused, "I mean Mrs. Claus' clitty." I heard the smile in her voice as she said, "You can get on the nice boy list … if you continue." When Grandma had pulled me against her this had the unforeseen benefit of burying my face up against her breasts. A rock hard nipple poked me in the chin. Bending my face a bit, I popped it into my mouth and began sucking. Grandma hissed and held me tighter against her. As I sucked against her breast, my fingers continued to explore Grandma's pussy. Rubbing her grape sized clit with my thumb I poked and prodded with my index finger. I was as shocked as she when it slipped between her folds and inside her pussy. As you might have guessed from the amount of moisture I described on her fold and on her public hair, Grandma did not have an old dried up pussy. Hot, moist and tight it sucked at my finger like a little mouth, the walls caressed my finger and pulled it deeper inside as if urging it to fill her. Sticking in another finger I began to pump my fingers in and out while sucking at Grandma's pap. She thrust her hips towards me, which shoved my fingers deeper into her channel. While doing this she also held tighter onto my head crushing it against her breasts. Grandma's soft moans echoed in chorus to the squishing sounds my fingers made as they slipped in and out of her dark rose petals. Warm, fragrant fluid seeped over my hand making it grow as slick with her juices. She hissed like a teakettle with sharp guttural moans. A few moment after I began finger fucking my grandmother while sucking her breast Grandma spasmed hard. With my ear pressed against her breast, I felt her heart hammer wildly and she let out a near shriek of "Oh, God!" Concerned, I stopped sucking her tit and looked up over her shaking breasts. She was sweating and her face and breasts were flushed. My first thought was oh my god, I've given my Grandma a heart attack! "Don't stop!" She wailed and I realized that it was not a heart attack but an orgasm. I quickly stuck her nipple back in my mouth and started plunged my hand into her pussy as fast as I could. She shuddered for a few seconds more and then clung to me as she rode out the throes of her orgasm. Placing a hand over my plunging hand she tenderly stopped my thrusting but held my hand inside her. We stood there holding each other for a moment. Stepping back a few steps she gently disengaged from me. Behind her gold-framed glasses, her deep blue eyes shimmered with delight. Grabbing my head she passionately kissed me on the lips. Before I could fully comprehend the idea of kissing my grandmother in such a fashion she pushed me back on the bed. She kissed her way down my chin, chest and stomach while climbing onto the bed. Putting her knees on either side of my legs she knelt over me. Reaching inside my boxer fly she drew out my rock hard penis. Her mouth puckered and I thought she was going to kiss the head of my penis. However having filled her mouth with saliva she bent over and engulfed my hard cock with her spit filled mouth. As the hot moisture and teasing tongue touched my rampant pole my balls clenched and a pleasurable pain clamored for release. I had to clutch my sheets and look away to prevent from blowing my load in Grandma's mouth. Hearing my whimper she looked up. The sight of my grandmother's blue eyes gazing over my groin, while her ruby red lips held half of my cock in her mouth was almost too much to bear. Yet with all my will power I kept from cumming. She smiled around my cock and slowly drew her lips off of it. My penis glistened with a thick coat of red tinged saliva. Splotches and tendrils of red stained my throbbing dick. For a second I had the scary thought that it was blood but then I noticed that I had spots of red running from my dick up my groin to my chest. Grandma had branded me with her lipstick. The thought of this almost made me spurt. I groaned, how much more stimulation could I take? Grandma rose up on her knees and looked down upon me. The Santa cap no longer fell off of her head and landed across my chest. Grandma snatched it up and jammed it over her head but her snowy white hair tumbled out from beneath its rim. Her gold-rimmed glasses were askew, lips were pouty and puffy, and the lipstick had smeared. Drenched with sweat the red silk blouse clung to her shoulders the sides of her breasts while the bottom part flapped like a cape. Large voluminous breasts jutted over her chest, the nipples still swollen and hard. Her red garters and stockings framed her white rimmed, dark pink pussy. At that moment she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She grasped my penis in her deeply veined right hand. Her small, lined red nailed fingers tenderly held it upwards. A serious look came onto her face as she contemplated the immensity of what she planned. "This is your first time, isn't it Jimmy?" I nodded. "Are you certain that you want it to be with a saggy, wrinkled old lady and not some hot young chick? Don't worry about offending me, I will understand if you don't want go any farther." Putting my hand on her silk covered thighs, stroking them and pushing them downwards I said, "NO one is as beautiful as you." Her eyes burned with a combination of lust, love and passion as she said, "Alright then, Mrs. Claus is going to give you a sleigh ride to heaven." She lowered herself and my cock head kissed the large folds of her pussy. Soon her lips covered and swallowed it. I watched with a combination of glee, awe and fascination as the white patch on her groin slowly descended and the length of my cock slowly become encased by her dark pink lips. The feeling was incredible as her tight opening took me in little by little, the muscles rippling and squeezing, the warm moisture caressing and stroking me in a way I cannot describe in any justifiable manner. Mrs. Claus! Gasping I clutched my sheets to keep from exploding immediately. Our pubic hair kissed. My cock was buried to the balls inside my grandmother's womb. Her white pubic hair tickled my groin as she leaned forward. After a moment she took my hands and placed them on her shoulders. Placing her hands on my chest she leaned towards me and began to rock her hips back and forth and side to side while also starting to churn up and down on my stiff rod. Her breasts swung back and forth smacking my chest and face. I snapped up one of her breasts with my lips and started to suck on her nipple. My fingers dug into the soft, smooth skin of her shoulders and she moaned. Grandma gasped in pleasure. Watching the rise and fall of her pearly mat and her lips undulate as they slipped up and down on my cock was too much. I even found the trembling of loose skin over her hips to be highly erotic. I had to look away. Grandma had gone to some trouble to make certain I had adjusted to her before starting our lovemaking so I would not go off immediately. I did not want to disappoint her. Although she moved slowly up and down and wiggled her hips from side to side in an unhurried rhythmic grind, the Santa cap fell off. Her long white hair cascaded over her shoulders and draped over one of her full breasts like a snow capped hill rise. An engorged pink nipple winked in and out of a shimmering white veil. As the white hair swayed and rippled over her breast her breasts swung playfully batting me in the face and chest. As her full, drooping breasts bounced before my face I found the wrinkling of her stretching breast tissue from as they rose and fell so hot that it nearly sent me over the edge. Believing that watching her face would be safer in the sense that it would not be as titillating I looked over the freckled and wrinkled expanse of her breasts. The expression of her face was sexier even than her full swinging beasts or the sight of her pussy as it slid up and down on my penis. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her lips were pursed. She had her head thrown back and her wrinkled skin, wattles and small jowls quivered as she rode me. The pursing of her lips and squeezing of her eyes brought out all of the crows feet, laugh lines of her face. There was little doubt that this was an elderly woman giving me pleasure and taking pleasure from me. She shuddered once and her face clenched tighter, I clearly saw all of the wrinkles and creases in my grandmother's beautiful face as she shivered in the pleasure of my mouth on her breast and my dick buried into her hot pussy. An ecstatic bomb went off underneath my back, exploding electric pleasure through my brain, balls and dick. My heart hammered and the world became a kaleidoscope of images, all of which were the mental snapshots I had taken of my grandmother as we had made love. Her full, red lips, her large, sagging breasts swaying against me, the moist, dark pink of her pussy, the vibrant white of her pubic hair. At the center however remained the picture of my grandmother's beautiful, wrinkled face as she came. I never imagined that a woman's facial expression of pleasure would make me forget about the pussy wrapped around my cock, especially during my first time. I moaned and thrashed while what seemed to be gallons of spunk filled Grandma's throbbing pussy. In the midst of my ecstasy I also felt guilty and ashamed because my first intercourse had only lasted like three minutes or so. Once Grandma had decided to give me this wonderful Xmas gift, I had promised myself that I would last until she was satisfied but I failed Feeling me coming Grandma opened her eyes and rode me a bit a faster. Her nails dug into my chest as her fingers pulled tighter. Grinning broadly she leaned further against me and cooed in my ear. "That's all right right, baby, let it go, give me all of it. Fill my pussy with your sweet cum." Although I had been careful before in the throes of orgasm I forgot myself and tried to bend my legs to drive myself fully into Grandma. Unfortunately my injured knee and foot did not allow this and a spasm of pain made me buck and then collapse on the bed. Grandma lost her balance and fell sprawling against me, her slack breasts pancaking against my chest. Giggling she threw her arms around my neck and buried her face against my neck. She kissed my neck and held me as the last vestiges of my orgasm subsided. We lay there in silence, our fluids mingling and both of our hearts hammering from the exertion of sex and the immensity of our love. I was so overwhelmed by this experience that I did not know what to say, although I knew I should say something but I remained silent. I was content just to lie there and hold Grandma in my arms. Lethargy swept over me and the erection I thought would never go away faded and shrunk inside Grandma's love canal. Grandma slipped off of me and said, "Mrs. Claus has to get cleaned up before she heads back to the North Pole." Leaning down she gave me a soft, passionate kiss. "Merry Christmas, Jimmy, I hope you enjoyed your present." Stroking her finger down my chest once, she smiled and said, "Although I am not quite certain that you are the one that received the present" My lids were too heavy to reply at this point and I barely remember seeing Grandma pick up the rest of her Mrs. Claus outfit walk out the door, her fleshy buttocks jiggling as she did.