"Fuck me, you're good," I moaned into my grandson's ear. He just grinned as he pounded my pussy with his hard rod, igniting an unquenchable fire. I screamed out an orgasm. I'd lost track of how many times I'd cum. I dug my nails in his back and dug my heels in his butt. He responded by exploding a cream bomb in my pussy, sending me over the edge. Again.
I held Brandon as he lay on top of me, his hot breath on my ear. I stroked his hair. He ground his pelvis against me. His rod was still hard. We made love slowly, grinding languidly. As we kissed, our tongues danced a sensual tango.
Brandon leaned up and began pumping into me at a faster pace. He was really putting his back into it. His eyes were shut tight and he was breathing hard. I stretched my legs wider and lifted my hips, and he drove into me even deeper. I was groaning like a horny puma.
I visualized his hard rod in my pussy. It's meaty stiffness, like a cream-filled salami. Suddenly I was hungry for Brandon's cream-filled salami. I pulled Brandon down to me. "I need to suck you off," I breathed into his ear. Brandon pulled out of me with a plop and lay on his back. My mouth sank on his rigid pole and I bobbed my head up and down, my fingers holding the base.
As my lips dragged up and down his member, Brandon clutched a handful of my hair. His body went stiff with a jerk. And then he was hosing the back of my throat with his seed. I clutched his butt in my hands and pulled him even farther down my throat.
After I'd swallowed all of Brandon's cum and spit-shined his rod we collapsed in a tangle of limbs. I was spent. I wanted to get home eat and take a nap. All this activity had stirred up a ferocious appetite. And I was a little tired. A nap would revive me.
I tossed him his clothes. Soon we were riding our bikes back home.
I fixed us sandwiches, leftover potato salad and cantaloupe. I caught Brandon ogling my cantaloupes. I grinned. "Help me clean up and we can take a shower," I suggested. He readily agreed.
Thinking about the night ahead I shouted to him if he'd go out on a dinner-and-a-movie date with me? He thought it was a wonderful idea. It had been years since Ted and I last went out on a date. We used to go out dancing every weekend. Eventually we even stopped making love.
Things were going to change. What was good for the goose was good or the gander.
Minutes later we were naked in the shower, soapy water sluicing over every inch of skin. We kissed. We clutched one another. Brandon fingered me to nirvana. I jerked Brandon off twice in the steaming rain.
After we gout of the shower we tumbled into bed and continued our romp. I was in the mood to wrestle. I got Brandon in a headlock. "Eat mat, buddy boy!" I growled.
"Nevah!" he growled back. "I'm The Terminatah. Hasta la vista, baby." With that he broke out of the headlock and pinned me to the bed. "And now to seduce the females of the species, one woman at a time," he growled. He dove between my legs and went to town on my pussy.
My giggles turned into moans as he displayed amazing oral skills. His lips and his tongue were all over my pussy before he zeroed in on my clit. I rode wave after wave of pleasure. I writhed underneath his masterful mouth and clutched the bed sheets.
I was beginning to suspect my grandson was the virgin he'd claimed he was.
