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Grandma Celine

By: Oldlover69



A SATURDAY MORNING WITH CELINE

It was 7 AM on a sunny Saturday morning. I woke up, showered quickly, and returned to bed. I looked fondly at the woman sleeping on her stomach: her pink night gown was bunched around her waist, revealing her perfectly rounded meaty buttocks. Her blonde hair was sprinkled liberally with gray, befitting a middle-aged grandma. I gave her a long back, thigh, and buttocks massage. The lady turned her head towards me and asked:

"Darling, do you know what today is?"

I said, "Yes. It's 11 years we have been together."

Smiling, she said, "I'm glad you remember, lover. I've been very happy all these years."

I said, "Me too."

I am Alex Moore, a high school history teacher. Grandma Celine, the woman next to me, got up and went to the bathroom. I got up, put on a robe, and went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I placed the bouquet of flowers I bought in a vase on the coffee table in the living room. I was sipping a second cup of coffee while seated in a couch when Celine appeared dressed in a see-through black baby-doll outfit and black high-heel sandals: her hair was fluffy having been dried a few minutes earlier; she had on wire-rimmed glasses, bright red lipstick, dangling pearl ear rings, and a three-strand pearl necklace on her long, wrinkled, neck. 

"Thank you for the flowers; they're lovely."

Celine knelt in front of me, pulled my cock out, and began to suck it while fondling my cum-filled balls. She played with my genitals for several minutes. Celine then sat in my lap, and French kissed me while pushing her soft, sagging, boobs in to my chest. My cock became stiffer as I felt Celine's soft buttocks on my cock and her pendulous boobs on my chest. Gently, Celine grasped my precum-covered cock and snaked it in to her jelly-slickened pussy; she sat in my lap until her vaginal walls expanded fully and gripped my cock. After fucking for a few minutes, she got off of my lap, and led me to the cheery kitchen where she put on a white apron, and cooed:

"I'll make breakfast for you: scrambled eggs and sausage links; you toast the bread."

Like on many a Saturday morning, Celine initiated our love making; she knew I loved fucking her in the morning. Celine taught me to make love for several minutes with intermittent coupling; she loved to have my aroused, cum-leaking, cock, deep in her old pussy and reach at least one orgasm; I learned to let my cum trickle in to her pussy during our coupling, long before ejaculating a large load of cum. 

Soon Celine bent down in front of the stove to select frying pans, turned her head towards me, and smiled. I saw that she had no panties on her upturned ass and her aroused pussy lips were glistening between her plump buttocks. I rushed to Celine, grasped her hips, and snaked my erect cock in to her pussy; I fucked her for couple of minutes while my cum trickled in to her pussy. Celine slid away to pick four eggs from the refrigerator. When she was beating the eggs and scrambling them, I was able to again couple with her, grasp her sagging boobs, and fuck her for several minutes. 

After breakfast, I removed her skimpy clothes, made her lie on the kitchen table, sat in a chair, and licked her wide-open pussy until she had an orgasm:

"Ohhhhhh. Cummmming. Ahhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh."

Later, with me standing, I fucked Celine's well-lubricated pussy while savoring the sight of her jiggling boobs, her wrinkled skin all over her body, and my thick cock going in and out of her pussy hidden in dense, gray, pubic hair. Celine knew that I loved seeing her mature body and face while fucking her tight, juicy, pussy.

CELINE AND JIM 

When I was five years old, my dad died in an automobile accident. Celine Dubois Adams came with her husband, Jim Adams, to dad's memorial service. Jim Adams and his late wife had adopted my orphaned mom in Montreal. I learned Celine was Jim's new wife; she seemed to be a few years younger than my mom. 

Celine consoled me and stayed by my side during the long memorial service, while Jim consoled my older brother. She told me she had a three-year old son, Jacques, from her previous marriage. She took me to a local park, where she let me play on a swing for several minutes. She told me:

"Alex, when I'm sad, I go to a park to swing while humming a song I like."

Three years after my father died, my mom married a fellow teacher, Julian Lefevre, who was about ten years younger than her. Julian courted my mom ardently until she agreed to marry him. Our family continued to live in a two-floor, four-bedroom, house. I also spent many happy winter and summer holidays at our family cottage with members of Julian's family.

Julian taught history and coached the junior high school basketball team; he always cared for me. He was born in Canada to parents of French descent; but, he spoke English fluently. With his coaching, I was able to play back up guard on the high school basketball team. 

CELINE TAKES REFUGE

During the autumn after I turned 18, I heard that Jim Adams developed a weekend drinking problem and often became abusive by late Saturday afternoons. To help Celine get away for a while, mom invited her to stay at our home as long as she wanted to. Celine stayed in the downstairs bedroom that also served as a computer room. My mom told me that Jim owned a Canadian company that also had operations in Illinois, Michigan, and Ohio; Celine cared for her husband, and was hopeful that after counseling he would get better and be nice to her.

Celine was a beautiful lady: she was about 5'4'', 125 lb; she had dense, wavy, blonde, hair, and a pleasant face with large, gray-blue eyes, and a long neck. Celine inherited the high cheek bones of a Russian grandmother, and the thin and long nose of her French father. Initially, while dealing with her difficult marital situation, she stayed in her room dressed in loose and ill-fitting sweat shirts and pants. After a week or so, she began to jog three times a week in a sweat shirt and running shorts; I noticed she had smooth, well-toned, legs, and thighs. 

I did not pay too much attention to a sad woman until a day after Jim came to visit her. I was proof reading a paper I wrote on the computer when Celine walked in followed by Jim. Their minor argument, which began in a restaurant, escalated in to Jim berating her. Fearing that Jim might hit Celine, I got up from my chair and told him to leave the room. For a minute I thought Jim might challenge me, but he left the room glowering at Celine. Mom heard the commotion and talked Jim in to leaving for the hotel with her.

Celine said, "Alex, thank you. I'm very embarrassed you saw us fighting," and began sobbing. I held Celine in my arms as she sobbed on my shoulder, while pressing her bosom in to my chest. I became aware of the perfume she had on, her long and sexy neck, and her still firm boobs. I tried to lean away from Celine, but she clung to me for several minutes until she stopped sobbing. Still in my arms, Celine lifted her head, looked in to my eyes, and, after planting a quick kiss on my lips, said:

"After you finish your work, can you take me to a park?" 

I said, "Sure. I'm done working."

On the way to the park, Celine confided:

"Julian was like a brother since I was a baby. Actually, he's a distant cousin. He supported my marriage to Jim, an Englishman; my father was against it. Jim was a loving husband and helped me take care of my son. After his company had two difficult years, he started drinking heavily over weekends, and became verbally abusive."

Celine had on low-heel shoes and a long-sleeve black dress, so that a long walk in the park was not a good option. I drove to where there was a swing and, after she sat in it, I pushed her by her shoulders to swing back and forth. Celine giggled happily and said:

"You remembered I like swings," and began to hum to herself.

Standing in front of her, I saw Celine had her head tilted back; on the upswing, her dress ballooned to reveal the top pf her black stockings and black panties. 

After we picked up two bottles of water from a café, we went back to my car and sat with the windows open. Celine said:

"It's nice of a young guy like you to listen to an old woman's problems."

I told her, "You're not old; you're a good looking woman and a nice person. I'm sorry you are having problems." 

I held Celine's left hand with her wedding ring on it for couple of minutes and, when she did not pull it from my grasp, I kissed it. After returning home, we found a message that mom and Julian were going to come home late. For dinner, I barbecued hamburgers on Julian's gas grill and Celine prepared a salad. We shared a bottle of red wine with our dinner. Celine and I were relaxing on the living room sofa when she said softly:

"Be a darling; massage my feet," and placed them in my lap. 

She moaned when I massaged her stocking-covered feet. Later, she turned to rest on her stomach to let me massage the backs of her well-toned leg- and thigh-muscles. Celine moaned in appreciation of my massage. Slowly, I moved my hands to the middle of her thighs and stopped where the stockings ended. After a minute or so, slowly, Celine pulled the hem of her dress up several inches to signal I should move my hands further up; I massaged her upper thighs and the slopes where they met her buttocks.

Seeing her black stockings-covered thighs, garters, and her white, meaty, buttocks gave me a raging hard on that pushed against her right thigh lying in my crotch. Celine lifted her head, turned, and looking in to my eyes cooed:

"Wow! I did that to you! I'm an old woman."

I blushed and mumbled, "Not old. You're lovely. Very attractive."

Celine got up on her knees and quickly French kissed me; I hugged her tightly and kissed her long neck, and then French kissed her for a long time. She moaned with pleasure when I fondled her covered boobs. I wanted to lower her dress to kiss her boobs when the phone rang: it was Julian asking to talk to Celine. After a long conversation on the phone, Celine said:

"Julian thinks I can save my marriage. I hope so. I'm also worried about taking care of my son," and, after a pause, tenderly touched my face, added:

"You're a great young man. I'm sure you will meet a nice girl. I'm glad I spent an evening with you."

LOVING MRS. WALTER

The young women I dated were more ambitious than me and moved on to more motivated young men. Amanda Walter was a brown-eyed beauty I met in one of my American History courses. We went out a few times and each time she encouraged me to eat her hairy pussy to at least to one orgasm in her bedroom. In turn, she jacked me off, but would not let me fuck her.

Well before graduation, Amanda began to distance herself from me: Instead of being invited to her bedroom, I was being asked to wait in the living room where I either watched TV alone or visited with her mom, Mrs. Betty Walter. Early on, Mrs. Walter insisted I call her Betty and have a glass of wine with her. In a few weeks, I found out Betty was a kind and straightforward woman, who had been divorced for almost two years. Betty was about 45 years old, 5'2'', 130 lb. She had blonde-gray hair and brown eyes; she was buxom and had wide hips. 

I enjoyed visiting with Betty: she confided to me that Amanda, like her father, pursued aggressively anything she wanted; also, her husband made lot of money and had left her for a business-savvy, younger, woman. She had assumed he was happy in their beautiful home she worked hard to create and maintain. In turn, I confided to her that Amanda dumped me. 

With Amanda being away with her boyfriend most of the time, Betty was alone at her home and glad to have me around. I helped her with many chores and, before I went home, we visited over a glass of wine most evenings. After a few weeks, I noticed Betty was taking better care of her appearance. One evening, she looked alluring in a navy blue tank top and black shorts; her hair was done in a knot on top of her head. Betty smiled when she saw me staring at her chest and legs longingly, and asked:

"You like my new hair do?"

I replied, "Yes. You look great."

She then showed her college and wedding pictures in an album. Indeed, she looked beautiful; I said:

"You must have broken many hearts."

Betty blushed and kissed me on my cheek; I also saw a few tears in her eyes. I kissed her softly on her lips and held her in my arms for several minutes. 

Betty mumbled, "Amanda will be home soon. Can you help me in the garden tomorrow evening?"

I agreed and left. Next day, a Friday, evening was warm. I dressed in a tank top, shorts, and sandals. I went to Betty's home on my bike. Amanda was not home. Betty was in tight, denim, cut offs, and a low-cut, red, sleeve-less, blouse. As she continued to work in the yard, I admired her smooth arms and thighs, and large hips; she also had bright lipstick and smelled of freshly applied perfume. When she was pulling out a dead bush, she slipped; fortunately, I caught her by her waist and we fell to the ground together. Betty said:

"I think I twisted my ankle," and grasped her right ankle. I said to Betty:

"Your ankle needs to be cooled down right away. Even with me helping you, I don't see how you can limp all the way back to the porch."

Betty asked, "Can you carry me?"

I said, "Sure."

As I carried her to the porch, her right boob pressed in to my ribs, her top two blouse buttons were open revealing much of her sexy cleavage, and her barren thighs were in my right forearm. The net result was that my cock became rigid as it rubbed against Betty's hip. After I put Betty down in a reclining chair, I applied crushed ice to her ankle and an elastic bandage. After about an hour, Betty said:

"My ankle feels much better. I need to go to the powder room."

When I carried her in to the powder room, with a mischievous smile, she said:

"I can unzip my own shorts," and added:

"Let's have some wine. Stay with me and watch a movie on TV."

After Betty freshened up, she put on a red silk robe over her underwear; I helped her recline on the living room sofa and handed her a glass of Cabernet wine. After couple of sips of wine, smiling, she beckoned me to snuggle with her as we watched an R-rated movie. For several minutes, Betty rubbed my muscular upper arms. After she rested her head on my shoulder, I kissed up and down her slightly wrinkled neck. Betty moaned and said:

"It has been a long time since I spent an evening cuddling with a man. This old lady thanks you."

Next, I planted several soft kisses on her upper arm, left cheek, and then a juicy French kiss which Betty returned with eyes closed. I initiated another French kiss that lasted a long time and again Betty returned it. After we watched intently a romantic scene on the TV, I pushed aside her robe, found the right nipple protruding like a peanut through her red, lacy-bra, and began to suckle it. After a while, Betty whimpered:

"That feels good," and gently steered my head to her other nipple; I also grasped and fondled her other bra-covered boob.

After Betty slowly maneuvered to sit in my lap, she put her arms around my neck and pulled my head in to her sexy cleavage, and said 

"My ankle feels better."

Eagerly, I pushed my face in to Betty's ample cleavage and kissed it many times. Later, as I kissed Betty's cleavage, I reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra; her unconfined, long, sagging, boobs spilled half way to her belly. As she looked eagerly at my face, I lifted each boob, kissed it, and suckled it. After several minutes, Betty cooed:

"You're driving me crazy. I'm glad you like my sagging boobs."

At that moment, the phone rang. As Betty talked on the phone, she pulled my head on to her right boob. Later, she said:

"Amanda's coming home late," and added: 

"We can have left over roast beef or we can order pizza."

I whispered, "I would rather eat you," and helped a blushing Betty up the stairs to her bedroom. 

Her heavy boobs swayed sexily as she climbed the stairs. In the bedroom, Betty cooed when I grasped her boobs from behind and gently pinched her nipples. As soon as Betty sat in an upholstered chair, I slid to the carpeted floor, opened her legs wide, and pushed my head in to her spread panties-covered crotch. As I kissed her thighs and crotch, I inhaled her sex aromas mixed with her perfume; Betty whimpered and ran her fingers over my bald head. With Betty's help, I slid her damp panties past her wide hips to her ankles; I saw Betty had light-growth of straight, gray, pubic hair, surrounding her aroused pussy.

Betty opened her legs more and pushed at the back of my balding head to urge me to eat her pussy. Holding on to my head, she cooed and moaned happily as I licked her slickened pussy labia and clit:

"Baby, that's great. Greaaaaat. Liiick. Ahhhhh. Aaaaaahhh."

Betty had her orgasm sooner than I expected. After resting for a while, she went to the attached bathroom and returned in a sheer red robe. She helped me remove my shorts and underwear; I grasped her swaying boobs and Betty grasped my throbbing cock. Looking in to my eyes, Betty said:

"Get on the bed. I want to ride you slowly. It has been a while since such a big cock went in to my pussy."

I said, "Take off the bra; they look sexy just swaying."

Betty blushed as she took her time to push my leaking cock head deep in her love channel; after she sat on me, she sighed with a mixture of relief and satisfaction. Her pussy fit snugly around my cock that was continuously releasing streams of my semen-filled cum. I let my cock remain still as I fondled her sagging breasts with large nipples and kissed her wrinkled neck. While remaining coupled, I helped Betty roll on to her back and felt my cock deep in the grasp of Betty's love channel. Soon, my climax began in my groin and it rolled through my spasming cock as gobs of cum spilled on to her womb.

"Ahhhhhh. Fuckkkkkk. Ohhhhhhhh."

I rested on my hands and knees with my chest on Betty's flattened boobs. My cock remained erect and I began to fuck Betty's cum saturated pussy with abandon. When I heard someone downstairs, I paused and had my cock buried deep in Betty's pussy; Betty whispered:

"We should stop. It's Amanda. I don't want her to know you're here. Go in to the bathroom. There's a robe in the closet; put it on and wait," and nudged me off of her. 

Betty wiped off my over flowing cum off of her crotch, sprayed her perfume on her crotch, put on a robe, and left to meet Amanda.

I waited in Betty's dimly-lit, large, bathroom: In a closet, behind a stack of towels, I found a man's robe, a variety of dildos, and skimpy lingerie. I barely heard Amanda and Betty talking and giggling. After about 30 minutes, Betty came in to the bathroom, slid to the floor in front of me, grasped my softened cock in her small, wrinkled, hand, and cooed:

"Amanda's gone. She wants me to take her shopping tomorrow," and, staring at my cock, added:

"This guy needs help," and began to suck my cock.

I watched in awe as Betty sucked and slurped on my cock; I was turned on watching her wrinkled, lipstick-coated, lips around my growing tool. Licking her lips, Betty stood up and turned towards the bedroom. She squealed in surprise when I grasped her by her waist from behind, lifted her robe, and began to hump her from behind.

Giggling, Betty asked, "What are you doing? It's lodged in my buttocks."

I whispered, "Let's do it doggy-style."

As soon as Betty bent forward on the vanity, I guided my hard cock in to her still slick-pussy and began to fuck it in long strokes. As Betty watched my passion-crazed face in the mirror, I saw her sagging boobs jiggling in unison with my powerful trusts. I ran my hands on Betty's narrow waist and her wide hips. As I felt my climax beginning, I grasped Betty's boobs, and thrust my cock back and forth rapidly until it spewed gobs of my cum inside Betty's pussy: 


Grandma Celine



"Ahhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Fuckkkk. Ahhhhhh."

Before Betty came to bed, I fell asleep. Next day, Betty woke me at about 10 AM, and said:

"I have to get ready to meet Amanda. You can take a shower before you leave."

I joined Betty in the Lanai where she was sitting in a couch and reading the morning paper. As I sipped a cup of coffee, Betty looked alluring in a black sleeve-less blouse and a denim skirt that was pulled up. She smiled when she saw me staring at her bare legs and thighs, and said in awe:

"You want me again, so soon?"

I nodded my head and, after sliding to my knees, I opened her legs, pushed up her skirt, and buried my head in her crotch. Betty protested mildly:

"Here, in the Lanai?"

She soon moaned with pleasure as I kissed her silk panties-covered pussy. Betty whispered:

"I don't want my clothes wrinkled," and, after standing up, removed her blouse and skirt. Betty mumbled:

"You're insatiable," and pushed me to lie flat on the carpeted floor.

Playfully, for several minutes we wrestled on the floor, and I managed to remover her bra and panties. With a look of determination, Betty helped me remove my clothes, sat on top of me, and said:

"You look so young and handsome," and snaked my throbbing cock in to her pussy. 

Seeing Betty's sagging boobs and wrinkled skin in broad day light turned me on. As Betty fucked my cock slowly, I grasped her jiggling boobs with my large hands. After several minutes of slow fucking, Betty leaned forward and began to fuck me like a possessed woman. She moaned incoherently, as she fucked me with determination. Soon, as her tight pussy spasmed around my cock, she crushed my chest with hers in a bear hug:

"Ahhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh."

Several minutes later, Betty lifted herself off of me, smiled, laid down next to me, and said:

"I didn't think I would have an orgasm so soon," and nudged me to fuck her.

I lifted Betty's naked legs on to my shoulders, and fucked her slowly. I savored the sight of her jiggling boobs as my glistening cock went in and out of her wide-open pussy. I paused to savor Betty's twitching pussy massaging my cock when Betty said:

"Today is the second anniversary of my divorce."

I said, "We should celebrate. It's time for a new beginning."

Betty replied, "This naked fucking is my celebration with you. Amanda is taking me out to celebrate."

At that moment I knew that I was not yet a special person in Betty's life and I was lucky to be fucking her, a beautiful older woman.

I called Betty a few days later; after exchanging pleasantries, in a concerned voice, she said:

"Amanda called to say she's pregnant and wants to get married to her boyfriend next month."

For the next few weeks, Betty was busy preparing for Amanda's wedding. A few weeks later, I called her to offer my help with yard work, but Betty turned me down. She also confided to me that an older gentleman, a lawyer, has been calling on her. I realized that Betty found a wealthy man to support her and provide her with companionship, if not good fucking. After couple of years of marriage, Amanda discovered her husband was cheating on her.

CELINE AT MOM'S WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

I was lonesome and longed to meet a sexy woman who cared for me. I masturbated often thinking of Celine. It was early spring after I turned 24. I began to lose hair early and, by the time I graduated from college, I was bald on top of my head. Together with my light-colored hair, I looked older than my 24 years. After getting a degree in history, I was lucky to have a temporary job as a high school teacher. Meanwhile, my big brother married his high school sweetheart, and moved to Maryland; after couple of years, he and my sister had twin boys.

I also worked hard to become a good carpenter and used my skills to renovate mom's cottage on the shore of a nearby lake for year-round living. In exchange for that work, Julian and mom let me live in their cottage. I visited my mom and Julian often at their home, to watch sports events on their large TV and shoot baskets in their yard.

Julian was promoted to Assistant Principal of the middle school and mom to Principal of the elementary school. That summer, they were looking forward to celebrating their 15th wedding anniversary. Julian invited Celine to come to the anniversary party. One evening after Celine came to visit, I went to drop off groceries I picked up for my mom. I found Celine watching a show on the large TV in the living room; she was dressed in a grey loose sweat shirt and pants, and had tied her now shoulder-length hair in a pony tail. Somehow, she looked younger than I had expected.

When Celine saw me, she greeted me warmly, kissed me on my cheek, and said:

"Julian and your mom had to attend a meeting at the school." 

I said, "I am going to have a beer. Would you like one?"

Celine said, "No, thanks. I'm going to jog shortly."

I was glad she joined me at the kitchen table. Celine said softly:

"After talking to Julian and my friends in Illinois and Quebec, I have filed for separation from Jim. It will take a while for my marriage to end in divorce."

I said, "I'm sorry. But, I'm glad to see you here," and, after a pause, asked:

"Where is your son?"

"Jacques graduated from a university in Montreal. Jim placed him in a good position in his company; he works in Chicago and the company's headquarters in Montreal," said Celine.

I said, "I can't believe you have a grown son; you look young."

Celine blushed and said, "Thank you. You don't see the wrinkles and sags. I do try to eat carefully and jog. My mom was a ballet dancer; I inherited her good figure."

After a pause, Celine added:

"You seem to be in good shape. What do you do?"

I said, "I play basketball regularly and jog occasionally." 

"How tall are you? What's your weight?"

"I am about 6'2'' and 190 lb."

Smiling, Celine said, "You're weight is about 85 in kilograms. You are young too," and after a pause said:

"You will look good with a shaved head." 

When she returned without her sweat shirt and pants, I saw she had on a pink, tight, halter top and tight jogging shorts; I noticed she still had big boobs and meaty buttocks on a narrow ass. As Celine tied the laces of her jogging shoes, her tight ass was up in the air and her shorts went in to her ass crevice. As I was staring at the sexy view, Celine looked back at me, blushed, smiled, and said:

"See you later," and went out the back door.

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A few days later, on a Sunday afternoon, while mom and Julian went shopping, I went to shoot baskets in their back drive way. I also hoped Celine would resume our friendship. I saw Celine working in the garden and waved to her. After watching me play for a while, Celine asked:

"Can I try to shoot a basket? I played on the girls' high school team."

I said, "Ok." 

I noted she wore her blonde-gray hair in a pony tail, and a loose grey sweat shirt and matching pants; she did not wear her wedding ring.

Smiling, Celine asked, "How come you are not with your girl friend?"

I said, "The girl I was dating left for New York," and, wanting to change the subject, added:

"I am practicing for a league match at the YMCA this evening."

Celine asked, "What was her name?"

I said, "Amanda. She was a student at the university."

After missing several shots, Celine made a basket. Soon, we had a two-person game and were trying to play well. Celine and I went after a rebound and ended up with her tying me up with her arms around me. Suddenly, I became conscious of Celine's boobs pressing in to my back. Celine just giggled, jumped on my back, and held me tightly in a tight embrace. Laughing, I carried her to the basket and gave her the ball for a lay up. 

A short time later, after mom and Julian returned, we went inside to have tea and cake. Mom told me that Celine is moving in to a small house on her friend's property on the lake. 

Celine asked, "Can you help me paint the bedroom?"

I said, "Fine. I'll be glad to help," and asked:

"I'm curious; why paint only the bedroom?"

Celine interjected, "I don't like the beige color for my bedroom. I like pink."

AT THE ANNIVERSARY PARTY

That evening, Julian called me and asked me to accompany Celine to the 15th anniversary party on Friday, and I agreed. On Friday, I got dressed in dress slacks and shoes, a long-sleeve shirt, and a sports jacket; I also shaved my head. I watched sports on the TV while waiting for Celine. Later, Celine entered the room dressed in black: a low-cut, sleeve-less, dress that exposed her slim arms, smooth shoulders, and long neck, her freshly done hair came to her shoulders; she wore a three-strand pearl necklace that decorated the base of her neck, pearl-gold stud ear rings, black stockings, and black low-heel shoes. She had on bright red lipstick and not much make up. She wrapped a pink silk shawl over her bare shoulders.

When I stood up to greet Celine and was staring at her, she cooed, "Alex, you look so handsome."

I blushed and said, "You look beautiful and elegant."

Grabbing my arm, Celine cooed, "Thank you. We make a handsome couple. Let's go."

As we walked to my car, I inhaled Celine's flowery perfume. The party was in a room next to a lounge; it was attended by about 75 people. After we sat at a table, Celine touched my hand, leaned in to me, and said in a whisper: 

"The place is full. Do you know all these people?"

I replied, "I know a few. Most people here are colleagues of Julian and mom."

I became aware of Celine's thigh touching mine and her left boob pressing in to my side. Later, I admired Celine's profile: her long thin nose, large eyes, firm boobs, and great legs as she watched Julian and my mom being congratulated by many. Celine smiled to signal she knew I was staring at her.

As we ate our buffet dinner and drank wine, Celine and I talked easily about many topics. I saw many couples and a few in groups dancing to music being played by a DJ. Celine said:

"I have not been this happy for a long time. Let's dance."

We danced in a small group of happy people. Celine smiled as she moved gracefully to the music. One time, she lifted her arms up in the air to expose momentarily her smooth under arms and arm pits. Later, as we became part of a large circle of dancers, I noticed Celine was happy and enjoying herself.

As the party was winding down, Celine held my arm and said:

"I'm so glad to be with a handsome young man. I'm having a good time. It's too early to go home. After I freshen up, may be we can go to the lounge next door and dance."

I said, "Fine."

After we sat at a table in the lounge, I ordered a beer for myself and a glass of red wine for Celine. We watched several young couples dancing. After having a glass of wine, she said:

"Alex, dance with me."

I nodded my head and we danced for several minutes without making contact, just swaying to the music. When a slow number was being played, Celine moved in to my arms, pressed her bosom in to my chest, and placed her head on my shoulder. I could smell her perfume on her neck and wine on her breath. When I felt the swell of her boobs, my cock became stiff. 

As we continued to dance, I could not avoid my stiff cock pressing in to Celine's lower belly. She looked in to my eyes, smiled, and cooed:

"I'm glad I still turn you on. You make me feel appreciated. Thank you."

Celine added softly, "I think most women here are younger than me; they are about your age."

I said, "You are the most beautiful woman here," and slowly pushed my rigid cock lump in to her right thigh.

Celine smiled, blushed and, as she turned her head away, she pushed her thigh back on my cock lump. When we sat at our table, I asked her:

"Would you like another glass of wine?"

Celine replied, "Yes, please. Thanks."

After Celine finished the glass of wine, while we were slow dancing, I placed my right hand on her tight left buttock; when Celine did not remove my hand, I squeezed her buttock and left my hand on it. Celine smiled and rested her head on my shoulder. I saw she was breathing heavily and her face was slightly flushed. After couple more slow dances, I drove Celine to my mom's home. Before, she opened the back door, Celine said:

"Alex, thank you for a really nice evening. I see lights in the house. I should visit with your mom and Julian. See you tomorrow morning." 

After she quickly kissed me first on my right cheek and then on my mouth, she went in. That night, lying on my own bed, I thought of how attractive Celine looked that evening, her voluptuous figure, and wondered if she would be really interested in me. I jacked off imagining that I was sucking her nipples. I decided to continue to show her that I was interested in her, but let her take the initiative in having a relationship; I did not want to lose a lovely lady.

PAINTING BEDROOM

The cottage Celine decided to rent was built on a small hill above the lake; the backyard had a well-designed hedge for privacy. It had a refrigerator and minimal furniture in the kitchen, and none in the other rooms. From the balcony of the master bedroom on the second floor, one had a beautiful, panoramic, view of the small lake. I saw couple of suit cases in the bed room and a chair on the balcony; Celine must have been spending time admiring the beautiful view.

On Saturday, Celine and I began painting her bedroom early in the morning: I painted the walls and the ceiling, and Celine did the trimming. We both dressed in shorts, long-sleeve shirts, and caps. Celine put on tight shorts that showed off her firm buttocks. When Celine wanted to paint a high corner of the ceiling, I held the step ladder for her and got a good view of her pink-panties clad buttocks. Realizing I was looking at her beautiful ass clad in tight shorts, Celine blushed.

After we were done painting, Celine went to freshen up; she returned wearing a red, low-cut, tank top that showed her sexy cleavage and large boobs. Celine looked voluptuous; she smiled and blushed when she saw me staring at her sexy chest. After we each drank a glass of water, Celine poured wine in to two glasses. As she handed me my glass of wine, I could discern freshly applied perfume on her. Celine walked out to the backyard and garden, and I followed her. Once we were outside, she asked:

"Did you sleep well last night?"

I mumbled, "Not really."

Celine whispered, "Me too," and added:

"I'm renting this house with the option to buy it."

Eagerly, I offered, "I'll be glad to help you mow the lawn and trim the hedge."

Celine said, "Thanks." 

She took my right hand and led me through the garden stopping to point out various flower plants and trees, and a tool shed. After I carefully cut a red rose with a long stem and gave it to Celine, she hugged me and said:

"Thank you. It's been a long time a man gave me a flower."

Without thinking what I was doing, I planted a long kiss on her long neck. I was afraid Celine would get upset; instead, she cooed:

"The backyard has lots of privacy and is quiet. Someday, I would like to sunbathe," and, giggling, added:

"For now, I would like to just feel free." 

Smiling, after handing me her glass of wine, Celine reached back underneath her tank top. In a few moments, she removed her bra and put it around my neck.

Noticing that I was blushing, Celine cooed:

"I read your mind. You should be happy I'm braless."

Celine nudged me to face her and French kissed me. In turn, I placed my hands on her buttocks and squeezed them. 

I whispered to Celine, "You're a beautiful woman." 

She tilted her head back, as I planted several kisses on her long neck and then on her cleavage; I got more aroused after I kissed her stretched neck and inhaled her perfume-body odor mix. 

Celine placed her long slender arms around my neck, pulled my face in to her cleavage, and cooed:

"Kiss it, kiss." 

Shortly, after removing her right hand from the back of my head, she gently grasped my stiff cock lump in my shorts. Looking in to my eyes, she said:

"Last night, I thought of you and this hard thing for a long time. I'm glad you like me."

Deftly, Celine pulled down my shorts and underwear, and grasped my semi-rigid cock; she giggled when it became harder in her small hand. In turn, while French kissing Celine, slowly I pulled her shorts down. After rubbing her well-toned legs and thighs, I rubbed her panties-covered crotch and felt her wetness. I felt her pubic hair through the thin fabric and fingered them at the edges. 

Celine moaned softly, as I continued to rub her crotch. Slowly, I slid to my knees on a bed of leaves and twigs, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Celine had a dense growth of curly, blonde-gray, pubic hair. As I rubbed her upper thighs and hairy crotch, she moaned as her passion built. Later, she bent her right leg at the knee, lifted it, and pushed the back of my head until I buried my face in her crotch.

After a few minutes, Celine whispered, "Bring the tarp from the tool shed; spread it on the ground."

Quickly, I brought and spread the tarp near where Celine was standing. After Celine nudged me to lie down on my back on the tarp, she knelt next to me and French kissed me; she cooed:

"My body has been tingling since yesterday. Just lie there." 

Eagerly, I whispered, "Please let me eat your pussy."

Blushing, Celine maneuvered her body to first straddle my tummy and then slowly moved her naked crotch near my mouth. Celine crouched with her pussy above my face allowing me to see it as I ran my fingers through her blonde pubes. Seeing her pink pussy with protruding and open lips made my cock twitch wildly in my shorts. Sexily, Celine lowered her aroused pussy close to my mouth.

Holding on to Celine's plump buttocks, I lifted my head and licked her pussy lips and clit with my tongue; later, I gently sucked on them with my whole mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh. Alexxxxxx. Clittttttt. Ohhhhhhhhhh."

After her orgasm, Celine smiled, and cooed:

"That was great. It's been a long time since any one licked me to an orgasm." 

I mumbled, "I loved doing it."

Celine blushed and cooed:

"Let's go in. Take off your shorts. No one can see us."

Giggling and holding my rigid cock gently in her hand, Celine led me in to the house. In the kitchen, after tearing two paper towels from a roll, she sat in a chair. Slowly she removed her tank top and her still-firm but sagging boobs, sprang out. Staring at my pulsing cock, Celine rubbed the head on her nipples and brought my hands to her sagging boobs. As I fondled her boobs and pinched her nipples, she slowly pumped my erect cock. She paused occasionally to pour a few drops of red wine on my cock head and lick them off; she did not stop for long before continuing to pump my cock.

Celine saw the look of ecstasy on my face and cooed, "I'm glad you like it. I was afraid I forgot how to do this."

I mumbled, "It feels great. Don't stop. I'm close to cumming."

My cum flew in jets high in to the air; most of it landed on the floor, but some on Celine's boobs.

I groaned in ecstasy, "Ahhhhhh. Fuckkkkkk. Ohhhhhhhh. Ahhhh."

After my climax, my cock was still stiff and pulsing in Celine's hand. Sensing that I wanted to make love to her, Celine said:

"You are the first man to love me after my separation. Jim stopped loving me two years ago. Be patient until I sort out my life. Until then you can take me out on dates."

I said, "Celine, I'm fond of you. I can wait." 

Celine squeezed my cock once more and said softly:

"By the way, I assume you're clean."

Eagerly, I said: "Yes, I am," and pleaded:

"Can I kiss them once more."

Blushing, Celine nodded her head in consent and lovingly put her hands on my shaved head. I slid to my knees on the hard floor and suckled her nipples for several minutes, until she cooed:




Grandma Celine



"It feels great. But, that's enough for now. It's time to have dinner at your mom's."

On the way to my mom's, Celine said:

"I'm thinking of going to Illinois to see my attorney and bring some of my furniture. Can you help?"

I said, "I can help after school is over."

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On the following Wednesday, mom and Julian went to an evening meeting. Celine, who was dressed in a sweat shirt and shorts, suggested we shoot baskets and then she would help me fix dinner. We both giggled and laughed as we played. Later, after freshening up, Celine returned in a blue sleeve-less blouse, black shorts, and sandals. As we were having dinner with wine, I said:

"There's good team coming to play the State University team on Saturday; it's the last game of the season. I can get tickets for us. Would you like to go?"

Celine said, "I would love to see a basketball game with you," and added:

"May be we can get a drink afterwards."

I knew mom and Julian would return home early that evening, and we had to be discreet. Still, I hoped that Celine would let me fondle her boobs and, perhaps, let me eat her sexy pussy. After seeing my eager face, Celine set the ground rules: 

"Alex, no touching below the waist and we will not take any clothing off."

I steered Celine to the kitchen window from where we would be able to see Julian's car. After I kissed her perfumed neck for several minutes, I reached underneath her blouse and fondled her bra-covered boobs. When I unhooked her bra, Celine said:

"Didn't I say no clothing should be taken off?"

I mumbled, "I'm not taking your bra off of your body," and proceeded to fondle her just released sagging boobs.

Celine sighed and said, "I guess it's ok," and leaned against me.

When she felt my rigid cock lump poking her buttocks, she grasped it. I thought she might suck it and let me eat her pussy, so I slid to the floor and said:

"Please, may I?"

Celine touched my face and whispered, lovingly:

"I want it too, but not here. I'm sorry."

I got off of my knees, and resumed fondling Celine's boobs and kissing her arms. Celine giggled when I told her: 

"You have beautiful, well-toned, arms."

When I started kissing her under arms, she moaned with pleasure and lifted them above her head. For the first time, I realized that Celine also had sexy armpits. Luckily for me, she agreed to let me kiss them. She admitted:

"I'm glad you appreciate my underarms and arm pits. I shaved my arm pits this afternoon. Some women don't shave. Do you want me to not shave?"

I mumbled, "May be some day."

After Celine sat on a chair, I was rubbing her delicate toes, and well-toned legs and thighs, when she asked:

"Alex, what do you like about me?"

I said, "All of you, body and mind. I'm smitten by you."

I would have continued loving Celine, but she looked at the clock and said:

"Please leave before Julian and your mom return home. See you on Saturday."

After hugging Celine and French kissing her passionately, I went home.

BASKETBALL GAME AND AFTERWARDS

On Saturday morning, I cleaned the interior of my large, old, van. I removed the middle row of seats and placed a few cushions on the seats. After a light dinner, I drove to my mom's home. Julian and mom were glad that I was taking Celine to the basket ball game. Celine was dressed in a long, wrap-around, pink skirt, pink short-sleeve blouse, nylons, and flat shoes; she wore costume jewelry: a thin necklace and short ear rings; she also carried a light sweater in case it got cool. I put on jeans, sports shirt, and sneakers.

The field house was filled to capacity by fans hoping for a surprise victory by the home team. Celine and I cheered for our team, but in a short time the visiting team had built up a large lead in points. 

At half time, I just bought two soft drinks, and was carrying them to Celine when I was stopped by Amanda. I did not know she had returned to town. Amanda was flirting with me as if we have remained good friends. I saw Celine coming towards me with a combined wry smile and irritation on her face. Amanda did not see Celine walking towards us. Celine looked at Amanda as if she was an intruder. As soon as Celine was at my side, she took her drink from my hand, grasped my arm while pressing her left boob in to me, and cooed:

"Alex, it's sweet of you to buy me a drink. Please, introduce me to your friend."

As I introduced Celine to Amanda, their eyes met. I could not see the expression on Celine's face, but I saw that almost instantaneously Amanda stopped smiling, her face became white, and soon she left us. Celine cooed:

"Good riddance. She's a shallow person."

I asked, "What did you say to her? She left abruptly."

Celine cooed, "Nothing. I call it a woman's intuition: she saw something between us that told her to leave. She won't bother us again," and added:

"She's a good looking young woman; you have good taste."

I mumbled, "Amanda and I dated a few times. That's all."

As we went back to our seats, Celine grasped my arm tightly and put her head on my shoulder. About the middle of the second half, many spectators began to leave. Celine whispered to me:

"Alex, let's leave; it's too stuffy here; our team is losing."

As I was driving out of the field house parking lot, Celine whispered:

"It's a beautiful evening. I want to see the lake in the moon light. Let's go to my place."

I drove to the back of Celine's cottage and parked on a ridge with a view of the lake.

Celine cooed, "It's a beautiful sight," and, after a few moments, added:

"Hold me in your arms. I feel young. I want to make out in your van." 

Excitedly, I slid towards Celine and pulled her in to my arms. Lying in my arms, Celine reached with her right hand to my face and gently ran her fingers on my cheek, forehead, and cooed:

"Hi handsome," and French kissed me lovingly; it was a long, sensuous, kiss with both of us exploring each other's lips and mouth. Celine was a better kisser than me. After a few more French kisses, I slid my hand underneath Celine's blouse and grasped her lacy bra-covered boobs. I was ecstatic when Celine unhooked her bra and placed my two hands on her full, bare, boobs.

I moved to the back seat and helped Celine move too. I knelt on two cushions at Celine's feet and ran my right hand up Celine's stocking-covered leg to her thigh. When I felt the stocking was attached to a garter belt, I realized Celine planned to make out. Following a passionate French kiss, after Celine slid her silk panties to her ankles, I removed them, and stuffed them in my pants pocket.

I spread Celine's thighs. In the moon light, I discerned her beautiful red garter belt-adorned pubic area. I ran my fingers up and down through her dense patch of pubic hair, admiring their curly, long, texture. Celine whispered:

"I'm glad you like my bush. I never shaved it completely; I only trim the edges."

Still running my fingers through her long pubic hair, I whispered:

"It's beautiful. I love it."

I wet my index finger with my saliva, gently opened Celine's pussy lips, and inserted it in to her slick vagina. Celine moaned with pleasure and whispered: 

"Lick it."

Without removing my finger, I began to lick Celine's aroused pussy; she continued to moan as I licked her clit. Her pussy nectar got slicker as I also massaged her vaginal sheath. After several minutes, Celine clamped her strong thighs on my head; I pressed her clit with my tongue and her body convulsed uncontrollably:

"Alexxxx. Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhh." 

After several minutes, her breathing became normal. She cooed:

"That was terrific." 

After I sat next to her, as Celine gently squeezed my cock lump with her small hand, I removed her blouse and her bra; her large boobs shined like large globes in the moonlight. Slowly, Celine unzipped my pants, pulled my throbbing cock out of my pants, and licked the cum-slickened head. Celine cooed in awe:

"The cum is trickling out."

Much to my delight, she rubbed my cock head on her nipples, licked my balls, and began to suck my cock with determination driving me close to my climax. Celine sucked hard and her cheeks had noticeable hollows. Instinctively, I fucked her mouth.

I mumbled, "I'm close."

Celine pulled her mouth away, pulled several tissues from her purse, and slowly began to pump my cock; she cooed:

"I like to feel your big cock erupt jets of cum."

As I futilely tried to grasp her lovely boobs, my cock erupted jets of cum:

"Ahhhhh. Greattttt. Fuckkkkkkk. Fuckkkkk."

Later, I realized that Celine managed to catch most of my cum in the tissues. My cock did not shrivel too much after climax. Celine kissed it along the length and cooed to it:

"I like you too, but we got to go home."

As Celine combed her hair, applied lipstick, and sprayed perfume on her neck, she said:

"I'm sleeping at your parents' home until the fresh paint smell in my bedroom goes away and I bring my bed; I don't want your mom to see me all disheveled," and, after a pause, added: 

"I suspect she may know about our attraction for each other; after all, she married a younger man. Oh, I didn't tell you, Julian's mother was not happy he was marrying an older woman."

Later, Celine said softly: "You can keep my panties."

I mumbled, "Thank you."

CELINE CALLS HER SON

After checking her cell phone for messages, Celine said:

"My son, Jacques, left a message. I'll call him back."

After the usual greetings, Celine listened a long time with few words of her own in French. After, she ended the phone call, she said softly:

"My son wants to see me, to update me about Jim. He also wants to talk about his personal life. I have to meet him Saturday in Chicago. He said we will stay at a hotel near the airport where his company is given special rates. He made all the arrangements. Can you take me to the airport Saturday morning? My plane leaves at 10: 35."

Even though I was worried I will miss Celine and may lose her to Jim, I replied as enthusiastically as I could:

"Sure, I can."

In my parents' drive way, Celine touched my face, and said:

"I care for you, Alex. But, I have to go to Chicago for the sake of my family."

At that moment I realized that, while Celine was my lover and we cared for each other, she has a son only slightly younger than me who cares for her as his mom. I also worried I might be alone when the school year ended in a few days.

On Saturday morning, Celine dressed conservatively in jeans, a long-sleeve blouse, and sneakers. I carried her suitcase to my van. She looked a little tired. As I drove to the airport, we talked about my teaching job later at a summer camp, and other matters. As we approached the airport, Celine said:

"I will call you as soon as I can. Meanwhile, please check on my cottage."

Mom was tired of the cold winters in New Hampshire and wanted to play golf as much as possible. Julian was still in his late forties, but mom who was about 50 years old was offered an incentive package to retire. Mom and Julian decided to move to Nevada at the end of June to a condominium in a 50+ community near a golf course.

JACQUES AND LUCY

Monday night, Celine called and said:

"I had a long talk with Jacques at the airport and later in his hotel suite; his suite is next to my room with a connecting door and much bigger than my room. He was worried about my divorce and that he would lose me as a mom. I reassured him I would be fine and always love him. He said I looked very happy; I told him I met a special person."

I said to Celine, "Thanks. I think you are very special too. I miss you."

Celine continued: "Jacques reminded me of the prenuptial agreement I had signed. I would receive $2,000 per month maintenance allowance. In addition, I would receive half of the proceeds from selling our home in Evanston which was assessed at about $350,000."

Celine continued, "Jacques told me that he has been living in my home. He said that Jim moved to Montreal and moved his personal items out of our home, and has been seeing another woman for some time. I told him I suspected he had been seeing someone for about a year before we separated. Jacques was relieved to see that I was not upset. He then said I should take any furniture I wanted from my home. That reminds me, can you help me move my dresser and other pieces next week?"

I said, "Sure. We can rent a moving van and move them. I am off next couple of weeks before I coach in a summer camp," and I added:

"I miss you."

Celine whispered, "I miss you too. I feel liberated," and, after a pause, added:

"Get this, Jacques has a girlfriend; her name is Lucy. She works for another company in the same high-rise building he does. They met in a cafeteria in the building," and continued:

"She's a very attractive woman; short-red-hair and big blue eyes. I think she's slightly older than Jacques."

I asked, "Hmmm. An older woman! Do you like her?"

Celine said, softly, "Yes. We talked over a glass of wine. She just got back after taking her 12-year old daughter to Minneapolis. She's very nice; I could see she cares for Jacques," and giggling added:

"Accidentally, I saw Jacques and Lucy making out in his room."

I said, "That's interesting."

Celine said, "I figured Jacques and Lucy missed each other, and wanted to talk. So I left them at the bar and went to my room. After I was in bed awake for several minutes thinking of the many events of the day, I wanted to ask Jacques at what time he was taking me to my home next day. I was near the door between our rooms when I heard a giggle from Jacques's room. Quietly, I peeked in to his dimly lit room. I saw Lucy in a black, lacy, bra and panties; she was seated on a padded stool at the dresser and trying to unclasp her pearl necklace. In the mirror, I saw her alabaster skin contrasted well against the black underwear. Jacques was standing behind Lucy with a wet towel wrapped around his waist and, as she looked at his face approvingly, he was fondling her bra-covered boobs.

Lucy protested, 'Your mom's next door.'

Jacques whispered, 'She's asleep after a long day. I missed you the whole week you were away,' and began to kiss and nibble Lucy's neck.

Lucy smiled and cooed sexily, 'I am glad you would want me tonight. I missed you too. Good thing, I freshened up a few minutes ago,' and French kissed him."

Celine continued, "While looking at Jacques's passion-filled face in the mirror, Lucy undid her bra clasp and pulled the cups away. Lucy's big boobs spilled free and dropped a good three inches on to her tummy. In a split second, Jacques's hands were on them kneading them, lifting them, and pinching the protruding, stiffened, nipples. 

I was surprised that I was excited watching Lucy being loved by Jacques and she encouraging him to do so. I stood mesmerized watching Lucy wantonly helping Jacques.

Slowly, Lucy steered Jacques's right hand to her crotch and began to moan with pleasure. Jacques lifted his finger from Lucy's crotch and licked it. He nudged Lucy to stand up and, as he French kissed her, lowered her panties. After Lucy quickly slid her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them, he helped her to sit on the dresser. Mumbling and moaning endearments that I could not decipher, after sitting on the padded stool, Jacques kissed passionately Lucy's stockinged legs and bare, white, thighs.

Jacques looked in to Lucy's face for her consent, and seeing her open her thighs wantonly and nod her head, he bent forward and buried his face in her crotch. He must have been licking her vagina and clit because Lucy tilted her head back and moaned continuously with pleasure. Suddenly, she grabbed his head with her right hand and held it firmly against her crotch; for a long time, she moaned softly against the back of her left hand.

I was very excited watching Lucy getting a good loving. Slowly, I lifted my night gown and touched my pussy with my right middle finger. I felt my old pussy had gotten wet. With my left hand, I pinched my right nipple.

I saw Lucy smiling as she pulled up Jacques and kissed his pussy-nectar-covered lips. Her eyes opened wide when she looked at his crotch and realized he wanted her right there. I could not actually see their coupling, but I surmised some of what happened. Lucy lovingly put her arms around Jacques's neck as he fucked her slowly. Occasionally, he looked down to watch his cock disappear in to her pussy and come out all slick with her juices. Suddenly, Jacques held Lucy's upper body tightly against his belly as he rapidly and repeatedly plunged his cock in to Lucy's pussy and pulled it out. His back was covered with sheen of perspiration.

Soon, Jacques grunted and groaned incoherently, his pistoning movements slowed gradually, and his body slumped against Lucy's. He bent his head and French kissed Lucy. The lovers remained in each others arms for several minutes until Lucy whispered something to Jacques and kissed him lovingly. Much to my surprise, Jacques resumed plunging his cock in to Lucy's wet pussy.

After Lucy whispered something in Jacques's ear, he lifted her off of the dresser, and, without breaking their coupling, carried her to the large bed. Since the bed was closer to me, I could see Lucy was also covered with sweat. 

I was overcome watching the passionate love making. I returned to my bed and, imagining that you were plunging repeatedly your big cock in to my pussy, leisurely I reached a very satisfying orgasm; I came and came. As I fell asleep, I heard Lucy and Jacques laughing in the shower."

I interjected, "I just realized Jacques and Lucy have been living together at your home; that's why Jacques wanted you to stay at a hotel," and added:

"I wish I had been with you. May be we can watch adult videos together."

Celine cooed, "I would love that; pick a good one. Got to go. Bye."

Next day evening, I found Celine's message in my voice mailbox, "Alex, come spend a few days with me. Jacques and Lucy are going away Monday for a few days to Montreal. I'll have my home to myself. I made a plane reservation for you to fly here on the eight am flight Saturday morning. I can't wait to see you."

I called her immediately and left a message that I was planning on meeting her in Chicago.

MAKING LOVE TO CELINE IN HER OLD HOME

At the Chicago-O'Hare airport, Celine gave me a big hug and a juicy kiss on my lips. Jacques shook my hands warmly and, after I picked up my small suitcase, he started driving towards the Northern suburbs.

Celine said, "We are going to have lunch at a restaurant Jacques likes. Lucy will join us there."

Celine blushed intensely, when Jacques said: 

"After that no one will bother you two," and smiling added:

"I stocked the kitchen with plenty of food."

She managed to mumble, "We have to select and clean the furniture I'm taking with me."

At the restaurant, as Celine had mentioned, I saw Lucy was an attractive woman, several years younger than Celine and several years older than Jacques, perhaps in her late thirties. It was an unusually warm day; both Lucy and Celine wore sleeveless dresses. Soon after we were seated in a booth, Lucy put her arm lovingly around Jacques' shoulder. Jacques smiled, turned his head, and kissed her upper arm, neck, and left cheek. In turn, surreptitiously, Lucy was rubbing Jacques's cock lump in his pants; right away, I could see Jacques and Lucy were very fond of each other.

I was excited watching Jacques nuzzling and kissing Lucy's upper arm and neck. Celine's flushed face indicated she was excited too. Surreptitiously, I placed my right hand on Celine's left knee and in response, she opened her knees allowing me to rub her inner thigh. When my hand reached the top of her stockings, Celine clamped her thighs on my hand to keep me from moving it further.




Grandma Celine



Lucy smiled at me as if she suspected I was doing something to make Celine blush. After all of us finished our meals and had coffee, Lucy and Celine went to the ladies room to freshen up; Celine took lot more time than Lucy.

After Lucy said good bye to all of us, Jacques drove Celine and me to her home in a quiet neighborhood. It was a two-floor, three-bedroom, house. The stairs to the second floor were in the foyer off of the living room. Soon after Jacques left, Celine said in the living room: 

"It's warm here. We do not need any clothes," and started taking her clothes off.

When I looked at her, she smiled, and kept walking backwards in her panties and bra. After Celine reached the warm enclosed porch, she removed her underwear and was totally naked. I followed suit and got totally naked.

Celine jumped in to my arms, with her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and cooed:

"At last, I can have you," and started rubbing her boobs and excited pussy against my body.

After I slowly slid to the carpeted floor, Celine pushed me to lie on my back, and crawled until she placed her pussy near my face, saying:

"I've been very horny since I saw you at the airport. Then you teased me in the restaurant. I freshened up earlier. Now, suck my pussy."

Gladly, I licked her sopping pussy and sucked on her clit. In the bright afternoon light, I saw clearly Celine's wide-open, glistening, pussy and her large, engorged, labia within her dense, blonde-gray, pubic hair.

After several minutes, Celine mumbled:

"I want to come on your cock," and slid backwards to my crotch, and slowly impaled herself on my precum-lubricated stiff cock.

Rubbing her aroused clit on my rigid cock, Celine reached her orgasm and collapsed on my chest, mumbling:

"Ahhhh. Babbby. Gooood. Ahhhhhhh. Ahhh."

Realizing I had not climaxed, Celine changed to a squatting position and opened her thighs wide; it was exciting to see my stiff cock was embedded deep in her warm, slick, tight, pussy. I was driven to new heights in ecstasy. While I grasped her boobs in my large hands, Celine tightened her vaginal wall around my cock and humped my cock with determination until my spasming cock erupted deep inside her love channel.

"Ahhhhhhh. Fuckkkkk. Ohhhhhh. Cummmmming."

A few minutes later, as Celine slowly got off of my still rigid cock, she whispered:

"We both needed that," and stood up.

When I saw Celine's swollen, cum-filled, pussy, I wanted her again. Celine squealed when she saw me getting up, my still rigid cock swinging in the air like a wand, and my passion-filled face, and ran in to the house and up the stairs. Playfully, I chased her and caught her inside the large bathroom of the master bedroom in front of the vanity.

Once she saw our reflected images in the large bathroom mirror, she stopped squealing and stared in awe at my cock. She turned towards me, grasped my slick cock with one hand, and rubbed my muscular chest with the other for several minutes. Shyly, she said:

"You are a big, strong, boy; carry me. Put that in me."

I was surprised with her suggestion but delighted with the thought of carrying Celine with my cock buried in her snug pussy. With her arms wrapped around my neck, I lifted Celine up by her buttocks, and quickly slipped my cum- and pussy juice-coated cock in to her wet pussy.

With me standing side ways, we looked at each other and giggled happily at our accomplishment. I thought to myself: 

"It's so nice to carry Celine, like a big baby. She smells very nice. I love the feel of her lovely boobs against my chest and her plump buttocks in my hands. Her pussy is tight around my cock."

Celine cooed, "Your cock is deep in me. I'm glad my vagina is stretched fully. This old lady thanks you!"

I mumbled, "You're not old. You're my lover. You turn me on," and squeezed her buttocks.

Celine said wistfully, "My boobs used to be very firm with no sag. I see wrinkles on my neck and your strong young body. I look so much older than you," and added cheerfully:

"But, I feel stuffed; I love it! You like?"

In response, I lifted Celine's crotch and humped her pussy, making her purr and whimper:

"My God. My God."

I said, "My cock's leaking cum all the time."

Celine cooed, "I'm sure your spermies are leaking too. Good thing, I had my tubes tied," and added:

"Fuck me, Alex; I feel you're close to cumming. Let go."

After I lowered Celine to sit on the edge of the vanity, I fucked Celine's pussy in long, slow, strokes, and had another climax:

"Ahhhhhhh. Fuckkkk. Ohhhh."

Celine used tissues on the vanity to wipe my cum and her nectars leaking out of her pussy, led me to her bed, and removed the covers.

In her large bed, Celine cooed:

"That was awesome. You let go completely. I didn't think you would get so aroused seeing me naked."

I kissed Celine on her lips and said: 

"It's my pleasure to love you."

Celine said: "It's still evening; let's rest for a while," and a few minutes later, I heard Celine snoring softly and I too fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was about 9 PM and Celine was not in the bed. After I put on a robe Celine had left on the bed, I found her fixing chicken salad sandwiches for a light supper. She was dressed in a red silk robe and looked very alluring. When I hugged her and kissed her, she grasped my semi rigid cock and cooed:

"It feels like I'm on my honey moon. I thought my love life was over two years ago," and lovingly French kissed me.

Celine said, "I have a collection of sexy lingerie; help me decide which items to take with me," and, giggling, added:

"We should use your cock as a happiness meter."

Before I could reply, Celine cooed:

"I remember you liked me in stockings and garter belt about five years ago. You also like my armpits, sagging boobs, and hairy pussy."

I mumbled, "Yeah, they all give me hardons."

Celine said, "I have several outfits and we can have fun trying each. Let me put on one outfit and we will see how your cock reacts. Please put on the black silk tank top I bought for you; it's on the sofa in the living room. Wait for me there."

Several minutes later, Celine came slowly down the stairs; in order, I saw: she had on black-high-heel sandals, matching black stockings and garter belt, skimpy black panties, and a very low-cut black bra that did not uplift her beautiful boobs. Finally, I saw her smiling face, with freshly applied bright-red lipstick. 

Celine looked gorgeous and my cock became fully rigid in an instant. She hugged me passionately and rubbed my hard abs and shoulders for several minutes. Gently, she fondled my rigid cock, nudged me to sit on the sofa, and said:

"I'm glad I arouse you." 

She slid to her knees on the carpeted floor and lovingly sucked my cock for a few minutes. Later, she wrapped her firm, sagging boobs, around my cock. Celine then got up, sat in a comfortable couch in the corner, and slid forward to rest her buttocks at the edge. Smiling, she summoned me to approach her with her little finger, and opened her legs to form a wide-open-V. Celine then cooed: 

"You've been patient for a long time. Go ahead darling, drill my pussy. I've used lots of a lubricating jelly."

Slowly, I snaked my cock in to Celine's love channel. Celine wrapped her long legs and strong thighs around my waist. We fucked in a leisurely manner interspersed with periods of just staying coupled with my cock deeply embedded; during the still periods, we kissed and explored each others torsos; we also moaned and grunted a lot. After several minutes, as I was getting tired, I slid to my knees on the carpeted floor and Celine adjusted her crotch to stay coupled. Soon afterwards, Celine reached her second orgasm:

"Alexxxxxxxx. Cummming. Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."

Afterwards, I suggested to Celine:

"I'm not close to another climax. I'm tired. Let's go to bed."

In bed, I snuggled to Celine with her back towards me, lifted her right leg, and snaked my still rigid cock in to her juicy pussy. Celine giggled and said:

"That feels good. Lucky me, I am sleeping with a cock in me."

We slept coupled for a long time. I recall my cock slipped out and our juices dribbled out of her pussy.

During most of that weekend, Celine and I remained virtually nude and made love numerous times. Celine agreed to my request for my favorite position: doggy style in front of the closet mirrors. In turn, Celine liked me to simply drill her pussy while she lay on her back with her stocking-encased legs wide-open.

On Sunday night, as I helped Celine prepare a light meal, she said:

"That was a great weekend."

I replied, "Yes. We still have tonight. You look lovely."

Wistfully, Celine said, "I've not been to a hair dresser in over a week. My gray hair is showing, especially around the temples," and, after a pause, added:

"I know you don't see them."

I said, "I don't."

On Monday, I got up late. Celine left me a note that she was going to see her attorney. It was warm in the sun; I worked most of the morning in the backyard. I had just showered and put on underwear when Celine returned. She smiled, hugged me, and said:

"I signed the divorce papers. I am getting a fair settlement; I decided not to gouge Jim. The divorce should go through quickly."

Celine had on wire-rimmed glasses and was still fully clothed: black stockings and shoes; low-cut maroon dress; three-strand pearl necklace interspersed with small, hollow, gold beads, and gold-stud ear rings; she looked lovely and I was excited seeing her. She had put her purse and wide-brimmed hat on the dresser, and removed her shoes when I hugged her from behind and started kissing her lovely neck. 

Celine felt my stiff cock and cooed: "What turned you on?"

I whispered, "I see a gorgeous woman in glasses," and continued kissing her neck.

Smiling, Celine reached behind and grasped my cock in my shorts. As I unbuttoned Celine's dress and began to fondle her lacy-bra covered boobs, I wondered if I was forcing myself on her. But, I was reassured when Celine did not let go of my cock and squeezed it making it grow harder. 

I said, "I just like to fondle you."

Celine said, "Any time, lover."

CELINE MOVES TO NEW HAMPSHIRE

Next day, we rented a van and with Jacques's help loaded it with Celine's large bed, a dresser, and several smaller items. Jacques and I shared driving the van to New Hampshire. After driving about eight hours the first day, we stayed overnight in a motel, and reached New Hampshire late on the second day. Next day, Julian helped me unload the van and carry the furniture inside the house; later that evening, he flew to Montreal.

On the way from the airport, Celine said:

"Jacques is my love child. I did not marry his father. He turned out to be well-adjusted."

After her divorce from Jim, Celine changed her last name to Dubois, her maiden name. She started a home pastry/chocolate business which did well and supplemented our income. During the busy summer, I helped her clean the kitchen and deliver the goodies. Celine was a great cook: she served small portions with red wine. One evening, after one such meal, as we were rinsing the dishes and loading the dishwasher, Jacques called Celine. After couple of minutes of chatting, I heard Celine talk excitedly with him. After hanging up the phone, Celine came to me with a big smile:

"Lucy is pregnant," and, after a long pause, added:

"I'll be a grandma. I want to be called: Grandma Celine."

One night, Celine called Julian in Nevada and spoke with him a long time. After she hung up the phone, she squealed happily like a little girl:

"Julian and your mom are happy we are together. Your mom knew you had a crush on me for a long time," and added:

"Darling, why are we living in separate cottages? Your mom may like to rent her cottage. You can move in with me and help pay off my mortgage."

Happily, I said, "Fine."

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Dear Reader, thank you for reading my story. I will appreciate your comments and suggestions. FYI, I wrote several stories under a different pen name, but I like 'Oldlover69' better. Oldlover69