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Trailer of Family Desires Ch. 02

By: thesultrybard



By the time we reached the church, the snow had started to pick up. Mom was concerned we might not be able to drive back. I told her we'd make it back just fine. My sister had found our usual pew, and we piled in next to her.

"It's going to be a great sermon!" she said. She was always a bit too bubbly for me. "It's an extra half hour today!"

I looked around the room and could see more than a dozen women I'd laid the pipe with more than once. At first, there was an uneasy feeling about it, but now, I felt like a shepherd. One who shepards hot sexy older grannies to my big dick. 

We sat down and the singing started. About a half hour in, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. On my way to the john, I passed Mrs. McClean. The Texan who had moved up here after winning some lottery money. I called her "the rich bitch." She always talked the dirtiest and howled the loudest. She also liked to wear stockings and garters for me. Her biggest turn on came when I shoot a big wad of cum on her nylon-covered thighs. Then I'd finish by jizzing all over her panties. She'd lick the cum out of the and then clean of my rod.

She gave me a faint wave, raised her eyebrows and made a quick look toward the church door. I nodded, as if to say "later" and continue to the bathroom. Mrs. McClean was a tornado in bed and I started thinking about what I would do to her tonight as I pushed open the bathroom door.

I could hear the choir starting up again as I pushed the stall door open. When I pulled my cock out to pee, it was halfway hard thinking about Mrs. McClean. Meanwhile, I could here another guy in the stall next to me. He sounded like he was having prostate problems with that trickle of his. My piss hole fired open and out came the morning's coffee. I shook it, turned and opened the stall door.

As I was gathering my cock to stuff back into my pants fully, I saw black high heels and the hem of a purple dress.

Grandma Gerte! I'd gone into the wrong bathroom! In thinking about that hot sex with Mrs. McClean, I'd totally missed the men's room and strayed into the ladies room. I didn't even notice she'd gotten up.

"Oh my Gott!" she said, her voice a low whisper enveloped by the sound of the choir. "What are you doing in here?"

"I got the bathrooms wrong, Grandma! I'm sorry," I said, not realizing my fat tool was still in my hand.

"And what -- what is -- that?" my Grandma said, vaguely pointing toward my half-hardened cock. "Put that away, please!"

When she said "Put that away," my loins churned. The blood rushed quickly into the spongy material of my penis and hardened farther. I wasn't sure what to say. But now my cock was slapping against the fabric of my white shirt, tall and erect. 

Grandma Gerte turned away and closed her eyes. She couldn't bear the sight of it. And in church, no less! "Please -- put it back in your pants!"

My rush of lust was overwhelming any sane thought I may have had. Was this the moment? Was this the time? I grabbed a handful of blood-bloated fuck-flesh and took my chance.

"Get on your knees Grandma," I said in a commanding tone.

"What ... I ... what?" she said, looking at me.

"Get down on your knees, take off that jacket and be quiet," I said. I'd done this enough with the oldies around the way.

"Grandson, what are you doing?" she said fervently. She could have screamed, but the choir was going full throat. And I was about to do the same.

"I want to fuck you, Grandma Gerte, I said. I reached over and slid the flimsy deadbolt on the door. Then, I unbutton my trousers and dropped them to the floor.

"Oh my Gott!" she said again. "You ... you are ... raping me? In church?"

"Take off your jacket!" I said again forcefully. She complied and looked like she wanted to cry. "And don't scream or yell. We are, after all, in church. And I'm just an underage teenager you lured in here for sex. Isn't that right?"

"You can't do this," she said again, letting her jacket drop onto the stained, tiled floor. 

I found the zipper on the back of her dress. I pulled it down, my hot cock wagging inches from her eyes. The zipper down, I pulled the dress down to her forearms. "You do the rest," I said. Quivering, she did it.

She kneeled before my stiff prick, my sweaty ball sack and me. I just stared at her profound, swollen chest. Her tits overfilled her bra, squirting out of the tops of the cotton cups. I could see her nipples plainly now, hardened either from a chill or the excitement. 

"Suck my cock, Grandma," I said.

"No," she said. "I cannot. I am your Oma!"

She used the German word for Grandmother. "Well, Oma's got to suck my dick and make me cum before the choir stops singing," I said. I pushed my cock in toward her lipstick-painted lips. She turned her head and I reached out a hand and turned it back. "Suck it."

Her mouth opened and I pressed my fat cockhead into her 64-year-old mouth. I slid onto her tongue, feeling her hot spit coat the shaft. Grandma inched her way until I felt it poke the back of her throat.

I stared down at her massive tits and started fucking her face. Oh my God! I was doing it! I was fucking my Grandmother! Not a full fuck, but that would come later. I used one hand to ram her face into my prick and another kneaded her mushy tits.

Under the weight of my tool, Grandma grunted and groaned. At first, I thought she was crying. However, as my hips met her face faster, her suction grew stronger. She was, at once, resisting and taking it in like a pro. Amazing.

The choir was about to move on to the last song. I knew if we were gone much longer, Mom would begin to wonder. It didn't matter. I wasn't going to last much longer anyway.

"Do you like it when I fuck your mouth, Grandma Gerte," I said. "Are my big balls slapping against your chin turning that hot old body of yours on?"

"Mmmmm-ggggph! Nnnn-ggggggg!" she cried beneath my swollen shaft. I pumped faster and faster, until I could feel the surge building behind my balls. 

"Oh fuck, your mouth is so hot, Grandma! So hot. Jesus, I'm cumming! NNNGGH!"

Every cell inside me exploded and my cock spat three giant ropes of cum into her mouth and down her throat. She started gagging and coughing, but I was nowhere close to done. A huge jet of cum found its way into Grandma's hair, while four more jizz ropes, thick and white, plopped onto her face. I blew another three thick strands onto the tops of her quivering melons, soaking them with my seed. I watched her swallow the mother lode I'd left on her tongue and saw the ocean of goo I'd splattered on her chest begin to ooze down into her cleavage. She coughed and breathed hard as I rubbed the last bits of semen out of my piss tube and onto her face. 

It was the most amazing orgasm I'd ever experienced. My cock was still hard, but the last song was ending and I knew we had to get out there. I wiped off my cock with a paper towel and handed one so she could wipe her face. She started to wipe her tits, but I stopped her.

"Leave it. I want to know it dripping down onto your stomach when we're sitting in the pew together," I said, pulling up, buttoning and zipping my pants. With an exasperated look on her face, she pulled her dress over her semen-soaked boobs. I could see it rubbing onto the purple fabric as I helped her zip up.

"You young bastard," she said, standing and sliding on her jacket. I could still see some cum in her hair. She jammed her hat over it. "I'll get you for this! That's incest! It's wrong! So wrong! And you're so wrong!"

I was feeling bold. "You can't tell anyone," I said. "Or I'll say that my visiting, live-in Grandma is some weirdo who takes her grandchildren into bathrooms and rapes them. So, let's make this worth both our whiles. Tonight, when Mom goes to her bowling night, stay behind. Tell her you're sick. We'll have some bigger fun then."

"How is that worth my while?" she asked angrily. 

I reached around her and unbolted the door. "It's not," I said with a big grin, my cock finally losing its stiffness. "But I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight."

I opened the door. She stared at me defeated and angry. I smiled. "Mom and God are waiting," and with that we walked out.

When we got back to the pew, the reverend started his sermon -- "honor thy father and mother."

"What took you two so long?" Mom asked Grandma Gerte, worried. Grandma looked over at me.

"I was emphasizing what the reverend was going to talk about. It's a really important topic for me. I really got excited about it and exploded with enthusiasm wit her. You got my message, right Oma?"

"Oh yes, Grandson. I got all of it," she said.

"Well ..." Mom said, a courteous smile across her lips. "How nice. Now let's listen."

And we did. Well, Mom and Elsa did. I couldn't. Grandma sat sour faced and deflected a few of Mom's "What's wrong?" questions. I had to disguise the new hard-on I'd gotten thinking about my cum dripping on Grandma's massive melons as we sat in the pew. All that tit flesh soaked with silvery goo. Oozing down her cleavage. Every once in a while, I'd see her shift and attempting to tug at the fabric on the front of her dress. But I knew I'd dumped enough cum on the matronly old bag that she'd be swimming in it for the remainder of the afternoon.

And by nightfall, I'd be so deep into her pussy; she'd be wishing she'd stayed in the Netherlands. Meanwhile, the snow had really started to come down.

Trailer of Family Desires Ch. 03



We made it home. Mom called a friend with a truck built for snow to pick her up for bowling. My sister left with friends after church and would be staying over somewhere else.

By 5:30, I'd find out if Grandma Gerte would be going along with my demands. The three of us sat in the living room watching "Murder, She Wrote" when I got my answer.

"Mom," my mother said to hers. "You need to go get ready."

"Precious, I am not feeling so well. It must have been something I ate earlier," she said. I nearly burst out laughing. "You go without me."

"You sure?" Mom said.

Grandma Gerte looked over toward me. "My grandson and I will find something to do with all this free time tonight. Or maybe I'll just go lay down.

"OK. I need a nice long bath," Mom said. "I'll be in there for a while. You know where the food and stuff is. My ride will be here in about an hour."

We nodded. They kissed each other on the cheek. Mom went into her bedroom and gathered some clothes. She headed for the bathroom and closed the door.

I couldn't contain my excitement with the coming evening's events. It may have been incest, but so far, it had proven to be the most powerful sexual rush I've ever had so far. I was in way over my head now and there was no turning back. Grandma was, too, and for all her prudishness, she knew she was in at least hip deep.

I stood up in front of her and lower the sweats I'd changed into after church. My long, thick fucktool waggled in front of her erect and hard enough to cut diamonds.

"Tell me you've never seen a cock bigger than that, Grandma," I said proudly. I wrapped a hand around it.

"It ... is ... so ... big. Dutch men have big penises, but yours is like a horse!" she said. "How could you be so awful? Are you so polluted with these thoughts that you cannot restrain yourself?"

I started stroking myself lightly. "Apparently not," I said. "Are you turned on by my size, Grandma?"

"No! No! No! No! You are my grandson! This is insane! I will not fuck you!" she whispered, though it could have been a yell.

"Yes, you will," I said. "But first, let's have a little fun."

I grabbed her hand and made her stand up. "You go over and start a conversation with Mom in the bathroom. Open the door slightly. I'll stand back and out of the way."

"What for?" she asked. She seemed puzzled and angry now.

"Just get up and go do it. You always have these conversations with her. But, I want you to talk about her as a teenager and how she grew up. Get her to talk about her tits," I said. God, I was so horny I could have cum on Grandma right then. But I had a ridiculously erotic plan to really blow my load.

"I will not!" she said.

"OK, then you'll suck me now," I said, and pushed my pulsing fuck staff toward her face.

"All right ... all right. You win. For now," she said. She walked over to the bathroom door.

The door to the small bathroom was off the kitchen. It slid open rather than swinging on hinges. I could stand near the microwave cart, look into the tub and not be seen. 

"Honey," she said. "I have a question for you. Can we talk a moment?" Grandma said through the door. 

"Sure Mom," my mom said. "Open it up and pull up a chair." They did this a lot so it wasn't out of the ordinary. Me standing behind Grandma as she talked, hidden from my mother's view, was.

"Sweetie, when you were a young girl, going through growth stages, what was your first bra size?" Grandma said.

As she asked, I could see Mom turn toward Grandma. Her tits glistened moist from the bath water, huge buoys bobbing on top of the soapy rinse. "That's a weird question, Mom," she said. "But I think it was, umm, 34-C. That was when I turned 13."

Mom started talking about her chest size as I watched her gleam like some fleshy, sensual diamond. As Grandma continued the conversation about their underwear sizes, I pulled out my cock and started stroking it. I was maybe a foot and a half behind Grandma as I did. I stroked as softly as I could, watching my mom soap herself. Watching my Grandmother squirm wondering what I was doing behind her.

"... and by 21, I was an 'F' cup. I moved to a 'G' cup just two weeks ago and had to custom order some bras. They are so heavy now. Glad I'm keeping in shape," Mom said. With that she lit a cigarette and blew out the blue smoke.

Her tits, all that talk between the two older women and Mom sucking on that cigarette were exactly what I was seeking. In less than three minutes, the cum shot toward my piss hole.

I grunted and moaned as the cum exploded from my cockhead. I sent one shot then two across Grandma's back. A third would have flown over her head of the tail end of it hadn't caught Grandma's hair. I pointed my cock down ward and splattered the back of her nightcoat with the remainder of my man-sized load.

Grandma flinched when the first wave smacked her and I thought she'd go crazy when the goo plopped onto her blonde locks. But aside from one loud grunt too many on my part, my Mom never noticed.

I got down on my knees and crawled around my Grandma and found my way to the couch. They wrapped up their conversation and she came back over to the couch. "Satisfied?" she asked. She was soaked with my cum. "Well, at least you won't be cumming anymore tonight. Ha!" She felt victorious.

"Grandma," I said. "I've cum as many as 15 times in one day, all with the same or more power. I don't know how. Maybe," I grabbed my huge nuts," it's these. But who cares? You're gonna get fucked later, but right now, I need you to pull up that house coat and let me clean this mess off before Mom finishes her bath.

"What?" she asked, incredulous. 

"Lift it!" I demanded. She did and I saw her large, spanning cream-colored granny panties. I crouched down. With one hand, I wiped my cockhead against the shiny fabric. With another, I grabbed a handful of her tit and squeezed. "Oh, fuck yeah, Grandma Gerte. I can't wait to fuck you and your 64 years of Dutch sex!"

Meanwhile, my latest load had found its way down the back of her panties, dripping slowly toward her sphincter. My cum residue added to what had dripped into her backside was another big load. 

I rubbed it until I felt satiated, then slid my sweatpants back up. Mom took another 15 minutes in the bathroom. During that time, I pulled Grandma Gerte's tits out of her bra and gave them a thorough look.

Unbelievable. Of all the old racks I'd seen in this town -- and there were plenty of good ones -- this was by far the best. Each was larger than my head, hanging with the nipples pointed slightly downward. Each overflowed in my hands, their weight heavy and cumbersome. I don't know how she hefted them around. The skin on her tits was white as bone, while the aureoles were pink and long, vertical ovals.

I pressed my lips against them and sucked hard. She gasped each time I'd take a good sample. Then, I'd just hold and squeeze them. I made her hold them, too and I stroked my cock lightly. When I figured Mom was finished, she hauled them back into the same bra I lined with cum earlier in the day.



Trailer of Family Desires Ch. 04



The horn honked at 6:30. Grandma and I looked out the window barely seeing the pick-up truck through the blowing snow.

"It's a bad one," said Mom. "But I'm sure I'll make it home fine. Don't forget your sister is staying the night elsewhere. You two have fun. Whatcha got planned?"

"Maybe we'll reflect more on 'honor thy father and mother.' In this case, 'Grandma and mother.' There's so much to honor with Grandma, it might take all night," I said.

Grandma shot me a look. Mom gushed. "How sweet! Well, that's a great idea. You two have fun! Bye!"

With that, Mom walked out.

I turned to my Grandma. "Let's go to my bedroom," I said. "I have some surprises."

Grandma got up and I followed. We walked in and I closed the door behind us. My room was not much bigger than a large closet. My twin-sized bed, one small dresser, a small closet and a table barely fit inside the cheap, wood-paneled room.

I reached into the closet. "Now it gets real, Grandma," I said. "No more jerking off or sucking cock for you. I'm going to fuck that pussy. And we'll both watch it together when we're done."

"What?" she yelped. 

I pulled out my video camera -- one of the big, old VHS Camcorders -- and put it on my dresser. "You're not my first movie, Grandma. But you'll be my best," I said. I clicked it on, threw in a new tape and started it.

"Take off your housecoat, Grandma," I said. "Let me see those big, grandmotherly boobs!"

She stood with her arms folded. I reached over and yanked up the edges of her dress. She yelped. Then, slowly she complied. "Face the camera and say, "Oma is going to fuck her grandson good."

"No!" she said.

"Do it or I'll tell Mom about church!" I said.

With that, I could tell my Grandma was totally defeated. She'd fought up to now, but I think all of this was too much to take.

"Oma wants to fickt her grandson all night long," she said. She was improvising now. Good!

I dropped my sweats and got totally naked. My cock was stiff and hard again, cum crusted from the load I'd pulsed onto Grandma's back. "Now take off your bra and panties."

She did, unsnapping that massive harness and letting her great tits fall onto her stomach. As she slid her panties down, I knew this would be the first look at her muff I would have! As they left her hips, I was amazed to see her pubic hair matched the hair on her head -- platinum blonde!

"Is that dyed?" I asked.

"No, it's natural," she said, almost proudly. 

"Very hot, grandma!" I said.

It was almost time for me to take my trip down pleasure highway, but first, I thought with all she's been through, I owed her own. So, I decided to do something I don't do very often.

"Get on my bed and spread your legs. I'm going to eat your pussy," I said.

She raised her eyebrows. "Grandson, I haven't orgasmed in 25 years! What makes you think I will enjoy this?"

"I've made older than you cum in big wet buckets, Grandma. Lean back," I said. She did. I pressed my face against her hair mound and started to work my tongue around her labia. Then, I moved up to her fat clitoris. It was a good size and my tongue danced around it nicely.

She cooed at first, and then moaned. I flicked my tongue and across and around my Grandmother's cunt for almost 15 minutes before she really started getting into it. Her hands gripped my shoulders and head while mine played with her titanic boobs. She started with the 'Oh's' and then moved to saying things in Dutch.

"Lik mijn pussy u vuile jonge jongen!" she said. Then her cries got louder and louder. When she said "pussy," I moved a hand from her breast to my cock and started fondling. I was even more excited then before this adventure in incest had begun. 

I was working her into a fantastic lather.

"Dierlijk u! Ik wil nu u aan geslacht me!" It was getting fast and furious. Her body bucked and made the little bed squeak. I was writhing with anticipation and after 20 minutes, I couldn't wait anymore.

"I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to make you cum with my cock, not my tongue," I said.

I stood up and pointed it toward her soaking wet glory hole. It looked HUGE against her. She felt tight when I sucked her, but looking at my cock against her pussy, I got a little worried. She got even more worried after finally getting her worked up for it.

"No, it's too big!" she said. 

"I've heard that before. Take my cock Grandma Gerte!" I said, laying down on her. I pointed the bloated tip of my cock -- dripping with pre-cum -- at her wet entrance and pushed. God! She was so tight! She screamed in my ear as I slid into my grandmother's pussy -- the same one my mother had came out of 51 years ago. This matronly old woman whose morals I spoiled at church just six hours before, now had her arms clinched around my chest screaming for me to pull my huge cock out of her.

No way! It felt so real! The forbidden trail of incest was now taken and everything I thought it would be, it was! I slid myself farther and farther up her well-aged uterus, feeling its spongy walls grip my fat shaft like an Isotoner glove.

"No! No! Please pull it out of me!" she said, beating on my back.

"Easy Grandma," I said softly. "It'll get easier."

I had no mercy. My mother's mother was going to get fucked well by my cock tonight. Several times if I could manage it. And as the next few inches buried themselves in her quim, I bumped into he back of her pussy. That was as far as I could go and I was barely over halfway inside.

My grandmother wept softly as I held my position. "Oh Gott! Oh Gott! Het is zo groot! Ik kan niet het behandelen! Gelieve te maken de God hem einde!"

"I don't know what that means, but I'm not stopping. Just take a second to get used to it before I start pumping," I said. She breathed in quick short breaths now.

"It's like a telephone pole inside of me," she said. And it was, stretching her 64-year-old pussy lips to their maxs! Wow! I'd never seen it like that before. I looked down at her, wiped one of the tears away from her mascara stained cheek and planted my lips over hers. As I did, I started stroking slowly.

My tongue met hers. She didn't meet me with the same enthusiasm, so I just let my tongue do all the work inside of her mouth.

My fuck thursts were slow and easy at first. She whimpered softly, still babbling in Dutch. My hands wrapped around her back. Hers were around mine, but more like she was holding on for dear life. It was a great feeling. I kissed my Grandmother full on the mouth again and then started more deliberate thrusts into her.

Each thrust was like the tick of a clock. Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! And each time I thrust, she wailed. Loud. I'm sure the neighbors will have stories. I'd be happy to show them the tape.

"Oh god! It hurts! It hurts so bad!" she said. I didn't believe her. Her pussy was sopping wet now and her inside were flushed with her love juices. "You goddamn animal! How could you do this to me?"

"You parade around here like trailer trash, Grandma!" I said, my thrusts increasing in speed. She yelped after each pop. "You had me lusting after you almost after the minute you got here. So, this is how we make us both feel better about it!"

"Oh Jesus, please make him stop fucking his grandmother!" she said. "I ... I ... I ..."

Just then, her cries of passion depend and became more focused. Her hips bucked into mine. I sped up, my foot on the cock accelerator.

The small room smelled like sex. The clapping sound, I'm sure, could have been heard throughout the trailer. It was really loud in my room. I licked at the salty sweat residue she'd built up on her arms and chest. Her efforts became more forceful. I was now plunging my whole length into her. In turn, she bellowed with pleasure -- or maybe pain. I didn't care. I knew I'd be making my grandmother cum soon. Sure enough...

"Grandson, you are going to make me cum! I cannot believe you ... you ... you ... oh GOD!" With that, her arms clinched around me like a vice and her hips met mine and stopped, forcing the whole length of me into her. My distinguished, honorable grandmother Gerte was cumming! Hard! It felt her shake and then she wailed three times in succession. I pumped at her harder and harder as the flood of pleasure washed over her.

"Oh my God!" she said in my ear. She said it over and over again as the orgasm she had -- the first in 25 years -- slipped away. I kept fucking.

"You got yours, Grandma. Now I have to get mine," I said. Confident and pleased with my ability to make the senior cum, I pressed on fucking her. I must have pumped that old whore for nearly 35 minutes. She came seven more times, each time with more enthusiasm. I never knew she had it in her, but then again, I never thought I'd be fucking my grandmother either.

My cockthrusts suddenly grew harder. The sweat was really starting to accumulate between us. I could feel it rolling down my back and onto my ass, down my thighs. As I pumped my grandmother's still tight pussy, I wondered how long she'd stay wet. It didn't matter.

My incest lust for my Grandmother was about to be fulfilled. I could feel a huge wave of electricity building in my balls. This load would be the biggest so far. I just knew it. I grabbed on to her tits.

"Your a filthy old Dutch whore, aren't you Grandma? You like taking a big cock from your grandson, don't you? Say it!" I commanded.

"You cock is so big! Too big for your Oma. You're hurting your Oma! I'm drying up!" she cried. She was probably delirious but she was getting dry.

A year's worth of anticipation was about to culminate. The shameful wishes of an incest-ridden grandson; a horny boy with a big cock after his grandmother; the forbidden pleasure of eating family fruit and everything that was so wrong about this tryst was about to be made so right.

"Please don't cum inside me! God will judge us!" she said suddenly. She knew I was close. But I was not in the throes of white-host lust and sexual hunger for my Grandmother. If I heard her, I didn't care. 

"I'm gonna cum ... grandma! I'm gonna cum deep inside my grandma's pussy hole!" I said, my eyes clinched shut, my hands now brutally squeezing her generous mammaries.

"No! No! Please! Not inside of me! Oh God no! We will be sinners!"

I didn't hear her because my balls erupted. This was a massive load that had bubbled for almost a year.

"UNGH! Fuck you Grandma Gerte! Take all my hot cum in your old pussy! Yeah!" I cried. I felt an overwhelming gush of cream splash into her cunt. Then another. Then another. Then another. I pulled it out and creamed another huge wad of jizz on top of her furry mound. I kept squirting her and I wasn't sure if I'd stop.

"Oh you fucking old whore! Yes! Take all my cum, Oma!" I cried out loud.

"We both watched my impressive fuck wand squirt massive amounts sperm onto her pussy. It was like frosting a cake. One after another gushing forward. Interestingly enough, one of Grandma's hands made its way to massaging my ball sack as the semen splattered her well-fucked glory whole.

"Rub my balls Grandma. Get it all out," I said. Just before I finished, I jammed my cock back into her and spunked two more lines inside my grandmother's womb. I was exhausted from the effort, but wanted her to clean it off. I stood up and hauled my dripping tool over to her mouth.

"Suck me, Grandma Gerte. Get a good taste of my cock. You'll taste it for a long time to cum," I said. 

"I hate you! This is incest and it is wrong," she yelled at me. "Families do not do this and God ..."

I shut her up by stuffing my dick in her sperm catcher. I rammed it in and out once or twice before she finally got the message -- shut up and suck it off. When I felt she was finished, I got up and put the camera on pause. She laid on my bed, her pussy absolutely soaked in cum, leaking cum and her face now frosted with cum. Her old body, like mine, had taken on a heavy sheen of sweat.

I peeked at what I'd recorded. I could see me filling her full of cum! Her eyes were wide and she watched my fat fucktool fill her up and my head rocked back. Perfect!

I pushed the 64-year-old over and lay beside her. "Mom won't be home for another two hours. That gives us one more good fuck session, Grandma. So, I'll let you choose the location."

"Go to hell, Grandson!" she said, turning her face away.

"Ok, then I'll choose," I said.