Author's Note
: Just a light, not to be taken seriously tale of a young man's education at the hands of an older woman. Fantasy fiction, willing suspension of disbelief recommended. No, make that required. Enjoy!
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My grandmother Eleanor, or Grandma Ellie for short, is a 62 year old widow with mobility problems. My Grandpa Bob died about 3 years ago from a massive stroke. Ever since then my Mom has volunteered me to cut Grandma's lawn, wash her car, take out her trash and pretty much do anything else for her that my Mom deemed appropriate.
Which is how I ended up having sex with her. Believe me, it had been the farthest thing from my mind.
Actually, Grandma Ellie isn't really my biological grandmother. She and Grandpa Bob took in my mother after her parents, my real grandparents, were killed in an auto accident when my Mom was around five. They raised Mom but never adopted her. Like foster parents. But we all thought of her as Grandma, anyway.
I was over at her house on a nice summer afternoon, trimming her hedges and doing some other general gardening, at a time when I presumed she was at her weekly appointment with her physical therapist. I had keys to her house and thought nothing of letting myself in, to get tools out of the garage or basement, or to dig a cold drink out of her fridge when I'd worked up a thirst. And she always kept it well stocked.
So it was in one of those situations that I discovered Grandma Ellie's sex life hadn't died with her husband. Which, for a twenty-year-old college student who thought he was rather worldly, came as quite a shock.
I'd come in to get a drink and heard strange noises from upstairs. Since I didn't think anyone was supposed to be in the house, I decided to go investigate. It occurred to me that it might be a burglar, so I grabbed a large kitchen knife before I went up. I didn't say I was particularly smart about burglars. I eased up the stairs as quietly as I could, determining that the sounds were coming from down the hall, towards Grandma's bedroom.
The closer I got, though, the stranger the sounds seemed. There was the sound of some furniture rhythmically creaking, and repetitive moans of what sounded like pleasure. Plus, there was occasional muted talking, often emphatically. It sounded a lot like my upstairs flat-mate when he was banging his girlfriend.
Which was understandably confusing. Why would somebody break into Grandma's house, just to boff in her bed? It didn't make sense.
Deciding that caution was a very good idea when dealing with a couple of sex-crazed psychos, I eased up to the door and quietly opened it enough that I could sneak a peek in.
I sort of wish I hadn't. What I saw seared my retinas and changed my life forever. On the other hand, not all change is bad...
Grandma Ellie, the head of her bed to my left, was lying naked on top of the covers, ear buds in, watching a movie where a couple were fucking their brains out, while she was rapidly jilling between her legs with one hand and twisting one of her nipples with the other. The moans were definitely hers and she seemed pretty cranked up.
And she was completely oblivious to my presence. To this day, I can't tell you what possessed me to walk farther into her room, where I could see better, without alerting her that I was there. Maybe curiosity. Maybe morbid fascination. Maybe I was suddenly outrageously horny and the room reeked of sex.
Actually, probably the latter. I have been characterized by my sister as "a Horndog with a capital H." And my brother claims my porn collection is second only to the Library of Congress. But what would he know? Why would a bunch of stodgy, sexless old politicians need porn?
My mother has stated that I come by it honestly and my father just smiles and nods at what he calls my "pecker-dillos." The net result is that I stood there and watched Grandma get herself off to several crashing cums, and sprang a woody you could've thrown on a lathe and turned out a nice baluster.
Which meant, of course, that I needed to unzip my shorts and let him out to breathe. And stroke him a little bit. After all, he was already out.
Then, instead of doing the sensible thing and quietly backing out and closing the door while Grandma was coming down, my non-sensible horndog side took over. I'd never seen those two porn stars before, and they were pretty hot. So I walked over to look at the VHS slipcase to see who they were and pretty much gave Grandma a coronary.
"ARTHUR!!" she screamed, pulling at the covers to cover her nakedness. "What are you
doing
here???"
Now, mind you, I'd forgotten that my dick was out and mostly still hard, and I had a large kitchen knife in my hand. Recovering from that faux pas was not going to be easy. I suppressed my first instinct to run screaming from the room, and instead set the knife on the TV. Pretending to be sophisticated, I read the slipcase. All it said was, "Home Movies." I'd never heard of that title before. So I held it up as I turned to face her.
"Hi, Gram!" I smiled. "I've never seen this title before. Who are the actors?"
"Arthur!" she iterated. Most people call me Art or Arty. Or some less than complimentary names. She calls me Arthur. "What are you... Why are... Um... Arthur, those are private... Can't you read? Those are um, they're..." Her voice trailed off and I realized she was staring at my cock, which I'd neglected to put away.
"Oh! Sorry!" I told her as I put down the case and started to tuck myself back in.
"Oh, don't be..." she murmured. "You've grown into a rather well-endowed young man, Arthur. Is that impressive erection because of me?"
For some reason, I felt a sudden flood of embarrassment. I was aware of the heat in my face and ears. I decided she deserved the truth, though.
"Well, sort of..." I admitted. "You and that hot couple in the video." And all of a sudden, the dam burst on my mouth.
"I'm sorry, Gram," I started. "I was over doing the lawn and I came in to get a drink and I heard noises and I didn't think you were home and I thought maybe someone had broken in and I found you masturbating and I didn't know you did that but you looked awesome and the couple in the video looked really hot, too, and I got kind of excited and..."
"Arthur!"
"What?"
"Take a breath!"
I did. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"That's better," she informed me. "The couple in the video are me and Grandpa Bob when we were younger, which is why the label says 'Home Movies' and why they are private and not for public consumption. And...
are you still hard?
"
She asked this last in surprise because even though put away, I was still rock hard and the tip was poking up past the waistband of my shorts.
"Um, yeah... sorry," I apologized. "I'm kind of a horndog," I added lamely.
"Arthur, come here," she directed me and like always, I did what I was told. When I got beside her, she sat up and grabbed my shorts, and pulled me to her.
I was stunned. Up close and personal, her naked body looked awesome. Not supermodel awesome. Just 'comfortable' awesome. Like a Paul Avril painting awesome. She was round and only a little wrinkly, with really huge breasts and big, dark nipples. Her hair was long and still blonde and she had it down, swirling around her.
I couldn't see her groin until she swung her feet over the edge of the bed to sit in front of me. I was surprised to see that she was shaved bare as a baby's bottom, and with her legs spread slightly, I could see what looked like a pretty good-sized clit peeking out.
She reached forward and undid my button and zipper, then dropped my shorts. She took advantage of the fact that, during the summer, I tended to go commando by grasping my shaft and pulling me to her mouth.
The next thing I knew, I was giving out a heartfelt moan as she tried to swallow most of me. And pretty well succeeded.
It had been too long. So it really wasn't my fault. It had been too long not getting a world-class blowjob from a partner who was really into it. It had been too long not getting any kind of blowjob. In fact, it had been too long not getting any kind of sex at all. Like, six months too long.
Which is pretty much why I came right away. Between Grandma Ellie's expertise and the pump already being primed, I unleashed a veritable torrent down her throat and she was lapping up every bit of it. When she finally sucked me dry and there wasn't any more jizz to get, she popped off my cock and looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes.
