This is the second story in a collection of pieces featuring the erotic adventures of Lenore and Aaron: a grandmother and her teenage grandson involved in a taboo relationship with one another. Each story is complete in itself and there is no overarching plot binding the stories together so they do not have to be read in any particular sequence. These pieces have minimal back story and character development. The focus is on the lewd and lurid details of the characters' sexual encounters, which are graphically described in explicit language.
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Gran Gives Aaron an Oral Education
There were no seductive preliminaries leading up to Lenore's first steamy tryst with her grandson: no flirting, coy innuendo, suggestive glances or even a hint of sexual tension when she was in his presence. It was true that the sixty-two-year-old grandmother had been aware of Aaron as a sexual entity since he had divulged his bisexual predilections to her in his mid-teens and his boyish good looks were not lost on the woman. But Lenore could say with complete honesty that she had never harboured any inappropriate sensual yearnings for Aaron prior to that afternoon a few months after his eighteenth birthday when the deep, loving bond they had shared for as long as either of them could remember took a sudden and dramatic swerve into the forbidden.
Aaron had dropped by Lenore's house for a visit and the pair sat on her sofa chatting and snacking on a plateful of gingersnaps that Lenore had just taken from the oven. The boy made an innocent remark that Lenore found sweet and disarming and in a spontaneous expression of affection she opened her arms and enfolded him in a grandmotherly hug as she had done on countless occasions.
But this time, a new and unfamiliar dynamic came into play between them and their warm hug segued into an erotically charged embrace. Torso straining against torso, they kissed with open mouths as a powerful lust swept over them. Before they knew it, the pair were half-naked on Lenore's living room carpet, Aaron's lips latched onto the erect nipple of one of his grandmother's huge breasts while Lenore's hands delved into her grandson's sweat pants where, much to her delight, she discovered a fully erect cock of far above average length and girth.
In the steamy love fest that followed, Aaron left two loads of semen deep in Lenore's pussy and--at her request--a third dappling her plump face and short grey hair. It was, Lenore thought afterwards, one of the most intense and spectacular sexual experiences of her life.
And subsequent encounters were even more spectacular. While Aaron could be shy about articulating his sexual desires at times, he was wildly enthusiastic and uninhibited when it came to satisfying his grandmother's libido in any lascivious way she desired. Much to Lenore's surprise, he adored her plush body--stretch marks, cellulite and all--and feasted on it during their sexual escapades with all the energy of a starving gourmet devouring a meal prepared by a four star chef. Aaron's stamina amazed her and it wasn't unusual for the boy to come copiously three or four times during a single encounter.
But while he was possibly the most virile and avid lover she had ever known, his lack of sexual experience was evident to Lenore from their first afternoon of lovemaking. Prior to his erotic escapades with his grandmother, Aaron's sex life had been limited to four lovers, all close to his own age and evenly split along gender lines. It was clear to Lenore that there were significant lessons Aaron had not learned from his two teenaged girl friends in regards to pleasuring the feminine anatomy.
This lack of knowledge was particularly obvious to Lenore in Aaron's unnuanced approach to eating her pussy. When the spirit moved him, the boy would simply shove his face into her crotch and flail away at her cunt with his tongue and lips, artlessly slurping and snuffling between her thighs with no finesse whatsoever. Lenore's vulva had been pampered and spoiled by the talented mouths of many male and female lovers over the years, and her grandson's oral skills fell light years short of those masters of the craft of cunnilingus. Still, although disappointing, Aaron's inept pussy-eating was not unpleasant and Lenore resisted addressing his lack of oral technique for fear of embarrassing him. But finally, during their fifth sweaty encounter, she decided she could no longer be silent on the matter: the time had come to educate her grandson on the finer points of muff-diving.
The two tore off each other's clothes minutes after Aaron arrived that day and were soon thrashing about passionately on a quilt Lenore had laid on the living room carpet beforehand. Aaron sucked, licked and squeezed Lenore's big, drooping udders for several minutes before moving his head down across her flabby belly to her pussy. He burrowed his face into the soft flesh between her legs, thrust his tongue into its furry folds and began shaking his head from side to side in a manner that reminded Lenore of someone suffering a grand mal seizure.
She'd had enough.
Touching the crown of his head, she said gently, "Aaron, darling? I hate to interrupt you but can we just take a moment here? There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
Her grandson froze and looked up at her, a concerned expression on his pretty boy face.
"Uh, sure, Gran," he said uncertainly. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, dear. I...I just want to tell you a few things you can do to, er, up your game when you're going down on me. Not that you don't make your Gran feel wonderful. You certainly do but there are a few things you can do that would make me feel even better."
"Okay, Gran," the boy said. "What kind of things?"
"Well, I'll show you, but first help me get a pillow under my butt so my pussy is more accessible to you, okay?"
The boy nodded and scooted a pillow under her jiggling ass cheeks when she raised her haunches from the bed. She bent her knees and spread her immense thighs wide to give the boy a clear view of her pussy as he knelt between her legs.
His grandmother's vagina had fascinated Aaron from the moment he had first seen it close up and personal in all its glory. The teenage pussies he was familiar with were slim, delicate-looking things, shaved smooth and virtually lipless. His grandmother's cunt, on the other hand, was big and beefy with pudgy, wrinkled pussy flaps and a thicket of crinkly gray hair that covered her prominent pubic bump and spread down across her vulva to her brown, striated anal sphincter. While the vaginas of his teenage lovers always appeared fresh and pristine to Aaron, Lenore's grizzled pussy looked well-used and a bit ragged around the edges. This was by no means a turn-off for the boy. On the contrary, he found the sight of her scruffy vagina hugely exciting. Just imagining how many cocks, tongues, toys and fingers had explored it over the years was enough to give Aaron a raging hard-on like the one he had now as he knelt between his grandmother's legs gazing down at her chubby, shop-worn pussy.
"Okay, dear," Lenore said when they were both in position, "let's start with an anatomy lesson, shall we? Now, this whole area here is called the vulva." She cupped her crotch and squeezed it before continuing. "And this bump at the top is the mons veneris. Around the outside of the vulva are the labia majoris and these flaps between them are the labia minoris, which are different sizes and shapes on different women. A lady friend once said that mine look like big pink oysters!" She laughed and went on with her lesson. "Now right at the top of my slit under this little hood-type thing is my clitoris, one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's pussy. Below that is the urethra opening which is the hole women pee from and under that is the opening that leads to my vaginal canal--not as tight as your young girl friends' coochies, I'm sure, but pretty snug for a broad my age."
"Uh, Gran, am I supposed to remember all these names?" Aaron joked. "Like, are you going to give me a quiz later or something?
Lenore chuckled. "Sorry, darling," she said. "I didn't mean to get too academic on you but I think it's important for you to have some idea of the proper names for a woman's private parts. But I prefer that we call them cunt, pussy lips, clit and so on when we're being intimate."
Aaron nodded, knowing well his grandmother's love of crude, raunchy talk during sex.
"Okay, dear, now bring your face down close to my vulva and do as I tell you, please," Lenore said, spreading her thighs even wider.
