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Grandma's Ma

By: TarheelYankee



I was tired beyond being tired. The hum of the road conspired to close my eyes despite all the trouble I took to keep them open. I had been driving for the past twelve hours with short stops for food and gasoline and I still had quite a ways to drive yet, but my new 2015 VW Beetle was chewing up the miles and spitting them back out. Still, I was tired beyond being tired.

My name is James Ross and I was twenty- five and single when I started this trip from my native New Hampshire to spend the days driving out to see my girlfriend who had moved to a small town in Southern California after our graduation from grad school. Rhianna was also twenty-five and had the most fantastic body I had ever seen. Red haired and slim with small, tight breasts and hips just made to fuck. Her pussy was as tight as a virgin pussy—in fact; I was the one who took it from her back in high school when we were both eighteen. We both ate right and worked out at least three times a week with long runs on the off days. If Rhianna weighed more than 105 pounds spread over her 5 foot 2 inch frame, I would have been very, very surprised. I was six inches taller and about 40 pounds heavier than Rhianna. My hair is as red as flame, and my eyes a steely blue unless I'm angry and then they are a battleship gray. 

This was my fourth day of hard solo driving and I was halfway across Texas on I-20 and had been making damn good time until the fog had rolled in from nowhere. I literally could not see ten feet in front of me and I slowed down from the 75 MPH that I had been driving on the interstate. Then something happened that I cannot explain. I seemed to have fallen asleep at the wheel and when I awoke, the pavement under my wheels was not as smooth as before and my car looked and handled differently. When the fog lifted, I found myself on an unmarked road with a small town up ahead. Then I started seeing some rather nice old antique cars, but somehow they looked brand new and my VW looked to be from the same general era. Now, I am not much of an old car buff, but these cars looked to be 1930s vintage and were in mint condition. There was still something in the back of my brain that told me something else was a little bit off.

I looked at the crazy gas gauge in my car and saw that the arrow was pointing to empty in a rather threatening way. I saw a gas station up ahead and pulled in to the single pump. An attendant came out and opened the trunk in the front of the car only to find my suitcase and a spare tire and jack in there. He looked puzzled and I told him the engine was in back. He opened my trunk and found the old air-cooled engine. The attendant then checked the oil and the belts. Then he asked if I wanted to fill her up. The gas pump read a mere ten cents a gallon and I said sure.

"What kind of car is this mister?" a fellow standing near the door to the garage asked.

"It's a VW."

"What's that?"

"It's a Volkswagen."

"Hey that sounds like one of them Kraut cars," came from the guy standing next to the original talker.

"Yes, it's a German car."

"Now why would a young feller like you be driving some goddamn German car when we are at war with the bastards?"

"At war?"

"Yeah, at war. Where you been? A couple of days after those damn Japs bombed Pearl Harbor, the Germans declared war on us. Course it was all FDR's fault, him giving war materials to England in return for a lease on some English bases close to us. I don't know who is worse, FDR or Hitler. Both of them got a mean streak in them."

"What the hell are you talking about? That war was over..." Then something clicked in my brain. Somehow, I had entered a time warp and was back in the early 1940's. "Ah, I'm thinking of the wrong war. How much for the gas?"

"A buck twenty-five. You must've been riding on fumes." I handed over a dollar twenty-five without thinking about it and the attendant took it without looking at it.

"Say, where can a feller get something to eat?"

"Best—and only—place in town to eat is over at Penelope's Restaurant. And, she's also got a couple of rooms to rent if you're ready to call it a day. Isn't much more around here for a long ways and it's almost dark. Just tell her Ronnie sent ya."

"I sure will." I pulled the car to the curb right in front of the restaurant and went inside.

The restaurant reminded me of the way my grandmother's kitchen used to smell when she was alive. The smell of several different meats cooking spiced up with the tang of spices and a trace of alcohol and tobacco—of course my grandmother never let alcohol or tobacco come into her house, never mind her dining room or kitchen.

I sat down at a corner table where I could watch everything going on in the room. My daddy who fought in the Gulf War way back in 1991 told me that by keeping people in front of you like that you avoided anybody sneaking up behind you. It made sense to me so I followed his advice in the choice of seats whenever and wherever I could.

A pretty young girl came over to the table and asked what I would like for supper? I pretended to look around for a menu while I was really checking her out. Penelope had smallish breasts that still stretched her tight shirt out and the prettiest blue eyes I think I have ever seen.

"Well, if you have a menu that I could look at, I might be able to decide."

"Don't have no menu except what's written on the board. What's your name any way?"

"Oh, I see. Uh, my name's Jim. You have a Diet Coke?"

"What kind of Coke? What the blue blazes is a 'diet' coke? I have never in my born days heard of a diet anything."

"I'm just pulling your knee, sweetheart. I'll have some unsweet ice tea."

"Listen here Mister Jim. Penelope is not your sweetheart and Penelope Kincaid don't know what you mean by diet coke and all our tea has got lot of sugar in it! Take it or leave it, 'less you want something a bit harder than that. I got some 200 proof ever clear that'll put the hair on your chest. I just can't serve it if the sheriff is around, if you get my drift."

"I see. With a choice like that, I guess it'll be ice tea with sugar then."

"Now we got that settled, Jim, what do you want to eat? I suggest the beef brisket with smashed up potatoes and greens. Mighty fine eating. 'Less you want fried chicken with the same fixings. But, I wouldn't want it because it's leftovers from the parson's visit last Sunday."

"OK, Miss Penelope. I won't give you any more of a hard time. I'll have the brisket with the fixings." As I looked around, I saw a half dozen people in the restaurant watching the two of us spar over what I was going to have to eat and drink for dinner. They were almost all smiling at me and a couple of the men lifted their glasses to me in a silent toast. A few of the others shook their heads sadly as if to say that Penelope had got the best of another man. My eyes went straight to her ass as she turned around to get my meal and drink. Such a pretty ass to match such a beautiful bosom. I sighed and waited for my food.

A boy brought my tea to me and set it down with a wink. "Guess you got the best o' my sister Penelope, huh, mister?"

"I'm not sure who got the best of whom."

"Hey! You talk mighty funny—where you from?"

"Back east." I answered trying to keep it to generalities.

"Where back east?" Even though I knew the question was coming, I wasn't going to mention exactly where.

Penelope took this moment to bring my brisket and ice tea. "Yeah, where back east, Jim?"

"New Hampshire."

"Oh, you one of them big strong Yankee boys like to come into the south and take advantage of us poor little' ole Southern belles, huh?"

"No actually, I'm on my way out to California to visit a friend of mine."

"Must be a real good friend for you to drive that far to see. Me? I'm a sucker for Yankee boys." I mulled that thought over in my head and sadly shook it back and forth for a minute.

The food was great. The beef brisket was smothered in some sort of spicy sauce and was a delight to eat. 

"Penelope, how much do I owe you for the food?"

"Well, it wasn't nothing fancy. I'll let you off for a dollar in silver."

"Can't say that I have a dollar in coin, how 'bout I give it to you in paper?"

"Yeah, they say that the paper money's as good as gold or silver, but I don't believe them none. What the hell, let me have that greenback! I can use it for wallpaper if I need to."

"Ronnie also said to ask you about a room for the night. Said yours were the best in town." 

"Yeah, that sounds like Pa. He's always trying to drum up business for me. Room is two bits 'less you want a wash basin. That'll cost you fifty cents."

"Well. I guess I'll get the basin." As I plunked down the seventy-five cents in coins without even thinking. "Where's the restroom?"

"The outhouse is out in back. Watch out for the spiders. Been a few folk gotten bit in outhouses lately."

"Where's my room?"

"Upstairs, last door on the right. You're going to be right 'cross the hall from me, so you be quiet, you hear? I sure do like my beauty sleep."

"Well, I'll be off now. It's been a very long day. 'Night." As I stood up to go to the room I realized that my cock was as hard as a piece of iron bar and was stretching the front of my jeans to the point that it was painful. Somehow I managed to get upstairs to the room and thought I would just fall into bed and go to sleep. My cock had other ideas and in my mind I must have undressed and fucked Penelope about a dozen times planting my seed deep within her willing cunt. Realizing that if I wanted to jerk off a load I had to go out the back door to the outhouse, I finally forced myself to go to sleep despite my very erect cock poking straight up in the air.

I usually sleep in the nude so I was at a loss as to why something felt strange. I opened my eyes and it was pitch black in the room but I swore that I could hear somebody else breathing. My cock was still hard and slowly I felt warm air blowing on it just before a warm and very moist mouth sank down to my balls. Now, I am not overly well endowed, but what I lack in length I thought I made up in girth. Still those lips were nestled in my pubic hair and the tongue inside that mouth was working wonders at bringing me closer and closer to paradise. I groaned and was answered by a return groan that I could feel through my cock and balls right up into the core of my being. I reached down and gently tugged the mouth from my cock. Then gently I pulled the person attached to it to where I could kiss her—and yes, I knew it was definitely a girl. I had felt those lovely breasts dragging across my belly on their way up to my chest.

"Who are you?" I whispered. 

"Penelope-but now you can call me 'Penny'... and I only let a very few people call me that" came the answer, also in a whisper.

"Penelope—I meant Penny-what are you doing here?"

"I would have thought that was pretty obvious—I'm sucking your cock to get it hard enough so we could fuck properly by getting it into my cunt. You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no!" 

"Well then I think it's hard enough now, so stick that good hard cock into me and fill me up. I want to get in a family way, if you get my meaning."

I let my hand drift down her body and reached between her legs. My fingers dipped into her and came away as slick as olive oil. This girl was ready to be fucked and as horny as I was, I was going to give her the fucking of her life. I quickly rolled her over and plunged my cock into her very ready and willing cunt. Her cunt felt like a warm velvet glove stroking up and down on my plunging spear. Penny started to moan and it was getting a bit louder as she neared her orgasm. 

"Aren't you afraid your father or brother could hear us?"

"Nah. Pa sleeps like a log and there isn't nothing going to wake him up excepting maybe a gunshot next to his ear. And Mikey is almost as bad. 'Sides they are at the other end of the hall. And, Pa don't care who I fuck as long as I enjoy myself and believe me, I'm enjoying your cock in my pussy." All this came out in short spurts as she caught her breath because I was still plowing her pussy and hitting the back of it.

"Oh, my God! I've never felt a cock this deep in me! I'm getting close now. I want your cum deep inside me."

And just who was I to argue? Besides, I was getting very, very close myself. I could feel that familiar feeling starting at the back of my balls and making the journey up through my cock. Just when I started to spurt rope after rope of hot, creamy sperm in Penny's quim, she started almost screaming through her orgasm.

As we recovered our breaths, I started nibbling on her lovely tits and sucking her nipples into my mouth. We were still joined down below with Penny holding me in place with her feet wrapped around my legs. We drifted off to sleep with me still plugged in and on top of her.

When I awoke, the light was streaming in through the one window in the room and I was alone and still very naked. I washed up in the basin and not finding anyplace else for the dirty water to go, opened the window and tossed it out. I got back into the same clothes I had been wearing all week during my trip and went downstairs where the smell of breakfast whet my appetite and the smell of coffee reminded me that I needed my daily caffeine fix.

"Well, look who finally got up out of bed." Penny plopped a cup of hot coffee down in front of me. "Milk an' sugar are on the counter over there" she told me pointing at the far end. "You can get them for yourself. How do you like your eggs?"

"Over easy."

"Two over easy coming up. We got fresh left over beef brisket from las' night. Hope ya don't mind none."

"That'll be fine. How are you this morning?"

"Like a new woman. Got me a good night o' sleep and bright eyed and bushy tail this morning. Suppose you're going to run off ta California this morning, huh?"

"Yep, just as soon as the car is fixed."

"Oh, it's been fixed. Charlie came over early and told me that it was all ready to drive. I'm going to miss you Jim. Make sure you stop by on your way back East OK?"

"OK. I'll do that, Penny. What do I owe you for breakfast?"

"On the house. I'm feeling generous this morning."

Penny told me to meet her out back and when I got there we shared a passionate kiss with a lot of tongue involved. Our hands were all over each other.

"Thank you for last night you wonderful Yankee boy. I'll never forget you. My pussy is still all creamy from last night."

"Penny, I don't think I will ever forget you either. I'll try to stop by on my way back home, but I make no promises."

"I understand. If you do maybe well can spend the night in bed again.

"I'm looking forward to it." And, I wasn't lying to her either. I really was looking forward to pumping my cock into her delightful pussy.

My mind played back over the previous evening and I was sorry to be leaving, but Rhianna was still waiting for me to show up for our visit. I walked down the street to Charlie's shop and paid my bill.

I left town slowly along the rutted tracks of US Highway 66 headed westward. Five miles or so out of town I ran into another sudden, blinding storm that came out of nowhere. When I came back out on the other side, I was on I-40 and driving my new VW instead of the old one I had when I left town. Three days later, I pulled up to Rhianna's doorstep. She met me wearing nothing but a smile which stretched from ear to ear and jumped up linking her legs above my hips and plastering me with kisses.

We spent the day arousing each other any number of times and I planted a lot of sperm deep inside Rhianna's tight little pussy, a pussy that reminded me of another one that I had recently filled to the brim. With Rhianna, I realized that what we had had was no more. To be truthful, I was anxious to get back to Boston. Even more, I wanted to see Penny again. I think I had truly fallen in love with her.

Long story short, there was no magical storm on my way home to Boston and I never saw Penelope again.

After a light supper, I called my mother to let her know I had made the trip home without incident. I did not tell her about that surprising interlude in Texas on my way to California, but I did have a question or two for her.

"Mom, I seem to remember that my great grandmother was named Penelope, but can't remember what her last name was."

"It was Kincaid. Why?"

"Oh nothing. I just met somebody named Penelope on my way out to California and it's not all that common a name. Just thought I asked."

"Well, your great grandmother's name was Penelope Kincaid and she had your grandmother Jaime when she was just nineteen. But Penelope never got married and would never say just who the father was. Of course that was frowned upon by west Texas society, but she raised your grandmother to be—well, to be your grandmother and my mother was as perfect as she could be when I was growing up. Jaime was only either eighteen or nineteen herself when she had me. Her granddaddy Ronnie, told Jaime, my mom, that it was likely a Yankee stranger driving a funny little car who was just passing through and who spent just one night in Penelope's boarding house. Of course, Jaime sort of figured that Ronnie really didn't know what he was talking about, but Ronnie said the Yankee fellow was 'a mighty good looking young feller with blue eyes'."

"Thanks, Mom. Oh, I nearly forgot. Rhianna and I broke up out there in California."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Why did the two of you break up?"

"Well, California and Boston are as different as you can get in this country and we sort of grew apart, if you know what I mean."

"I do know what you mean. I'm still sorry. I sort of liked Rhianna and was hoping to see you two getting married and giving me grandchildren to spoil."

"Maybe I'll still give you grandchildren one of these days.

It hit me after I got off the phone with Mom and I started thinking about my blue eyes, the funny little car, the Yankee one-night stand, and that grandma was named Jaime—was it a feminized version of James?-that I could very possibly be my own great grandfather!

That reminded me that there were two more ladies in my past that I maybe could put a move on: my grandmother Jaime, and my mother. After all, I'd already fucked my great grandmother, why not them? But, as they say, that's a story for another time.

Grandma's Milk Maid



She came on a Sunday evening riding a bicycle. She rode all the way to the doorstep where I was sitting in the evening sun.

"Hi there Buster. I am Lena. Grandma around?" She called before she even had dismounted.

I knew that she was coming or, more correctly, that someone was supposed to. Grandma always tried to get what she called a vacation in the middle of the summer. Then she hired someone to take care of the cattle. Grandma instead spent her time picking berries and making jam and fruit-syrup.

I have many cousins. Most of us spent a couple of weeks at the farm every summer as a vacation but also helping Grandpa. Just now we were two, Gunnar and I, Anders. We were at the same age and this was probably the last summer for us. We had just graduated and should start our military service within a couple of weeks. After that I had decided to study law.

"Hi, I am Anders. Yes, she's inside," I said, immediately liking her. The first impression was that of a tall, good-humored woman with a big friendly smile.

"Hi Lena," Grandma said coming out on the porch. "Just in time for the evening meal."

"Lovely, I am starving. I'll just put my things in the loft then and wash my hands," Lena said smilingly.

"Yes, fine. Oh, by the way, you don't mind sleeping with the boys, do you?" Grandma said.

"Oh no, I would love to as long as they are above legal age of course," Lena said, grinning broadly. "I like handsome young men like Anders here." She laughed out.

"Don't make fun of an old woman," Grandma said trying to sound stern but with laugh in her voice. She liked to bicker. "You would have both of them for breakfast in one mouthful. Ran along now, food is ready. I have made up a bed for you."

Lena took her bag from the bicycle and went away with swinging hips.

Many years earlier Grandpa had transformed part of the hay loft to a big room. The farm house was small and they had many children. The loft was used as sleeping quarters from early spring to late autumn. There were several beds and we had been as many as ten cousins at the same time sleeping there. 

The evening meal was simple but became very pleasant with much laughter. Lena and Grandma went on bickering and gossiping about people in the neighborhood. We learnt that Lena was twenty-seven, that she lived in a nearby small town, that she was temporarily out of job and that she stayed with her parent's helping them with their farm that was not very far away. She had a hubby, a lorry driver, this week away on a long haul. 

Eventually Grandpa rose, wanting to go to bed. He rose very early in the mornings, always having lots to do. Lena soon followed his example. When Gunnar and I climbed the steep stair to the loft Lena was already snoring in one corner.

The next morning I woke up when the old alarm bell rang very early. I was sleepy and was about to drift back into sleep when Lena sat up in her bed. I immediately became wide awake when I saw that she had been sleeping in the nude. She rose with her back against me and pulled a shift over her head. It went down to mid thigh. My eyes darted over her body not being able to take her in before it was too late. She went barefoot to the simple wash room in the opposite corner. She soon was back and put on a rough skirt made from sackcloth. She obviously liked to dress for work in the old habit used in the countryside. She put on socks and went downstairs. She had put her clogs at the bottom of the stairs.

I was aroused to say the least. I looked over at Gunnar and saw that he too was awake and had seen it as well.

"Did you see that she isn't wearing panties?" He asked breathlessly. I hadn't noticed and the thought was arousing.

We went around all day getting excited as soon as we saw Lena, thinking about her nakedness under the rough skirt. None of us know really how a woman looked down there. We made plans for the evening.

The evening meal dragged along but eventually grandpa and Lena withdrew. We followed her discretely not wanting to be discovered but also eager not to miss anything. I had oiled the hinges on the door at the bottom of the stairs so they shouldn't squeak. We had also tested the stairs to find out exactly where to put our feet to avoid creaking. We thought that we got in place without making any noise.

We stood in the middle of the stairs trying to see when Lena undressed. It was hard because the stairs ended openly in the floor above with a railing at the side. There was nowhere to hide. But we tried to sneak keeping our heads down. I was happy to get a glimpse of her naked ass before she moved out of sight. 

Suddenly hell broke lose.

"Well, well, well. What have we got here? Peeping Toms! Shame on you. . . . Stop there boys, come up here." 

Lena stood at the banisters looking down on us. She spoke sternly and her voice stopped us when we tried to run away.

We stumbled up the stairs very afraid. Lena stood in front of us with a grim look on her face.

"Now let me tell you this straight. I don't like to be sneaked at, I don't like it at all, I hate it," she said gravely and looked sternly at us. We were very ashamed. .

Only slowly did it occur to me that she stood before us stark naked, hands on hips. My eyes darted all over her body not knowing where to focus my gaze.

"Let us agree on three simple rules and we will get along fine," Lena continued.

"Rule number one: no sneaking! Rule number two: you do as I tell you! Rule number three . . ." She paused to get our full attention. "Rule number three: you are free to look at me as much as you want, I don't care as long as you do it openly." She had suddenly softened and laughed out. "Agreed?"

We nodded eagerly, very relieved. Suddenly I could focus on the sight in front of me. Lena just stood there keeping her pose. She moved her hips slightly and her round boobs swung lightly. I looked at her face where a big smile spread out. I lowered my gaze again looking more closely at the boobs and saw protruding nipples surrounded by pink areas. Further down was a round belly with a nice button. And then a brown, furry clad mound that hid the female heaven I had heard about. There were also womanly formed hips above strong thighs. She had all the female forms but looked also strong with a well muscled body.

"Well boys, like what you see?" Lena said mockingly. "Time for bed, isn't it?"

She turned and slowly went to the washroom wriggling her round ass for our benefit. When she closed the door behind her we just stood there looking at each other, too astounded to speak. It had turned out in a way we had never hoped for in our wildest dreams.

We slowly moved to our part of the room preparing for her coming back out. And it was as breathtaking when she did. Lena walked slowly across the room still stark naked. It was lovely to see her move.

"Good night boys," Lena said when she climbed into her bed pulling the bedclothes over her naked body.

It was hard to come to sleep that night.

We all woke up when the alarm bell rang in the morning. Lena stretched in her bed and then pulled the bedclothes away. She rose and stretched again before going to the washroom in the nude. We lay in our beds watching eagerly.

She came back out and stopped at the door a little uncertain. Then she changed direction and took a route between the beds that took her close to us. She stopped for a short while smiling broadly before she went to her bed and put her clothes on. Still no panties we noticed.

We worked with grandpa that day not as aroused as the day before but with great expectations of what was to come in the evening. We could even enjoy the evening meal and the gossiping and bickering between grandma and Lena.

Lena left and we followed a minute or two later. When we came to the loft Lena sat on her bed in her shift. We sat down on our beds expecting Lena to move on. But she just sat there brushing her hair idly seemingly not in a hurry. After some time it became awkward for us not to preparing for bed. 

"Hey boys, come over here, I want to talk to you," Lena suddenly called.

Reluctantly we slowly moved over to her bed. She silently looked at us for quite some time.

"Who was it that stood at my bedside last night watching me?" she suddenly asked gravely but with a smile trickling in the corner of her mouth.

"Uh, well, it was me," I admitted after a long pause. When I couldn't sleep I had looked over at Lena and got the impression that her bedclothes wasn't pulled up. So I had snuggled up to her bed to get a better look.

"Well, what did we agree upon? No sneaking wasn't it? Rule number one," she said sternly. 

"But I wasn't sneaking," I said hurriedly trying to defend myself. "You said that we could look as long as we did it openly. And I didn't try to hide."

"Well . . . you might have a point there. All right, I accept that. So what did you see?" She said mockingly. 

"I . . . uh . . . well . . . I saw your boobs," I blurted out. 

"But you saw them last night, didn't you? As I remember it you stared at them thoroughly. So, what's so special about them?" She teased me deliberately.

"Uh, uh . . . they look so lovely," I blurted out trying hard to find the right words.

"Oh, thank you. That was nice of you. I liked that," she said smilingly. "So what did you do then, I want to know?"

"I . . . I went back to bed," I stammered.

"Well, you did eventually. But first you went into the wash room and jacked off, didn't you? Did it feel good?" Lena said grinning broadly at me. I blushed and couldn't say anything.

"What about you, Gunnar? You didn't sleep all night either, did you? No, you came a little later and stood over there watching me. Tell me, what did you see?" She had let me off the hook turning to Gunnar. It was his turn to blush.

"Uh, uh, uh . . . yes, well . . . I saw your legs," Gunnar stammered.

"My legs? Like you see them now?" Lena asked concerned. Her shift had rode up to mid thigh. "Tell me how much you saw."

"Well . . . some more," Gunnar admitted.

"Like this?" Lena said and pulled her shift further up her thighs, nearly all the way up. "Tell me the truth."

"Uh, well . . . yes . . . and some more," Gunnar stammered.

"More? But you said that you saw my legs. And there are no more legs, are there?" Lena said sounding puzzled. "It was more than just legs you saw, wasn't it? Like this perhaps?"

Lena leaned back and pulled her shift up over her belly. She grinned broadly when we stared amazed at her exposed mass of brown hair. She kept her thighs closed but a valley showed leading down between them. 

"And then you did just like Anders, jacking off in the wash room?" Lena asked sitting up again. Her shift slid down but didn't cover her completely. Gunnar didn't answer just nodded, heavily blushing.

"Well boys, I don't mind that you had a good time last night. But we can't let it happen again. We need to sleep. Tomorrow we have a lot to do. I have already asked grandpa to get your help." She got quiet looking intently at us. Then a smile spread over her face when she rose and pulled her shift over her head. "Time for bed boys. Get ready." 

She went to the wash room with swinging hips. We moved to our beds and quickly changed to our pajamas to be ready to watch. Suddenly she was back and we watched her walking across the room. She stopped short of her bed and turned to us.

"Come over here boys. I have got an idea how to get all of us a good night's sleep," she called softly. Gunnar and I looked puzzled at each other and did as she had said. She stood waiting, hands on hips looking marvelous. For the first time I understood that her boobs were big. Her big strong frame made them look proportionate but they were big and very firm. There was hardly any sagging. The nipples were taut and stood out.

She shifted her weight slowly when we approached drawing our attention to her round hips and the brown bush on the top of her thighs. She smiled broadly when we stopped in front of her. She reached out and took our hands and pulled us closer. I was erect and so was Gunnar, I saw when looking down at him. 

Lena pulled us with her and sat down on an old three legged stool. She looked up at us smiling mischievously.

"Nice things you have there boys. I suggest you take your bottoms off before they get wet." She looked expectantly at us. We stood reluctantly not knowing what to do. "Come on. Do as I say. Rule number two, remember," she said a bit harshly but her smile took the bite away. "Don't worry, I won't do you any harm," she added.

She tugged at our bottoms but they didn't slip off easily being held up by our erect cocks. She had to use both hands to pull first mine down and then Gunnar's. We stood before her very embarrassed with cocks jutting towards her face. Lena laughed throatily.

"Very nice I must say," she said grinning broadly. "Enjoy boys!"

She grabbed our cocks, one in each hand and started to slowly jack us. Suddenly an image from the afternoon flashed through my mind. I had seen Lena sitting hand milking a cow. Her strong, pliable fingers made the milk to spray into the bucket in squirts. The same fingers that now were around my cock. The thought made my cock to twitch. Lena looked up smilingly.

"Like this Buster? I said there was no need to worry," she said giggling. Yes, it felt heavenly. A much stronger feeling than when I jacked off by myself. It got even better when she in between also fondled my balls gently rolling them in her hand.

I was aware of that Gunnar got the same treatment at my side but paid little attention to him. It felt so good being fondled by Lena. But suddenly he grunted and I saw white strands leave his cock head and splash onto Lena's boobs. She leaned forward anxious not to let anything land on the floor. She milked his cock steadily until the last drop had landed on her chest and he got limp.

Suddenly she used both hands on me. One hand jacking my cock, the other fondling my balls. I felt a tingling in my loins and groaned. She looked up and pulled me a little closer. A sweet feeling filled my neither region and then I started to spurt. Lena directed my squirts first to land on her nipples and then on her face. It felt lovely to have her make me come. She milked me gently long after I was empty. It felt so good that my cock stayed semi hard. She looked up looking surprised before she let go of it with a final tug.

"Well boys, that felt nice, didn't it?" She looked at us smilingly. She scooped up my come that had landed on her face and put it into her mouth grinning broadly. The come on her chest she carefully massaged into the skin all over her boobs giving the nipples a good amount.

"Lovely, just lovely," she exclaimed. "I love young cocks and fresh semen. And I know that what I just got was fresh, don't I?" She laughed happily.

"Well boys, now we all can sleep tight all night. See you in the morning then." Lena rose and went to bed. Soon she was snoring.

She was right. I had no problem to sleep although I dreamt about Lena's hands milking my cock.

The bell rang as usual in the morning. Lena rose and strolled to the wash room. On her way back she took the longer route passing our beds. She stopped and looked down at us.

"Good morning boys. Feeling well this lovely morning I hope. Remember that you shall help me today to clean the cow shed. Don't sleep too long." She giggled and went away rolling her hips.

At breakfast grandpa confirmed that he had promised Lena our help. We didn't mind at all. She had got us devoted to her.

She set us to work to muck out the calf's pen that was full of straw and dung for a start. Then we had to scrub the walls preparing them to be white washed. In between taking care of the cattle Lena cleaned the milk room. We worked hard being encouraged by her. She hadn't buttoned up her shift and showed generous amounts of breasts when she now and then checked on us. 

In late afternoon we were finished. She inspected our work carefully.

"Well done boys, excellent work," she said. "Now you must take a shower. You stink like pigs. There must be plenty of hot water after this sunny day."

She was right of course. We went out to the back of the barn where grandpa had made a rough, hard surface from concrete. There was a water tap and a hose but also a primitive shower. It was just a big nozzle fastened to the barn wall. On the roof of the barn was a big steel tank connected to the water pipes. In warm days the water in the tank got heated. We often used that shower instead of going down to the lake.

We got out of our dirty clothes and went to the shower. We startled and got uncertain when Lena suddenly came out from the barn with bars of soap and towels. She started to undress. 

"Are you going to shower too? With us?" Gunnar asked both thrilled and perplexed. "What about if grandpa comes?"

"Yes, of course I am taking a shower. I stink too. I always shower after work. It's a wonder that you boys haven't discovered it before. I had expected that you should sneak on me." She laughed happily. "And if grandpa comes? Well, good for him I guess. I don't care. It can't make him anything but good to see me in the nude. Might even be of benefit to grandma. They are not that old you know." She giggled heavily. 

Lena finished undressing. We watched and got hard in no time.

"Boys, boys, what have we got here. Very nice I must say," she said giggling when she turned back again after putting her clothes away. "Let's shower and soap each other, shall we."

She handed us soap bars and dragged us by our cocks to the shower. I stood behind her and soaped her back starting with the shoulders. I went further down and my hands trembled a little when they went round the sides touching the boobs. It was the first time I touched a breast. 

"Hey Buster. Don't be shy. Do it properly. They need a good soaping," Lena said huskily looking over her shoulder smilingly. She put my hand right over her right boob and squeezed. I followed her lead and cupped both her boobs from behind kneading and massaging them. They really were a handful. Lena laughed out when the nipples hardened between my fingers. Suddenly my hands were pushed away. Gunnar regarded her front as his territory.

I soaped my way down her back to her round ass. I spent some time caressing her swelling cheeks and down her strong thighs and up again. I felt the smooth soft skin of her inner thighs. Lena moved her feet a little more apart and suddenly my hand slipped into the crack of her ass. The ass hole tightened when my finger probed it. I ran a finger up and down and then pushed deeper down. Her thighs gave way and I slid over something very soft and hairy. Lena's knees suddenly buckled when I caressed between her thighs along the slit.

"Hey Anders, that feels good, really good," she exclaimed. "And Gunnar, cup my jugs and squeeze them."

Lena panted hard when we caressed her, me from behind and Gunnar frontal. Now my full hand was engaged in caressing her slit. Lena wriggled her ass and the slit parted. She cried out when my thumb slid into a hole that suddenly had opened. There was another cry when my fingers pressed against a hard knob at the front of the slit. Lena moaned loudly when I moved my thumb in her hole and my fingers caressed the knob until suddenly she cried out again and her body stiffened before it started to shudder violently.

"Well boys that was nice, really nice," she said after a while, broadly grinning. "A reward is in place I think."

She had touched our hard cocks soaping them while we caressed her but now she took firm grips of our cocks and started to jack us. After a while she knelt and did wonders with her hands. I felt the tingling and then suddenly the sweet feeling when I shot my load all over her. Gunnar followed shortly.




Grandma's Milk Maid



"Well boys that was a bonus for a job well done," she said giggling. "Now let's clean these pigs."

She soaped us and rinsed the soap away under the flowing water. Her hands were all over us not forgetting our cocks and balls. It was very nice and when she rinsed my balls my cock started to rise again. "Hey Buster, calm down," she said laughingly but gave my cock a few extra tugs that made it even worse. She moved away with a happy smile.

Eventually we were done. Lena had even washed our hair. We dried ourselves and stood for a while in the late afternoon sun. Then Lena picked up her clothes and walked away stark naked to get dressed. She was totally unashamed but also very conscious of what she was doing. Her ass rolled excessively when she walked and before she turned around the corner of the barn she wriggled her hips a few times. She looked over her shoulder laughing at us.

That evening after the evening meal grandma wanted a little help from us. When we hurriedly came to the loft Lena was already in the wash room. We were disappointed that we had missed her getting undressed. But when she came out she was still wearing her shift. We stood waiting between the beds.

"Hi there boys," Lena said joyfully. She went to her bed pulling the shift over her head. She turned to us again, proud in her nakedness. She put her hands on her hips rotating them slightly. We both got hard at the lovely sight.

"What's up boys? Aren't you going to bed?" Lena said looking inquiringly at us. "Oh no, you can't be serious? You want it again? . . . No, don't look at me like that. Don't look at me with those puppy eyes. I can't resist it, never could," she exclaimed. "You are priceless, aren't you boys? All right, all right come on then," she chuckled.

She moved close to us and put her hands on our bulges squeezing them through our pants.

"Take them off," she said giggling and sat down on the stool. Her legs were slightly spread and I saw pink folds where her thighs met.

We hurriedly got out of our pants and stood before her. As the night before she grabbed one cock with each hand and started to fondle us. It felt very nice and my cock twitched when she also fondled my balls.

She worked on us with a delighted smile on her face. Suddenly she pulled me closer and leaning forward she took my cock head into her mouth closing her lips around it. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock. It felt heavenly which made me to grunt.

"Like that, didn't you Anders?" Lena giggled and moved to Gunnar giving him the same treatment. He grunted too. Then she took turns sucking on our cocks. She didn't stop with just the cock head but took more into her mouth. Her teeth scraped nicely along my cock shaft.

I felt the tingling in my loins and grunted. Lena looked up at me and withdrew from my cock. 

"Feels nice huh," she said smilingly.

"Yes, yes, I will come in a moment," I stammered.

"Oh yes, that's the true meaning with sucking the cock," Lena said laughingly.

"But what if I come in your mouth?" I asked concerned.

"Please do. I love that. I love to get fresh hot come in my mouth," she said and turned to Gunnar. But she was soon back sucking my cock.

Lena put in a higher gear and sucked my cock lovely. I started to boil inside and suddenly my come welled out in several gushes. I looked down at Lena. She had closed her eyes, concentrating hard to handle my cock and take care of my come. She looked happy when she swallowed what I delivered in her mouth. She sucked for a while after my last spurt making sure that every drop was delivered. Then she withdrew and looked up smiling broadly.

Without saying anything she turned to Gunnar who was standing by with his erect cock. I watched amazed how she engulfed his cock in her mouth. Suddenly she reached out for my hand and pulled it to her boobs. I moved behind her and cupped both boobs feeling the lovely heaviness again. The nipples stiffened to hard plugs. Lena moaned when I tweaked them, gently at first then harder. 

Lena sucked Gunnar's cock. I stood pressed against her back caressing her boobs and on an impulse moved a hand down her belly to her hairy mound. Lena spread her thighs a little more. I put a finger down her slit. It was warm and moist. I felt a protruding knob and massaged it which made Lena to let out a deep grunt.

Gunnar didn't last long. He moaned and started to deliver in her mouth. I felt how Lena's body stretched up and tensed receiving Gunnar's come. Her knob got even harder and I massaged it but also trailed my finger further down between her engorged pussy lips. I found the hole and hooked a finger into it. My hand had a firm grip of her pussy.

Lena let go of Gunnar's cock when he got limp in her mouth. He stumbled backwards. Lena pressed her hands over mine showing how she wanted her pussy to be caressed and her boobs to be fondled. She panted hard until her body started to tremble and she cried out grinding her pussy hard against my hand. She was stiff for a while then her body softened, nearly hanging in my arms.

I stood pressed against her back. Lena turned and kissed my cock. She took the head into her mouth and sucked it slightly. It immediately swelled and the cock started to harden. Lena withdrew quickly.

"What's that Buster? Sorry, I shouldn't have done that. We must go to sleep now," she said giggling. "Good night boys." She rose quickly and went to the wash room.

We watched her go with rolling ass and saw her coming back with swinging hips and bouncing boobs. She went straight to her bed and pulled the sheet up. We went to bed as well feeling very contented.

The next day we helped grandpa in the fields. At lunch time Gunnar started to feel ill and grandma ordered him to go to bed. In the afternoon grandpa asked for my help to take a heifer in heat to the bull at a nearby farm.

I had never before witnessed such a thing. It was a strong experience to see the ruthlessness with which the bull performed his task covering the heifer. There was no doubt that the heifer knew how to behave although it was the first time and that she liked it. But there was also grandeur in the mating between these two big animals. And then after a while the bull covered her again. I was both shocked and thrilled.

It was late afternoon before we were back and let the heifer out in the field. I went to take a shower before dinner.

I stood in the shower soaping up and thinking about the mating. My cock swelled and got hard.

"Well, well, what have we got here? What you are thinking about one might wonder." Lena had come out of the barn without me noticing it. She stood a few paces to the side grinning broadly. "Fantasying about me perhaps? I love that. Well, you can stop fantasying and see the real me."

Lena quickly got rid of her skirt and shift and stepped into the shower beside me. She pulled my soapy hands to her boobs and grabbed my cock. We soaped each other intimately for a while and then she turned and pulled my arms around her. My hard cock poked her in the ass and I moved a hand down her body to cup her hairy mound. She shivered when my finger slid down into her slit and over the protruding knob. Her knees buckled when I caressed both her boobs and her slit paying much attention to the knob which I had learnt was very sensitive.

"I love that. More please," she panted and pressed her hands over mine. 

I went further down and found the opening. It was slightly open and my finger slipped in easily. As the night before I hooked the finger and rotated it inside her pussy. Her knees buckled again and she moaned highly. She pressed her hand harder over mine. Suddenly she cried out and slumped into me, her body all limp.

She recovered quickly and turned around. She looked at me with beaming eyes.

"Nice doing, you know your way down there, oh my goodness yes you do," she said giggling heavily. "Shall we see if I too know what to do?" 

She knelt before me and grabbed my cock. She took it into her mouth and sucked me heavenly. I had been worked up all afternoon and came all too soon delivering my come in heavy gushes. Lena received it first with closed eyes and then looking up at me with smiling eyes. She swallowed it all not spilling a drop. 

She kept my cock in her mouth until it got limp. Then she rose smiling broadly.

"That was a nice way to end a day of hard work, wasn't it?" she said giggling. "Now let's shower."

And we did. We soaped each other which went into fondling. She let me explore her body and I paid much attention to her boobs. I understood that she liked having them fondled. She moaned of delight when I pinched her hardening nipples. But when I moved down her body and tried to get in between her thighs she kept them closed. Instead she put my hand back up to her boobs.

She in turn fondled my cock when soaping it. But she stopped with a laugh when it swelled in her hand.

"Better stop this, isn't it. But you are a horny young man. I like that," she said and giggled. "Now let's rinse off. Dinner will be ready soon."

That night Lena didn't take her shift off when she went to the wash room and she went straight back to her bed. She swiftly took her shift off with her back against us and quickly crept into bed. She fell asleep instantly.

Gunnar felt much better the next morning. Grandma told him to keep out of the sun and put him at work helping her to pick berries. I was assigned to cut the grass in the garden.

In the afternoon our folks went shopping as they always did on Friday afternoons. Gunnar and I spent the time swimming in the lake. We tried to be back to watch Lena take her shower but we just missed her.

At the evening meal we found out that Lena should leave the following day after the morning duties. We hurried up to the loft eager not to miss anything.

Lena followed us shortly. She laughed out when she saw that we sat on our beds waiting.

"Hi there boys. Waiting for something, are you?" she said mockingly taking her time undressing. She walked provocatively to the wash room and kept us waiting when she brushed her teeth and whatever else she did in there. Finally she came back out and took the route passing our beds walking slowly and with exaggerated movements. She stopped in front of us.

"Get naked boys. I want to see those cocks stand at attention for me," she said and wriggled her hips.

We quickly got out of our shorts and shirts and stood before her with erect cocks. Lena smiled happily and grabbed our meat jacking a few times.

"Let's see, yes. I feel like taking one at a time tonight. Gunnar, you have the hardest. You go first. Lay down on the bed. I don't want you to faint with all that blood in your handsome cock, I mean after being sick." She pushed Gunnar down and knelt at the end of the bed straddling his legs. She started to kiss and suck on his cock but withdrew after a little while.

"Anders, fondle my hooters," she ordered and went back to sucking Gunnar.

I moved in and grabbed her swinging boobs from the side. But I could only reach one boob. Then I got an idea and moved behind Lena. I leaned over her back and reached around and could grab both her boobs. I fondled them a little roughly as I had learnt that she liked and also tweaked her hard nipples. I tried to keep my cock away from her body somehow afraid that she wouldn't like if I touched her with it. But suddenly her hand came out between her open thighs grabbing my cock and pulling me forward. I was pressed against her naked ass. She closed the thighs holding my cock in a nice grip along her wet pussy slit. My cock head was pressed against the knob that got bigger and hardened.

Lena withdrew from Gunnar's cock and turned her head and smiled happily at me. She moved her ass back and forth a few times making my cock to slide along her slit and over her hard knob. Lena smiled encouragingly at me and went back to sucking Gunnar.

I stood crouched behind Lena fondling her boobs moving my cock back and forth. It was warm and slippery in the tunnel formed by her pussy slit and upper thighs and easy to slide along. It felt very nice. Once my cock got hooked by her hole and slipped in a little bit but then Lena quickly moved forward withdrawing from my cock. But as quickly she put me back in place along her slit.

Gunnar started to grunt and soon delivered his load in Lena's mouth. She swallowed it all and kept his cock in her mouth until he was completely limp.

I was ready too. When Gunnar came I felt a tingling in my loins and when he left her mouth Lena squeezed her thighs harder together making the tunnel to narrow. Her knob scraped hard at my cock head when I slid back and forth. Lena started to moan. A sweet feeling spread in my lower body when I started to come. Lena stiffened and cried out when she felt my cream rushing out. She cupped her hand around the tip of my cock collecting most of it.

We stood embraced with stiff bodies for some time. Then Lena shrugged me off her back and sat down on the bed. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked the last drops out. She looked up smilingly. She put her filled hand up to her nose sniffing at it and then scoped up some with her tongue. Then she rubbed her nipples in my come. 

"Liked that boys? I certainly did. Two young cocks standing at attention for me delivering fresh seed. This smells lovely and tastes so good. I just love it." She said and rose. With swinging hips she went to the wash room. We watched her lying on our beds.

She came back out and stopped short of the door looking at us. A sweet smile spread on her face. She walked back to us. She leaned over Gunnar and took his limp cock in her mouth and played with his balls for a little while. Then she leaned over me and kissed my cock. Her hand closed around my balls giving them a nice massage. She slowly sucked me into her mouth. And again my cock started to swell. Lean withdrew when I started to get hard.

"Oh no, not again. Sorry Buster, I shouldn't have done that, I ought to know by now," she said giggling. "Good night boys. Sleep well and dream nicely about me."

She went to her bed and as usual jokingly wriggled her ass a few times.

I woke up in early morning from a need to pee. I tried to suppress it for a while but it was too pressing. I rose and went towards the stairs. I stopped dead when I looked over at Lena and saw that she had thrown the bed sheets off and lay naked on her side with one leg drawn up and bent. Her ass towered aloft looking marvelous, big and round. 

I stood looking at the lovely sight until my need too pee became too urgent. When I went down the stairs I hoped that Lena should keep still while I was out. I was wrong though but to the better. 

When I came back she had moved. The bed sheets were still off and she lay completely naked but on her back. Her legs were slightly spread. My eyes darted over her lovely nakedness at first unable to focus. But after a while I could watch more closely. Her face was calm in her sleep but with a slight smile. Her hefty boobs fell to the sides but were firm enough to form cupolas topped by large, light brown areolas with soft nipples in the middle. I remembered how they felt in my hands and wanted to caress them again. 

My gaze went south over her firm round belly to the brown bush covering her mound. It was thick and unruly with strands going in all directions. I wanted to sift through it, something that I hadn't done. Suddenly she stirred and spread her legs raising one knee. Her womanhood came in clear view, a long slit with light brown puffy ridges surrounding pink protruding folds. I looked to find the knob I had caressed several times but it was nowhere to be found which puzzled me. 

I looked down at her long legs and then back up again trying to take the whole of her in. My eyes swept over her body, slowly now. She looked lovely and my cock grew to full erection. I looked at her face and startled when I suddenly saw that her eyes were open and watched me steadily. 

Lena smiled sweetly and put a finger over her lips to silence me. She beckoned at me to come closer and I hesitantly moved forward until I stood at her side. She reached up and pulled my pants down. My cock jutted out and she grabbed it jacking it lightly. Then she pulled me down.

"Keep quiet. We shouldn't wake Gunnar. Come, fondle my jugs," she whispered and pulled my head down toward her chest. But I got other ideas. Lena shivered when I put my hand on her mound and kissed her navel. I kissed her belly, slowly moving up to her boobs. All the time my hand caressed her mound sifting through her thick pubic hair. 

I fondled and kissed the boobs. It was lovely and it got even better when I felt the nipples harden when I held them between my lips. When they were hard I bit them lightly which made her moan. My finger trailed down her warm and slippery slit. The knob was back at the top of the folds. I pressed on it which made Lena to moan and writhe on the bed. 

"Come Buster, straddle me," she suddenly whispered. She steered me to kneel over her hips. She put her hands on my hips and pulled me down and my cock touched her upper belly. She pulled me forward and my cock touched her chest in between her boobs. It was fantastic to feel the warmth from her body against my cock and balls.

Her hands stroked over my belly and along my cock. Slowly she cupped her boobs from the sides and pressed them together. Suddenly my cock was engulfed by her boobs in a warm tunnel. Only the tip was out in the open. Lena lifted her head and was able to lick the tip.

"Move back and forth," she whispered hoarsely. "It will feel good, I promise," she panted.

I tried moving as she told me and soon found out how to do it. She supported my movements by adjusting the pressure of her boobs. We found a rhythm. Lena met my upstrokes with her tongue. At one time she let go of her boobs and grabbing my ass she pushed me further up and into her waiting mouth. She sucked me thoroughly and wetted my cock head before pushing me down again. 

Lena moaned of pleasure when my cock slid back and forth in between her boobs. I felt that I was close to coming and increased my efforts. Lena noticed and grunted happily. She moaned all the time but quietly. Then the sweet feeling became too much. My come sprouted out all over her throat and face. I think some of it also landed in her open mouth. I wasn't very aware, my senses were totally occupied by the lovely feelings spreading in my body. But I heard that she cried out, a short muffled cry. 

I sat down on her lower belly feeling the mound and the bush against my ass. I fondled her looking down at her. She smiled happily at me.

"Lovely, I like it between my jugs, I like to see the spurts and especially from boys who has plenty," she whispered giggling and smiled broadly. She scooped up my come and put some of it in her mouth and some she rubbed into her skin and nipples. She pulled me down hugging me.

I lay on top of her for a while feeling the lovely warmth of her body against mine. But then she pushed me away and rose.

"Time for milking," she said smilingly. She went to the wash room but was soon back. She laughed silently when she saw that I still was slumped on her bed. She leaned down and hugged me. Her lips trailed along my body and found my limp cock. She laughed out and kissed it and then took it into her mouth. She sucked on it and soon it started to swell and get hard again. She abruptly let go of it.

"Oh no, I shouldn't have done that. I am sorry. No time although it feels so nice," she said giggling. She jacked my cock a few times more and fondled my balls before she rose and pulled on her shift and skirt. Still no panties I noticed. I went to my bed for a nap when she went away.

Before breakfast I went into the barn and watched Lena finish the milking. I watched as her strong hands and lithe fingers milked the cows dry and remembered how they had felt jacking my cock. I got erect from watching and remembering. Lena looked up and smiled naughtily when she saw the tent in my shorts. 




Grandma's Milk Maid



In midmorning we all helped grandpa round up the heifer out in the field. He had to take her back to the bull to be covered again. It took some time but finally he and Gunnar was on their way to the nearby farm. 

Lena busied herself to leave the barn in impeccable order before leaving. I hang around having nothing special to do. When she had finished and went to the loft I followed her.

Lena got out of her skirt and shift and walked naked to the wash room. I stood on top of the stairs feeling awkward not knowing what to do. But the urge to watch Lena in the nude kept me there.

"Hi Anders, what are you doing here," Lena said and giggled heavily when she came out and saw me. Smilingly she walked towards me with her exaggerated movements. Her hips rolled and her big boobs swayed heavily. She stopped in front of me.

"Well, take a good look if you want. It's your last chance, this summer anyway." She giggled and shifted her weight a few times totally uninhibited. Suddenly she pirouetted slowly making two full circles. She laughed out loudly.

I had got hard and couldn't conceal it any longer. There was a big bulb in my shorts. It got even worse when suddenly Lena looked straight at it looking surprised. A big smile spread over her face.

"What's up Buster? Oh my goodness, you want it again? It's just a few hours since you creamed so nicely between my jugs." She came close and took my face between her hands looking straight at me. She laughed contentedly.

"All right, one for the road then. I love boys, always ready. So what would you like, mouth or jugs? Take your pick." She smiled broadly when she pulled my shorts down letting my rampant cock out in the open.

"Can I . . . couldn't we . . . I mean . . . like last night?" I stammered.

Lena let go of my cock which she had started to jack and looked inquiringly at me. She was puzzled for a while until her face brightened. She smiled broadly.

"Oh, you mean that you want to put your cock in between my thighs. As close to the real thing as you can get, isn't it? Well why not. It was pleasant enough." She laughed out and moved to stand at the railing. She leaned slightly forward supporting herself at it. "Come on then Buster." She wriggled her ass invitingly.

I went behind her and grabbed her hips. She eased her feet apart when I moved forward putting my cock in place. She closed her thighs around it. I felt her warmth and a little wetness. But it didn't feel like last night. The upper side of my cock didn't press hard into her slit.

"What's the matter, Buster? You should be higher up," Lena said concerned. "Oh, now I see. I have my clogs on. Sorry, wait a second." She laughed and kicked the clogs off one at a time keeping me in her tunnel. "Oh yes, that's much better, isn't it?"

Her body had lowered and my cock now pressed hard against her pussy slit. I moved back and forth in the valley and soon felt the knob harden against my cock head. Lena started to moan and her slit became very wet and slippery. Her thighs tightened the grip around my cock pressing it harder into her slit and against the knob but the wetness made it still easy to slide back and forth. Suddenly Lena cried out and her body started to shudder before she stiffened, pressing my cock head hard against her knob. She cried again still rigid but then her body relaxed.

"Oh my goodness, that was lovely. But I want more. I can't resist any longer. Buster, this is your lucky day. Come into me. I want it," Lena exclaimed spreading her feet and opening her thighs. She stooped deeper over the railing and grabbed my cock using it to rub her slit for a short while. Then she put it at her entrance and pushed backwards. "Come on Buster, fuck me. I am sure you know what to do. You saw the bull, do as he did although God knows I am no first time heifer." She exclaimed, her body xxx from laughter.

I was flabbergasted. It all had happened so fast. Suddenly my cock was totally engulfed in a warm, wet tunnel gripping it all around. My dreams had suddenly come true. It felt heavenly, just as I had dreamt about so many times. I tried moving back and forth which made Lena to laugh lustfully. I crouched over her grabbing her boobs and kneading them. Lena turned her head and smiled contented at me.

I moved slowly in and out feeling the walls sliding along my cock. Suddenly the pussy tunnel narrowed gripping harder around my cock increasing the friction. Lena moaned highly and pushed backwards.

"Harder, I want it harder, come on Buster. Grab my hips and bang me hard, be my bull," Lena yelled panting hard.

I straightened up moving my hands from her boobs to her hips and found that I could use much more force on the inbound thrust in that position. Lena stood rock steady, meeting my thrusts firmly. She acknowledged my doings with small shrieks each time I bottomed out in her. Suddenly she cried out and her tunnel narrowed. Her body shuddered and she pushed back hard against me pulling my hands to her boobs. She cried out again standing motionless for a while. Then she relaxed.

"Lovely, just lovely," she exclaimed. "Come on Buster, keep going." She rapidly moved her ass making her pussy to slide back and forth on my cock.

I started to bang into her again. Lena laughed happily and narrowed the pussy again. It felt lovely and I soon felt the familiar tingling in my loins. I grunted, announcing was what about to happen.

"Oh yes Anders my boy. Come, come, spurt into me. I love the feeling of hot come splashing into my womb. Let it loose Buster," Lena yelled and increased the pressure around my cock. That made it. My loins boiled over and I came in several gushes delivering my entire cream deep in Lena. She cried out when she felt my first shot and stood rock steady receiving the rest pressing her ass hard against me. When I had finished she moved her ass in circular motions making my cock head to move around in her pussy. She cried out again moving her ass rapidly until the shuddering started and she stiffened.

Lena stood still while her body slowly relaxed. Meanwhile my cock softened and slid out of her. Lena rose and pulled my arms around her from behind. I cupped the boobs fondling them lightly. She turned her head and smiled, looking very contented.

"That was real nice. I hope you liked it as much as I did," she said softly.

After a while she shrugged and loosened herself from my embrace. She went to the wash room not forgetting to swing her hips and ass. I lay down on my bed thinking about what just had happened. I felt very happy.

Lena came back out. She took the long route stopping by my bed. She stood looking down at me for a while broadly smiling. Suddenly she leaned over and kissed my limp cock as had become her habit. She not only kissed it but took it into her mouth sucking on it. And as before the cock immediately started to swell getting hard in her mouth. She withdrew but not until I was rather erect.

"Oh my goodness. I am sorry. That I never learn to keep my mouth shut," she exclaimed and giggled heavily. "But I love to feel a cock grew in my mouth, to fill it up while it gets hard. But you surprise me Buster." She looked speculative at me for a little while. Her hand caressed my cock jacking it lightly.

"Could you . . . would you . . . I mean, can you do it again? Do you want to do it again? . . . Oh my goodness, what am I saying? . . . I know young men are very capable but so soon? . . . Would you like to fuck me again?" She looked at me and her hand hardened around my cock. "Oh yes, you want to. I can see it. I feel it. I love that." She laughed lustfully and put her mouth back on my cock sucking it to full hardness.

"Buster, you are in for a treat," she exclaimed when suddenly she withdrew from my cock. She swiftly straddled me and grabbed my cock. She started to rub it along her wet slit. She moaned of pleasure when she gave her protruding knob a good working over. Suddenly she put the cock at her entrance and with short rapid movements impaled herself on it. There was a contented laugh when she sat down with my cock fully buried in her pussy.

Lena sat still for a little while letting me admire her body and the heavy boobs that swung above me. Then I felt the tunnel ripple along my cock and she started to move up and down. It felt heavenly. She grinned at me and slowly increased her pace. She pulled my hands to her boobs wanting to have them caressed which I was more than happy to do. I also tweaked her nipples, rather hard I thought but she didn't seem to mind but moaned of pleasure. When she increased her tempo she moved my hands to her hips to steady us. She moaned all the time until suddenly she sat down hard on me and cried out, a long lasting cry while spasms shook her body. 

Lena calmed down and sat motionless looking down at me. She smiled contentedly and caressed my upper body and face. Her tunnel entrance suddenly gripped the base of my cock firmly and she started to move her hips in small circular motions. She made my cock head to caress all around the walls of her tunnel. Her hips slowly increased the circular movements making my cock to press harder against the walls. Lena grunted of delight a few times and put my hands back on her boobs. Her own hand caressed her slit and especially the hard protruding knob got a good rubbing. I squeezed her big boobs and tweaked the nipples very hard but she just smiled and moaned. Suddenly her hips changed behavior and moved so my cock all the time pressed on the same spot on the front wall of her tunnel sliding slightly up and down and to the sides. She moaned and panted hard and then suddenly cried out and shuddered. After a while of that she collapsed forward resting her boobs on my chest.

Lena hadn't withdrawn from my cock though but kept it buried deep in her slack tunnel. After a while it tightened around my cock again and Lena pushed herself up on her arms. She looked down at me with her face just above mine. She smiled sweetly and pushed herself up a little more. Her smile broadened when she moved making her boobs to caress my chest.

"Lovely, just lovely for a starter. Now hang on Buster, we are going for a ride. This will be real fun." She laughed lustfully and straightened up. She started to move her ass up and down along my cock at first softly and with short movements but then lengthening them until she nearly left my cock at the upbound stroke and increasing the force with which she pushed herself down on my cock. She rode me forcefully and rather brutally for some time grunting each time she crashed down making my cock to bottom out in her.

Suddenly she changed behavior. She leaned a little forward putting her hands on my chest for support and rode me with short frantic strokes up and down making sure though that she got all the way down. She obviously liked the feeling when my cock hit her back wall. Her tunnel was very pleasantly narrow and I felt that I was near. I grabbed her hips which made her to stop and look me in the face. A broad grin spread on her face when she straightened up and rode me more slowly and deliberate. Her tunnel changed its grip around my cock all the time stimulating my cock intensively until it became unbearable. I felt my come rush through my body and spurt out from my cock in several gushes. Lena immediately sat down on me crying out and then her tunnel rippled along my cock strengthening the force of my spurts. For my inner eye I saw her long fingers on a cow's dug making the milk to flow out in long bursts. Her tunnel made the same thing on my cock, milking it dry.

Lena cried out all the time she milked me and then the cries were replaced by moans of pleasure. She fell down on top of me and lay still for a while. Only her tunnel was active with slow ripples along my shrinking cock. She tried to keep it inside by gripping it around the base but it was in vain. I slipped out of her feeling very satisfied and happy.

"You liked that Buster, didn't you? . . . Well, I liked it myself, really, I liked it very much. . . . To be taken twice in a row doesn't happen very often to me nowadays. . . . You did rather well for yourself I must say . . . no that was unfair. You did splendidly for being your first time . . . I just wonder what will became of you when you get more training and experience . . . pity that I probable won't find out . . . I have to leave now as you know . . . Oh, my hubby will love the smooth slippery feel of my pussy tonight . . . he will think it's because I am so horny and longing for his cock . . . well, time to move on now I think." 

Lena had lain on top of me chatting softly in my ear. Finally she rose and slowly went to the wash room. I lay totally relaxed on my bed. I watched her getting dressed and collecting her things. When she was ready she slowly came over to me. She stood by my bed looking down at me. She smiled sweetly and then leaned over and as was her habit kissed my cock. She took the cock head in her mouth and sucked on it but only for a very short while before she straightened up again.

"Better be careful, I have learnt that much anyway," she said laughingly. "Well, bye then Buster. I will leave now. Grow up to a frightful warrior of the sword and make me proud of having made you a man. I really liked doing it. So long."

She leaned over and kissed my lips lightly then went away. She waved at me when she went down the stairs and then she was gone. I haven't seen her since but her memory has always been very clear in my mind. 



Grandma's New Year's Resolution



The wrinkled fingers that were gripping the sink so hard had turned an even more ghostly white than usual, and when 64 year old Grace Billings glanced up into the mirror of the medicine cabinet she had trouble looking at the image.

"This is all going wrong," Grace whispered to herself, the talking to herself a habit she had picked up from living alone in the farmhouse the last four years after her husband Edgar passed. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

***

Just that very morning Grace had gone to church - not HER church but one almost a hour's drive away so she was sure what she had to say was really confidential - and she had confessed to the voice on the other side of the dense screen what she had been doing with her grandson Timmy.

As she explained to the priest the way their relationship had changed from the normal grandmother/grandson relationship to one that was so immoral even the man she was speaking to seemed shocked at hearing it, she was careful to explain that while it was Timmy that instigated it, she felt responsible that she did nothing to stop it.

"I've always been like this," Grace had said. "My husband - no matter what he told me to do - no matter how vulgar or immoral it was - I did it, believe you me."

"And he would hurt you if you didn't comply? Physically abuse you, or even mentally?"

"Well not exactly," Grace admitted and after being pressed confessed, "I just wanted to make him happy. That's the way I've always been. I just have trouble saying no."

"And now?"

"Timmy is coming tonight to visit me on his way back to school," Grace explained. "He's a brilliant student - Dean's List and all - and because he skipped grades he's already a junior in college and still only 19. Such a cute little boy."

"He's a man, may I remind you. And you're a woman," the priest declared. 

"Yes, I know. Tonight, I'm going to make him a nice dinner, and then I'm going to tell him - no more!" Grace said. "It must end and it must end now. I will apologize to him and tell him how wrong I was to let this go on."

"And this is what you will tell Timmy at dinner this evening?" the priest inquired. "You won't wait until morning?"

"Oh - why yes of course," Grace announced with a bit of hesitation. "Tomorrow is a new year after all. That's my resolution. To start living my life the right way and start going to church regularly again. When that ball drops there will be a new Grace Billings. A better one."

"I sincerely hope so but I get the feeling your faith is wavering," the priest had said before she left the booth, but at least he tried to sound more certain than Grace had been, and now in the bathroom looking at her own worst enemy she realized that this was all coming apart.

As the time Timmy was supposed to arrive neared later that afternoon, Grace was already wavering to the point that she was so excited at the thought of being with Timmy again that she had amended her plans.

After tonight was the plan. That would be it. She would tell Timmy in the morning, after they had made love. One last time, although with Timmy being so virile and almost as insatiable as Grace herself, the one time would likely be two or three times.

As Grace had looked at Timmy's picture while waiting for him to pull into the driveway, she recalled how he had been in the beginning. Although he had been the aggressor he was woefully inexperienced and painfully inept, but in time he had become a wonderful lover who used his modest equipment just as masterfully as her late husband had used what they used to playfully refer to as Edgar's 'big love log'.

So the "no more" had become "one more night" by the time Timmy had pulled into the driveway. The idea that Timmy could drive still seemed strange to Grace because he was still a little boy in her eyes even as he approached 20.

When the car stopped though, Grace was startled to see the passenger door open too, and when another younger man stepped out of the old Toyota along with Timmy, Grace was both relieved and disappointed.

Timmy had brought a friend from school, and as it turned out Timmy was driving back to the campus with him. In his adorable boyish shy way Timmy had asked if she minded if his friend could stay the night, and she assured her grandson it was fine and she could make up the guest room with no problem.

"We'll work that stuff out later Grandma," Timmy said as he thanked her. "You'll like Rudy."

Then Timmy kissed Grace and hugged her like he had been doing in recent times, and as Timmy's tongue found hers and they dueled while he ground into her - out of his friend's sight thankfully - she found her will weakening further much like her knees were.

"I've told him all about you," Timmy said with a wink and added. "He's a great guy and I think you're REALLY going to like him if you know what I mean."

"Huh?" Grace had mumbled as she tried to recover from the kiss, but Timmy was already rejoining his friend by then.

***

Grace ran some water in the sink and splashed some on her face, realizing she had to rejoin the boys in the living room eventually.

"Boys?" Grace muttered, remembering that they weren't boys but men.

Timmy's friend Rudy was surely a man even though at 18 he was almost two years younger that her grandson. Timmy still looked like he always had, and Grace figured he would be like Dick Clark as he aged, never seeming to grow old.

Rudy, on the other hand, was over 6' tall and looked very muscular. Timmy had explained that Rudy was a football player which was how they met since Timmy was on the team as well - sort of. 

Timmy was a student manager for the team, although it seemed to Grace that what he mostly did was hand out water and pats on the back to the players, but he seemed to like it and loved football too. Since her grandson was only about 5'5" and 130 pounds, this was as close as he would get to the field, even though he had always dreamed of playing the game.

The two boys seemed to get along really well even though they were Mutt and Jeff both physically and personality-wise, with Rudy the obvious alpha male. Rudy for his part had already managed to make that clear in the past to Timmy, but also to Grace over the last few hours.

"Those eyes," Grace said softly, remembering how piercing and intimidating Rudy's blue eyes had been when he would look at her, and then Grace looked down and cringed as she saw how much of her was revealed in the scoop-necked blouse she had worn for Timmy's sake only because he had bought it for her and thought it would just be the two of them tonight.

The blouse was not meant for a senior citizen but for a woman much younger and bustier, and the way the front hung open and revealed so much of her hanging breasts as she leaned? No wonder the boy looked when she bent over, although Grace shook her head at what a sad sight her modest breasts had become over time. It hadn't stopped this Rudy fellow from looking though. 

"I must go change," Grace said to the mirror. "Better yet, I'll tell the boys I'm tired and have to go to bed. They'll understand."

"Grandma?" came Timmy's voice from the other side of the door along with a gentle tap on the door, and as it opened and her grandson eased his way inside the bathroom with her he said, "Getting worried about you out there. Rudy and me - we're anxious for you to come join us. He really likes you."

"Honey, I'm a bit tired," Grace started to say and then suddenly noticed that Timmy was only wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt, and in his hand was a little pink bag.

"No you aren't Grandma. You're just shy and nervous like always. That's what I love most about you," Timmy explained. "In no time at all you'll be a wild and sensuous nympho, only this time you'll have two guys to take care of you. Just like what you said Grandpa and his friend used to do with you."

"Honey, I can't do that with a strange boy - and I surely can't wear that in front of him!" Grace gasped when she saw the frilly little nightie her grandson expected her to put on. "It's - it's like wearing nothing at all."

"And you will look great in it," Timmy said as he began undressing Grace while she made a token effort to fend him off. "Rudy was drooling already but when he sees you in this? He'll explode!" 

"Rudy? You? I can't! What kind of grandmother..."

"The best kind. The sexy kind. You don't have to worry. Rudy introduced me to his Grandma over Thanksgiving recess. He's got a special Grandma too and he shared her with me."

"What?"

"Rudy's grandmother is a nice lady but you're much prettier," Timmy said as he lifted Grace's blouse over her head, and as he did he leaned down and planted butterfly kisses all over her softly scented underarm.

"I should have called and told you not to shave," Timmy explained. "I told Rudy how the first time I had sex with you hadn't bothered shaving since Grandpa died and you had really hairy armpits, and he thought that must have been cool, but that's okay because you're sexy anyway, and I know you love it when I kiss you there."

"Please don't make me do this," Grace said as her panties came down and she was naked in the cold harsh bathroom light, and she started babbling as she often did when she was nervous. "You should have a girl your own age. I went to church today. I swore to the priest that this was over. Old women and young fellows..."

"Are meant for each other," Timmy said in finishing her sentence differently that she would have, and as he held the yellow nightie in front of his grandmother she lifted her arms like she was a little child instead of a senior citizen and let him drop it over her. "There. You look amazing."

Timmy brushed a little of her silver hair from the front of her face and took a step back, smiling when he looked at the dark triangle visible through the lemon-toned silk. It was a lush bush that still showed no gray thanks unknown to him, her occasional plucking of the silver.

Grandma's legs were as trim as her arms, and while the tiny veins and little wrinkles showed that the limbs obviously weren't attached to a girl his own age, his grandmother was in great shape for a woman of 64 and he couldn't wait to show her off to his best friend.

"I love you Grandma," Timmy said as he opened the door and ushered her out towards the living room. "Rudy's waiting."

***

Grace Billings felt like she was walking on legs made of jello as she was herded into the living room. The lights had been dimmed and the TV that was going to show the ball getting dropped in Times Square had been muted.

On the couch, sitting in the corner with his arm draped over the side and smiling broadly as he saw Timmy and his grandmother approach, Rudy was indeed waiting. He had also shed some clothes while Grace had been in the bathroom and was now looking casual in a tank top with their college emblem and boxer shorts.

"Oh man Mrs. Billings!" Rudy said excitedly as he looked at Grace shivering in the nightie which hid little but made her look angelic in a way. "Timmy told me how hot you were but I thought he was bullshitting. You don't look anything like 64."

"Told you," Timmy said as he brought his grandmother over to the couch under his friend's watchful eye.

"My own Grandma - I love her and all but she's nothing like you," Rudy gushed as he padded the cushion on the middle of the sofa."

"Your Grandma's a really nice lady," Timmy assured Rudy as he tried to move his grandmother between the couch and the coffee table, but she seemed frozen in place.

"I - I..." Grace mumbled as she looked at her grandson's friend who looked like Goliath compared to her David-like Timmy.

Rudy's arms and shoulders were muscular, his broad chest looked like that of a bodybuilder, and the thick tufts of flaming red hair that filled the lad's armpits and sprouted up from the neck of his tank-top made him look older than his 18 years.

"Relax Grandma," Timmy was saying in an attempt to break her out of her trance, placing his hand on her pale slender shoulder and easing her down to the cushion before sitting on the other side of her. "Sit down and let's get cozy."

"We're like a Grandma sandwich," Rudy joked as he put his arm around Grace's shoulders affectionately. "You don't mind if I call you Grandma sometimes, do you Mrs. Billings? I feel like I know you already."

"This is all - too much," Grace said as she wondered how her firm resolve in the confessional booth had evaporated so fast, and she shivered when the coarse hairs on Rudy's legs pricked her smooth calf.

"It sure is," Timmy was saying as he watched her friend hold his grandmother smugly with his massive arm, and as he nibbled on his Grandma's earlobe he whispered, "I'm so proud of you. You and Rudy seem as right together as you and me."

"Nice," Rudy was saying as he turned a little towards Grace and ran his beefy hand up the senior's pale thigh.

"Oh, that's so hot," Timmy was saying softly as his own hand did the same to his grandmother's other thigh. "Yeah! Look at the bulge in Rudy's boxers Grandma. Look at it."

"I see it," Grace said although her cracking voice was barely audible.

"See how big his cock is Grandma," Timmy said loud enough for his friend to hear. "His is way bigger than mine, isn't it Gram?"

"Doesn't matter," Grace tried to say but her mouth was dry from the wine she had enjoyed earlier and also from fright, but she had already noticed what looked like a salami straining in the tight fit between Rudy's thigh and the underwear.

"Let Grandma get a look," Timmy was saying as he leaned up a bit and reached down to yank his own boxers down, exposing his long slender member which was erect and curving towards his stomach.

Timmy heard his grandmother gasp just as clearly as Rudy must have when the football player stood up long enough to tug down his own boxers, and as his friend sat back down Timmy whispered, "You should see how big it gets when he's fully erect. It's close to twice as big as mine. Touch him."

"It's alright Grandma," Timmy was reassuring her, and when Grace sat there frozen her grandson took her weathered hand and put it on the semi-turgid organ himself, even helping her wrap her hand around the thick uncut organ and catching her shocked reaction when she saw him touch his friend's manhood in the process. "Don't be shocked Grandma. We're friends but not that way. Right Rudy?"

"Can't help the occasional touch when there's a couple of guys trying to take care of one sexy little lady," Rudy opined, smiling when his friend's hand let go of his grandmother's and the bony little fingers began moving up and down his semi-turgid cock on their own. "Oh yeah."

"See?" Timmy said as his hand went back onto his grandmother's slender thigh as the yellow nightie started moving towards her waist. "See how big it's getting?"

Grace nodded, ashamed that her wicked side had overcome the virtuous part of her, and as she felt the blood rushing through Timmy's friend's organ which seemed to be getting even larger than her late's husband's had been, she subconsciously rubbed her legs together a bit.

"Better give me a break Ms. Billings," Rudy said as he pried her hand off his cock as a bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his manhood which was peeking out from under the shroud. "Getting too excited, and besides I want to enjoy you now."

"Let's help you off with this," Timmy said, and as a team they lifted the lemon-chiffon nightie up and over her head, exposing Grace's long hanging cones with the rose-colored aureolas covering nearly the entire ends of the teats.

"Gotcha!" Timmy said with a chuckle as he wrapped his grandmother's wrists in the nightie after clearing her head, and pulled the tangle over the back of the sofa, leaving her exposed and helpless.

"Nice," Rudy sighed as his hand cupped the breast closest to him and squeezed the plaint flesh. "Really nice."

"She shaved," Timmy said as he nodded to the deep pale hollows of her underarms which were smooth as silk. "But she loves it when I do this."

"I do too," Rudy replied as after watching his friend kiss his way up from his grandmother's rib cage all the way up to her bicep, he did the same to the other side, and after a couple such travels through her armpits the senior citizen was writhing into the cushions.

"She's wet Rudy," Timmy exclaimed when he put his hand between Grace's legs, and Ruby chuckled when he reached down himself and confirmed that.

"Oh yeah," Rudy cackled as his hand raked through the soggy bush. "Dripping wet, and her pussy is just as hairy as you said she was."

"Please," Grace whimpered as her head rolled from side to side as her labia were rubbed.

"Okay Grandma," Timmy said in releasing his grandmother's wrists and put his hand on her neck, easing her face down to his friend's lap. "Show Rudy how great a cocksucker you are."

Through her glazed eyes Grace saw what her grandson was moving her face toward, the monolith that rose out of the burnt orange nest of pubic hair looking larger and larger the closer it came to her lips.

The light beige organ was erect and twitching, the tip of her bulbous knob peeking out from inside the foreskin while the single plump vein that meandered up much of the length of the shaft seemed to pulsate as Timmy's hand kept the pressure on the back of her neck.

"Oh!" Rudy moaned as Grace opened her mouth and let her lips slide down to the ridge of the glans, and then Timmy let go of his grandmother's neck when he saw her hand reach over and grab the stump of Rudy's manhood.

"That's it Grandma!" Timmy said excitedly while getting up and standing so he could watch his grandmother's sweet face as she sucked his friend's cock and stroked the shaft, her flushed cheeks straining to accommodate the girth which got greater the farther down her thin lips went.

Grace was dimly aware of Timmy standing there stroking his reed-thin prong which had seemed long to Grace before she had been introduced to his friend's massive organ which was already beginning to make her jaws ached a bit.

"Oh man, she's good - too good," Rudy exclaimed to her friend who clearly wanted some of his grandmother's affection too, so much so the pre-cum was hanging off his dick as he pulled on it. 

"Told you," Timmy chirped as his grandmother's lips went halfway down Rudy's cock each time her head bobbed down.

"Let's get her into the bedroom so we can both do her, man," Rudy declared, and with that Grace's head was lifted off her grandson's friend's lap so he could rise to his feet.

"Here we go Mrs. Billings," Rudy said cheerfully as he leaned down and picked Grace up from the couch and as Timmy led the way the football player effortlessly carried the little senior citizen down the hall before depositing her onto her bed.

Grace was breathlessly hyperventilating as she was placed on the edge of the bed before the two boys moved in front of her side by side, their erections obscenely swaying in her face while her mind went briefly to Father what's-his-name and his feeling that her faith was wavering.

It was doing more than wavering, it was leaving her at least for the time being as the burning in her belly and her lust for sex took over. She reached out with both hands and grabbed the stiff flesh, bringing the two organs close to each other before leaning forward.

Back and forth Grace went taking turns briefly sucking on them, going from Timmy's acorn glans to Rudy's plum and back again. Her mouth was filling with their dick drool as she squeezed the shafts, even bringing the tips together in a failed attempt to fit them both in her mouth that made them both cackle with glee.

"Gonna cum too soon again," Timmy cried out, a habit he had trouble controlling when he grandmother was involved.

"Let's get her on her back and you can eat her out while she sucks on my balls," Rudy suggested and his friend quickly agreed, easing Grace onto the back and helping her up towards the headboard. 




Grandma's New Year's Resolution



"Save some of that hairy pussy for me though," Rudy kidded his friend while his muscular thighs straddled Grace's face, taking care not to have his knees land on her silver hair as his dangling balls tea-bagged the flushed senior.

Grace couldn't really fit either of the plump orbs in her mouth but that didn't stop her from chewing on them as best she could in between licking the hairy nuts, and she felt her bottom being raised as her legs went over her grandson's shoulders.

"Ohh!" Grace moaned as she felt Timmy's tongue dip into her dripping sex.

"That looks so hot man!" Rudy cheered as he looked at his friend's face slide into the old woman's bush, the large labia visible even through the dense jungle as they seemed to swallow Timmy's face and envelop it.

"Fuck," Grace muttered as she got frustrated trying to suck on Rudy's meaty nuts, and after letting her tongue slide underneath the sack for a second moved her face around to get at the cock which arched above the elderly lady.

The underside of the massive organ was much different that the sleek top of the cock. From below Grace saw the stringy underpinnings that stretched from above his balls to the shaft and ran her tongue along the veiny length.

Rudy made it easier for her by contorting so Grace could reach it better, and then dismounted from her face and pulled it down so she could suck on it some more. 

"Let's switch," Rudy was saying and after the lads scrambled around it was Timmy's balls in his grandmother's face while Rudy was lapping at Grace's pussy like a man possessed, chuckling when he looked up through the bush and saw Timmy's ball sac disappear in the senior's mouth.

"Arrgh!" Grace's garbled mouth squawked as the first waves of the orgasm struck her, and luckily Timmy's nuts were out of her mouth when she came violently, her body thrashing uncontrollably while her grandson held her down.

"She needs dick man," Rudy was saying after Grace stopped cumming.

"Do it," Timmy chirped.

"No, you first. Plow the field for me man," Rudy exclaimed as he climbed out from behind Grace's quivering pale thighs, and as Timmy knelt between his grandmother legs Rudy moved up to the old woman's side, massaging her squishy breasts while keeping his cock playfully out of reach as he watched his friend's prong disappear into the thicket of dark curls. "Yeah man - pound that pussy."

The exuberance that Timmy showed as he made the bed bounce while humping his grandmother like a man possessed made Rudy smile for the minute or so he lasted, and after Timmy groaned as he came he made way for his friend.

"This is so cool," Timmy mumbled as he knelt by his grandmother and idly pulled on her nipples as he watched Rudy spread her skinny thighs apart further while rubbing the head of his cock into the Venus flytrap-like fold

"Just relax Mrs. Billings," Rudy said as he looked up at Grace whose eyes were fixed on what he was doing. 

Grace tugged on her grandson's spent dick while looking down at the pussy Rudy was about to impale, the traces of her grandson's cum that was oozing out of the sex both erotic and lubricating, not that the sopping wet pussy needed it.

"OMIGOD!" Grace howled as Rudy pushed some of his manhood into what felt like a virgin, and after the senior arched off the bed she promptly slammed back down to the bedding while the football player kept feeding more and more of his manhood into her.

"Yeah," Rudy sighed as he tenderly held Grace's bony hips while moving much of his cock in and out of her tight sex while using his strength to get Grace's lower torso to move in the opposite tempo.

The result was that Grace was going crazy, clawing at the bed and her grandson while the monster tool did its thing, and then she was pulling Timmy over her face so she could suck his cock.

"This way Grandma," Timmy said as he put his heels against the headboard. "I want to watch."

Grace contented herself with sucking her grandson's dick and balls, and as Rudy's thrusting became deeper, harder and faster she got even more possessed, pushing Timmy forward with all her strength.

"Awwww!" Timmy howled as he lurched forward, catching himself by his using hands to grab on Rudy's massive shoulders.

"She's rimming me!" Timmy yelped as Grace's tongue dipped into her anus.

"I want some of that later too man," Rudy snorted as the sweat flew off his hairy body and all over Grace, and the humidity in the room rose as the bed started swaying and bouncing off the wall.

Grace came first - an orgasm that had her upper torso seem to levitate off the bed briefly and made her legs shake uncontrollably, and then Rudy followed as his bull-like bellow practically made the pictures fall off the walls while he filled the old woman's pussy with his seed.

The three of them all slowed and then stopped, with Timmy getting off his grandmother's face while the senior's heaving chest began to slow. Rudy let go of Grace's hips and let her ease to the bedding, and as he did his spent cock slithered out of Grace's gaping pussy, his semen gurgling up a bit as the opening slowly contracted.

"It's okay Grandma," Timmy was saying as he cuddled up next to her and comforted her as she slowly sobbed, sharing knowing nods with his friend and knowing that she would be calm in a minute. "I love you and you're not perverted. I'm okay, you're okay and Rudy's is okay."

"We're all okay but you're great," Rudy confirmed as he spooned up behind Grace and made the Grandma sandwich again. "Really great."

***

A hour later after a lot of hugs and kisses and a lot of her pussy getting eaten by her grandson, Grace was doing what Timmy asked as usual.

"You lay like this," he told Rudy who was laying on his back holding his stiff monolith straight up, and after he got positioned just right had his grandmother straddle his friend's crotch.

"Too old for this," Grace muttered as her 64 year old bones protested having to spread so wide to accommodate the football player's wide hips.

"Look Grandma!" Timmy said excitedly as he pointed straight ahead at the dresser mirror where their image was very clear. "You look so hot."

"I look horrible," Grace muttered as she rubbed Rudy's stiff cock into her fold slowly, wincing not only at the size of the organ easing into her ravaged pussy but of seeing the way her banana boobs hung down sadly when she leaned forward, but no one seemed to care.

"Hope I don't cum too fast," Timmy was saying as he pushed his lubricated finger into his grandmother's anus as she presented her backside to him while impaling herself further onto what was easily more than 9" of eager teenage cock Rudy was providing.

"Easy at first honey," Grace was saying as Timmy moved up close to her and pushed the tip of his dick into her little furry ring.

"I can feel your dick on the other side man," Rudy yelped as Timmy slid his slender prong into his grandmother's rectum, and then as Grace leaned down closer to him he addressed her. "Maybe Timmy and me can switch places next time."

"No way in hell," Grace hissed as even the thought of trying to take Rudy's monster cock back there made her cringe, but then Timmy started thrusting and everything got really good for everybody.

"I've got it made!" Rudy said as he just reclined on his back and let Grace and Timmy do the work, and as he watched the old woman's long slender tits flop around just before his bear-like paws grabbed them and kneaded the soft flesh he declared, "And what a view!"

The symphony of the three of them, with Grace's soprano grunts soaring over the two manly ones, combined with the squeaking of the protesting bed as the boys DP'd the senior citizen like a rag doll.

Timmy came first as usual, his dick squirting his seed into Grace's bowels before climbing off and watching his grandmother cum for the final time. This orgasm was nothing like the first two as the woman was clearly wearing down, and Rudy sensed that too and didn't hold back as he came almost right along with Timmy's grandmother.

The three of them lay in a heap for a few minutes before Grace stirred, announcing that even though she wasn't sure she could walk she was going to have to go one way or the other.

"I'll carry you if you let me watch you pee." Rudy said, and Grace shook her head and waved the young man off even after he said he would be glad to help her without sticking around.

"I'll make it," Grace said as she climbed off the bed gingerly, walking a few steps like she just got off a horse and shivering when she felt the boy's cum seeping out of her anus and practically pouring out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs.

"She is so fucking hot," Rudy said to his friend after Grace disappeared. "If I was you I would move in here and do her 24/7 - and she would take it too. You see the way she was cumming?"

"She's usually crying or cumming when we're in bed," Timmy said. "Sometimes both. She gets the guilts."

"They all do," Rudy said. "But they are so good it's worth it."

***

Grace didn't know what time it was when she woke up, although the way her body ached from head to toe made her sleep a not very deep one. Her pussy was on fire and her anus stung as it always did even though her grandson's slim shaft was ideal for a tight rectum like hers.

Her jaws ached most of all because after she had gotten back to bed they both started playing with her, and the sucking on her titties, the nibbling of her sensitive underarms and the boy's always erect cocks got to her.

"I can't down there," Grace had said in turning down the chance to be probed in either orifice because he was sore, but she did go down on them, first sucking Timmy's cock until he came and then working on Rudy who took a lot longer before finally coating her throat.

Timmy's grandmother fell asleep soon after that but now in the very dim light the boys whispering woke her up. Grace was going to lift her head off the pillow and join in the conversation but when she realized the topic was her she pretended to be still sleeping.

"Think your Grandma would mind if we stayed a couple extra days?" Rudy suggested, adding, "I only have one class before next Monday and you don't have any."

"I know she'll love it," Timmy said in explaining. "That stuff she said about needing a month's rest after tonight? Tomorrow she'll be ready for more, although that's been when it's me alone. After getting fucked by that anaconda of yours though - who knows?"

"Think I can come back here with you between semesters?" Rudy asked.

"I thought we were going to YOUR grandmothers then," Timmy reminded his friend.

"Man I don't know. I think I'm in love," Rudy said only half kidding. "She gives great head."

"Actually, I was thinking that maybe if I'm still dating Joni I would bring her here to meet Grandma," Timmy suggested.

"That chubby blonde with the big tits?" Rudy asked, and after Timmy nodded Rudy asked, "Your Grandma likes girls too?"

"She told me she used to have threesomes with my grandfather with guys and girls," Timmy confided.

"Man, she was even wilder than my Grandma was," Rudy admitted. "Maybe that Joni would like to get friendly with the two of us some time at school, what do you think?"

"No way. That's why I keep her away from our room," Timmy asserted. "With your equipment around I don't stand a chance."

"Not true my friend," Rudy replied. "My grandmother adores you and tonight, Grace might have been liking my cock but it was clear she was loving you."

"Either way, we're lucky as hell," Timmy concluded before the conversation ended.

As Grace tried to drift back to sleep the earlier comforting thought that she would go to church - a different church again obviously - disappeared, chased away by the image of Timmy and his busty girlfriend in this very same bed with her.

Grace had no idea what the college girl looked like but in her mind she thought about Carol, the young lady who babysat for them back in the late 60's and spent many overnights here off the clock.

"You're incorrigible, Grace Billings," the senior citizen said inaudibly to herself before she fell asleep. "Insatiable is more like it."

****

thank you for reading.



Grandma's Pool



The summer had peaked on that particular day. It was hot, there was not a single cloud in the sky and it was the longest day of the year. I had the pool to myself, and I was making the most of it trying to keep cool. Grandma came out of the back door with two glasses of orange juice on a tray. She placed the tray on the small wooden table between the deck chairs we had at the poolside.

"Mind if your old Grandma joins you for a swim?" she asked when the tray was out of her hands.

"Sure," I replied. After all it was her pool.

"Help me in then lad," she said as she walked towards the poolside. "I can't be bothered to walk round the other side to the steps."

I swam to the edge to offer a hand. Grandma was 58, but looked damn good in he one piece suit. It wasn't an old fashioned type of swimsuit that you expect old folks to wear, but it did make me wonder what she would look like in a bikini. I suddenly realised what I'd been thinking. I dunked my head under the surface of the pool to clear my thoughts. Grandma was now sitting on the edge of the pool with her legs hanging over the side and her feet in the water. As I came up for air my head was just at the height where the first thing I saw, as water dripped from my eyes, was Grandma's legs slightly apart and her swimsuit outlining her lips. I was immediately hard. I took my eyes away, but they just fixed themselves on the plunging cleavage the swimsuit had created.

"You going to come and give me a hand then Jack?" asked Grandma.

I didn't know what to do. My own Grandma had given me a painfully hard erection and I couldn't just swim away. As slowly as I possibly could I made my way to where Grandma was sitting. The pool wasn't too deep at that point, but I had to stay crouched down to disguise my throbbing member. Grandma leant forward and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Help me down then Jack," She ordered. I put my arms around her waist and lifted her into the pool. As Grandma lowered into the pool I felt her brushing against my bulging trunks. "Oh my," she said when her feet touched the bottom, "who have you been thinking about?" What could I say? I could hardly tell her that her own Grandmadson had got a huge boner over his Grandma.

Suddenly her hand reached out and grabbed my trunks, tightly clutching my dick at the same time. 

"Were you thinking about me Jack, your own Grandma?" All I could do was nod. Grandma smiled. "I'm glad I can have that effect on a young man," and with that she tugged at the tie of my trunks. As they loosened her hand slipped inside and her fingers circled around my now aching cock. "But I am your Grandma," said she as she released her grip and turned and pulled herself out of the pool. She twisted round and sat at the edge again, feet dangling into the cool water. I was still in total shock and I stood in the pool with my mouth ajar and my cock poking out of the top of my trunks.

Grandma ran a hand over her vaginal mound and said, "its not just the pool that's got me wet."

"Huh," was the only response I could manage.

Grandma pulled her swimsuit to one side exposing her cunt to me. It was covered in a tidy mound of pubic hair, tinged with a hint of grey.

"Come here Jack," she instructed, and I did as I was bid. "Would you do your Grandma a favour and eat me? I really need you to taste me Jack."

With no hesitation I put my hands on the inside of Grandmas thighs and pushed her legs further apart. I ran my tongue up her legs and gently traced the outline of her lips. Slowly I parted the lips and my tongue began to explore my Grandmas pussy. Grandma had her hands on my head pulling me into her as I probed deeper, licking and lapping at her mature juices.

"Ooooh yeah baby, tongue fuck your Grandma. Eat me." I was hungrily slurping up all she had to offer and I suddenly felt her hips spasm and her hands pulled hard at my hair as she came in my mouth, over my tongue and I felt it running down my chin.

Grandma pulled her feet from the water and stood. She slipped her swimsuit from her shoulders and pushed it down to her ankles. Her tits were large, though sagging slightly. Without a word she turned her back on me and wandered naked into the house. As quick as I could, I pulled myself out of the pool and ran after her. As I entered the back door I saw Grandma sitting on the couch. She beckoned for me to join her. I sat next to her and she tugged down my trunks exposing my erection. A smile spread across her face and she moved from the couch to her knees in front of me. Her touch was sublime as her fingers circled my knob for the second time that day. Grandma's tongue ran up and down my shaft before she took the head in her mouth. She lowered her head down taking all of me in her mouth. Her left hand cupped my balls as her mouth bobbed up and down over my dick. 

As Grandma removed my dick from her mouth, she continued to stroke my member. 

"Let Grandma taste your cum baby," she said. "Cum in Granny's mouth." That was it. My cock exploded, shooting a long stream of cum into Grandma's face and hair. Quickly, she took me back in her mouth and sucked me hard, swallowing all I had to give.

"Mmmmmm baby. My grandson tastes like his father." Suddenly I had images of my Dad fucking my Gran running through my mind. My cock was getting hard again.

"You get as hard as quick as your old man too," said Grandma, as she straddled me and angled my cock deep into her pussy. I groaned in ecstasy, leaning forward and squeezing and sucking on Grandma's mammaries as she rode me. I lay back and watched my Grandmother riding my cock, tits bouncing. Then she slowed.

"Fuck your granny up the ass Jack." She stood from me then knelt with her arms on the couch. I knelt behind her and wet a finger. Gently I inserted it into my Grandma's anus. I also plunged my cock back into her cunt and worked her ass and pussy in tandem.

"Yeah, fuck Grandma, fuck her hard. So fucking good to your old gran. I love your cock in me Jack." I was moaning as I fucked my Gran. I took my finger out of her ass and quickly replaced it with my cock. 

"Cum in Grandma's ass Jack. Fill your granny's ass with your beautiful cum." With a final scream I shot off a huge, hot, steaming load deep inside my grandmother's anus.

We licked and sucked and fucked each other all afternoon until I had to go home.

When I got home I told my dad I knew about him and his mother. I also told him of my exploits that day. The next time I went to visit Grandma, dad came too.....but that's a different story.



Grandma's Remedy



"She seemed like a very nice young lady," my grandmother said after hearing the story about my breakup with the girl I had been going steady with since we here in kindergarten, or so it seemed. "Alyssa was almost like part of the family."

It was true. We had been inseparable all through our teens, and then all of a sudden after we graduated from high school and were preparing for college, Alyssa decided that we should see other people. Since everybody around thought that we would end up married eventually, this news came as quite a shock, especially to me.

"Maybe I'll meet somebody nice at college," I said with little conviction, because I'm not all that good looking or personable.

Besides, I was still in love with Alyssa. My pouting had gotten so bad that my folks suggested I go keep my grandmother company, and while they said that they knew seeing Grandma always cheered me up, I think they just wanted to get rid of me, which is why I was at her house for the weekend.

"I know you will," Grandma said as she patted my hand. "But we can't have you moping around here all weekend like this. I have just the antidote for what's ailing you. A visit to the doctor is what you need."

"I'm not going to any doctor," I protested.

"Trust me Dennis," she said as she got up from the table and went over to the pantry. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"

I watched Grandma reach high, exposing her pink socks and still trim and shapely legs as her skirt rose a bit, and felt guilty about checking out my own grandmother like that.

"Whenever I'm down, I always consult with good old Dr. McGillicuddy," Grandma declared after returning to the kitchen table with a bottle.

"What's that?"

"It's lemon," Grandma said as she opened the bottle and filled a couple of shot glasses with it.

"It sure is," I agreed, because the smell hit me as she was pouring, and the bottle claimed it was Intense Lemon Drop Schnapps.

MY grandmother drinking? Who knew?

"Now we aren't going to me telling anybody about this now, are we Dennis?" Grandma asked, giving me that cute little smile as her eyes twinkled.

"Of course not," I assured her.

"It wouldn't do to have your mother finding out that I'm giving you alcohol," she said as she slid the shot glass across the table to me. "Even though it seems like if you're 18 and old enough to go to war, you should be allowed to drink."

"Besides, I bet you've done some drinking already, am I right?"

"Couple times," I admitted while looking at the clear liquid and the picture of Dr. McGillicuddy on the bottle. "Beer."

"Well, this is better than beer," Grandma said as she lifted her glass. "Now, down the hatch."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing as Grandma fired down that shot and set the glass down with a flourish.

"Well? You aren't scared are you?" Grandma asked.

I shook my head and raised the glass to my lips, the aroma almost making my eyes water, and tried to down the shot with as much bravado as Grandma had.

"Whoa!" I said after the lemon burned its way down my throat, and my grandmother got a kick out of watching my body shiver and my face contort.

"That's my boy," Grandma declared as she moved her chair close to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," I lied, but even though it burned going down, after a moment I started to enjoy the feeling I got from it. "Kinda good actually."

"Let's have another," Grandma decided as she poured again. "It'll put hair on your chest."

"Goodness knows you have enough hair on your legs," she said, rubbing her hand on my thigh just below where my shorts ended. "You must have gotten that from your grandfather."

"Grandma!" I protested in jest, enjoying her teasing me like she had done for years, taking note of the way my body had changed and making me feel like a grownup long before I was.

"Too bad the bottle's almost empty," I said after we clicked glasses and drained them. 

"You aren't embarrassed about drinking with your old Grandma?" she asked, and after I assured her that this was fun, she got up and got a full bottle out of the pantry.

"In that case, we're all set!" Grandma proclaimed as he set the bottle next to the nearly drained one. "Let the party continue."

***

"Did you and Alyssa ever - you know - go all the way?" Grandma asked. "Don't worry. I won't say anything to your folks. I'm just curious."

"Dennis?"

I had been staring at the picture of the good doctor on the bottle and the shrinking contents within it. I was all warm inside and feeling good, but I was having a little trouble concentrating, and just then realized that Grandma's hand was still on my knee, stroking gently.

She was always the touchy-feely kind of person, so this wasn't all that odd, but it bothered me that I was starting to enjoy it.

"Oh," I said as I remembered her question. "No. We didn't."

"Really?" Grandma asked as she gave me a dubious look.

"No, we didn't. I wanted to, but Alyssa wanted to save it until we got married."

"I'll bet you wish you had done it now though, right Dennis?" Grandma asked, and I nodded. "Of course, I'm sure you two did other things, right?"

"I guess."

"I'll tell you a secret," Grandma confided as she moved closer to me. "Remember the cookout your folks had last Labor Day? Well, I happened to see you and Alyssa back behind the garage"

"You did?"

"Yep! I saw you two kissing up a storm, and then she started grabbing your dingus through your pants."

"Oh jeez,"

"Too bad your mother started walking towards me or else I would have stayed to watch," Grandma said. 

"Don't be embarrassed," Grandma said as my face burned from more than the schnapps. "Heck, I was young once myself. I wasn't always a dried up old bag, you know."

"You aren't anything like that and you know it," I said as I looked at my grandmother's hand on my thigh, and for her age, which was 60 something, she was pretty, always looking to me sort of like Beaver Cleaver's mother.

"You do ever do stuff to each other?" Grandma asked. "With your mouths?"

"Grandma?" I whined.

"Heavens, I remember the first time your grandfather - rest his soul - put his thing in my mouth. It was in the back seat of his car, and I was pretending that I didn't know how to do it, and he was patiently giving me directions."

"He didn't know that I had sucked about a half dozen of them before that!" Grandma cackled while squeezing my thigh. "I was a good actress that night, telling me how scared I was because his thing was so big, even though it really wasn't."

"You aren't embarrassed hearing me talk like that, are you Dennis?" Grandma asked. "I figured that now that you're a grown-up, we could have grown-up conversations."

"No, it's fine," I said, and I wasn't so much embarrassed as I was shocked as hearing Grandma say this stuff.

"I wouldn't want you to think I was disgusting or anything, and hate me."

"Of course not," I said, reaching over and putting my arm around her slender shoulders. "You know I always will love you. Actually, it's kind of neat thinking about you and Grandpa doing stuff like that."

"That's the way I felt when I saw you and Alyssa together," Grandma said, her lemony breath washing over me and she leaned next to me and spoke like there was somebody around to hear us. "I said to myself that Dennis is going to get his dick sucked by that little cutie. Was I right?"

"Probably," I said, not really remembering the specifics of that day.

"When she would suck your pecker, did she keep sucking all the way, or did she pull her mouth off before you shot your spunk?"

"No, she took it out and finished it by hand. Didn't like the taste," I mumbled.

"Her loss," Grandma decided. "How about you? She had a hot little body on her. Perky little breasts. You ever go down on her?"

I nodded and started to feel a little dizzy, and I felt Grandma's hand on my shoulder to steady me in the chair.

"Girls today - a lot of them shave the hair between their legs? Did Alyssa? No? Good," Grandma said. "Your grandfather would have shot me if I ever did that. Heck, when we were dating he even had me let the hair under my arms grow. That was my hippie period. You should have seen me."

I laughed as Grandma raised her arms, and it was funny to picture that, since Grandma's underarms were always so pale and smooth.

"I think my baby has had enough to drink," Grandma declared, and although I protested that I was fine, she wasn't having any backtalk.

"Let's get you to bed," Grandma said, and she helped me down the hall even though I could have done fine by myself. The only time I wobbled was when I started to go into the guest room.

"This way Dennis," Grandma said as she kept me going down the hall. "Grandma's going to have to keep an eye on you so you don't hurt yourself in the night."

So I kept going down the hall, herded by my grandmother into her bedroom.

"You get ready for bed now. Dennis," Grandma instructed before leaving the room. "I'll be right back."

Grandma went off to the bathroom, and it suddenly occurred to me that I was sitting on the edge of my grandmother's bed in my grandmother's bedroom. I was buzzed but was aware enough of my surroundings to realize that something was going on that was out of the ordinary.

***

"You're still dressed?"

I had been daydreaming, staring at a doll on my grandmother dresser, when Grandma appeared in front of me. She was wearing a little white nightie and nothing else.

"Let me help you baby," Grandma said, kneeling down and rolling my socks down, and I found myself looking down the front of my grandmother's nightie.

Grandma is a slender woman, but her tits were huge! They didn't look anything like they did when she was dressed, and as I sat there open-mouthed at the sight I became awake that Grandma was aware of what I was looking at.

"Wish I looked as nice as Alyssa," Grandma said.

"You look great," I said. "Hers are little."

"Her what are little, Dennis?"

"Her tits - I mean breasts," I said.

"I wish mine were smaller," Grandma said, running her hands up my legs as she rose. "See how they sag these days?" 

I watched her pale weathered hands heft her breasts through the fabric, and I could see the pegs of her nipples through the satin, as well as the shadow of her bush below. What was going on here, I wondered? Is this some kind of weird Dr. McGillicuddy-fueled hallucination?

Grandma leaned forward again, exposing the tops of her breasts again while lifting my t-shirt up over my head.

"Oh look!" Grandma was saying as she reached over and played with the three hairs on the middle of my scrawny chest. "Look at that! I told you that stuff would put hair on your chest! Now let's get these off."

Grandma brushed off my feeble attempt at stopping her from taking off my shorts, but I rolled over when she tried to take my underwear down.

"Come on Dennis," Grandma said as she tickled my ribs in an effort to distract me. "Don't make me paddle this bottom of yours."

"My pajamas are in my room," I protested when she went for the elastic of my briefs.

"We'll get those later," Grandma said. "Let's get things these off you. Come on Dennis. What are you ashamed of?"

"I'm not ashamed," I said as my underwear came down despite everything.

"Let me see, baby," Grandma was saying after pulling my briefs down and off of my ankles.

"It's not very big," I complained when Grandma knelt on the bed next to me and pried my hand away from my privates.

"Nonsense," Grandma said as she exposed me. "Why, I remember when you had a little peanut down there, and now look at you. Your penis is very nice."

Grandma's wrinkled fingers lifted my equally wrinkled dick and started to gently pull on it while she looked at it with almost reverence.

"I know what it's like when boys get used to having sex and then it stops," she said while starting to pull on me harder. "Believe it or not, it's the same for girls. It's been so long since Grandpa passed. Do you know what I mean?"

"I guess."

"Does this feel good to you, honey?" Grandma said as she leaned on her elbow beside me. "I want to make you hard and see how big it gets. Will it help if I give you something to look at?"

With a shrug, the strap of the nightie slid off Grandma's shoulder, exposing her right breast. The pale white tit was enormous, bell-shaped and it hung almost down to the sheet.

The creamy whiteness was only broken by a faint network of blue veins and a light pink aureole that was as big around as a drink coaster. In the center, the thick peg seemed to be growing as I watched.

"Oh wow," I sighed. "I never knew your ti- I mean breasts were so big."

"You can call them tits if you want to Dennis. Here baby," Grandma said as she wiggled closer. "Suck on Grandma's tit for her."

I didn't have much of a choice, but that was fine by me as she lowered the fleshy globe onto my face. I suckled on it tenderly, running my tongue around the peg under my grandmother's direction.

"Harder baby," Grandma insisted. "Don't be shy. That's it. Look at you!"

I couldn't see because my face was covered with tit, but I could feel what was happening.

"Look at you! You aren't small. Not small at all! You're so big and hard that - oh!"

I tried to stop her when I felt my orgasm coming, but my mouth was full at the time. It felt good even though I could tell Grandma was disappointed, but she kept on jerking me off until I eventually stopped cumming.

"I'm sorry," I said after Grandma straightened up and I saw the wads of semen all over my chest and stomach, as well as her hand.

"It's not your fault, honey. It was mine. I should have been paying attention, but I was getting so excited," she explained, and then her expression changed when what had just happened hit her.

"I can't believe what I've done," she said, biting her lip. "What must you think of me? I've always been so fond of you, and I guess I must be getting a little senile or something to do that to you."

"I love you, Grandma," I said as I sat up and hugged her, and then I looked into her eyes, which had welled up a little. "And you aren't getting senile, not the way you still kick my butt at Scrabble. I love you - more than ever."

I brushed her grey hair back off her her face and kissed her, and the peck became something more until our tongues were dueling.

"I want to do stuff to you too Grandma."

"You don't have to, you know Dennis," she said.

"I want to. I want to so bad," I said and I coaxed the nightie all the way off.

Unwrapped completely, her breasts were even more impressive, and on such a skinny body their size was accentuated. They hung down to her stomach, hiding her slightly wrinkled tummy, and below that, her bush fanned out widely.

The hair on her head was grey, but her pubes were still brown, and although the hair was thin the triangle grew to the insides of her thighs.

"You're so hot," I said. "Way hotter than whats-her-name."

"Alyssa?" Grandma said, her smile returning to face. "You're so sweet."

We hugged, with Grandma's squishy tits feeling so good again my skin, and as I ground into her whispered in her ear that I really wanted to do something to her.

"Tell me Dennis," Grandma hissed, whispering in my ear before nibbling my earlobe. "Tell me out loud what you want to do to me."

"I - I want to - go down on you," I said.

"Really tell me - tell me like you're talking to your friends about a girl. I want to hear it," Grandma hissed.

"Your pussy," I said, and I felt my grandmother's fingers dig into my ass cheeks. "I want to lick your pussy."

"You want to eat my cunt?" Grandma practically growled as she sank her teeth into my collarbone. "Say it!"

"I want to eat your cunt," I repeated, and the vulgarity of it was starting to do to me what it was already doing to my grandmother. 

We ended up on the bed abruptly as Grandma pushed me onto my back, and with surprising agility was straddling my face almost immediately, with my cheeks surrounded by her pubes and her pussy at my lips.

Grandma's pubic hair wasn't as soft as Alyssa's had been, and the smell was ever stronger than the scent of Alyssa's pussy had been, but the scent was making me get a little crazy. I ran my tongue up and down the length of Grandma's pussy, marvelling at how fat the lips of her sex were as my nose slid through the fold along with my tongue.

Her pussy practically devoured my mouth as she lowered herself, and as I licked Grandma ground herself into my face, rocking and moaning while talking dirty.

"That's it Dennis. Suck that pussy," she implored me while riding my face, and then Grandma lifted herself off me briefly, but only to turn around and face the other way.

"Keep going Dennis," she instructed as she straddled my face again and leaned forward. "I'm going to suck your dick while you eat my pussy."

As I lapped, I felt my cock go into my grandmother's mouth, and within seconds I was hard. Her lips were going up and down fast, and it felt so good that I was afraid I was going to come when she stopped sucking and let out a cry.

My face got sprayed as Grandma's entire body shook, and although she had fallen down on my face and was almost smothering me I kept licking until she stopped cumming.

"Oh Dennis, that was so very good," she declared. "Grandma really needed that. Now let me suck you off the way a real woman does it."

"Can I watch you?" I asked, hoping to see her in action, and to my delight she climbed down to the end of the bed and spread my legs so she could kneel between them.

Grandma looked up at me as she bent over, those luscious hangers resting on my thighs, and lifted my boner off my stomach and slid her mouth all the way down to my pubes while playing with my balls.

"Did Alyssa ever do this?" Grandma asked as she stopped sucking my cock long enough to suck on my nuts, going back and forth popping them in her mouth while stroking my cock.

"Omigod," I groaned, and my grandmother gave me an impish grin before going back to my dick.

"Grandma," I groaned after fearing I was about to lose control. "Think - gonna cum."

This caused Grandma to suck me even harder, and she didn't even blink when I came, taking my load as she used her hand on my nuts in an attempt to wring every drop out of them.

Grandam didn't stop sucking until I was limp, and only then did she raise herself up off of it.

"Alyssa doesn't know what she was missing," my grandmother declared as she licked her lips and opened her mouth to show me my cum before smiling and swallowing it.

We hugged, and then Grandma cuddled up next to me as I rested on my side, spooning against me and sighing as I put my arm around her. She smelled so sweet that I found myself burying my nose in her neck and nibbling around.

"Nice," Grandma sighed after a few minutes of my kissing and nibbling her neck, and after a while I started to work my way down her slender shoulder, kissing and licking the pale white skin while my hand gently massaged her doughy tit.

"Don't you dare stop Dennis," Grandma said when I asked her if I was bothering her. "You sure know the way to Grandma's heart. I've got some extra sensitive parts and you're hitting a lot of them now. I love what you're doing." 

I loved doing it, so I kept going, and soon Grandma was gently writhing back into me so that my gradually recovering dick was pressed against her butt. Grandma swiveled a little bit around and reached back around my head, and at first I thought she was trying to hug me.

"I don't smell, do I honey?"

Grandma asked me that because the way she was twisted had her underarm next to my face, but she smelled as nice as always to me, and positioned like I was I sure would have known if she did.

"No Grandma," I assured as I looked at the creamy smooth hollow. "You smell as nice as always."




Grandma's Remedy



"You know what Grandma really likes done to her?" she said, looking a little embarrassed as she bit her lip before continuing. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"You know I'd do anything for you," I declared, so then she told me.

"Like this, you mean Grandma?"

"Omigod yes!" Grandma groaned as my tongue slid under her arm, taking a slow serpentine journey from just above her ribs up to the inside of her skinny bicep, finding out that her armpit was just as smooth as it looked. "Your Grandpa used to drive me wild doing that."

That much was obvious, because she was making as much noise as she had when she was coming. Her body was shivering and shaking each time my tongue went through her underarm, and her nipples were popped out like bullets, and felt just as hard.

"That's it baby! Suck my armpit. Bite it!"

What seemed weird to me at first was beginning to turn me on too. Not as much as it did her, but enough so that my dick was hard and pressing between Grandma's ass cheeks.

"Don't stop Dennis," Grandma implored me as she contorted a little bit more back into me, and without warning reached down between her legs, grabbed my boner and put it inside of her.

Inside of her! Not very far inside, because of the awkward position we were in, but I was no longer a virgin, and the head of my dick must have been in the right place because my grandmother was going nuts.

I wished I had a camera going to witness this incredible scene; my senior citizen grandmother making like a pretzel with her left leg raised and her right hand rubbing my dick into her clit while I was squeezing her doughy jugs and licking her left armpit. 

For some reason at that moment, I remembered when I was little the whole family would play the game Twister and Grandma was never much good at it. That was something you would never believe to see her now, and her feral noises and dirty talk was turning me on beyond words when suddenly she let out a blood curdling scream.

Thankfully, what I feared was a heart attack turned out to be my grandmother having an orgasm, the intensity of which I could not believe, and even after we disengaged Grandma was shuddering and curled up in a fetal position.

"You okay Grandma?" I asked as I rolled over in the soggy bed and put my arm around her.

She nodded yes vigorously as she fought to catch her breath, but in a minute she was fine again, and although still a little frazzled she was her usual self.

"I'm fine," she insisted. "Sorry about all that. You were a virgin. Not much of a first time experience for you I'm afraid."

"Are you kidding?" I said. "That was unreal. I'll never forget this." 

"You didn't cum though," Grandma said as she got up on all fours and straddled my crotch. "Let Grandma fix that."

Grandma grabbed my cock and slipped it into her pussy, which was dripping wet, and as I got enveloped by her sex and experienced the snug warmth around my entire cock, Grandma started to slowly rock. Her bell-shaped breasts swayed as they hung down, and my hands went up to knead the fleshy globes.

"You like Grandma's tits, don't you baby" Grandma cackled, leaning forward a little bit to help me. "Don't be shy about squeezing them. Grandma likes them played with rough. Pinch those nipples - that's it. Squeeze your Grandma's jugs."

"Oh, your cock is so deep inside of me," Grandma was saying. "So big and hard. Later, maybe you can put your cock between my tits and shoot your load all over them. Would you like that baby?"

"What's the matter Dennis?" Grandma asked when I nodded while biting my lower lip. "You're gonna cum, aren't you? Yes! Give it to me. Shoot your load into my cunt. That's it!"

My cock twitched inside of Grandma as it did what it was told, and then it was over. My spent dick slid out of Grandma's sloppy wet pussy, and soon we were cuddling again.

"Such a good boy you are," Grandma said before she dropped off. "So good to your Grandma."

We dropped off, and I slept like a baby until the sun started to rise. I looked over at Grandma, her silver hair all messed up as she rested on her back with her arms and legs akimbo and those massive tits rising and failing with her breathing.

I had to chuckle when I saw the purplish red hickey under her arm, which I must have done in the heat of the moment, but I remembered that she did ask for it. As I stared at those creamy white breasts, my dick started to get hard, and that made me recall what she had suggested I could do.

"Good morning," Grandma said when her eyes opened to find me straddling her with my dick between her tits. "Oh my. This is better than breakfast in bed. You gonna give your Grandma a pearl necklace?"

"Huh"

"You'll figure it out," she said with a laugh. "Let your Grandma help."

Grandma grabbed her jugs and their sides and squeezed them together while pulling them up, making my cock disappear in her now cavernous cleavage.

"That's it baby," Grandma cackled as she watched with amusement at me thrusting wildly. "Fuck Grandma's tits hard. Give me that pearl necklace."

I found out what that meant, but it took a while because I made it last, holding back until my dick was as red as my face, and while I couldn't see myself ejaculate I was able to watch the cum drool out and over her collarbone before trickling around her neck.

"What would you like for breakfast, Dennis?" Grandma asked while swiping her finger on her neck to gather some seed to put in her mouth. "Can't have this. It's all mine."

"Dr McGuillicuddy?" I said with a chuckle.

"No, that's for dessert tonight," Grandma said, giving me a playful swat on the bed as me climbed out of bed. "If you want to, that is."

"Can't wait."

"You know, you were cute as a boy, but you're even more adorable as a man," she told me as we headed for the kitchen, pinching my butt all the way the breakfast.

***

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Grandma's Rituals



On the king size bed in the privacy of their bedroom Alka was thrashing her body wildly while her husband was pounding his cock deep into cunt. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her cunt and knew that any moment he may spurt. As she lifted her legs and allowed his cock to penetrate deeper, giving a final trust her husband spent his sperm into her and being exhausted lay upon her crushing her on the bed. She liked it as it was on rare occasion that he fucked her, more so when he had planned to go on a tour. It was his way of telling her that he will out for few days. Alka looked forward for his tours as it was during this time he used her body.

Today it was different as her husband had asked her to take their son and visit her mother. She was worried thinking about her mother who came from a nomad family. She was worried about the stories her mother would tell her teenaged son. She was worried it may upset him. Apart from the stories the rituals her mother believed in were shocking to some extent.

Was it necessary to take her son along was the question running through her mind. It would have been okay if they had to stay for a day or two, but her husband was keen in her having a long holiday. He had hinted a month. How was she going to control his son so long in the small hamlet was what that was harping her.

On one hand she was eager to flee. She wanted to show off to the women of her hamlet her status, her gadgets and her dresses as at the time she was married her husband was not rich but the present situation had changed drastically and he was stinking rich. What she had to show the women folk made her hurry to reach there.

Vinit her 18 year old son too was eager to meet his Grand Ma whom he called Ma. She had a strong bond towards him as he was the only male in her clan. She always treated him like a king. All his wishes were granted and the best part was she treated him like a man and five years had lapsed since he had visited her.

So with her 18 year olf son she took off the next morning. Alka's husband had provided them with his car and had instructed the driver to drop them and return. He wanted to be assured they had reached the hamlet and would return only when the car was sent again. He wanted them out of his pants as he was expecting a delegation to visit his company and there were many friends in it whom he wanted to entertain at his mansion. He had planned every thing meticulously.

They reached the hamlet in the far off woods and as there was no motor able road leading to her Grandma's house they had to thread the last half a kilometer. It was while they were trekking some kids saw them and sprinted away to inform Grandma of their arrival. 

As they slowly threaded their way carrying bag and baggage's amidst the woods and reached home, grandma was waiting to receive carrying a few earthen pots in her hands. Vinit was surprised when he saw his Grandma and wondered whether she really was his Grandma. She looked just a few years older than his Mom.

Alka on reaching her mother's house took a deep breath as she knew she had to pass through lots of rituals to enter the house. Having removed her high heeled sandals she allowed a few maidens to anoint sandalwood paste on her feet. Then she had to dip her feet in the vermilion water and doing so lifted her sari up a little. As she stepped on the small bowls of liquid she saw her son looking at her. He was keenly watching the rituals.

After dipping her feet in the liquid as she stepped into the house all the women surrounded her and making her sit on a stool started anointing sandal wood paste on her face arms and legs. Her mother was the last person to do so and as she completed she looked upon Vinit and directed him to come forward.

Vinit hesitating a little moved forward and taking a little paste he applied it on his mothers face and hands and as he turned back, his grandma asked him to apply the same on her legs.

Vinit turned to see his mother smiling. She lifted her sari a little to allow him to apply the paste. Shying a little he moved forward and applying the paste on his mother's legs as fast as he could he turned which made all the women laugh at his predicament? Later he felt glad that he had touched her legs.

Thus the welcome ritual came to an end and as they settled down Grandma taking hold of Vinit said 'have you forgotten your Ma. Why did you take so long to come' and before he could answer taking hold of him and facing the people present said 'my king has come.' That was the regards and respect the clan showered on any male and Vinit being the only male in her family she showered all her love on him. She hugged her grandson.

There she goes thought Alka seeing her mother hug her son and wondered what's to follow. Next Alka was then taken to the bathroom where the maidens washed her face arms and legs. She felt thrilled to see them completing the rituals. 

Grandma's house contained a few spacious rooms but had only one bath room. As there were no phones or power lines in the small hamlet grandma used kerosene lamps for lighting.

When the rituals were over it started to get dark. A few of the women present started lighting kerosene lamps. The hue of the lights was pleasing and Vinit was excited. After having the meals Alka excused to go to her room. Seeing her depart 'why don't you take your son to your room' asked her mother.

'Ma, he can manage by himself' replied Alka shaking her head.

'Shall I fix him up in the other room' asked her Ma.

'Yes that would be fine' as Alka said it she thought why can't she understand that he is not a child any more.

Why cant she understand that he has grown up now thought her mother.

The first thing Vinit saw on entering his room was that there were no cots. In fact for a few stools there was no other furniture visible in the entire house. Left alone in the vast room and lying on the mattresses on the floor he felt excited. As he was dog dammed tired he slept under the illumination of the kerosene lamp.

Next morning after waking up as he went to the bathroom he was in for a shock as there was no shower, no taps and no sink. Expect for a toilet basin at one corner and a bucket the room was totally naked. Hanging his clothes on a make shift hangar made out of nails he sat down to take a bath. As he was having the bath he saw streaks of light penetrating the room. On closer scrutiny he found it to be coming from the holes made on the door by termites. This again thrilled him.

Having finished his bath as he stepped into the kitchen his grandma screamed at him for having entered wearing his sandals. Removing he joined his mother and sitting down on the mat he had cup of steaming coffee whose aroma lingered even after he finished it.

As he sat in the small cubicle of the kitchen he saw his grandma cooking on a stove using firewood. The smoke billowing out of the firewood had a pleasant aroma. As his eyes wandered he saw his grandma sweating from the heat of the fire. As he stared at her his mother said 'this is the life of the village.'

'But how does she manage' he said looking at his grandma.

'You should have seen how we lived earlier' replied his grandma.

'Why what was there at that time' he asked.

'At that time there was no proper roof on our heads, no walls and no stoves. We used to live in forests whether it rained or shined in small tents.

'It is difficult for me to visualize' he said.

'Yes it is difficult for you as you have not seen it, but it was good as we never stayed at one place. We used to shift our camps every now and then depending upon the season' said she.

'I wish I get an opportunity to camp in the open' he said.

'If you are interested I can arrange it provided you are ready to use the fields instead of a bathroom' she said smiling to herself.

'There is not much difference in your present bathroom' he said thinking of the holes in the door.

'At least this house has one while others' she shook her head.

After finishing breakfast his mother got up and changing into a new sari came out looking dazzling. Vinit at that moment did not know that she was going out to impress her cousins.

After his mother left Vinit was alone with his grandma 'how do you manage to live in this house' he said.

'As I told you it is a luxury considering what I have been through. Come let's go to the fields' saying this she dragged him out of the house without bothering to lock it up.

After trekking for a few minutes they reached a vast field and pointing it out 'this is what I have toiled for my whole life and it is all yours' she said as she sat down under a tree.

Vinit was numb hearing this and did not know how to reply back. 'Ma, tell me about those days' he said.

'It is a long story but to cut it short it was good till it lasted' she replied wiping the sweat with the top of her sari. Our clan was a small one and had its own culture which was weird.

'Why do you call it weird' asked Vinit.

'There were no religions, no rules and no marriages' she said.

'No marriages what do you mean' he said.

'Yes no marriages. At first the men earn their women and later sell them or use them to gamble' she said.

'But how' asked Vinit.

'Sometimes by gambling and sometimes by force' she said.

'You women didn't have any say' he asked.

'No we were just silent spectator's' she replied.

'How did Grandpa earn you?'

'He was a very shrewd gambler' she replied.

'By gambling?'

'Yes by gambling and those rituals were weird if you consider them now. As I came of age there were four persons who wanted to possess me and he outwitted each one of them.

'And you accepted him as your husband.'

'I was proud of him but it did not last long' she replied.

'Why what happened' he asked.

'He wanted to win another vixen but as he could not cheat the nature, he drowned.' She said.

'Then what happened' he asked.

'I ran away'

'Why?'

'I ran because there is no life after her man dies. She is treated like a slave and moreover I was carrying your mother' she said.

'What happened to your clan' he asked.

'They broke away, a few came here and the others got scattered. What I have told you I have not even told your mother' she said as she spread her legs stretching them.

'Why me' he asked.

'Because you are a man our man' she said and as she folded her legs back her skirt moved exposing some of her thighs.

'Why do you still follow those rituals' he asked?

'How can I forget them, I was born in such a clan' 

'Don't you have any regrets now' he asked.

'Not when I have you, you are my king' saying it she bowed.

It was then he realized that in her clan man was the king. 'The facts are astonishing' he said.

'More than astonishing they were exciting' she said and hoped he could understand her statement.

'What was so exciting' he asked.

'If you would hear the details they will be exciting' she said.

'Why don't you tell me' he asked.

'I could but I am worried as to what your mother would say' she said.

'Why, what would she say' he asked.

'She may feel that I have spoilt you. Moreover it is not the right time and I need to be free' she replied.

'What about tomorrow' he asked.

'Let's see how the situation would be' she said getting up.

Vinit still sitting under the shade of the tree looked at his grandma. It was hard to believe that she was his mother's mother. Joining her 'can I ask you something' he said.

'Yes what is it' she said.

'You don't look like a grandma' he said.

'What makes you say that' she said being pleased with the question.

'You look young' he said.

Is it not good that I look young? She said 'That is because I toil in these fields from morning to evening.

'Even today you look great' he said.

'You should have seen me twenty years ago' she said and wished she could tell him about those days. 

'How I wish I was born then' he said.

'Yes every man hopes for the same, come lets go' she said.

Vinit tamely followed her and when they reached home he saw his mother busy distributing gifts to her cousins and friends. As he watched keenly he observed a woman who drew his attention. In every way she resembled his grandma. Making a point to enquire about her he went to his room.

After sometime his mother joining him in the room asked 'where did Ma take you.' 

'She showed me her fields' he replied.

'What did she have to say' she asked.

'Nothing she said she had to toil hard to maintain it' he replied.

'Yes she has toiled her whole life to maintain it' she said.

'I feel sorry for her, she lives all alone' he said.

'Yes that's something which worries me too' she replied.

'Why don't we stay with her' he asked.

'What about your dad' she replied.

'Yes, why don't I stay with her' he asked.

'Can you, can you stay in this small hamlet' she asked.

'Yes if you keep visiting us' he said.

'That would depend upon a lot of factors' saying this she got up.

As she got up from the floor Vinit saw a glimpse of her naked legs right up to her knees and when she moved he felt there is not much difference between her and Ma. They almost had the same physique. While his mother was a little plum his Ma was fit and today he had seen both their bare legs.

After a nap as he went in he saw his grandma alone. Sitting besides 'who was the woman Mom was talking to' he said.

'The one with a yellow dress' asked his grandma.

'Yes'

'She is your mother's best friend. Why do you ask' she said.

'She resembles you a lot' he replied.

'You have a keen pair of eyes. She is from my clan' she said. 'Why did she leave the clan' he asked.

'Her life was more miserable than mine' she said.

'I wish you could tell me' he said.

'When I can't tell you what happened to me how I can tell you about her' she said.

'I will wait' saying this he resigned.

What am I going to do with this man; he is getting eager thought his grandma.

Changing the subject he asked 'how do you spend your spare time.'

'I play' saying this she got up and removing some beads from a box she showed him.

Vinit was surprised when he had them in his hands as they were not beads but colorful stones and they were sparkling.

'How do you play this game' he asked.

'It is a lengthy procedure' she replied.

'Is this the game in which grandpa won' he asked.

'Yes they were his stones' saying this she was thoughtful.

'Can we play this game sometime' he asked.

'What do you have to bet on' as soon as she uttered those words she felt she should not have.

Seeing her thoughtful Vinit felt he was on the right track. 'What did they bet with' he asked.

'Especially women' she said and quickly changing the subject 'anything which they fancied.' The game had many levels.

Vinit knew she was hiding something and not to force her he kept quiet and was glad when his mother stepped in. Soon it got dark and Vinit feeling tired got up to go to his room.

'Why are you leaving so soon' asked his grandma.

'My feet are aching' he replied.

'Why don't you ask your mother to press them' said she looking at Alka.

'Ma, he can manage' replied Alka suddenly.

'What kind of a woman are you. Don't you see he is in pain? We used to do it almost everyday' she said.

'Ma those days were different' Alka tried to pacify her.

'No if you are not doing it, let me' saying this as she got up. 

'Okay, okay I will take care of him' saying this reluctantly she went into his room.

Vinit was surprised when his mother came. As she sat down and started pressing his feet 'don't expect me to do this everyday' she said.

'Why' he asked.

'As if you would press my feet if they were aching' she said.

'Have you ever asked me' he said.

'No'

'Then how can you say I will not' he replied.

His answer jolted her. 'will you really press them' she asked.

'Of course I will help my Mom to relieve her pain' he replied.

'How sweet of you and now you better sleep as I am also tired' she said continuing pressing his feet.

'I am feeling better, you may go and rest' he said.

But as Alka was pressing his feet it felt nice to grip them. Caressing them softly she moved her hand on his heels and as she felt it tickle him 'are you okay' she asked.

'Yes Mom, it is' he replied softly.

Continuing massaging his feet something flashed in her mind. It was something her best friend had said that she recalled it. She had spoken of those days when she was in the forest. She had said she had enjoyed pressing the feet of her man. It was okay as it was her man but then this was her son. Why I am feeling excited she thought. Shaking her head she held the other foot in her hand.

Vinit felt good as his mother continued massaging his feet. Without uttering a word he enjoyed it till sleep took over.

Seeing him sleeping Alka silently left the room light hearted.

Next morning when his mother left to meet her friends, seeing his grandma alone he went and sat near her.

'How's your feet' asked his grandma.

'It is better after mother pressed them' he replied.

'Your mother was reluctant to go and I forced her. That woman does not understand her duties' she said.

'May be she presses Dad's feet' he said.

'It is not the question of a father or son. It's the man that counts' she stressed the point.

'You mean whoever it is' as he asked the question a thrill went up his spine.

'Yes and moreover she cannot say no to you' she replied.

Hearing her words it excited him. 'Next time I will see that she does not hesitate' she said.

'What if her feet aches' he asked?

'How can a woman ask a man? Well it would be different if he does it on his own' she said.

'But I will be more than happy to oblige her' said Vinit

There was mixed emotions on her face. 'But I wont force you to do it' she replied.

Meanwhile Alka was showing off her things to her friends and cousins. All were impressed at the clothes she displayed and as she tried her high heels she slipped and sprained her ankle. Suddenly her son's face flashed through her mind which made her blush and the next moment she forgot it.

As evening descended and they had their supper that his grandma opening up the subject asked 'how are your feet?'

'Much better' replied Vinit.

'So you don't want me to press your feet' asked his mother.

'No thanks Mom' he said though he wanted her to press them.

'Don't tell me I did not ask you' replied Alka.

'If his feet are not aching it does not mean you don't put him to bed' injected her mother.

'Ma, I asked him no' she said.

'Yes you did but at least see if his bed is made' said her mother.

'At our place it is done by our ayah' said Alka.

'Here you don't have an ayah and in the morning see that there is sufficient water for him to bathe' saying this she went to her room.

'She is a funny woman, now don't laugh come on' she said as Vinit was smiling.

Once inside the four walls of the room Alka was a changed person. Dusting his bed and setting it right she looked at him and said 'the bed is ready your highness.'

'Oh! Come on Mom' saying it Vinit went down on the bed.

Alka sat beside him looking at his son. Seeing him spread on the bed she felt a vague sensation. Bending down she held his leg in her hand and started to knead it and as she tried to creep her hand up his leg his pants came in the way. Holding the bottom of his pant 'are you going to sleep with pants on' she asked.

'No I will remove them later' replied Vinit.

'When in the morning' she asked.

'No after you leave' he replied.

'Why don't you remove them now' she asked.

'I feel ashamed to remove them in front of you' he replied gently.

'Why should you be ashamed to remove your pants in front of your mother' she said.

'I have not done it before' he replied.




Grandma's Rituals



'What if blow the lamp will you' she asked putting if off.

'Yes' letting it out mildly Vinit undid his pants and as he unable to remove them out from the position he was sleeping seeing this Alka took hold of his pants and pulled them out.

Alka was pleased to have removed his pants and as the room was quite dark she did not see much of his legs and thighs but could make out his light colored shorts. Having him lying, she took hold of his foot and started kneading his toes. Vinit was thrilled to have felt her soft hands on his toes and as his mother gradually moved up and started to massage his leg he felt himself growing there. He squirmed and wriggled trying to hide it but in vain.

Alka seeing him squirm continued massaging his leg and when he turned sideways patting him at the back of his thighs 'is it enough' she asked tenderly.

'Yes Goodnight Mom' said Vinit.

'And tomorrow I will see you get hot water to bathe' saying this she went out of the room.

Vinit had a good sleep as he dreamt of his mother. Next morning as he went to have his bath he was happy to see his mother had arranged hot water. Taking his bath leisurely as he came out he was pleased to see his mother standing at the door. 

'Shall I dry your hair' she asked holding a towel in her hand.

'Yes if you don't mind' he replied shyly.

'Of course not. Why don't we go to your room' she said.

On entering the room Alka stood in front of him and taking hold of his head in both her hands she started wiping his wet hair. Vinit stood motionless enjoying her closeness. Alka continued brushing his hair and as she finished it placing her hands on his arms and feeling his bulging muscles said 'I did not realize you have grown so strong.'

'It is the result of the gym' he said.

'Oh! Yes I forgot that you used to attend it' saying this she felt his biceps and said 'it has worked wonders, can I see them.'

'Yes' saying this he happily removed his shirt.

Alka was surprised when Vinit removed his shirt as he was not wearing a vest. Seeing his well toned body she was thrilled. Feeling his biceps, his arms his shoulders and the muscles of his chest she felt excited. Moving her fingers over his chest in circles said 'you have a very nice toned body.'

'You like it' he suddenly asked her and as he felt he should not have asked such a direct question and said 'did Ma asked you to dry my hair.'

'No, can I not dry my son's hair without her asking me to' she replied pinching his arm.

'Yes you can' he said.

'Do you want me to press your feet during nights' she asked.

'Yes I would like that provided you don't feel bad' he said.

'Why should I feel bad to press my son's feet. On the other hand I love doing it' she said.

'Do you want me to do it for you' he asked shyly.

'Yes if need arises' she said.

'I would be glad to oblige' he said.

'How sweet of you' saying this she planted a kiss on his forehead and brushing his hair said 'come and have your breakfast.'

Vinit was pleased to have had this chat with his mother. He obediently followed her to the kitchen and his grandma seeing both enter together welcomed them with a smile. 

'So what have you decided to do today' asked Alka's mother.

'I am going to meet my friends, why' she asked.

'I have thought of going to the woods with Vinit, want to come' she asked.

'No you take him' replied Alka which made her mother happy as he did not object.

Soon Vinit and his grandma having trudged some distance reached the deep woods. The place was lush green, cool and serene. Both Vinit and his grandma were pleased as it was lonely. 

'This is so cool and so beautiful' said Vinit looking at the lush greenery.

'Yes it was this atmosphere which kept us going' she said thinking of those days.

'Was it very romantic' he asked.

'Yes this and the flowing rivers, they were so wonderful' she said as she sat down under the tree.

'Yes I can very well visualize it, you were lucky' saying it he sat down next to his grandma.

His words made her look at him and smiling at him she said 'what makes you say it.'

'This place is so lovely one would feel thrilled to live here' he said trying to influence her with words.

'Yes, I see that you have the same feelings' she said.

'Why don't you tell me about those days' he asked moving closer?

'Yes, what do you want to hear' she asked.

'You were telling me about gambling' he said.

'Yes the men used to gamble a lot using women as stakes' she said.

'Did the women not object to it' he asked.

'No it was the only opportunity for them to enjoy' she replied.

'What do you mean by that' he asked.

'As I told you the game had many levels and every level the odds were different' she said and visualizing them continued 'at first level the men used to pick the women, the second level she was asked to stand near him, the third level she was supposed to sit on his lap and knead his arms and shoulders and like that it continued.

'What was there for the women to enjoy' he asked.

'They enjoyed doing it. They enjoyed being close to other man, whom they had a crush or liked him' she replied.

'So it was good till it lasted' he asked.

'Yes it was good and I see that you are curious to learn' she said.

'Who would not like to learn such things' he said.

'Yes and that is the reason why I am at back of your mother' she said.

'Meaning' he asked.

'I want her to teach you' she said and looked for his reaction.

'I fail to understand' he said as he was really puzzled.

'Don't you like her to press your feet, press your legs' she asked.

'Yes it relieves the pain' he replied.

'Yes it relieves the pain and then what happens' she asked.

'Nothing' he said shyly.

'Come on don't say nothing happens' she said smiling at him.

'It is difficult to tell you what happens' he said seeing her waiting for his response.

'Yes it is difficult to express such feelings' she said.

'What happened in the later stages of the game' he asked changing the subject.

'It is too early to tell you' she said.

'Why' he asked.

'The time is not ripe and moreover you have to learn a lot' she said.

'Why don't you teach me' he asked suddenly.

'You want to learn from me, why not from your mother? Do you think I can teach you?' saying this she moved closer.

'Yes you can teach me' he said getting excited by her move.

'You are very stubborn, what do you want to learn' she put the words in his ears.

'Tell me everything' he said feeling her cozying up.

'You don't know anything' she asked nibbling his ear.

'I know a little but then I don't know how to proceed' he said.

'Yes at first it is difficult. You have to proceed slowly' she said.

'How will I know that I am on the correct path' he asked leaning towards her.

'That you will learn only by experience' she said seeing him lean forward.

'But how can I gain experience when I don't know anyone' he said.

'Look around and you will find many' she said putting an arm around him.

'But I only see you' he said looking into her eyes.

'Oh! I had not expected it' she said shocked at his reply.

'Yes I want to learn it from you' saying this he hugged her.

As Vinit hugged her she felt a strong current pass through her. This was totally unexpected. She had thought those sensations were dead but now seeing them kindle her body she was perplexed. Her intentions were totally different. She wanted him to know his mother well but he would get attached to her she had not dreamt of it and did not know how to come out of it. As she was wondering she felt him hug her tightly and this further fueled her emotions.

And as she was pondering about it she heard him ask 'what happened in the next level of the game.'

This question upped her ante and smiling at him 'that what you are doing' she replied. 

'Meaning.'

'The woman was supposed to hug the man' she said.

'In front of the other man' he asked.

'Yes in front of her man and this was what they craved to do' she replied.

'So they liked it' he said.

'Yes they looked forward for such sessions' she replied.

'What was your reaction during such time' he asked.

'I did not get an opportunity as my man never lost' she replied.

'What if he had lost' he asked her.

'I don't know how I would have reacted. I think I would have enjoyed it' this feels good she thought.

'What happened in the next level' he asked.

'Next level' saying this she recalled the scenes and getting excited she said 'the man used to kiss the woman.'

Feeling excited by her words he asked 'kiss on the cheeks or on the lips.'

'Why what is your interest in it' she asked seeing him excited.

'It is just to gain knowledge' he said cozying up.

'Don't you think you have learnt enough for the day' she asked.

'I want to learn more' he replied.

'I think it is enough for the day we will talk tomorrow' saying this she got up and seeing he was reluctant to get up bending down and kissing him on the cheeks said 'now get up don't loose heart.'

The kiss made Vinit light hearted and feeling jubilant he got up and followed his grandma back home.

Back home Vinit was a changed person. He was keen in observing both the women. He did not let go an opportunity to watch them when they sat down or got up. It was at such instances he had a fleeting glance of their exposed legs. He was thrilled when his eyes met their bare legs.

Soon it was time to go to bed and when he got up to go he saw from the corner of his eye his grandma nudging his mother to follow him. He felt elevated when he saw his Mom get up.

Before his mother could reach the room he got into the bed and when his mother stepped in he looked at her as if he was surprised.

Seeing him she said 'it has become compulsory to press your legs daily till we are here.'

'I don't want you to press them if you don't want to' he replied.

'No I am getting used to them and moreover it feels good to do it. Do I have to tell you to remove your pants daily' she said sitting down beside him.

'No but why don't you put off the lamp' he said.

'Is it necessary to put it off' she said blowing the lamp.

'Yes otherwise I feel ashamed' he said pushing his pants down.

'What's there to feel ashamed' she said as she pulled his pants out.

'How can I lie in front of you with only my shorts' he said?

'You will get used to it gradually' and removing his pants said 'why don't you sit up so that I can be close to you.'

This was music to his ears. Allowing some room for her he sat on the bed resting his back to the wall.

Alka sitting beside him and taking hold of his leg said 'now fold your legs so that it will be easy for me 'she said.

When Vinit drew his legs up placing one hand on his knee with the other caressing his leg softly she asked 'are your feet really aching.'

'No Mom they are better now' he said.

'But still you want me to press them, why' she asked softly.

'It feels good when you do it' he replied.

'Yes it feels good, even I like to press them' she said kneading his leg.

'So you don't mind doing it daily' he asked.

'Not at all and I am glad that you like it' she said caressing his leg.

'Do you want me to do the same to you' he asked.

'Yes but not right now' she replied.

'Why' he asked.

'First I would like to know you better, are you comfortable' she asked gripping his knee.

'Yes I am comfortable' saying this he spread his legs a little.

'Yes why don't you spread your legs, get comfortable' saying this she drew his legs towards her.

Vinit was happy to oblige her and as he spread his legs and they came in contact with his mothers knees he retracted his leg.

'No its okay turn a little so that it would be convenient for me' she said and when he turned taking hold of his leg she placed it on hers.

'Yes now it is fine' saying this she started to press his leg enjoying the feel of its warmth and when he started breathing heavily 'are you okay' she asked softly.

'Yes but being so close to you I am feeling a little tensed up' he replied.

'No its okay, relax. Let me press them properly' saying it she pressed his legs from his ankles to his knees and seeing him relaxed said 'I think you feel better now.'

'Yes Mom it feels good' he replied.

'You have a nice pair of legs' saying it she started caressing them and when he let out a soft moan 'are you okay, do you want me to stop' she asked mildly.

'No Mom I am fine' he said.

'Yes as I said you have a nice pair of legs and your thighs also feel good to touch' saying it she allowed her fingers to glide over them.

Vinit was aroused when he felt his mother's fingers glide over his thighs. Taking a deep breath he said 'it is due to the gym classes I attend.'

'Yes you have maintained them very well, but me look how I have pumped up' she said.

'No Mom they look good' he replied.

'As if you have seen them' she shot back.

'No I have not seen them but I know they look good' he replied.

'How can you be so sure' she asked getting excited.

'They look pretty as you are not so fat' he replied.

'Is it? I am thrilled to know it. I had thought I was gloated' she said caressing his thigh.

'No they are just the right type' he replied.

'So you know what is right and what is not' she asked getting bolder.

'Yes I know a little about them' he replied.

'Do you mind if I sit next to you' she asked.

'No never' he said moving a little.

Sitting by his side and drawing her legs in line with his she said 'look they seem to be fatter in comparison to yours.

'It is because you are wearing those clothes' he said.

'No even without them don't you think they are fat' she asked as she drew her sari up a little and exposed her leg.

'They are just fine' said Vinit unable to withdraw his eyes from her exposed legs.

'You are telling it because you can't see them properly. Do you want me to lit the lamp' she asked.

'Don't the moonlight is just enough' he shot back thinking about his aroused pecker.

'Well if you don't want then it is fine, but still I find them fat when compared to yours' she said as she held his thigh.

'May be a little but it looks good' he replied unable to say another word.

'If you think so, then I am happy' she said caressing his thigh again.

'Yes I am positive as they are perfect' saying this he placed his hand on her thigh.

'Oh! Thanks. Can you remove your shirt so that I can feel your muscles' she asked?

'I will be more than happy to oblige' saying this he removed his shirt.

'You look strong' she said as he removed his shirt and feeling his taut chest muscles 'Oh it feels great to touch them.'

'And it feels nice when you touch it' he replied getting bolder.

'You want me to continue doing it' she asked running her fingers lightly on his chest.

'Yes I want you to' saying this he slid his hand on her thighs.

'I wish I had come to know you better' she said feeling his chest with deft fingers.

'Even now it is not so late' he replied getting enthusiastic.

'Yes even now it is not late and how I wish I had done it earlier' saying it she started caressing his chest. Seeing him squirm 'want me to stop' she asked.

'No please don't' he said softly.

'Are you comfortable?' she asked.

'Why are you asking again and again' he said.

'Because I am not feeling comfortable' she said.

'Why are you not comfortable' he asked gripping her thigh.

'Because I am not used to lie down with my sari on' she replied.

'Then why don't you remove it' he said softly.

'I was wondering whether you would feel bad' she said.

'Not at all and if it is uncomfortable why don't you remove it' he insisted.

'Then help me with this' saying this she handed him the top of her sari and pulling out the tucked part of her sari and setting it aside said 'now it feels better.'    'And as I said you look leaner without it' he complimented her.

'Thanks but don't ask for more' she said giving him a hug.

'No I won't, if you are comfortable' he said.

'Comfortable with what' she asked.

'Comfortable wearing this' he said holding the edge of her blouse.

'Why, do you want me to remove it' she asked.

'Only if it would make you feel comfortable' saying this he waited for her reaction.

'How sweet of you to think about me' saying this she removed her blouse.

As soon as she removed her blouse Vinit looking at her bra clad body was excited and his eyes were glued on it.

Seeing him staring at her exposed body 'now you are making me feel ashamed' she said.

'Why, you don't want me to look at you' he asked.

'Not that, but it is the first time I have undressed before you' she replied.

'Yes it is only today I am seeing you like this but as you said you will get used to it' he said.

'No Vinit I am feeling bad having removed my sari and blouse' she said.

'Come then let me cover you' saying this he pulled the sheet over them.

'Yes now I feel better' saying this she stretched by his side and hugged him.

'That makes me feel good' he said being hugged.

'Embrace me if you want' saying it she nuzzled closer to him.

Vinit was thrilled when she uttered those words, grasping his mother in both his hands he hugged her and when he felt her breasts against his chest he was delighted.

Accommodating her body fully against his she said 'can I sleep with you for sometime.'

'Yes Mom you can' he said grasping her more tightly without bothering about his stiff pecker poking at her waist.

Alka felt his pecker poke at her waist and accommodating it in the warmth of her waist she was thrilled and wanting to feel its hardness she said 'am I not troubling you.'

'No Mom it feels good to have you by my side' saying this he pulled her closer and feeling her robust body against his, his pecker started to throb and Alka getting thrilled by the sensation of having it wedge on her waist started gyrating her waist and within no time she felt her under garments soak.

Vinit feeling her rub herself over him was too excited. Unable to control himself and without bothering he shot his cum. Alka was thrilled when she felt him shoot his cum hugging him tightly she lay upon him.

Next morning when Vinit was awake he did not find his mother and when he went to the bath room he saw it was bolted. Curiosity made him peep through the holes and what he saw made him excited. He saw his mother standing with only her petticoat and blouse toweling her wet hair. On closer scrutiny he found her wet petticoat glued to her body showing its contours and as he kept staring at her he heard his grandma say softly 'want to get inside.'

'No Ma' replied Vinit shyly.

'Why, are you not interested' she asked.

'It is not that' he replied.

'Then shall I ask her to give you a bath' she asked.

'No please don't' he said mildly.

'How long did your mother press your legs yesterday' she asked.

'For five minutes, why' he asked.

'I know she was there for more than an hour' she replied.

'She might have stayed back when I was asleep' he said.

'I don't understand how one would fall asleep when she was there' uttering those words and with a smile on her face she went into the kitchen.

Vinit knew he was caught in the lie and as he shook his head he saw his mother come out of the bathroom. She was wearing only her petticoat and blouse but had held the folded sari to her chest. She was looking dazzling. Seeing him standing in the way she hurriedly went to her room covering herself.

Vinit stepped in the rest room and took a leisure bath and as the scenes of the night flashed through his mind he felt his pecker grow. Fondling it and soaping it he completed his bath.

As he sat in the kitchen and had his breakfast he saw his grandma keenly observing him and this made it difficult for him to eye his mother. It was when his mother finished her breakfast and left the room that his eyes followed her. As he looked at her he heard his grandma say 'isn't she lovely.'




Grandma's Rituals



'Ma you are teasing me' he said.

'Yes I am, why don't you tell me what happened' she said.

'Why you are so keen to know what happened' he asked.

'The same way as you are interested. . . ' she did not complete the sentence but Vinit knew what she meant.

'Okay what do you want to know' he said.

'Not here come let's go to the woods' she said getting up.

Getting excited to learn more Vinit quickly followed her. This time crossing a jungle they came to a secluded spot where she bowed before a huge boulder and chanting a few rhymes she took hold of his hand and guided him behind it.

Sitting down with her back resting against the boulder on the soft sand she made him sit beside him and said 'this is the most beautiful spot' and when Vinit saw what she meant was mystified to see the crystal blue river flowing a few hundred meters away from them. The scene was spell bound.

'It is beautiful and very romantic' he said moving closer to his grandma.

'Yes it is very romantic and you have to thank me for bringing you here' she said.

'Yes and it is so beautiful that I wish one day we would camp here' he said.

'Yes that's what I have planned for and it depends on your Mom' she said.

'Why she would be glad to come' he said.

'No you don't understand what coming here means and I can't tell you now either' she said.

'But you can tell what happened in the game isn't it' he said stretching his legs along side hers.

'Why are you so impatient to know' she asked seeing his enthusiastic face.

'Just like that' he said moving closer.

'Okay but first tell me what happened yesterday' she said putting her hand across his back.

'Nothing Ma, she just pressed my legs for sometime' he said.

'Don't tell she pressed your legs for one hour' she said.

'No as she was feeling tired she wanted to rest for sometime' he said.

'How nice did she lie down beside you' she asked hugging him closer.

'Yes she lay besides me' he replied.

'How was she dressed' she asked.

'As it was hot she had to remove her sari' he said.

'Only her sari' she asked.

'Yes only her sari, why' he asked.

'I am curious that's all but how where you dressed' she asked.

'I had to remove my pants as they came in the way' he said.

'And'

'And I removed my shirt' he replied.

'Why did you remove your shirt' she asked.

'As I told you it was hot' he said.

'Come on don't tell me why she made you remove your shirt' she said.

'Why would she want to remove my shirt' he asked.

'Did she not caress your chest' she said.

'Yes but was because she liked my muscles' he said.

'Yes muscles are ones which attracts them, show me' she said.

'Meaning' he asked.

'You don't understand. A woman likes to fondle them' she said unbuttoning his shirt.

'You mean she was interested in doing it' he asked.

'Obviously she was interested in fondling them and you are quite well built there' she said placing her hand on his naked chest.

'So this is what attracts them' he asked getting excited by her caresses.

'Yes a sturdy young man is what every woman craves for and your mother is no different' she said caressing his chest.

'Even we feel it good when someone caresses it' he said.

'Obviously you men love it and that was what happened in the game. The woman was supposed to sit on his lap, caress his upper body and kiss it. Did she kiss you' she asked. 

'No she did not kiss me' he said waiting for her next move.

'Then you should have kissed her' she said as she caressed his chest.

'How could I?' he replied.

'When she was sleeping beside you, you could have kissed her' saying this she held his face and kissed him on the cheeks.

'Yes I should have kissed her' he replied getting excited by her kiss.

'Yes you should have' saying it she kissed him again on his cheeks.

'What if she had objected' he asked getting thrilled.

'Sleeping next to you without her sari on, she would never have objected' she said as she undid the final button of his shirt.

'Yes I can understand it now' he said.

'By the way how did you feel when she removed her sari' she asked as she pulled out his shirt.

'I was tense and breathing heavily' he replied taking a deep breath.

'As you are doing now' she asked seeing him take a deep breath.

'Yes something like this happened to me' he replied.

'Then she might have had the same feelings' she said as she started to caress his naked chest.

'Yes it was then that she hugged me' he said.

'Yes that was a sign which you should have taken advantage of' she said as she brought her face down on his chest.

'What should I have done' he asked getting aroused at her manipulation.

'You should have taken her in your arms and. . . . ' saying this she brushed her lips on his nipples.

'And what' he asked.

'Kissed her' she said kissing him on his nipples.

'You mean there' saying this he held her tightly.

'Yes you could have kissed her any where you wanted to' she replied staring at him.

'Even on her lips' saying he pecked he brushed his lips on hers.

'Yes even on her lips, kiss me' she said taking him in her arms.

Vinit was thrilled by her words. Holding her face in both his hands he kissed her lips.

'Yes that's what you should have done. Now why don't you remove your shirt' she said.

'Yesssss' stammering a little he pulled out his shirt.

'Oh! My you have very strong muscles' she said caressing them with her hand 'and it is obvious she loves them.'

'You like them too' asked Vinit.

'Yes they are very well formed, just like the men from my clan' she said.

'Then why don't you sit here' asked Vinit tapping the empty space between her legs..

'Do you want me to' saying this she got up and sat between his legs.

Vinit was excited when she sat down between his legs and as he did not know what to say 'are you comfortable' he asked.

Stretching her legs 'yes I am' she said.

'Is this the way the women used to sit' he asked.

'No they used to face the men' she said leaning her back on his naked chest.

It is good you are facing the other way he thought and as his grandma leaned on his chest feeling the warmth of her body he started to knead her shoulders and as he continued he felt her pressing her back on his chest and when the cords of her blouse tickled him he shook her.

'Why what happened' asked his grandma.

'The cords of your blouse they are tickling me' he said.

'Yes I don't wear a sari and a blouse as your mother does. It is the cords that hold my blouse and skirt' she said.

'Yes but those cords are tickling me' he said grasping her shoulders.

'Don't you want me to lean on you' she asked.

'No, is there not any other option' he asked caressing her shoulder blades.

'Tell me if you know' she said smiling.

'I think there is one' he said leaning on her and kissing her shoulders.

'And that is' she asked as her body shook with pleasure when he kissed her.

'Undo the cords of the blouse' saying this he kissed her naked shoulders.

'Is it necessary, I am not wearing anything underneath as your mother does' she said?

'So what if you are not wearing anything underneath it' saying this he continued kissing her naked back.

'And you know what they would expose' she asked.

'Yes I know what would be exposed and it was what the man craved to look at isn't it' he said.

'Of whom are you talking of' she asked getting excited.

'The man who had the woman on his lap' he said undoing her blouse.

'But then he had won her and you' she asked.

'With me it is different. With me if you have a woman on your lap you are bound to see them' saying this he continued undoing the cords.

'Then why did you chicken out when you had your mother by your side' she asked.

'She was not sitting on my lap' he said.

'If she had would you have done it' she asked.

'Yes I would have done it' saying this he undid the cords and pulled her to him.

How nice to hear it. 'Is my back not tickling you now' she asked getting excited.

'No but on the other hand it is very stimulating. It feels good to have your naked back resting on my naked chest' he replied sliding his hand in front of her blouse and feeling the swell of her bosom.

'Now you are acting like a man' she said squirming with pleasure.

'Yes and this is what a real man wants to fondle' saying it he cupped her breasts over her blouse.

'Yes it is' saying it she turned to face him.

Vinit was surprised when his saw his grandma's face. It was flushing red; her eyes were wide open and her lips pouting. Taking hold of her face in both his hands he kissed her on her lips and slipping a hand inside her blouse cupped her naked breast.

His grandma rolled over and kissing him said 'you have re-kindled my senses.'

Those words recharged him grasping her he pulled her blouse out denuding her breasts.

'Oh! Vinit' screamed his grandma feeling her jutting breasts being bared.

'They are beautiful' said he as his eyes devoured her fleshy breasts with the dark nipples protruding out. Staring at them he placed his hand upon her breasts and caressed them softly.

'Oh!' said his grandma.

'You have a beautiful body' said he looking at her naked waist and as he slipped his hand down on her warm navel, she moaned again. This invigorated Vinit and pushing his grandma on the sand he lay upon her kissing her hard on her lips.

His grandma who was also on the verge of coming hugged him to her body and when she felt his lips on hers she kissed him vigorously. This further heightened his pleasure. Grasping his grandma in both his hands he started to pound his pecker on her waist and when she placed her hands on his buttocks and motivated him he shot his load in his pants.

Panting he lay upon his grandma. He was worried as he had done all this in a flash and felt bad. Getting up 'I don't know what took over me' he said.

'I can understand' she said.

'But I feel bad' he said.

'I can understand it was your first time. Come let's go home' she said tying her blouse.

Vinit followed her and when they were near her place 'you need not tell this to you Mom' she said.

'No I won't, but I don't know what happened to me' he said as if asking for her apology.

'Shhh you need not get so nervous for what happened there' she said.

'You don't understand I feel bad' he said.

'Why do you feel bad it was spontaneous reaction and even I liked it' she said.

This is what he wanted to hear. Acting as if he has really sorry he followed her home.

He spent the whole evening recollecting what had taken place and was basking in glory when his mother came. Looking at her decked in a colorful sari he started visualizing the previous night's sequences and as the time flew he was excited when the super got over and it was time to go to bed.

It was his mother who said 'are you feet okay.'

'Poor guy I made him trek a lot today' replied his grandma.

'It is good if he keeps trekking' said his mother.

'Yes tomorrow I will take him to the river' said his grandma.

'That should keep him in good health' replied his mother.

'I will see that he gets good exercises' said his grandma.

As they kept the conversation going Vinit who was getting excited found it hard to hide his erection. He went to his room and it was after quite some time his mother came in.

'Are you asleep' asked his mother sitting next to him.

'No feeling drowsy' he replied.

'Do I have to tell you daily to remove your pants' she said softly?

'No but I thought you were not going to come' he said as he sat up to undo his pants.

'Did I not say that I will be coming' and seeing him struggling to undo his pants 'do you want me to help you' she said.

'No it is okay' he said undoing his pants and covering his bulge with his shirt.

'Why are you so shying' she said pulling his pants out.

'Because you have not put off the lamp' he replied.

'Yes but don't you think the lighting is very dim' she said patting his thighs.

'Why don't you put it off' he said.

'I will if you will allow me to remove your shirt' she replied looking at it covering his lower body.

'Yes' he said.

'That's good' saying it she blew off the lamp and moving closer she started to unbutton his shirt and as his chest was bared 'you have a good physique' saying this she started to feel his muscles and moving down she undid the remaining buttons.

Vinit's body shook as his mother undid his shirt. He felt that even in the dim light his erection inside his shorts was visible. He crisscrossed his legs.

His mother seeing him tensed up 'relax it is quite natural' she said.

Her words encouraged him and slowly he let his legs drift apart.

'Yes, you look good. You have a very fine toned up body' she said as her eyes roamed over.

'Even you have a good personality' he said while he wanted to say good body.

'Thanks, can I lie down beside you' she asked.

'Yes but don't you think you have to remove your sari for that' he said.

'To make myself comfortable' she asked.

'Yes it would be nice if you are comfortable' he replied.

'You are very sweet, why don't you help me' she said dropping the top of her sari and when Vinit held it 'pull it from my waist' she said.

Vinit was thrilled to hear her words. Setting aside the top of the sari he held the folds of her sari below her waist and pulling them slowly he removed the tucked part of her sari and when it was released he pulled her sari out.

'It feels good to remove the sari isn't it' she asked.

'Yes it feels good' he said.

'Want me to remove my blouse or will you' she asked.

'Let me' saying this he turned and holding the flaps of her blouse he slowly unhooked the top.'

'You don't have to be so casual' she said seeing him hesitating.

'Yes' saying it and using both his hands he opened her blouse feeling her robust breasts all along.

'That's the way you ought to remove a woman's blouse' she said.

And when he pushed his hands along side her breasts and pulled it out she said 'I think you were pleased to have removed it.'

'Yes I was thrilled to have removed your blouse' he said.

'Now I feel more comfortable' saying it she undid her hair.

'Why don't you lie down' he said taking hold of her hand.

As he held her hand 'you want me to' she asked getting excited.

'Yes I want you by my side' saying it he pulled her down.

Lying next to him and placing a hand on his face 'you have changed in a day' she said.

'How have I changed' he asked.

'You are more enterprising today' she said touching his lips and caressing them.

'Yes your closeness does wonders to me' he said.

'If you want I can get closer' she said touching his lips and poking her finger inside his mouth.

'Yes please' he said getting excited by her playful fingers probing his mouth.

'Cover me with the sheet and I will lie upon you' she said poking her finger deep into his mouth and caressing it.

As Vinit pulled the sheet over he saw his mother move up and hoist her body upon him. Getting thrilled by it he held her to his body.

'Do you think you are comfortable' she asked as she lowered her body down.

'Yes, yes' saying this he spread his legs wide and when he felt his mother's robust body on his, crossing his legs over hers he imprisoned her.

'It feels good to be held like that, do you like it' she asked wriggling her body.

'Yes I am thrilled to have you lie upon me' he said gripping her tightly.

'Is my weight not causing any problem' she asked brushing her nose on his.

'No on the other hand wonderful sensations are creeping up my body' he said crushing her in his arms.

'So is the case with me. Are you feeling comfortable with it' she asked feeling his erect cock having slipped to a side.

'Yes, no' he blurted.

'Don't you want me to make him comfortable' she asked bringing her face close to his.

'Yes, yes' he replied brushing his lips on her cheeks.

Moving up a little she slid her hand down and straightening his cock and wedging it under her waist 'is it okay now' she asked.

'Yes yes' said Vinit as his cock started throbbing. He tried to grasp her awkwardly.

'Cool down a bit or you will spoil everything' she said caressing his cheeks softly and after some time when she felt his breathing subside 'are you feeling better' she asked.

'Yes I am much better now, it was something I had not expected you would do' he said.

'I know it is difficult to control when someone touches you and I hope you are not feeling bad of me for having touched you there' she said.

'No not all' he replied.

'I think he is comfortably placed' she said as she wedged it between her curves. 'I wanted to do this from a long time as I wanted to make you happy' she said.

'Yes it feels so good to have you lie upon me' he said.

'Why because I am half naked' she asked.

'Yes it feels good to hold your naked back' he said gripping her tightly.

'How sweet' saying this she kissed him on his cheeks.

'Can I remove this' he asked as his fingers felt her bra straps.

'Just unhook them but don't remove' she said.

'Why don't you want me to' he asked.

'Because you cannot withstand' she replied.

'What can I not withstand' he asked.

'If you undo my bra and look at what they are covering you will not be able to withstand it' she said.

'I know what you mean. You don't want me to loose its hardness' he asked.

'Yes I don't want you to loose its hardness when I am feeling so good having it wedge there' she said wriggling her waist on his cock.

'How long do you want it to be like that' he asked cupping her face in both his hands.

'As long as you can manage' she replied kissing him on his cheeks.

'And I am free to do anything as long as I don't loose its hardness' he asked.

'Yes but for one thing' she said.

'And that is' he asked holding her cheeks tightly.

'You know what I don't you to do, it is prohibited' she asked bringing her lips close to his.

'Yes I can understand and you don't mind me kissing you' he said touching her lips.

'Who said I would' saying this she pressed her lips on his and kissed him hard.

'Oh! It feels so nice to be kissed on lips' saying this he took hold of her face and kissed her lips passionately.

'You have changed drastically in a day' saying this she slipped her tongue deep inside his mouth.

'Yes I am a changed person now,' saying this he pulled out the sheet covering them.

'Have you changed so much that you want me to lit the lamp' she asked.

'Yes it was for that reason I pulled the sheet out. I want to see you' saying this he pushed her up.

As Alka lit the lamp and turned she was surprised to see him standing close by. 'Could you not have waited for me to come to you' she asked.

'No I was getting impatient to see you' he said holding her at arms length.

'And what is it that you see now' she asked.

'Oh! Mom everything of you is so sensual. Your face, your lips, your cheeks which have gone red and this, this is most captivating' said he as his eyes were glued upon her voluptuous breasts. 'Look how they are protruding out from your bra and you are wearing the skinniest bra.'

'Where did you learn to describe them so passionately' asked his mother.

'It comes naturally and your deep waist it is so perfectly carved and if you could turn around I would like to see how you are built there' saying this he made her turn and when his eyes were feasted on her broad naked muscular back and her lush buttocks, pulling her to him he dug his erectness on her buttocks.

Getting thrilled by his manly overtures 'don't forget what I told you' she said.

'No I will try to keep it hard though it is getting difficult' he said pressing his cock in the valley of her buttocks while kissing her neckline.

'Yes the longer you keep it hard the more you would enjoy' she said draining out her fluids for the second time.