****** Raped Grandmother 2 by T.S. Elliot ******
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Raped Grandmother 2


Martin Fletcher was feeling good. Okay! It might have seemed to be an accident.
That was his story and he was going to stick with it. However he had just
managed to catch his grandmother nude, coming out of the shower. There she
stood. Her shoulder length grey hair wet and plastered down. Vivian was a
petite woman in her seventies. Just barely 5ft. Age or gravity had not affected
her tiny breast. From the brief glimpse he got, before apologizing profusely
for barging in, Martin saw that her stomach was flat. Also that her pussy was
only sparsely covered by grey pubic hair. Her legs were slender, while they
showed some signs of blue veins, there was no sign of any cellulite. Basically
apart from a weathered face (which was still very pleasant) and grey hair.
Vivian had a quite remarkable body. A body that martin was determined to have.

Martin was 16 now, but as long as he could remember his maternal grandmother
fascinated him. Martin's father had left him and his mother ten years ago. He
and his mother moved to live with his grandmother. This was not the first time
he had seen Vivian undressed. Not long after moving in with her he had
discovered a peephole in the wall that separated their bedrooms. He would often
stay awake, waiting for his grandmother to go to bed. Taking station at the
peephole he would jerk off as he watched her undress.

Martin was not a virgin. He had already had sex with a girl from school. He
liked and was attracted to his young school friends. But there was something
about his grandmother in particular and older women in general that really
turned him on. During the day he would often look at some of the elderly
matrons around town and wonder what it would be like to slip his hand under
their dresses and slowly move it up towards their crutch.

Martin was living one such moment when he was called down for breakfast.
Walking into the kitchen feigning embarrassment. Martin apologized to his
grandmother once more. Vivian brushed it off as an accident. Telling him not to
worry about it. While Martin was sat having his breakfast he overheard an
interesting conversation. In the following week there was to be a parent
teacher night at the local High School. Vivian was telling Martin's mother that
she would probably be very late tonight. That she had some papers to correct
and reports to write.

"I probably won't be home till way after midnight." Vivian told Martin's
mother.

This bit of news set Martin's mind racing. There was a possibility here. The
rest of the conversation was lost as he made plans.

As Martin followed his grandmother to her car his mind was racing. He still
managed to take note of her appearance though. Vivian was wearing a white
blouse buttoned up to the neck. A black skirt, the hem of which was cut about 2
inches above the knee. Her legs were covered in a pair of black pantyhose.
Martin would have preferred stockings but his exploration of her underwear draw
revealed that she did not own such things. Vivian also had on a pair of sedate
high heels. In the crook of her arm Vivian carried a black jacket.

To his surprise, Vivian tossed him the car keys. Inviting him to drive. Martin
went to the passenger side door holding it open for his grandmother. As Vivian
stepped into the car her dress rode up. Revealing a white pair of panties under
the pantyhose. Martin hoped that Vivian would not notice the bulge in his
pants.

It should be pointed out here that Vivian is a Teacher at Martin's High School.
She could have retired many years ago, but preferred to keep working. On
arriving at school the two went their separate ways.

It was fortunate for Martin's plans that his first two periods were free. He
was thus able to head into town where he picked up some things that he needed.
Returning to school he placed a bag in his locker and went to his first class.
They day dragged on Martin was full of anticipation for to nights events. After
his last class Martin went to his Job at the local drug store. Finally he
returned home.

Martin had dinner with his mother then went up to his room supposedly doing his
homework. It was about 10 o'clock when he wondered into the living room saying
" I'm going to make a hot drink mom, you want one?" Martin's mother Caroline
answered that she would like a tea. A few minutes later Martin returned with
the drinks. Caroline's drink however was not just tea. Martin had placed a drug
in it that he had stolen from the drug store. Within a few minutes Caroline was
unconscious.

Martin approached his mother and gave her a shake. No response! This was too
good to miss. Martin placed his hands on his mother's large breast. Then moving
his hands he went inside her dress, up her legs and felt up her pussy. Mussing
about the possibilities, for a later time Martin went up to his room, leaving
the house a few minutes later.

The figure that was roaming the High School later that night was one totally
different from the clean cut Martin. The clothes from the rag bin gave Martin a
homeless look. The fake tattoos on arms and chest would further help to
disguise him. The ski mask he wore Martin hoped would make it impossible for
him to be recognized. The other chemicals that he stole from the drug store
gave Martin the scent of an unwashed bum.

Having made a circuit of the school, Martin was sure that only his grandmother
was on campus. He made his way to Vivian's office. Pausing at the switch box
nearby, Martin switched of the main light switch. Leaving only a few small down
lights and the exit lights on. Enough light to see what you are doing. Not
enough light to recognize anyone.

Vivian was working at her desk when the lights went out. Inwardly she swore.
Seconds later she heard the outer door of her office open.

"Who's there?" she called out.

Then the door to her main office opened and Vivian was confronted with a shabby
figure wearing a ski mask. A wreaking stench assaulted her senses. This person
had not washed in weeks. Vivian was a strong-willed woman. She was not going to
be intimidated. She got up from her desk to confront this intruder.

Though only sixteen. Martin was a large strong lad. He was also determined.
With quick hands he lunged forward, grabbing hold of Vivian blouse ripping it
open. The 73-year-old matron screamed. Instinctively crossing her arms over her
chest. In a fluid motion Martin went under Vivian's dress simultaneously
grabbing hold of panties and pantyhose, viciously pulling them down.

Screaming frantically Vivian stood there with her arms across her chest and her
panties around her ankles. Martin picked up his grandmother and placed her on
her own desk. With his foot he forced Vivian's panties free. Her shoes flying
across the room.

Vivian started to plead.

"Oh please don't."

"If you leave now I promise I will not tell anyone."

"Please! Please!"

Silently Martin took hold of his grandmother's arms forcing her backwards. When
they came to rest on the desk he held them in place with one hand. With his
free hand he reached into his pocket and took out a knife. Placing the knife
between the cups of her bra, Martin cut. The bra falling apart revealing
Vivian's breasts.

Frantically Vivian tried to free her arms. Martin was too strong. Placing the
knife back in his pocket. Martin now takes out his rock hard cock. Vivian's
legs were already spread wide apart. Placing his cock on the lips of his
grandmother's cunt, Martin, with a vicious thrust starts to fuck his
grandmother on her desk.

Papers and other material were flying all over the place. Vivian was lying
there with her blouse open and her breast exposed. Breast that would respond in
movement to Martin's deep thrusts, like little plates of Jell-O. With her skirt
up above her waist, Martin could watch his cock slide in and out of his
grandmother's pussy.

Involuntarily Vivian's juices started to flow. Tears were streaming down her
face as she came the first time. Martin even through the haze of lust took note
of this. Thrust! I'm going to come Martin thought. Thrust! Oh yes. With the
explosion of Martin's sperm deep inside of her Vivian climaxed once more.

Martin withdrew and placed his now limp cock back into his pants. He started to
leave, but turned to view the form of his grandmother. Her legs hanging limply
from the desk. Her small well formed breast still in view. Turning Martin
finally departed.

Vivian could not recall how long she lay there after her attacker left. Slowly
her arms moved and grabbed hold of her torn blouse. Moving her arms slowly she
covered her exposed breasts. Using one hand to keep her blouse together Vivian
levered herself up. Finally standing she took hold of her skirt that was still
hung up around her hips. Allowing it to fall.

Martin had managed to get home without any problems. On his way he had changed
clothes and got rid of the rags. He had showered and was with his mother.
Having taken the opportunity to fondle her once more while she was unconscious.

She would swear that she and Martin had been there all night watching TV

Vivian was never quite the same after this incident. The police never found the
homeless youth responsible for the attack. Martin Finished High School and
completed a pharmacy degree at college. He now runs the drug store that he
worked at. He regularly fucks his drugged Mother and Grandmother.

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