2 comments/ 266472 views/ 29 favorites Summer at Grandma's Ch. 01 By: flim62 It was going to be hell. Here we were, first week of summer vacation, and I was stuck. We had gone to visit my grandmother in Wisconsin the way we did most summers and some Christmases. That was OK-I liked my grandmother. I guess you could even say I loved her in the way that grandsons do. She was still young as far as grammas go and lots of fun. When I was little she let me help her bake cookies and gave me quarters and taught me how to count in German (her parents had come from Bavaria). She was going to retire in 3 years, but now she was still working. She went in early, so she got home around 3 or 3:30. And almost every evening we went out to the movies or to get root beer an ice cream, or something else that was at least a little bit of fun. During the day my mom would go and visit old friends and I would do a bit of work in the garden before it got too hot and then after lunch go to the library or loll around watching reruns and drinking iced tea. Like I said, it was going to be hell-not because of any of this, but because at the end of the first week my mom got a phone call. Her childhood friend Julie had moved to California a few years ago and she had invited my mom to come spend the summer with her. Not me and my mom. Just my mom. Mother made it clear when I asked her about it. "It's a girl thing-we don't want any kids hanging around." Julie's kids were gone for the summer an I would be "in the way." It did no good to point out that technically I wasn't a kid because I could vote and join the army, but my mom would have none of it. She just laughed. "We'll all know when you're a man, and that hasn't happened yet." "But what am I gonna dooooo??" I wailed, --- like a kid. "You stay here and take care of Grandma and her garden." I couldn't believe it. Grandma was fine, we had fun, but 6 weeks in a little (and I mean little) town where most of the teenagers had gone on vacation-not that I knew that many anyway, but the friends I had were both away for the summer. "You'll love it," my mom said. I knew that I couldn't be mad at her. Julie had invited her alone and it was pointless to argue about it. I couldn't go anywhere else because in the fall I was going to spend a couple of months in Europe and we were saving money for that. My mom wouldn't have gone except Julie insisted on helping her out with the plane ticket. So, after pouting for a couple of hours, I decided to make the best of it. I was pretty good at adapting to new and sometimes disappointing situations. For example, when my longtime girlfriend left me the year before, I was dating someone else within a week. So, pull up your socks and be happy. My mom left, and things went on the way they had before for a few days. I did a little gardening and watched TV. I also did the housework to give my Grandma a break and because I was good at it. I could cook and clean pretty good. After dinner, which I sometimes fixed, Grandma and I would do something together, even if it was just walking up to the city park in the cool of the evening and getting a cotton candy. I was still young enough to enjoy cotton candy. On Saturday we planned to drive into Dubuque, Iowa where they had a-wait for it-a shopping mall. Pretty boring summer, but I was happy enough. About three days after my mom left, there was a slight change. Or rather, Grandma changed. She became a lot less careful about - well, about shutting the door when she took a shower, or keeping her door closed when she was getting dressed. She started brushing against me as we moved around the admittedly small house and putting her hand on my arm or shoulder. Sometimes she hiked up her work uniform (she was a cleaning lady at the hospital) and unbuttoned the top buttons as she cooled off after work. I didn't object. There was nothing overtly sexual in her behavior-just slight sexual tension that, frankly, I enjoyed. Not that I did anything. Because I did the laundry I handled my grandmother's bras and panties, and I confess more than once I fantasized about some older woman-not grandma, but maybe one of her friends-wearing them, taking them off, and spreading her legs for me to fuck her. It was great jack-off fantasy. And, my grandmother wore stockings everyday. Never pantyhose, always, stockings. Many of them were the old-fashioned kind that required a garter belt. She washed them herself in the bathroom sink and hung them on a rack in the bathroom. Again, more than once, I had put my hand inside them and rubbed them over my face dreaming of sexy legs wrapped around me while I jerked off. I didn't dare wrap them around my cock in case I got spunk on them. (Once when she was at work I tried them on. It felt great, but didn't look so good in the mirror-I had a man's legs and the hair rather spoiled the effect. High heels probably would have helped.) About a week after mom had gone I was sitting in one of the armchairs in the living room, which was almost filled by two chairs, a couch, a TV, and a coffee table. A tiny room with doilies and knickknacks all over. I was watching some old show when Grandma came in. She was sweaty-as I was. There was no air conditioning and the temperature had hit 99 that afternoon. "Hotter than a heifer's butt," she said as she flopped I the opposite chair. That was the kind of expression she often used. I didn't know how hot a heifer's butt was and I didn't want to know, but I agreed. "Hot enough to make an Eskimo cry," I said, and she laughed. That's one of the things I liked about my grandmother-she was good humored. "Don't mind if I get comfortable do you?" she asked I was only wearing a pair of gym shorts in the heat and knew she must be hot with that sort of housedress from the hospital on. I figured she'd go change into shorts and a halter top or something like that. I'd seen her wear that once or twice over the years. Besides, she had the kind of figure that could do that without looking too repellent. She stood up, undid the buttons on her uniform and before I could say anything, slipped it off. There she stood 5 feet of front of me in her panties, bra, and stockings. That's better," she said, and she sat back down. "Don't look so shocked," she said, "If you don't close your mouth somebody will park there." Another one of her phrases. I closed my mouth, but I'm sure I didn't lose my shocked expression. It wasn't her body-that was just an ordinary (if there is such a thing) 60-year-old body, nice enough but not spectacular any way. "Oh, come on, I'm sure you've seen a million women in bikinis, haven't you? I nodded, still dumbstruck. "Well this is just the same thing." But it wasn't. First it was my grandmother. I'm not sure how I would have felt if she had put on a bikini. I would have expected a one piece conservative swimsuit. Second, a bra and panties is not quite the same as a bikini. It's the association; especially when a woman is wearing them. And then, her stockings. Already at 18 I was a fan of women wearing stockings. I adored nylon covered legs. And the garter belt and garters made them even more exciting. The inevitable happened. My cock started to swell. She leaned back and grinned. "Like it?," she asked. I didn't know what she meant by "it", but whatever it was, I definitely liked it. She continued smiling at me, looking into my eyes as she slipped her bra straps off her shoulder and pulled her arms out. Her bra was still covering her breasts, but it wasn't attached to anything. She pulled it off with a little flourish and said "ahhh, much cooler!" My eyes were riveted to her boobs. They were only about a size "c"-my grandmother was fairly small woman and they had fallen down onto her belly. The aureoles were brown and about as big as half dollars. The nipples-well you couldn't tell much because the weren't erect. "Ray?", she said, and I snapped my eyes back onto hers. "Look , Ray." And she spread her legs and lifted them up onto the arms of the armchair, putting her feet on the broad flat arms of the chair. I still couldn't move or talk. My eyes left hers again and went to her legs, which had suddenly become the sexiest legs in the world, but my gaze kept flickering to her panties, which were ordinary white briefs, but which had become wet from sweat. That meant that I could see the dark triangle of her bush. My eyes didn't know where to look-her legs, her panties, her tits---? My cock was still growing. "Ray, I want to tell you something. I'm an old woman, but I don't feel old. What I mean is I still have sexual desires. And, since your grandpa has been dead for 8 years I haven't had much satisfaction. I know it may seem strange to you, but I've watched you for the past couple of years, and I wanted to say this to you several years ago, but I didn't because I thought you were too young. Now I don't think you are. I want you to make love to me. We're here alone and no one would have to know. I know you could overcome whatever disgust you have for my body-I know you touch my panties and bra when you do the laundry and I've seen you rubbing my stockings on your face. If you just closed your eyes, I'm sure you could." To say that I was shocked is too mild. My head was spinning. Here was an older woman who wanted me to make love to her. She had seen me playing with her stockings. (I was glad that she hadn't seen me try them on.) But she was my grandmother! And God, her legs looked good in those stockings. She was in her early 60's! She had been watching me! She was horny! I was too confused to think clearly, but I managed to focus on one thought and find my voice which sounded unnatural to me. ""But you're my grandma," I croaked. "Ah, yes. I see what you mean." She straightened up in the chair so she didn't look like she was asking to be fucked. Still it was a little disconcerting with her half naked like that. "Well, ummm.. I guess the only thing to do is to be honest with you, Ray. You see, I was never able to have children. Nowadays with medical advances, who knows? But back when I should have been able to I couldn't." She paused. My mind was whirling even more now. If she couldn't have children.... "You see, Ray, Laura-your mom-is adopted. It was right after the war, and there was a woman in town who had a lot of kids. Here husband had gotten killed towards the end of the war and about three years later she had another baby. 'Course back at that time that was scandalous. She was going to leave town as soon as the child was born. Well, working at the hospital like I do, I knew when the baby was due and I knew she wanted to give the baby up for adoption. She was only 32 and she already had six kids, no real job, no husband, plus the shame... I think she was going to go back to her family. So I offered to adopt it. She knew me, knew I was a good person , so she agreed. A week after the birth we did the paperwork and I brought Laura Ann home from the hospital. So you see, you're my grandson, but we're not really related." I was trying to absorb all this information. "Does she... I mean did you tell...?" "Oh, yes, we told Laura from an early age that her birth mother had gone away but had entrusted her to Clarence and I. I'm all the mother she ever knew, so it wasn't hard on her. She went through a stage when she was about 16 , wanting to find and meet her mother, but we never could locate her, and Laura never really felt too bad about it." "And Bob?" Bob was my uncle, four years younger than my mother. "Well, he was adopted too." "Wow," I said. "This is a lot of to take in Grandma. I need to think about this stuff.." I stood up and walked over to the front door and out into the yard. As I did, I couldn't help glancing-well, looking for a few seconds at my Grandma. She was still sitting in the armchair with her boobs flopped down on to her belly and her stockings and garters on. I stayed outside quite a while, just kind of sitting in a lawn chair out by the garden. I was thinking. Thinking about what Grandma had told me about my mother and uncle. That was surprising, but not shocking. It made me see my mom in a new light, but I wasn't sure exactly what that was because it hadn't really affected her, at least as far as I could tell. I was also thinking about what my Grandma had done, taking of her bra and spreading her legs wide open just 6 feet away from me. I thought about what she had said-how she had been watching me, how she had seen me rubbing her stockings on my face, how she had wanted me to take her to bed. I also went over the image of her in very fine detail. I couldn't help it. I had never seen her naked before-or rather nearly naked, and I couldn't help reflecting on her body. She had short, curly, reddish-brown hair and was short, about 5' 4". A plain but pleasant face. Her torso was really skinny, not really all that attractive, but her tummy had a nice little bulge to it. Her arms were muscular from mopping hospital floors every day for 40 some years. Her legs were muscular too-almost stringy, but they looked great in her nylons. Her tits were -- well, just tits. Not big, not small, nothing unusual or spectacular about them. As someone with limited sexual experience, I hadn't seen that many live tits. One thing that stood out in my mind was her feet. You'd think that after standing on them at work for year they would be unattractive. But they weren't. She had slim ankles and her feet were small-I guess "petite" is the word, shapely, and looked like they were well taken care of. I noticed that Grandma wore toenail polish. And again, they were covered in those sexy stockings. So, as I said, I was thinking. Most of all I was thinking about what she had said. "You're my grandson, but we're not really related." Technically that meant that I could have sex with her without breaking the law. Or something. I didn't know these things. Who ever thought about them? But ever since I could remember and even before she had been my "Grandma". I tried to analyze my feelings. If she were someone else, what would I have done when she said she wanted to make love with me? Answer: I would have jumped her bones then and there. But she was my grandma About two hours later Grandma called me in for dinner. It turned out to be quite normal. She was fully dressed in a light house dress and she made no mention of her earlier behavior or of the things she had told me. We talked about her day at work and decided to walk up to the wading pool at the park after dinner to cool off. We came back around 10 and she went to bed. She had to get up at 5 to go to work. I stayed up, quietly watching TV and thinking things through again. I fell asleep in front of the TV and dreamed of gorgeous petite feet in colored stockings, nude, black, white, light blue, red... I woke up with the TV still on. It was 4 o'clock. I switched it off and stumbled off to bed. When I got up, I did my usual routine-cleaned up a bit, etc., but I didn't work in the garden. It was already too hot. It was too hot to do anything except sit in front of the fan and read or watch TV or just doze. I tried to keep my mind occupied because if I didn't I had visions of my grandma sitting on the chair opposite me her with her legs as wide open as they could go and inviting me into her pussy with the words, " I want you to make love to me." As I said before, I'm quite good at adapting to new situations, and by the time Grandma came home I had adapted to the fact that this woman was just that-a woman. No, scratch that. A woman who wanted me to fuck her. About three o'clock I took a cold shower-and I needed it. I had been getting hornier and hornier as I waited for her to come home. I dried off as best I could in the heat and humidity, and put on some loose fitting gym shorts again. Around 3:30 I heard Grandma come up the steps. She came in the living tiny room and just like yesterday flopped onto one of the big chairs. "Hotter than Helsinki," she said with a smile. "Sure is," I agreed. "Grandma, I've been thinking since before dinner last night about what you told me, and I just want you to know that it's o.k." "About your mom being adopted?" "Yeah, that, and ... and the other stuff." "The other stuff." She wasn't asking a question, she was making a statement. "Yeah, like you know how you want-I mean how you saw me... Oh hell, let me show you what I mean." I knelt on the floor in front of her, took her ankles in my hand, and lifted her feet up and set them on the arms of the armchair. This gave me an unrestricted view of her nylon-covered legs and her slightly protruding mound as well as the spot on her panties that covered her pussy. The crotch appeared to be wet again , from the sweat-or maybe not. She didn't make any move or say anything, so I started unbuttoning her uniform from bottom to top. I pushed it back away from her breasts which were covered by the shiny pink synthetic material of her bra. I hooked my thumbs under her bra cups and pulled out and up and her tits flopped free. I moved forward and took on boob in both hands and started licking and kissing the nipple which was already starting to get hard. Finally she moved. She put her hands on the back of my head and pressed my face into her tit. And she said, "Oh God, yes!" I released one of my hands from her tit and put it down on the inside of her thigh which I stroked, reveling in the feel of the plump flesh straining through the nylon. Then I switched to the other side and I began sucking on her left boob. Her nipples, when hardened as they were now, were about half an inch long. I flicked one with my tongue before attacking it again a sucking action. This made her moan quietly. I slid my hand upwards, past the edge of her stocking and found her panties. I slid my finger under the edge of them and rubbed the back of my fingers through the hair that grew there. She was till holding my head, but suddenly she pushed me away and said in a voice that sounded strained, "I have to have a shower-I'm all sweaty!" She pushed me gently back and stood. I put my hands on the back of her legs and ran them up to her ass which I cupped gently while rubbing my face against the tops of her stockings "Hurry!" was all I could say in a voice that must have sounded as strange as hers did. My cock had been getting ready for this all afternoon and I didn't want to wait. She had already shrugged off her uniform and was unsnapping her bra as she moved towards the bath room. "Come help me," she said over her shoulder, and in a second I was on my feet and following her. She was trying to get her garter belt undone and I didn't really help her because I grabbed her from behind and was kissing her back and shoulders while I massaged her tits. She got her garter belt undone, and pulled off her stockings while I dropped my shorts. She glanced at my cock and said "oh my God," again. I pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them and into the cool stream of the shower. She was like a kid, raising her face to the cool stream, shaking her head, laughing. But she wasn't a kid. She was a woman and she required attention. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed her ass, pulling her against my chest. I could feel her wet tits squashed up against me. I pulled her tighter and I could feel her mound pushing against my cock. She squirmed around so her back was to me and pushed her ass against my cock, wiggling it back and forth. She handed me the soap and I rubbed it all over her, kneeling down and paying special attention to her hairy snatch. She shivered a bit as I trailed my fingers down her slit. I rinsed the soap off her pussy and pushed my face close to her. The cool water was streaming over us as she put one leg up on the edge of the tub to give me better access. I started to kiss her snatch, and she grabbed my head and pulled me closer, so my face was mashed up against her hairy mound and her clean smelling pussy. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick her cunt. Summer at Grandma's Ch. 01 "Uhhhnnn, that's good , that's good," she whispered. Through the water cascading over us I could taste a faint hint of her pussy juice. "Let's get out and get comfortable", she said. She turned the water off and we both started giggling as we got in each other's way as we both tried to grab a towel and dry off I the tiny bathroom. Still touching and stroking each other we stumbled into her bedroom. We fell onto the bed where she lay on her side and lifted one leg into the air. I lay down behind her and slid my cock in between her ass cheeks and along her pussy slit. I pumped back and forth, not entering her pussy, just rubbing along it, coating my cock with her juice which was starting to run and coat her bush and her inner thighs. "Ray, if you're going to fuck me you can't call me 'Grandma'. You have to call me Francis." Hearing my grandma say "fuck" turned me on. Hearing her say "fuck me" turned me on even more. "Ok, --Francis-but I want to lick you before I fuck you." "Before and after ," she said with another giggle. "I'd forgotten how much I liked a man playing with my cunt." Again, hearing my grand- Francis talk dirty was a big turn-on.. I rolled her onto her back and knelt over her. I rubbed my hands over her tits, tweaking her nipples to make them even harder, then I lowered my face and began sucking on one of them. At the same time, one of my hands went down to her snatch and rubbing my finger along her slit, I found her clit which I began to massage in time with my sucking. She began to coo, also in time with my sucking and massaging. My hand was dripping with her cunt juice and she was making a wet spot on the bed. Breathing hard, she said, "Wait two seconds." She pushed me away and sat up, reached over to her dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of stockings. It only took her a couple of seconds to pull them on. "You like that, don't you?" "God, you know I do." She lay back again and lifted one foot towards me. I took it in my hands caressing it. I kissed her toes and her instep and her ankle, moving my lips further and further up her leg. I kissed her calf, then her knee, and then I was kissing her thigh. All the while she was kneading her tits with one hand and stroking her pussy with the other. As I kissed my way up her inner thigh towards her sopping cunt, she did something that I've never forgotten. She slid her middle finger all the way into her pussy and the slid it in and out. Then when it was dripping with her love juice, she slid it out and raised it to her lips and licked her own pussy juice off of it. It was the sexiest thing that I had ever seen. She continued to suck her own finger, but with the other hand she pushed my face into her mound. Her bush was dripping wet, and as she thrust upwards my face slid all over her pussy. I began tonguing her slit, lapping up the fragrant juice, running my tongue up and down her slit, stopping occasionally to flick her clit. She began whispering something that I couldn't make out, but her pussy was too delicious to stop. She was getting more and more excited, as I was. She was thrusting harder and faster now and talking fast in a low tone. "Now!" she said, "fuck me!" I needed no encouragement. I brought my face up out of the swamp of her sopping snatch and positioned myself over her. My cock was poised directly over her hole, and I lowered myself slowly down into it. She locked her legs around my back and I could feel the smoothness of her nylons rubbing on my skin. I kept pushing in until my balls were up against her ass. She was incredibly tight, but slick and wet as well. Now I could hear her. She was saying things in German, things I couldn't understand, but I knew what they meant. She was telling me to drill her deep and hard, to fuck her brains out, and to pound her, to pump her until se creamed and until I shot my load inside her deep wet hungry cunt. And that's what I did. Both of us were so excited that it didn't take too long before she let out a long moaning cry---"huuuuuunnnnh"-and began to shake violently. I used my weight on top of her to hold her down as she shivered and shook. Her orgasm pushed me over the edge and I began spurting hot cum into her cunt as she moaned and quivered in ecstasy. We came together and then lay still, neither one of us wanting to move. Later, lying beside her with one had resting on her still wet bush, I told her the truth. "Francis, I didn't know anything could be so good. I want to make love to you over and over again." "Not right now , Ray-you have to give these old bones a chance to recuperate before you jump them again. But tomorrow's Saturday-and I know my pussy is going to be hungry for you again." Not that it makes any difference what day it is. We've got a 5 or 6 weeks in front of us and I know I'm going to need attention from you every day. Just promise me one thing." "Of course, what is it?" "Don't go running off and fucking one of the girls around here-I want you all for myself." Summer at Grandma's Ch. 02 Grandma-no, I mean Francis, was a wonderful lover. She was horny almost every day. She had a very playful attitude-she wasn't too serious about anything. Now I'd always heard that older women were more "experienced" and could teach you all kinds of things. Well Francis wasn't very experienced. Apparently, from the few comments she made, sex was not a big deal between her and my grandpa, and what there was of it was a quick sort of "let's get this over with" in the missionary position. Now she was discovering a lot of the things that she had missed with her husband. And I was discovering along with her. She was willing to try almost anything. If she liked it, she said so. If not, she said so too. The same was true for me-it was easy to tell her what turned me on-or what didn't. She knew I liked her in stockings and she suggested that I bring myself off by rubbing my cock against her nyloned legs. She would lie on her back on the dining room table and I would put my cock between her legs which she would keep close together. I would pump in and out between her thighs while kissing her feet. I stroked her silky thighs while nibbling her toes, which made her wet. She enjoyed seeing me come all over her belly and she enjoyed having me kiss and lick her dainty feet until she was almost ready to come. Afterwards I would eat her or finger fuck her to a quick but intense orgasm so we were both satisfied. Let me just say that Francis was very careful when we were in public. We didn't hold hands or give any other public displays of affection. I acted like a dutiful grandson and she acted like my grandmother at all times. No one had any idea what went on behind closed doors On about the third Saturday after we became lovers we went into Dubuque as usual. We had lunch at a restaurant, and did a bit of shopping as usual. When we got back in the car to drive back the little town where she lived, she asked, "Could we go to an adult book store?" "I was surprised, but I said, "Sure, what do you want to get?" This was back in the days before VHS and all pornography was either on paper or on 16mm film. "I don't want anything in particular, I want you to pick out a couple of things. Just get two or three things that you like and we'll look at them together." How many guys have their grandmothers give them money and ask them to buy some porn to look at together. I felt lucky-though frankly I didn't need any porn. I had a warm woman beside me who wanted to fuck when we got home. . When I went in to the adult book store I found it well organized, well lighted, and staffed by two women in bikinis. A nice idea. There was also a big guy in black leather who was clearly there for security reasons. I picked out three magazines that reflected my tastes in porn. One was devoted to legs in stockings and pantyhose. Another was a story told with photos of a lesbian housewife and her adventures in the grocery store, at the hairdresser, with the babysitter, etc. And the third one was a magazine about women over 60. Great stuff. Francis didn't look at the magazines until we gopt home, saying she wanted to look at them with me. We entered the house and we both immediately stripped, then sat down on the couch side by side and started to look at the pictures. Our favourite was the one with older women-and our favourite pictorial was of two older gray-haired women in stockings, being pleasured by a younger man. . We forced ourselves to hold back our desire until we had looked through he magazines, but we never got all the way through the stockings mag. I had the real thing, and I knelt down on the floor, and pulled Francis' ass forward to the edge of the couch before starting to kiss her hairy mound and to tongue her clit, all the while stroking her stockinged legs. She came against my face, smearing her cunt juice all over my cheeks and chin. Three days later, I was ready for her to come home from work. We might not make love until later in the afternoon or evening, but we would fool around and get each other hot in extended foreplay for a couple of hours. I was wearing a pair of loose jogging shorts and nothing more when I heard the door open and I heard her call "Ray?" "In here," I called form the living room. I've got somebody with me. It's Rose, my friend from work." Francis walked in, followed by Rose-a woman who I later learned was 55 years old. She walked in and said "hi", but as she did so I noticed that she gave me the once over, letting her eyes rest a little longer than was polite on my shorts. I had looked at plenty of women the same way, but it felt weird to have a woman do that to me. But, I decided I liked it. Both women were dressed in their hospital uniforms, light yellow house dresses that buttoned up the front. They both sat down on the couch and Francis asked me if I could pour everyone a glass of iced tea from the pitcher in the fridge. As I went I into the kitchen I heard Rose say, Are you sure this is OK?" "I'm sure," said Francis. "Are you?" "I'm surprised but ready - yes, I'm sure." I came back with the tea and handed a glass to both of the ladies. Francis said, "Sit down, Ray, there's something I want to ask you." I obediently sat on the armchair and waited. " I've told Rose what we do here-how you make love to me and we satisfy each other sexually." I was surprised that she had said anything to anyone, but I nodded. "Remember that magazine that we looked at on Saturday-the one with the older women in it?" Again I nodded. "Well, I want to give you as much pleasure as I can and I remembered how much you enjoyed those pictures of the two women with the younger guy. I asked Rose if she would come along this afternoon and join us." Talk about surprised! I'm sure my mouth dropped open. I looked at Rose, who was smiling shyly, and she nodded. I couldn't believe it-here was my 60 year old lover proposing a threesome with another mature woman. Francis started unbuttoning her uniform, showing me that exciting view of her petite tits and stockinged legs. "Do you think you can accommodate both of us?" she asked in a teasing voice. "Come show Rose what you do to me. She slid forward a little, and pulled her panties to one side, exposing her pussy lips. I didn't really need any more encouragement. I knelt between her legs and started teasing her cunt with my tongue. "Francis sighed and slid forward a little more, saying "See, Rose, he's an expert at licking pussies." I didn't know whether I was an expert or not, but I knew how to get Francis hot and ready to come. "Show Rose what you can do to her," Francis said. "Start slow and build her up until she comes." I stopped licking Francis and turned my attention to Rose who was still sitting on the couch next to Francis, looking closely at her pussy and then at my face which already had some juice on it. She seemed a bit stunned so I decided to take the lead. I stood up, and my boner was apparent under my sorts. I took Rose's hand and pulled her to her feet. I led her to the center of the room and walked behind her. I put my arms around her and cupped her breasts. I pressed my cock against her ass so she could feel how hard it was. And I kissed the back of her neck with moist soft lips. She shivered and her legs buckled a bit before she caught herself. "Do you like that, Rose," I asked. She nodded and whispered "yes" in reply. I glanced at Francis who was caressing her tits through her bra. She nodded at me, smiling. I began to unbutton Rose's housedress while continuing to kiss and lick her neck and ears. She was starting to blush and breathe a little quicker and louder. I got her unbuttoned and slipped the housedress off her by pulling it back off her shoulders. I dropped it to the floor and immediately began kissing her shoulders while my hands went back to her tits. Just a word here about Rose's body. As I said, I found out later that Rose was 55, but she had a body that could have been 10 years younger. The only thing that gave her away were the wrinkles around her neck and her hands. Plastic surgery can cover a lot, but these are two things it can't hide. The rest of her wasn't wrinkly or too saggy-like I said, she could heave been 45. She was a little taller than Francis and flabby, but, not unpleasantly so. A mom's body. (Turns out she was married and had two kids in their twenties.) Her ass was big and rounded-like two volleyballs, but it felt great as I poked my dick into it. I couldn't wait to caress and kiss it. Her tits were big-much bigger than those of Francis and I had the feeling that they would flop when I took her bra off, though they were still firm enough. She had rather nondescript brown hair, cut short and nicely styled. She wasn't gorgeous, she wasn't perfect, but it was nice body nonetheless. You wouldn't look at it twice when walking down the street, but when you took off the dress and saw her, you wanted to fuck her. If you loved older women like I did. Her feet were nice looking but like her boobs, much bigger than Francis'. She was wearing pantyhose, and she made me want to come even more. Her pantyhose were silky and shiny and they had an oval-shaped piece of cotton in the crotch that covered her pussy, but her hairy mound was clearly visible beneath the transparent nylon. She had a very hairy cunt. Her bush was obviously trimmed back but even so it covered a large part of her pubic area-- a big dark triangle of hair. A thin line of hair ran up towards her navel before petering out and her hair also grew onto her inner thighs a bit. I walked around her, caressing her ass, her belly, her thighs, her snatch. Then I dropped to my knees in front of her and grabbed her ass and pulled her forward to my face and then began kissing her pussy. The cotton part didn't quite cover all of her pussy lips-I could see them getting red and swollen. As I kissed her cunt she gasped loudly. She began to moan as my tongue worked on her nylon covered crotch, my tongue pressing deep in the cleft of her cunt. She was quite loud and vocal-much louder than Francis. She was making a lot o f noise now as she caressed herself all over. "Oh, Yeah, yeah, baby, lick me, come on, lick me harder!" I had a feeling that when I made this woman come she was going to be a screamer. That was something I had never experienced before and I was eager to hear a woman scream as I pumped my cock in and out of her. But first I wanted to suck her tits I stood up and a she continued to gasp and moan loudly as I pushed her back onto the armchair. Her legs hit the back of the chair and she sat down suddenly. I knelt in front of her and leaned forwards and grabbed one of her boobs which had flopped onto her belly. It was big and heavy. They were much bigger than Francis' and had rather puffy nipples which were a rich, dark red. The aureole wasn't too big, and the nipple itself as a small cone of softness surmounted by a hard center. They were shaped like pencil erasers and about the same size, but with the soft cone they were incredibly exciting to suck on. As I rolled first one then the other in my mouth, nibbling them gently, Rose began her cries again. "Oh God, suck me, Ray baby, suck me take my whole tit in your mouth, oh, Jesus!" I couldn't get her whole tit in my mouth but I took as much as I could and she seemed to appreciate it because she began to writhe on the chair and beg me to fuck her. "I need your cock, I know it's big and hard and I want it deep in me, I want you to fuck me, come on , don't make me wait any more, fuck me hard and deep, I want you to cream in me, I want to come, I want to come!" All this was said in a loud voice, almost a shout. I stopped sucking her tits and glanced over at Francis. She was pumping two fingers in and out of her wet pussy and clearly enjoying the show that Rose and I were putting on. "Go ahead Ray, fuck her the way you fuck me!" The sexiest sound in the world is the sound of a woman =begging you to fuck her-or so I thought until I heard Francis telling me to fuck Rose. The sexiest sound in the world is the sound of a woman that you thought was your grandmother telling you to fuck the woman she brought home for you. The sound of Francis telling me to fuck Rose made my cock twitch and I almost came. I tried to think of something other than sex for a minute to keep from spurting my cum all over the inside of my jogging shorts. I stood up and dropped them and kicked them away. Rose's eyes got a glassy stare as she licked her lips as she saw my erect dick. I grabbed the waistband of Rose's pantyhose and pulled it down. She was sitting on her pantyhose so I couldn't get it over her ass, so I told her to stand up. I moved out of her way and as soon as she stood up she pushed me into the chair, pulled her pantyhose down to her knees and sat down on my lap with her back to me, guiding my cock into her wide open and burning cunt as she did so. She sank all the way down on my shaft and we both groaned with pleasure I felt myself sliding into her wet love canal. My hands grabbed her breasts. She began her loud talking again as she jiggled up and down on my almost exploding cock. "Oh it feels soooo good, God, I haven't had a cock in me for such a long time, my God, Francis you're so lucky to have this boner deep in you everyday, oh yes, push deep into my cunt, yeah, right there, right there, yesssss, oooohhh, oh God, right..." I must have just the right angle to hit her G-spot because she let out t a squeal and began shaking as she creamed. I was holding her on my lap so she didn't come off as she squirmed and cried out time after time. The sound of her squealing with pleasure and the feel of her tight pussy on my shaft were more than enough to make me come, but I exploded in her hot cunt even harder when I looked over at Francis. She was cumming her self, shaking as she desperately drove her fingers in and out of her cunt. Rose and Francis and I all took a few minutes to recover form our orgasms. Rose continued to jiggle her gorgeous ass on my cock, even after it went limp while I continued to caress her tits and kiss her back. Francis was smiling. "Is he as good as I said he was, Rose? " she asked. "Oh God, I want to take him home with me," said Rose with a satisfied, groan. "Your husband might not like that," replied Francis. "My husband wouldn't notice if I laid down naked on the dining room table and Ray ate me for dinner," said Rose. "As long as he's got a beer and the TV he doesn't want to know anything else." "Rose, I can't believe how hard you make me and how much I'd love to go home with you and fuck you over and over again. As long as Francis didn't mind." I glanced at Francis again and smiled to show that I was only kidding. Francis smiled back. "No, I would mind, Ray. You have to stay with me to pleasure me whenever I get horny. But Rose can come over anytime she wants and share you. By the way, how long 'til you can get hard again? I need an orgasm from a man." "It may take a half an hour or so-Rose really drained me-but I could eat you while we're waiting." "No, I want you to eat me," pouted Rose. Why don't you two sit next to each other, and I'll lick both of you-a double dip!" I laughed. And that's what we did. As I moved from one sopping cunt to another I knew that I would be hearing a lot more of Rose's squeals and Francis' dirty talk in German as I fucked them. The thought of two women with open pussies begging me come inside them made me start to get hard again and Francis got her wish for an orgasm from a man very quickly. Summer at Grandma's Ch. 03 The summer went on and the only thing that made me unhappy was that all this great sex was going to end when my mother came back and we went home from Grandma's. It was still hard for me to remember to call her Francis-when I had my cock buried in her or was flicking her clit with my tongue it was OK, but the rest of the time I often forgot. Not that it mattered much. And Rose came over after work two or three times a week to be caressed, nibbled, sucked, licked, and fucked into a state of quivering orgasmic ecstasy. Frankly, I was getting worn out, but I managed to satisfy all the needs of these two horny older women. But I knew it couldn't last. One morning, a couple of weeks before my mom was due to return, around 10 o'clock, I heard a knock on the back door. I wasn't really expecting anyone-I was just watching cartoons on TV, dressed once again in baggy jogging shorts because of the heat. I went to the back of the house, wondering who it could be. Almost nobody came to the back door except people who knew Francis and took a shortcut between two houses in back of hers. I opened the door and was surprised to see Rose. "Hi Rose, come on in," I said. "What's the problem?" Rose never came over except after work with Francis when she wanted me to fuck her. "No problem, I just need to talk to you." "Ok, come on in the living room." As she preceded me the few steps to the living room I noticed that she wasn't dressed in the usual yellow housedress that was her work uniform. I don't think I had ever seen her in any clothes except her uniform, unless you count her panties, bra, and often pantyhose. Today she was wearing a pair of longish shorts and a sleeveless blouse and sneakers. She looked like somebody's mom on her way to the grocery store. She was carrying a small plastic bag. She hadn't made any sign that she was interested in sex, so I just followed her and sat down on the armchair across from the couch where she was sitting. What did she want to talk to me about? It must have something to do with our love-making activities. Or maybe she just wanted me to help her plan a surprise birthday party for Francis. Maybe she wanted me to work on her car. I didn't know, but I was eager to find out. "Ray, I want to tell you how good it's been these past few weeks, coming here and being satisfied sexually by you. You're very good at what you do, and I think it's wonderful that you're willing to give all your sexual attention to two old ladies that are more than 35 years older than you are." "Well, Rose," I began, "I don't know why, but I really love older women. You and Francis are the kind of women I would fantasize about before my fantasies came true. You know that." "It has nothing to do with the fact that you don't have to make any effort - you just wait for three o'clock and two horny women to come and beg you to fuck them? You don't have to go out hunting for pussy?" She smiled as she said this, and I smiled in return. "That works both ways. You know if you come over here all you have to do is pout your lips and say "pleeeease fuck me" and you've got a horny 18-year-old to satisfy your every desire. In fact you don't even have to pout and say please-you know I've got a hard-on for you just thinking about you coming up the walk." "Fair enough," she said, still smiling. I can't deny that I'm having the best time of my life. What woman of my age wouldn't want to have a young stud fuck her every other day? And I enjoy how much you appreciate my body-- especially when I wear pantyhose-I know I'm flabby and saggy, and yet you don't seem to mind. But you know what I like best of all? I like it best when you look into my eyes as you tongue my pussy and make me cum. I like looking into your eyes while I'm coming." I had to agree. My favourite part of pleasuring Rose was when she slid her cunt forward to the edge of the couch and I licked her pussy as I gazed upwards, past the mounds of her puffy-nippled tits and into her eyes. It really got me off to see her face contort and her eyes go glassy as she came rubbed her throbbing pussy over my face. "Physically," she went on, "it's grand. But emotionally-well, I don't know. I know there's no relationship between us except the physical-I don't know you and you don't know me. It's not that I'm in love with you. I just want some attention that is just for me. Yeah, I think that's what I've been feeling. When we make love, Francis is always there, and although she approves and helps makes it even better by watching and talking to us, and I get excited when I watch you fuck her , I feel like you're not paying attention to me as a person. I feel like a sex object." I was surprised, but it made sense. Perhaps my main reason for doing such a good job in pleasing Rose was to make things even more exciting for Francis. I had a relationship with her-I had thought for 18 years that she was my grandmother-and I was genuinely fond of her even when we weren't having sex. Maybe I hadn't paid enough attention to the person named Rose and had just used her as a sex partner. "I see what you mean, Rose. I hadn't really thought of that and I'm sorry. You're right, I don't know you and I should -- I should be your friend as well as your sex partner." "My personal fuck machine, you mean," said Rose, smiling. But I noticed that her eyes were moist like she was going to cry. Now at age 18 I can't claim that I had a lot of emotional insight, but I could see that Rose needed a sympathetic ear right now, so I said, "Tell about me yourself, Rose." "Oh, Ray, what's to tell? I'm 55, I've got two kids in college, and I've got a husband who doesn't even know I exist unless dinner's late. He's a good man-he doesn't drink or run around on me, provides a good income for us, likes my family, doesn't try to control me, but he hasn't looked at me for 5 years and hasn't touched me for at least that long. We never argue, but if we did at least I'd know he was alive. But, when he's gone-he went on a business trip last year-I know there's something missing in my life. I guess I'm just an old boring married woman." "Rose, I can't help you with your husband." True, you're old-older-and married, but let me tell you truthfully, you're anything but boring. When I start to kiss your neck and caress your ass, you come alive. What do you want me to say?" She thought for a minute. "You know, I've got a comfortable life. I'm not unhappy. But sex is pretty much missing. That's why I'm enjoying everything you do to me so much. I know it won't last, but I'm taking advantage of it while I can. I guess I'm using you as - a sex object." "Hey, I don't mind-I like being your sex object. I know as well as you do that this isn't going to last forever-just a couple more weeks, but like you, I'm taking advantage of fucking two gorgeous older ladies while I can." I reached over and took her hand. She was starting to sniff and wipe her eyes. "Ray, will you make love to me? Just me? Just give me your full attention while you make love to me?" "Of course, Rose." I stood up, a bit unsure of what to do. "Hold on, I brought something special for you. Wait here." She stood up and took her plastic bag and walked toward the bedroom. "I'll be back in a jiffy." True to her word, she came back in a bout 5 minutes. My cock, which had been waking up thinking about fucking her now got even harder. She had put on make-up, nothing too obvious, but some eye makeup and some pink lipstick. She was wearing a burgundy teddy and matching panties made of some kind of satin material. She had on black stockings and burgundy stiletto heels that matched her teddy. She had also put on some perfume. She strolled back into the living room, stuck out her ass and poked her tits forward, pouted and said, "What do you think?" What I thought is I'd like to throw her down, suck her nipples, lick her cunt until she was ready to scream, then fuck her every which way but loose. She looked gorgeous. But what I said was, "You look gorgeous!" She smiled and walked over to where I was sitting and put one foot up on the chair. "Do you like my legs?" she asked. "I'm wearing genuine silk stockings." "I adore your legs," I said with feeling. And to prove it I started kissing the one closest to my face while I ran my hand up and down the silky length of the other one, making sure to cup and squeeze her ass cheek each time my hand got to the top of her leg. I understood for the first time the difference between the feel of silk and nylon, and believe me, I prefer silk. I caressed her legs for several minutes as she gently caressed my head and face with her hands. I was really getting hard as I continued to kiss and lick her legs. I put both hands on them and slid them up and down while kissing her calves, her knees, and her thighs. Her inner thighs were flabby enough for me to take some flesh in my mouth and suck on it. Then I had an idea. I knew that Francis loved me to suck her toes, but I had never done this to Rose. I stood up and told Rose to sit in the armchair. Then I took one of her feet and slipped of the high heel and began kissing and licking her foot. And she loved it. She sighed an immediately started breathing heavily while I continued to give her feet loving attention. I took her silky toes in my mouth and I sucked them as I looked in her eyes. She had a dreamy look on her face and her hand wandered to her panties and she slid her fingers inside. I continued to kiss and lick her nylon covered feet while caressing her legs, but then, when she started to slide her finger into her own pussy, I decided to change tactics. I moved forward so I was closer to her and pushed her legs farther apart. I gently took her hand from her pussy and licked the finger that was coated with her own love juice. She sighed and said, "What are you going to do to me now?" Instead of replying I leaned forward, pushed her teddy aside, and put both hands on one of her big tits, raised it off her belly, and began poking the puffy nipple with my tongue. "Rose, you make me want to come on you r tits." "I'd love you to cream all over my tits, but please wait-I want to feel you coming deep in my pussy." "How could I refuse such a request from such a gorgeous woman?" I asked. I looked into her eyes so she could see what she was doing to me, -- and so I could see the lust in her eyes, I leaned forward again and began licking and sucking her incredible tits. They were large-DD at least, and the flopped on to her belly, but that was from gravity-they were still quite full and firm and she clearly enjoyed having me pay oral attention to them. "As before, she became quite loud and vocal. "Yes, yes, yes, suck me, suck me hard oh Jesus, it feels so good when you suck my nipple into your mouth and then lick them-yes, like that aaaahhhh!" Her hand was going back down to her pussy again, but I wanted her to do something else. "Rose, here-"and I took her big boob and pushed it upwards towards her mouth. She looked surprised. I found it hard to believe that she had never sucked her own tits. I pushed it up until the nipple was just half an inch from her mouth. "Go on, Rose, I want to see you lick your own nipple." She took her boob in her hands, pushed it up as far it would go, and lowered her head a little. She stuck out her tongue and gave a tentative lick. "Come on," I urged her. She licked it again and then with a bit of effort, pushed her tit up far enough to take her nipple all the way into her mouth. I don't know how hard a dick can get, but mine must have been approaching the limit. This was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Francis couldn't do it-her tits were only the size of tennis balls, but Rose, with her tits like small cantaloupes, could suck on her own nipples! I positioned myself so I could lick the other one, and then, in a moment of inspiration, I moved over to the one that she was licking and sucking and I said, "Let's lick it together." I was about to come. I licked one side of her big nipple while she licked the other side and our tongues met on it. Suddenly I wanted her tongue in my mouth. I shifted a bit and moved my mouth on to hers. I had never kissed such an old woman before, but it was just like kissing my teenage girlfriend but better. Her tongue was warm and eager and played with mine. Sometimes she drew back a little and stuck her tongue out for me to lick, other times she drove her deep into my mouth, licking like there was no tomorrow. It drove me wild. While this sexy kissing was going on she took one of my hands in hers and moved it down to her pussy which was dripping wet and wide open. She placed the back of my hand in her palm and folded our fingers down so the middle finger of both of our hands was extended. Then she slid our fingers into her wet snatch, pushing them in deep. This was a new and incredible experience for me-fingering a woman's cunt with my finger and hers in together. We wiggled our fingers in side her cunt, and I could feel hers all wet with her pussy juice. I tried to find her G-spot as she rhythmically slid our fingers in and out of her love hole. I wanted to eat her pussy but I couldn't wait anymore. "Rose, I'm getting ready to come-I need to fuck you quick!" I said. She stopped playing with her tits, slid our fingers out of her pussy and got on her hands and knees on the floor in front of the chair, with her elbows on the seat. "Fuck me now, -- hard and deep!" She stuck her ass in the air and I could see her pussy waiting for me to enter it. I couldn't resist-I knelt behind her and lowered my head and gave it a quick lick. I drove my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could and she shuddered. But she wanted something else. "Put your big cock in me and pound me-fuck me hard, I want to come, please fuck me good, aaaahhhhhhh!" She let out a loud extended moan as I rammed my hard cock deep into her. I grabbed her hips and started pumping hard, slamming against her ass with a smacking sound as she cried out in pleasure. I didn't take long before I exclaimed, "Rose, I'm going to come!" "Oh yes, oh God, come in me, I'm coming too," she wailed. We came together and of course when you're in that state you can't keep track of time, so it seemed like forever that I jerked and twitched inside her warm wetness while she shivered and shook and moaned. I collapsed on her back and gently kissed and licked it. "Don't move!" she commanded, "I like your cock there." We stayed like that long time. While we were laying there she asked me, "Ray, do you like me?" And for once in my life I said the right thing: "Yes." I understood that that was what she had been after. Not the sex, though that was great, but somebody to like her for who she was. And I did. When Francis came home later that day I felt a little guilty. I hadn't actually gone out looking for pussy my own age-I hadn't gone out at all-- but I hadn't exactly kept myself for her alone. As usual, she had a shower, put her stockings and garter belt back on, and then came and sat on my lap, toying with her boobs. "So, what'd you do today-trim the bushes?" I knew she was joking. "Uh, Francis-I uh-well, I've got to tell you something. Uh, Rose came over this morning and uh, she wanted me to make love to her, and Uh-I did. I'm sorry, I didn't think you mind, I..." I stopped. Francis was laughing quietly. "Who do you think suggested that she come over?" "You...?" And then I saw the humor of it too. "That was generous of you," I said. "I just asked her to come over early enough so that you'd have time to recover and fuck me silly this afternoon." And that's what I did. When my mom came back from California a few days later she was happy. She had had a good time with her old friend. She asked me how things had gone. "Not too bored?" she asked. "No, I - I kept busy." And that's all I said.