1 comments/ 16333 views/ 16 favorites Granny Trish's Exquisite Seduction By: milfleglover Charlie and Amy were in a great mood. They bounced along in Charlie's beat-to-shit Subaru down the scenic highway threading along the coast, happy to get away for a few days at Charlie's grandmother's summer home by the sea. "Damn, so glad to get out of work for awhile, place sucks," Charlie said, cranking up the tunes. "Landscaping biz blows." "Yeah, so does working down the gym, all those fat old bitches to train," laughed Amy, a gorgeous, long-haired blonde. "Though the few that are in shape are pretty hot...and the right ones are soooo much fun..." Charlie smiled, patting Amy's slender, muscular thigh in her tiny running shorts. He was a leg man, through and through, and Amy's were outstanding. He loved her legs – and her sexuality on both sides of the gender divide. Amy was bisexual, taking female companions from time to time, sometimes with Charlie, when the mood struck. And she liked older gals, too, into their40s, 50s, hot MILFs with strong bodies. During those especially lucky times, Charlie would find himself the middle of a sexy female sandwich with a horny older babe and his equally horny young girlfriend. "Oh, yeah, that's for sure," he growled, fingering her pussy under her shorts, making Amy writhe and giggle. The couple met at college in their freshman year, and got hot and heavy quickly. Now in the summer between sophomore and junior years, the 20-year-olds were anxious to take a break and hit the beach. And there was no better place than at the cottage of Trish Van Arden, Charlie's well-to-do grandmother, a widower whose family owned the place for generations. She lived there alone, entertaining family and friends whenever they could get away to the isolated home by the shore. Amy and Charlie had been there last summer, and had a great time. And unbeknownst to Charlie, Amy found the shaggy-haired platinum blonde rather sexy for a 69-year-old woman. Trish ran and worked out daily, keeping her lean, strong body in great shape. It was somewhat saggy and wrinkled in the neck, upper arms and fleshy thighs, but amazingly shapely and decently muscled. The sexy granny had bright blue eyes and killer long legs. Amy never told Charlie how she viewed his grandmother, whom Charlie saw as old and not particularly attractive. But now as he fingered Amy's cunt as they neared Patricia's home, the young woman found herself thinking of the sexy granny more and more, recalling the times they'd run on the beach, Amy straggling a bit behind to watch the sexy grandmother's fantastic legs flex as her bare feet dug into the sand. "God, Charlie, don't fuckin' stop, that feels good," she cooed, spreading her own muscular legs to allow his dancing fingers clearer access to her smooth-shaven slit. "Keep going, baby, keep going..." "Just can't wait, can ya?" he laughed, inserting two fingers in her greasy hole and dribbling her clit with his thumb. "Granny goes to bed early usually, especially after she's had her wine, we can go all it then!" "Mmmm, your granny, Charlie..." Amy groaned, freeing her tits from her t-shirt and tweaking her nipples. "Goddam, Granny Trish is so fuckin' fine..." Charlie's fingers stopped and he stared at his girlfriend in disbelief. "C'mon, Amy, really, it's my grandmother for fuck's sake," he said incredulously. "She's so...I mean she's pretty enough, but Christ, she's so..so old..." "Mmmm, old AND hot, baby," Amy giggled. "Forget it Charlie, forget I said anything, for Chrissakes, keep fingering me, dammit, finish me off!" "Ok, ok," he said somewhat reluctantly, troubled by the thought of Amy aroused by his grandmother, a woman nearly a half century older than both of them. He quickly got her off, the sexy young blonde screaming in pleasure as they drove along, then grabbing his hand to bring to her mouth to suck her cum off his fingers, making Charlie groan with his own pleasure. The girl was kinky, one of the main things he loved about her. "Dammit, we're almost there," he moaned, adjusting his stiff dick in his shorts. "Fuck, I need to get off, baby, soon, you got me so horny!" "Just can't wait, can ya?" she laughed, echoing his words from a few minutes before. "Well, I'll make it worth your while, baby, don't I always?" He smiled. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it, long, silky hair cascading around her slim, strong shoulders, and with bright blue eyes and killer long legs...just like Granny Trish, he realized. 'Fuck', he thought to himself. 'Am I hot for Amy because... she looks like my grandmother? Goddam...' They pulled down the beach road toward the cottage, Amy playfully palming Charlie's stiff cock through his shorts until he slapped her hand away. "C'mon, Amy, we're there, I can't walk in with a fuckin' hard on!" he laughed. "Hey, maybe it's been awhile since Granny Trish has seen one, wouldn't do her any harm to see yours, lover," she cooed, twisting her hand around his bloated balls. "Enough about my grandmother, for fuck's sake, please," he groaned, as she squeezed, dancing that fine line between pain and pleasure. They pulled into the long driveway and finally the cottage sprang into view. Cottage was a misnomer really, for this was a full-out house, two stories, sprawling, with four bedrooms and a sweeping wrap-around porch fronting a long lawn to the ocean, private beach below. And there on the porch stood Granny Trish, looking radiant as always, that great mane of curly hair blowing in the breeze, bright blue eyes flashing as she waved. She'd just gotten back from a run and wore a tiny, very short pair of white short shorts, revealing her long, wonderfully muscled legs, firm beneath the slightly sagging flesh of her shapely thighs and calves. "Damn, she's got great legs, Charlie, really great legs," Amy cooed appreciatively as she jumped out of the car, waving to Granny Trish and fetching her bag from the back seat. "Amy, stop, please, this is getting weird," Charlie said softly as Granny Trish raced down the porch toward them. There were the usual hugs and kisses and accolades of how great everyone looked, and Charlie watched as his grandmother and Amy walked arm in arm, laughing, toward the big house, picking up their renewed acquaintance where it had left off last year, the two of them getting along famously. As they strolled, Charlie's eyes were unable to look away from two truly beautiful pairs of legs. Amy's were long and creamy smooth, tanned and muscular, calves bulging as she walked. And his granny's, he noted with growing alarm, were incredible as well, calves also rippling with muscle, her saggy hamstrings tight and well-formed as she walked. He quickly looked away, trying to ignore the stiffening of his dick, which mercifully had gone down as they'd pulled into the drive. "Honey, you look great, as always," Trish beamed, putting a firm arm around Amy's sturdy shoulders. "Keeping in shape, I see?" "Yeah, the usual, work, ya know," Amy laughed. "But you, Trish, God, you're amazing, and you're gonna be what, 70? Honestly, I don't know how you do it, but I can only hope to be in the shape you're in at your age, no kidding!" "You're so sweet, Amy, that's what I love about you, you're just a sweet young girl," Trish said, hugging her closer and harder as they walked. There were very few times in Amy's young sex life when she read signals wrong from another woman curious about female-to-female sex. And she knew she wasn't wrong now, as she felt a surge between them, something distinctive and noticeable to them both as they walked along, holding on to one another. Trish had been with other women, years ago, before she married and then occasionally during the later years of a marriage that had gone functional and cold. They had been friends of hers, good and trusting friends, females of similar situation. It'd been awhile, Trish realized as she felt Amy's heat beside her on this warm late afternoon. She tried not thinking what she was thinking, but couldn't shake the feeling that Amy was something special, and had something worth exploring. But then thoughts of what her grandson would think, if heaven forbid, he ever found out, overtook her as they approached the house. "Look, you kids get settled, far bedroom down the west wing of the house, like last year, give you love birds some privacy," Trish said, holding Amy's shoulders as they faced each other on the porch, Charlie clumping up the steps with their bags. "I think I'll go for a quick swim, gotta cool down after my run." "Sure thing, Grandma," Charlie said, walking into the house with the bags, Amy behind him. They settled into their room, putting their stuff away, and Amy looked out the window. Granny Trish was bolting down the lawn, having changed into a modest but revealing white two-piece swimsuit that beautifully offset her lean, tanned body. As she ran, Amy licked her lips, watching those stunning legs flex. "Goddam, Charlie, your grandmother..." she said. Charlie groaned, looking over Amy's shoulder, somewhat surprised at how right she was. How had he not noticed how spectacular his old granny's body was before? Or had he, he wondered, preferring to ignore it. "Enough, girl, for fuck's sake, it's my GRANDMOTHER," Charlie moaned, slamming drawers to snap his girlfriend out of her reverie. "Oh, c'mon Charlie, I'm just sayin'," Amy sighed, watching the leggy older woman disappear toward the beach. They walked back to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of beers and then sitting on the long couch in the living room that faced huge windows fronting the long lawn toward the beach, and a path which led to it. As they sat, chatting, Amy ran her hand up Charlie's leg. Instantly, he stiffened to her touch, the way he always did. "Now then, let's take care of you while Granny Trish is swimming," she cooed, leaning to kiss him wetly, her hands expertly unsnapping his shorts and hauling them down, his seven-inch cock bobbing into view. "Oh God, yes, please, please!" he begged. She giggled and stroked him, harder and faster. Amy's hand jobs were second to none, the best ever, never failing to make him cum quickly and copiously. As he nuzzled her neck, she tilted her head toward the window and the path on which Granny Trish would return. "Haven't got much time, Charlie, don't know how long your sexy grandma will be swimming," she growled, increasing her hand job pace, making him squirm, cupping his head to her neck with her other hand. "Won't...won't be..fuck..won't be long, baby!" "Gotta tell ya, Charlie, your granny..." Amy cooed, stroking him faster as he lapped her neck. "Amy...please...don't..." he groaned, trying to ignore the image she was trying to put in his head. "Helluva body for a woman her age, and those legs...god, Charlie, her legs are beautiful, long, lean, muscular...can you imagine them wrapped around ya, baby, huh? Or wrapped around ME?" "Oh...oh fuck...Amy don't..." Charlie moaned, feeling his balls tighten, the unmistakable signal of a massive orgasm. "You like it when you're eating my pussy and I cum and lock you in my legs, doncha Charlie, the way I hold you in my thighs and squirt my cum in your mouth?" Amy hissed, picking up the pace, her hand flooded with his precum, the squishing sounds filling the room. "Oh fuck yeah...love that..." "Well think about Granny scissoring your head in her thighs as you eat HER, baby!" Amy growled. "You want Granny's legs wrapped around YOUR face, baby? Sucking her squirt?" "No...oh fuck...oh shit...God, Amy..." he babbled, out of control, thrusting up to meet her pounding hand. Suddenly she stopped, peeled off her shorts as Charlie looked on in disbelief, his cock left unattended. "Amy, what the fu..." he cried out. He never finished. Amy grabbed his hair, twisting his head to her open legs as she lay back and rammed his face to her swollen, wet cunt lips. She slammed her muscular thighs around it, locking her ankles, squeezing, pulling on his head to grind his face in her commanding snatch. Charlie loved Amy's dominant ways, too, even at the expense of leaving him high and dry as she was now. "Fucking eat me, Charlie, eat me!" she howled, bucking up off the couch, slamming her pussy into his trapped mouth. Charlie slurped wetly at his lover's cunt, his nose mashed flat against her clit she ground into it, tongue probing her dripping hole. His hands pawed at the insanely strong thighs imprisoning his head, unable to pull them apart. "Fuck, yes, yes, YESSSS!!" Amy screamed, gushing her cream into his mouth, soaking his entire face. She pumped into him hard and fast, slowly her rhythmic thrusts as her orgasm waned, rubbing his hair. She looked out the window, where Granny Trish was plodding up the path toward the house, a towel around her body soaking wet from her swim. "Oh fuck, here she comes!" Amy gasped, pushing Charlie off the couch and slipping her shorts back on. "Wipe your face, Charlie!" "Dammit, Amy!" he growled, dragging the back of his hand over his sticky face, stuffing his hard cock into his shorts. "What do I do with this thing, huh?" "Later, baby, later, you know I'll take care of you," she cooed, casually crossing her sexy legs just as Granny Trish walked by the living room. "Hey, kids, relaxing?" she said, toweling her face and hair, Amy staring hard at that luscious old body glistening with sea water. "Yeah, yeah, just hangin' out, chillin'," Amy smiled. "How was your swim?" "Oh, refreshing, the water's a bit cold, but I like it like that," Trish said, now toweling off her gorgeous thighs, making the flesh jiggle, Amy devouring the sight of it, winking at Charlie. He shook his head at her disapprovingly. Trish stood, fixed the towel around her waist, her huge, fleshy tits pushed up in the top of her suit, her hard nipples visible. Amy licked her lips. "I'm gonna change, kids, be right back," Trish said, walking down the hall to her room. "Let's have some drinks out on the porch, OK?" "Sure thing, Trish, I'll get it together!" Amy called out, reaching over to playfully tweak Charlie's tits. "God, you see the nips on your grandmother? Damn, I could suck them all night long..." "Amy, for Christ's sake!" Charlie growled, standing and walking out to the kitchen. "Get a grip..." "Oh, I plan to," Amy said to herself, following him. They gathered on the porch as the sun grew closer to the horizon, bathing them in the warming rays of late-afternoon light. Trish, as usually, had her pinot gris, Charlie his beer, Amy sipping on martinis. All were getting quite buzzed as they sat and talked, Amy eyeing the delightful granny in her fashionable light top and short linen skirt, drinking in the sight of the long, sturdy freckled and tanned limbs as they drank. They finally went inside, gathering up the glasses, to make dinner. "What're we having, Trish?" Amy asked. "I'm keeping it simple, chicken picata," Trish said. "Wanna help me, honey?" "Of course!" Amy answered brightly. "You know I love to cook." She and Trish puttered around the kitchen, preparing the food, Amy cutting veggies, Trish pounding the chicken thin, dusting it with flour, setting it aside for cooking later. She went to the 'fridge, bending inside to look. Amy's eyes lit up watching those sexy hamstrings grow taut on the backs of her long, rugged thighs. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, Trish," Amy said, watching. "But you have absolutely the best pair of legs I've ever seen on a woman your age...or half your age, they're just gorgeous!" "Why thank you, honey," Trish said, standing up and turning toward her. "I do work hard keeping in shape, so nice people notice." "How can they not notice," Amy said softly and somewhat seductively. "They are exquisite." Then there was a long pause, as Amy sent out a vibe that Trish could not miss. The older woman smiled, somewhat nervously, then looked down at her legs. "Yes, I guess...I mean...thank you..." Amy walked toward her, putting her hands on her shoulders, drawing Trish's gaze up to hers, feeling emboldened by one martini too many. "Exquisite," she said softly, leaning toward the sexy older woman's face. The kiss would have happened, Trish offering little resistance, feeling and welcoming Amy's breath on her lips, had not Charlie come into the kitchen. Thinking quickly, Amy embraced Trish in her arms, holding her in an innocent-looking hug. "Thanks so much for having us, Trish, we're having a great time!" she said enthusiastically, her mouth at Trish's lovely, wrinkled neck, then whispering into her ear, "Exquisite..." She backed away, winking at the startled Trish, turning to Charlie. "What's up, Chuckie?" she laughed, knowing he hated that name. "More beer? Think maybe you've had enough so far?" "No, I'm fine, I can hold it, just seeing if you guys needed anything," Charlie said. "Actually yes," Trish said, digging back into the 'fridge and coming up with a tiny bottle of capers that was practically empty. "Need more of these...dammit, I forgot to get them at the store today." "No problem, Trish, Charlie will run to the store, won't ya Charlie?" Amy said. "Yeah, sure, why not," Charlie sighed. "I love your picata, Granny, you know that...it's..." "Exquisite?" Amy asked, winking furtively at the blushing Trish. "Yeah, for sure," Charlie said. "Granny, where's the store, I forget?" "Oh, Charlie, I'm sorry, but the closest one still open is Carson's, that small grocery store about 30 minutes up the road, do you remember it?" Trish said. "Yeah, yeah, I do now," he said. "Not a big deal, be back soon." He grabbed his keys, darting out the door, ignoring his grandmother trying to give him money as she followed him to the door. "He's such a good boy," Trish sighed, coming back into the kitchen. "He is, must get that from you, Trish," Amy smiled, picking up her martini glass and refilling Trish's with wine. "C'mon, let's go sit and talk, everything's pretty much done, just waiting on the capers." "Oh, OK," Trish said, somewhat uncertainly, taking the glass from the smiling young woman. They sat on the couch, facing each other. Amy read the pretty face, her head cocked. "Trish, I'm sorry if what I said made you...uncomfortable," she said slowly, smiling. "It's just that you're...so beautiful, I really meant what I said." "Thanks, honey, I know you did..I wasn't..uncomfortable, it's just...," Trish said, leaning back, tucking her feet under her, then wincing slightly. "Ah...dammit!" "What, what is it?" Amy asked. "Nothing, little foot cramp," Trish said, rubbing her right foot. "I ran pretty long today, just got a little cramp, it's a bit tender, I guess..." "Allow me," Amy said purposefully, putting her drink on the coffee table. "C'mon, right here." She sat up, patting her thighs. Trish looked at her, blinking. "Trish, c'mon, trust me, I'm good at massages, Charlie gets cramped up after playing ball sometimes, he loves it, c'mon now, right here." She patted her thighs again. Trish shrugged, leaned back on the arm of the sofa and swung her legs up, plunking her right foot on Amy's lap, the left one staying on the floor, demurely tucking the skirt between her thighs. Amy smiled, casting furtive glances at the sexy thighs bared in Trish's skirt, marveling in the soft appearance, the freckled, slightly wrinkled flesh. She took off Trish's sandal, dropping it to the floor and holding her foot in her left hand, started kneading the deliciously wrinkled sole with the other. The skin was tight and papery, thickened with age and driving Amy wild. "That feel good, Trish?" she asked, looking into the older woman's eyes. "Oh...God yes, feels great," Trish sighed, feeling a tingle course up that leg into her groin, surprising and delighting her. "God...so good..." Granny Trish's Exquisite Seduction "I know, told you I'm good at this!" Amy giggled. The room went silent as Amy worked, digging her thumb into the wrinkled sole, harder and deeper, working from the slightly calloused heel up to the ball of the foot, and back down again. She made small, insistent circles in the yielding flesh, noting with great pride and increasing pleasure Trish's involuntary reaction, moaning slightly, relaxing under her ministrations. "That's right, Trish, relax, go with it, go with it," Amy said in a lilting voice, watching Trish's head loll back, revealing that luscious wattle in her throat she longed to suck. She continued to rub, and now did the toes, rubbing them between her fingers. Trish's moans grew louder. "Oh God...that's...unbelievable..." she moaned, biting her lip. "Isn't it though?" Amy said softly, dipping her face closer to that foot, inhaling, sniffing the slightly pungent sweaty aroma, feeling her cunt moisten as she did. "So very good..." She rubbed a moment longer, watching this gorgeous granny melting to her touch. She looked at the clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes had passed. Charlie would be back in 45. Plenty of time, she smiled to herself. "You know, Trish, your feet...they're pretty spectacular, too, so shapely, your toes..so sexy...again, exquisite..." she said, pushing the envelope. "You...think so..." Trish said dreamily, eyes still closed. "Oh yeah," Amy said in a soft hiss. "The foot is so sensitive, an erogenous zone...ever had your sexy feet...you know, licked?" Trish's eyes opened, astonished, looking at the smiling girl, whose face was so close to that foot. "Not...for a very, very long time..." she said haltingly. "Well," Amy said, putting her mouth over Trish's big toe and sucking. "You're due!" "AMY!" Trish cried, startled, not trying very hard to stop her. "I...oh...oh my...ohhhhhh..." Amy sucked the toe into her mouth, eyes fixed on Trish's, watching her reaction which went from shock and surprise to acceptance as Amy now washed her incredible hot tongue over it, lapping between it and the adjacent toe. "Oh...my..." Trish groaned. "That's...amazing..." Amy giggled, popping her mouth from that toe and fellating the one next to it, that long tongue lashing it, going between them, moving to the next toe and the next, all the while rubbing her foot. Her other hand moved up to the firm swell of Trish's calf, massaging it, making the older woman moan more loudly. Amy watched the sexy flesh of it crease and fold under her squeezing hand, and then looked up at Trish, watching whatever resolve she may have melt away with each lick of her tongue. "Your legs are just unbelievable, Trish," Amy said gently, removing her mouth from her toes, licking up the instep to the ankle and then the shin. "Exquisite..." "Amy...I..." "Shhhh...shhhh..." Amy chastened, now parting Trish's legs, pushing between them, leaning over to lay atop her, face to face, pussy to pussy. "Go with it, Trish...just go with it..." "Oh my...oh...but...I...I'm not sure if...oh..." Trish said in a low, husky tone as she watched Amy's face draw close. Their lips met and Amy felt a slight tremble throughout Trish's body beneath her. It was a gentle kiss at first, light, romantic, then more urgent, opening her mouth and extending her tongue inside, licking Trish's marvelously wrinkled lips. She felt the heat mounting between them as she pressed down, Trish's thighs coming up around her sides, wrapping slowly around her. "Yessss!" Amy hissed, kissing that impossibly sexy old face, tonguing the gentle wrinkles. "Hold me in those exquisite legs, Trish...don't let me go!" "Oh my God, what am I doing!" Trish cried out. "You're doing," Amy growled, dipping her mouth to that gorgeous granny neck and suckling it, "what comes naturally..." "It's been so...I mean a long time ago...I..." "I thought so," Amy giggled, nibbling the fleshy folds of Trish's succulent throat. "It's OK, baby, it's OK...just do it...just relax..." Trish did, completely, body gone slack under the beautiful young woman pressed down onto her, groaning, holding Amy's head as her mouth devoured her creamy, salty throat. "So good...my neck...I never thought..." Trish moaned, squeezing Amy's ribs in her thighs, pulling her pussy into hers. "Believe me, sweet lady," Amy growled, nibbling and licking, "your neck is as exquisite as every other part of you..." Amy smiled into the neck, licking down the sexy flesh, gently tugging Trish's top down over her shoulders, revealing the thick cleavage of her tits, freckled, tanned, warm. She licked there, groaning at the taste and feel, leathery and soft all at once. She tugged the bra down off those gorgeous white orbs, tucking the cups beneath them, the creamy flesh perfectly smooth, lined with the sexiest of delicate blue veins beneath. Amy growled, biting, licking that luscious tit meat, then gorging herself on those huge, brown nipples, holding each in her mouth, flickering her tongue rapidly across them. "Beautiful," Amy moaned through the mouthful of titty. "Just...beautiful..." "Oh my God, Amy, oh my God!" Trish shrieked. Down she worked, kissing Trish's slightly puffy, smooth belly, then reaching back to part her legs, drawing them off her sides. She kneeled back, looking at each thigh, holding one in her hand, massaging the slack freckled flesh. "God, Trish, your legs are so sexy, I can't stand it!" Amy cried out, nibbling the soft meat of them, tickling it with her tongue. "So exquisitely tasty..." Trish could only watch her nibble one thigh, then the other, Amy sliding back to now lay between them, face to face with Trish's crotch covered in a sheer white panty, soft curls of gray hair peeking out the sides. "Oh, now THAT is sexy!" Amy laughed, gently pulling aside the panty, a copious, damp explosion of hair springing into view. "Natural, completely natural!" Trish giggled, biting her finger, watching, and then screaming in pleasure as Amy's long tongue parted the furry lips and found its target. She dribbled Trish's engorged clit sticking out of that hairy slit, the older woman's back arching, legs closing around the face. "Oh shit YES, Trish, hold me, squeeze me, crush me in your thighs!" Amy screamed, lapping furiously at Trish's rapidly moistening pussy. "Oh GOD, I love your legs!" Trish obliged, locking her feet and squeezing her thighs on Amy's moaning, sucking face which in turned fueled the young girl's fire and enthusiasm, hands massaging the sexy legs scissoring her, driving her face harder and deeper into Trish's gushing, hairy pussy. The older woman screamed in pleasure now, any remaining hesitation melting at the end of the young woman's expertly flickering tongue. "OH MY GOD AMY!! DON'T STOP!!" Trish bellowed, pushing up off the couch, thrusting her gushing cunt into Amy's slavishly licking mouth, filling it with her juices. It took a long time for the orgasm to finally abate, Trish's butt in Amy's caressing fingers, kneading the dimpled white meat. She relaxed her thighs, parting them, Amy gasping in air. She lifted her face from the spongy fur of Trish's satiated cunt and smiled. "Mmmm, tasty," she giggled, smacking her lips and planting quick kisses on each of Trish's trembling thighs. "God, you squeezed me soooooo good..." "I...don't know what to say..." Trish said, watching the young woman pull herself atop her, kissing her, sharing her scent and taste, grinding her cunt into her own. "Don't say anything, gorgeous lady, lemme do all the work," Amy grunted, now tugging off her tiny panty, draping her bared pussy over Trish's right thigh, rubbing hard against it. She ground into that succulent thigh, the flesh pressing into her wet pussy. Amy groaned, pulling off her top, offering Trish the gift of her young, perfectly formed and silky smooth tits, and Trish growled, fisting them to her sucking, wrinkled mouth. Amy screamed in pleasure as Trish feasted on those tits, tensing her thigh to offer more hardness to Amy's thrusting cunt, and moments later, the young woman came with a hip-snapping fury, drenching Trish's thigh. Amy relaxed, kneeling back, popping her tits from Trish's insistently sucking mouth, and dipped her head to that thigh, lapping up the shiny gel of her orgasm. "Goodness...you're so naughty," Trish giggled, running her fingers through Amy's hair and then pulling her back up for a sharing kiss. "You They lay in each other's arms, warm and secure, Trish slowly wrapping her long legs around the girl's middle, holding her close. They said nothing, just enjoying the moment and comforting cadence of each other's gentle breathing. Amy's head rested on Trish's chest, one finger curling around her nipples, tickling them. "Well now..." Trish finally said. "Thank you, honey..I can't recall the last time I...you know..." "Came like that?" Amy laughed, turning her face to Trish's, kissing it gently. "Yeah, I got that feeling. God, it was great wasn't it?" "But I feel...oh, God, Charlie!" Trish said, suddenly sitting up, hands covering her face. "You...and I...you cheated...I mean..." "It's OK, it's OK, Trish, Charlie and I...well, Charlie and I have something special, an understanding," Amy said, arms around Trish's trembling shoulders. And she told her, she told her about their dalliances with older women, about Charlie not only accepting her bisexuality but embracing it, enjoying it with her. "I can't...wow, with older women...like...me?" Trish asked shyly. "No, none like you, my dear, not a one," Amy laughed. "You are by far the most mature woman I've been with and by far – and then some – the sexiest!" Trish smile, and in then confessed her own occasional bisexual dalliances over the years. "I do miss it," she sighed wistfully. "Those were fun times..." "And now," Amy smiled, kissing her. "You're enjoying them again." Trish smiled at the lovely girl. "Trish, you're so progressive, I knew you were, that's one of the things I love about you," Amy said, stroking the older woman's sexy thigh as she spoke. "That was a long time ago, years now, but...but I liked it, you know? There's something about being with another woman...we just know..." "What we like," Amy finished, kissing her cheek. "Indeed we do..." They sat in silence for a few more minutes, the clock ticking away. "Charlie will be back soon," Trish said softly. "Maybe," Amy said on impulse, "we should let him find us like this...you never know what might..." "But Amy! I...I'm his...grandmother!" Trish cried out. "You don't mean..." "No, no, of course not," Amy said, hugging her. "I was just thinking...fantasizing...there's nothing wrong with fantasy, right?" "No...no of course not..." "And I...have fantasized about YOU, pretty woman, since we met last year!" "You...have?" Trish asked, astonished. "Oh, yeah," Amy growled, now laying back on the couch, watching with delight as Trish's eyes lit up looking at her wet, smooth slit. "Oh my!" Trish squealed. "Is this...one of the things you fantasized about doing with me...me doing to you?" Amy smiled, playfully biting her fingertip as very slowly she reached up with her feet, hooked them around Trish's neck and slowly pulled her in. Trish groaned as her face neared that delicious looking young pussy, Amy now cupping her head in one hand and directing her. "Yeah, baby, it sure is," Amy cooed, gently pulling her in, Trish groaning as her lips met Amy's wet pussy. "Make me cum, Trish...make me cum..." "Oh God yes," Trish growled. "Let's see if I remember..." She did, easily and quickly, the evidence of her experience coming as Amy's back arched in response to Trish's tongue slithering into her juicy cunt, stabbing at the hole and then lapping upward, seeking and finding the engorged clit peeking out of its fleshy hood. Trish groaned with pleasure as she felt Amy's young thighs slowly embrace her head, locking up, squeezing with gentle pulsations. "This is what I love, I love holding a face in with my legs, like you did to me, like I do to Charlie," Amy moaned, squeezing a bit harder, making Trish groan from the pressure, her hands palming Amy's incredible thighs. "What you could do...to Charlie..." "Oh..oh God..." Trish moaned, now thrusting a hand between her fleshy old thighs and diddling her furry pussy as she ate Amy's. "Oh God..." "Yesssss!" Amy hissed, squeezing, tensing her thighs, pulling harder on Trish's head, grinding against it. "Oh...oh fuck, Trish, GODDAM you eat such good pussy!" The older woman smiled in the clamp of cunt and thigh and continued lapping up and down the greasy slit, rubbing her nose on Amy's clit, then finally attaching her mouth to it. She slurped noisily, taking her cue from Amy's increasing squeezing and hip thrusting, sucking on the clit, drawing into her mouth and pummeling it with her flickering tongue. Amy screamed and then went silent, mouth open, eyes scrunched shut as she came long and hard. She locked her legs out straight, the thighs etched in muscle with Trish's hands caressing them, marveling at their strength and squealing in pain from the delicious pain of them scissoring her head. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Amy finally screamed, cumming hard against the pretty old face in her pussy, bathing it with her sticky gel. Moments later, panting for air, Amy relinquished her leg lock on Trish's head and quickly pulled her up to kiss, lapping her cream from the laughing, wrinkled face and thrusting her tongue into her mouth. They lay against each other, grinding, groaning and loving. "Well, I guess I haven't forgotten how to do that, huh?" Trish giggled, tweaking Amy's tiny tits, making her yelp in delightful pain. "Hell no, girl, you do it better than most, no kidding," Amy laughed. Trish looked at the clock, worried. Charlie would be back very soon. She got up, helping Amy off the couch, and the young girl pulled her panties back on, and then pulled Trish in for a hug and long, wet, sloppy kiss. Amy cupped Trish's saggy ass, groaning at the fleshiness of it. "Damn, I love this butt, too," she said, licking Trish's neck. "I just have to do this..." She marched Trish over to the front room that overlooked the driveway, bent her over a couch and knelt down. "Keep an eye out for Charlie, baby," Amy snarled as she drove her face inside those succulent, meaty, wrinkled cheeks, pulling them apart in her hands. "OH MY WORD!" Trish howled. "No one...ever...oh, damn, Amy, damn damn damn!!" Amy laughed into the meaty folds of Trish's ass, stabbing furiously at her tight little asshole pucker, drilling it over and over, twisting her head side to side trying to screw her face inside as deeply as she could. She slipped a hand between the slightly spread legs, fingering Trish's clit, squeezing it between her fingers, bringing the groaning older woman to a quick, liquid orgasm. "Amy, Charlie's back!" Trish cried out, standing up and popping Amy's adoring face from her wrinkled ass. Amy stood, laughing, kissing Trish wetly and deeply, sharing her ass scent and flavor. "Go to your room, freshen up, I'll take it from here," Amy said, turning Trish and slapping her ass playfully. Charlie came back in with the capers, and another six pack of beer, walking into the kitchen where Amy took it from him. "Where's Granny?" he asked. "Changing for dinner, I think," Amy said. Charlie looked at his girlfriend. "Did you two...have a nice talk?" he asked cautiously. "Oh yes," Amy sighed. "We got along quite well." Charlie's head cocked to one side, eyebrow raised. "Relax, Charlie, don't read into things," Amy laughed, hugging him and running her palm down to his crotch, rubbing him hard, making him groan. "Later, baby, I'm gonna do you soooo good..." "Damn, I almost jerked off on the ride, I'm so fucking horny," Charlie moaned, humping that hand. "Dinner first, baby, dessert later!" She went to the kitchen, and Granny Trish returned, looking sexy and fairly glowing. She and Amy exchanged knowing glances, hers nervous, Amy's assured, and they set about making dinner. They took the food out to the porch, enjoying the warm late-day breeze and setting sun, seated around the small table. Charlie and Amy sat on one side, at Trish's insistence that they sit there and enjoy the view, she on the other. A long tablecloth draped the table and now as they sat, Amy dropped her hand into Charlie's lap, rubbing his cock in his shorts. He gasped. "You OK, honey?" Trish asked, a concerned look on her face as a slow dark enveloped them. "Uh...yeah, fine...maybe too much beer, I dunno," he stammered, looking at Amy, who smiled as she slithered her hand under his shorts, stroking him. "That'll do it," Trish laughed, sitting back and twirling her wine glass. Suddenly she gasped as well, as Amy sat back and unbeknownst to Charlie, put a bare foot between her fleshy thighs, pressing her toes into Trish's cunt. "You OK, Granny?" Charlie asked, his voice cracking as Amy worked his cock. "Oh...oh yes, I'm fine," Trish smiled, parting her legs to make way for Amy's talented toes. "The wine...we do drink a lot here..." "Oh, you two lightweights!" Amy giggled, working Charlie's dick harder and faster, digging her toes under Trish's panty to plunge into the older woman's sopping snatch. "What am I going to do with you?" Amy was delighting in the control she had over both of them, her hand soaked with Charlie's oozing precum, her toes equally drenched in his grandmother's fluids. She watched them both squirm, trying to hide it, carrying on conversations as if their nether regions were not being worked by her hand and foot. She felt Charlie shudder, watched his eyelids flutter and knew he was close. Trish's trembling thighs closed around her foot, squeezing it as she ground out a small, imperceptible orgasm, soaking her toes. "Well, now, let's get cleaned up, shall we?" Amy said, pulling her wet hand out from under the table, Charlie looking at her imploringly. "You sit here, Charlie, we'll do all the work, you lazy boy you!" The women stood, Trish gathering dishes and not seeing Amy playfully stick her wet fingers into Charlie's mouth. The horny boy groaned, sucking them clean and watching as they both walked into the house. "Great dinner, Trish, as always," Amy said, putting her dishes on the counter as Trish stood at the sink, washing. "And dessert..." She snuggled into the older woman's delicious ass, humping it slowly, wrapping her arms around her from behind and burying her licking mouth into the sweet salty folds of Trish's sexy neck. "How'd you like dessert, baby?" she cooed, tweaking Trish's thick nipples. "Oh, God, Amy, you're so naughty!" Trish gasped, unable to resist the beautiful girl, pushing her ass back to meet Amy's insistent thrusting. "Aren't I though?" Amy laughed, turning Trish around and kissing her wetly and deeply. They kissed for a beautiful long moment until Amy let go and Trish returned to cleaning the dishes. Moments later, Charlie walked in. "Thanks for a great dinner, Granny, we really appreciate it." "Oh, my pleasure," Trish said. "It's getting late...mercy, it's after nine! I just love summer nights, it stays light for so long and then suddenly it's bedtime! You two must be exhausted after your long drive." "Yeah, and other things," Amy said, winking at Charlie who shook his head. "Well get to bed, my babies, I'll finish up here," Trish said, doing the last of the dishes. "You sure?" Amy said. "We're glad to help." "No, no, you get to bed, get some rest, I'm just going to read for awhile in my room." "Sure thing, Granny, thanks again," Charlie said, giving her a loving peck on her cheek. "You're the best, Trish," Amy added, hugging the woman, then whispering, "ignore the noises you might hear from our room...or join us!" Granny Trish's Exquisite Seduction Trish's eyes popped open wide as Amy stepped back, holding her shoulders. "Love ya, Granny Trish," Amy said, winking at her. "And again, thanks for the exquisite dinner, and pleasure of your company." "Oh, you," Trish laughed nervously. Charlie stumbled down the hallway, clearly drunk, Amy laughingly following him. "Damn, Charlie, I don't think you'll be able to get it up, you're so shitfaced!" "Oh, trust me, baby...trust me..." he slurred, staggering into their room. They fell into bed, kissing, hugging, caressing, Amy's hand working at his crotch, tugging his shorts off. His dick was semi-hard, clearly the result of far too many beers. "Fuck," he groaned as she pumped him. "Got just the thing for that, baby," she said, stripping down and laying back on the bed, pushing him to his knees on the floor, her legs draped over the sides, open and waiting. "Eat me, Charlie, that ALWAYS gets you hard!" "Oh fuck yes..." he moaned, eyeing that luscious, wet slit opening before him. "Oh fuck YES!" she hollered as his mouth sealed around her protruding clit. He ate her sloppily and wetly, and instantly those incredible thighs locked around his ears. Amy pulled on the back of his head, half sitting up, grunting as she took his face for her pleasure, grinding into it. Her thighs were bulging with muscle as she squeezed him, something they both loved, and Charlie's hand worked his cock as he knelt, feeling it harden. "Oh fuck, Charlie, go baby go!" she cried out, feeling her cunt gush into his sucking mouth. Trish heard the squealing sounds as she lay in her bed in her short, revealing summer nightie, playing with herself in the dark, reveling in the naughtiness, feeling shame give way to pleasure. Almost involuntarily, she slid out of bed and crept down the long hall to the middle of the house, down the other hall to their room. Where the door was slightly ajar, purposely left that way by Amy. She peered inside. Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in ghostly white. There, to Trish's shocked but expectant eyes, was Amy on her back, hands clutching her kneeling grandson's head, thighs clamped in a muscular scissors around it, pumping into his face. "Oh my word!" she whispered to herself in a low, throaty growl. Amy knew she was there, knew she couldn't resist. And she looked up and at the door, seeing the beautiful older woman silhouetted in the dark. She winked at her. Trish gasped and could not look away. "Fuck, Charlie, you do that so good," Amy moaned, pumping, grinding against the face trapped in her leggy grip, eyes fixed on Trish. "You're hard NOW, aren't ya baby?" "Oh fuck yes," Charlie cried out in a moan muffled by Amy's sopping wet cunt and crushing thighs. "You love my legs squeezin' ya, doncha babe?" she giggled, thrusting her hips up and down, riding his face. "Shit yes!" "And think about it, Charlie," she continued, squeezing him tighter, pumping harder. "Think about your granny's gorgeous thighs doing this to ya!" Trish's eyes glowed in the dark as they widened, much to Amy's delight. The older woman found herself sneaking a hand to her pussy, pulling up the short nightie, wiggling her fingers between her sexy, saggy thighs as Amy watched with approval. "Amy...no..don't..." Charlie protested weakly from his pussy prison. "Oh, yeah, Charlie, yeah," Amy growled, squeezing harder, riding that trapped face faster. "Granny Trish's thighs scissoring your head...pumping your face...eat it, baby, eat Granny Trish's cunt for me!" She screamed as she came, thrusting and squeezing mercilessly at the groaning face crushed nearly blue in her pumping thighs, flooding his mouth. She locked her ankles, punching her long, creamy legs out straight, clutching his head in her hands and smothering him in her gushing pussy. And all the while, watching Trish standing in the doorway, fingering her hairy pussy and cumming just as Amy was, thinking the young girl mad for verbalizing such a deep, dark, forbidden fantasy. And one she wanted realized. Amy's orgasm waned, and she unlocked her gripping thighs from Charlie's head, the boy slumping back on his haunches. His grandmother's eyes were locked on that long, beautiful cock bobbing wetly in the cool night air, fully erect and dripping wet. "You've earned this, baby," Amy laughed darkly. She grabbed a pair of summery scarves she'd brought and had draped over the headboard of the bed, standing Charlie up and playfully tying his hands together behind his back. The horny boy was too drunk to resist, even as she fastened the other around his eyes, completely blocking his vision as he stood on very shaky feet, cock throbbing before him. "Oh, God, Amy, what the fuck..." he slurred. "Shhhh, baby, enjoy," she cooed, kneeling. He gasped as her small hand encircled his cock, her mouth closing over the tip, sucking. He tried to thrust into her, but she held him at bay, ruling the moment, and now bobbed her head back and forth as she knelt, pulling his cock into her mouth with long, twisting strokes. Trish could only watch enraptured as the beautiful young girl took her grandson's cock down her throat to the balls, marveling at her expertise. Amy blew him, watching Trish. And with her free hand, curled a finger at her. Trish took a long moment before shaking her head slowly, side to side, mouthing a silent "No!" "Yes, baby, yes," Amy growled, popping Charlie's cock from her mouth, he hearing words for him not realizing they were for his grandmother. "Enjoy it, baby, enjoy it..." "I AM FUCK YES I AM!" Charlie howled, swaying side to side as Amy slithered her mouth back onto his cock, curling that finger again at Trish. It seemed to Trish an out-of-body experience as she now walked into the room, very slowly, cautiously, toward the kneeling Amy. She found herself kneeling as well, close to the beautiful girl sucking her grandson's cock, watching it disappear and appear in that proficient mouth. Amy tilted her head to the side, watching the beautiful granny's transfixed stare. Amy slipped the cock from her mouth, twisting it slightly toward Trish. The astonished woman shook her head again. "You wanna cum baby, huh, you want me to make you cum in my mouth, do ya?" Amy snarled, jerking that stiff dick faster and harder, the squishing sounds of her pumping hand filling the room, and looking directly at Trish. "Oh..oh fuck yes..." "You like the blindfold, baby, your hands tied, making you so fucking helpless while I...suck...your...cock?" "God, Amy, don't stop!" Charlie howled, knees buckling, legs weak from liquor and lust. "Please...please let me cum!" "You got it, lover," Amy hissed, aiming his about-to-spurt cock at Trish's astonished face. Her lips opened. Then closed. Around that cock. Her grandson's cock. Her pussy soaked through her panties, coating her quivering, squatting thighs. The head, velvety smooth, the bulbous cap soaking wet, filled her mouth as Amy jerked it, sucking down, slowly, hungrily, her tongue washing over the pulsating meat. Now, with eyes wide open and tilted toward Amy's approving, smiling face, she blew him, slowly pulling her hand up and around Charlie's cock, Amy's falling away, a seamless transfer of power. She stroked him in and out of her mouth, just the way she'd done to her husband so very many years ago, the way she remembered most quickly got him off. She mimicked Amy's movements, twisting her hand in long, wet strokes as she pulled her grandson's cock into her mouth fully and then out again, stroking, sucking, an endless sexual rhythm that had the boy writhing and howling with pleasure. "OH FUCK AMY!" Charlie cried out. "THAT'S...SO FUCKING GOOD!!" Amy stifled a giggle, hand over her mouth, watching with approval the old woman sucking off her grandson. Trish's eyes were wide open, fixed on Amy, as she felt Charlie's cock thicken under her twisting grip, stroking and sucking him to completion. The first jet from the howling boy was thick, creamy and hot, gushing down her gulping throat, and now she held the head in her cheeks, stroking madly, letting her mouth fill with his endless cum. Amy came as Charlie did, fingering her cunt watching Trish work, and the old woman did as well, grinding her squatting thighs together, eyes wide open in astonishment at the copious load flooding her sucking mouth. Charlie screamed as he came, legs trembling, standing on tiptoes, his wrists twisting in the silky bonds of Amy's scarf and he unloaded what seemed to be the biggest and best orgasm of his life into what he presumed to be the sucking confines of his gorgeous girlfriend's mouth. He finally stopped, and Trish's tiny, trembling hand fell away. She backed off, letting the wet prick slip from her wrinkled lips, holding the load inside. "Fuck...that was...god, the BEST ever, baby," Charlie sighed, struggling to stay on his feet, his wet cock wilting before him. Amy framed Trish's incredulous face in her hands and kissed her. She parted her lips with her tongue, slashing it inside, groaning at the texture and flavor of Charlie's cum as the two beautiful women separated by a half-century of years, shared his bountiful load. Amy groaned into the mouth as she slurped cum out and shot it back in, Charlie hearing none of the sounds as he stumbled toward the bed around them, falling to his back, hands still tied, eyes still wrapped by the scarf. The two women knelt, hugging, facing each other, their mouths sloshing the juicy load between them, eyes open and fixed on each other, Trish's wide with fear, shame and lust, Amy's half-lidded with pure passion. Finally, they stopped, pulling their faces apart, a shiny, silvery bridge of cum stranding between their lips, dropping down and lacing into Trish's abundant cleavage. Amy smiled, dipping her face to it, lapping the cum into her mouth and washing her tongue over Trish's tit flesh. She finally stood, getting Trish to her feet. The two stood, hand in hand, looking at the slumbering boy snoring on the bed, naked and sated. Amy giggled, walking to him and untying his hands, removing his blindfold and swinging his legs up onto the bed, covering him with the blanket. She returned to Trish and the two women stood, kissing in the shaft of moonlight streaming into the room, tasting and sharing the remnants of Charlie's load, Amy lapping the sexy puckered cheeks and lips and chin clean. "Well, now," Amy said softly, walking Trish out of the room into the hallway where she pressed her against a wall, licking at her old lover's neck, working up to those cum-streaked lips. "Wasn't that..." "Exquisite?" Trish giggled, accepting Amy's tongue into her mouth and sucking on it. "Very much exquisite," Amy giggled. They kissed for moments longer, finally breaking and standing, forehead to forehead, smiling at each other. "I want nothing more, my sweet, than to take you back to your room and make love to you all night long," Amy whispered. "As would I," Trish sighed. "But..." Amy put a finger to her lips. "He's drunk, and when he's drunk, and especially after cumming like that," she said, "and in his grandmother's mouth, no less, he sleeps like the dead." "Oh, Amy, I don't..." Amy said nothing. She retreated to her bedroom, quietly pulling out her suitcase from under the bed Charlie was snoring on. She rummaged through it as Trish watched, and came out with a bag, walking back into the hallway. She smiled – and pulled out a 12-inch long, wrist-thick dildo, black and naughtily ribbed. Trish's eyes and mouth went wide in disbelief. "Oh my GOD!" she said in a throaty whisper. "Come with me, girlfriend," Amy giggled, leading her by the hand down the hall. Trish could only obey, trundling along behind her young lover, into her bedroom. The pair fell into the giant, plush bed, rolling into each other's arms, kissing madly. Amy thrust herself atop the writhing older woman, parting her thighs and rubbing the head of the massive dildo into the greasy, furry lips of her cunt. "Oh my GOD, Amy!" she howled as Amy knelt between her spread legs, feeding the faux cock to her pussy. "So big...I've never...holy SHIT!!" Amy laughed as she worked the huge dildo inside her, twisting it gently but firmly, burying it inch by delicious inch into the hairy, hungry pussy. She delighted in Trish's growls as she spread her thighs wide, Amy pushing the end of the cock to her own pussy and now fucking her with it in slow in-and-out strokes that quickly picked up speed. "I'm fucking you baby, fucking your hot pussy," Amy snarled. "And watch this..." She flicked a switch at the end of the cock nestled against her cunt. The big cock throbbed and quivered and vibrated. "It cost quite a bit," Amy laughed, continuing the thrust her hips back and forth, pounding the vibrating cock into her groaning lover. "But it was so worth it!" "Fuck me fuck me fuck ME!!" Trish screamed. Amy did, and then maneuvered into a scissoring position, splitting their legs and pushing her cunt and clit onto Trish's pussy, and the last inch or so of the magical dick embedded into the hairy quim. She held Trish's leg up against her chest, gyrating against the huge vibrating cock, feeling that leg tremble on her tits. Amy ran her tongue up the muscular old calf, suckling on the heel and feasting on the wrinkled sole of that foot, hunching her hips back and forth. The pair locked into a sexy, grinding rhythm, feeling their orgasms overcome them, twisting and writhing together, their pumping crotches soaking each other's until they finally fell to the side, exhausted and spent. They lay side by side, panting for air, and Amy slowly pulled the long cock from Trish's pussy, switching it off and bringing it to her lips. "God, you taste so good," she cooed, holding it between their faces, both lapping at the thick slimy gel coating the bumpy latex. They cleaned the cock of Trish's juices and their lips met. Amy tossed the dildo to the bottom of the bed and wrapped herself around the sweet sexy old woman, kissing her gently. "I should get back to my room," she sighed, running her hands through Trish's curly hair, kissing those puckered, sexy lips. "Yes, you should," Trish answered. And that's what would have happened. Had they not fallen into blissful, sated slumber in each other's hugging arms for hours. Until Charlie woke as dawn approached, somewhat sober and taking a long piss, returning to bed and not finding his girlfriend, his clearing mind racing with anxious curiosity as he walked out and down the hall toward his grandmother's room...