Life With A Hot Grandmother Pt 02

The next morning, after I showered I thought about the previous night, how grandma had said we should go to bed, to sleep she'd said emphatically, I wondered if I had indeed had a no more than a wet dream or if not, had I done something to piss grandma off. Then I remembered seeing her pink pussy between widely spread legs and realized it could not have been the imagination of a horny young man. I went to the study and saw my cum stain on the couch and knew it wasn't a dream. I went to breakfast and called my grandmother. There was no response, just a note to help myself to pancakes and eggs, or whatever I wanted from the fridge. I made myself some flapjacks and put the TV on while I ate, trying to keep my ambitious cock from stirring. It didn't help that on television was a commercial with a couple obviously making out, or so it seemed.

The front door opened with grandma struggling to carry some packages in. I ran to her and took huge bundles from her and into the kitchen as directed.

"Bob gave me a quarter of his best, again trying his damndest to trade me. I nearly gave in this time, but then I thought about what I had at home and told him to find himself a nice piece of ass in town or fuck himself."

"What you have at home? Oh, you mean..."

"Yes, damnit. And I could have it all the time if you decide to stay here."

"Well, grandma, I don't need to see the will. I've decided to live here at least the year. I just have one request."

"What do you need? Me? Anytime you want, bud."

"Well, that, but also I'd love to have a few farm animals to take care of while you're doing...whatever."

"That's no problem, my boy. But you need to take care of them. I never studied any of that crap. I'll take care of my cats, and that's it."

"It's a deal, grandma."

"Do me a favor, cut the grandma bullshit. I know what I am to you, but please call me Emma or Em. Grandma just makes me feel old. I didn't mind being called mom or mommy by your dad, and you can call me mommy or mom when you want to, but not a word that makes me think of myself as an ancient woman with a bun on her head and the scent of dead roses dabbed on her neck."

With that Emma put one leg up onto the chest freezer. He looked on in awe, never knowing anyone who was that flexible. Then she put her hand against her crotch and began rubbing. But just as quickly as the exhibition began, Emma ended it with a grin. "It's all yours, babe."

"Okay Emma. Come on, let's get this stuff put away. I see he cut it up into steaks and roasts for you."

"Oh, and Bob threw in some chicken he butchered. It'll be good to eat something other than beef," she said, touching her hand to her crotch, making my adrenalin begin flowing.

"About last night," she said as she filled the freezer then walked with some bundles to the basement, stuffing the upright freezer and a chest freezer full. "I hope you weren't self-conscious about us exposing ourselves."

"Hell no, grand...um, Emma, I kind of enjoyed watching."

"Kind of?"

"Well, I did love it. Watching you play with yourself and shooting my load all over the place. It's been a long time since I came with anyone else."

"The next fingers I feel inside me need to be yours, Tommy. Although if you want, I will finger myself while you watch. I know you enjoyed looking on as much as I loved having that load of cum shoot all over the place. It's been too long, baby."

"Didn't grandpa even like watching, Em?"

"He did at first, but when he began having boyfriends over, he even lost interest in that. That man was strange."

I don't know why it took me so long to realize we weren't going to be just finger fucking for the next year. To think otherwise would have been naive of me, but after her arms were empty of meat, I went over to her and put my arms around her. "It's going to take me some time to remember to call you Emma. How about I just call you mom?"

"Sounds okay to me, sweetiepie. Mmmm, can hardly wait to feel that thing inside of me," she said sliding her fingers up and down the stiffened meat in my pants.

"You keep that up, mom, and imma cum in my pants," I said smiling as she yanked the zipper down and dropped to her knees.

"We don't want to waste that precious milk," she said as she slid her hand up and down the shaft, then undid the clasp, pulled my trousers down with my shorts and licked it before taking it between her lips.

She sucked me till I blew my wad in her mouth. Then she stood, wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand and took me by my elbow. "You got any more of that sweet cum for your mommy?"

"Lots, gran...mommy."

She giggled and said I could call her grandma if I wanted. As long as I made her feel like a horny teenager. We nearly trotted to the bedroom where we french kissed for ten minutes before she pulled away, took off the sundress she wore. I was jealous that Bob got an eyeful. "Oh, don't worry, baby, the old man didn't see anything worth seeing. I sat in the truck while he loaded the bed. When he propositioned me I just smiled and thanked him, all the time thinking of you. I felt like playing with myself before I realized where I was and got here as fast as I could."

"Maybe you should give Bob a little bit," I said with a coy smile.

"Oh hell no, baby. This pussy is all yours. Come with grandma," she said, the barely disguised double entendre obvious. I finished stripping while she stepped out of her dress and unclasped her bra. "Sorry babe, but I do sag a little," she said, bouncing her tits with her hands."

"Shit, Emma, they're still suckable. Especially if we spice them up with your juice. Besides, you are a vision of beauty, and might I add, grace."

"Well, thank you, you handsome stud," she said, pushing me onto the bed and rubbing her outer labia on me before bringing her torso just above my head, then lowering it to my waiting lips. The musky smell filled my nostrils as I began kissing the steamy flesh, the heat enveloping my face as I began eating her.

I ate the pink lips until she squirted cum. Feeling it dribble down my cheeks as she squeezed more juice from herself.

Then she collapsed next to me, breathing hard.

"Grandma, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course Tommy."

"Did you and my dad ever actually finish what you started?"

"That and more, baby. He was an exciting lover. We made love whenever we could until he moved out and got married. I never said anything to anyone about it before you. I tend to think your father never said anything. You mom was a good woman, very open-minded, but she was a straight-shooter and I doubt would have understood a mother and son screwing, no matter how often it happened. Never mind that the affair only lasted a few months."

"You think dad would have minded if we, um, ya know?"

"You mean would he have cared if we you and I had sex? I don't know. He likely never gave it any thought. And he started getting sick long before you even went to college."

"But he only died last year," I said, raising my eyebrow.

"That's true, but your mother never said dad wasn't doing well, as she didn't want to disrupt your life," grandma said as she smoothed my hair and ran a thumb over my forehead. "He actually started getting sick just after you started secondary school. Mom was going to tell you when you got home, but since that never happened, she just took care of him before the last heart attack did him in."

Tom started feeling queasy and not a little upset at his mother. Grandma noticed the sudden change in demeanor of her grandson.

"Tommy, your mom didn't tell you because she didn't want to burden you. Just let it go. Dad's not in pain any longer and mom is happy. We don't need to upset the apple cart."

As was often the case, grandma was right. Tommy sat up and kissed his grandmother on the lips. "I love you, grandma."

"I love you too, my sweet grandson. I could stay here all day long with you, but we need to get..."

With that Tommy plunged his hand between his grandma's thighs and stuffed his thumb and two fingers inside her, feeling for the clit and squeezing it. Emma shivered as she wrapped a hand around the man's shaft.

"Do you want to jerk me off, grandma?"

"What?! No, I want that dick inside me. Isn't it nice to fuck someone that you don't have to worry about getting pregnant?"

"Just asking, Em. I do want to fuck my mommy," he said as he rose above her and began injecting himself inside the sopping sleeve.

His entire shaft was buried in the burning hole to the hilt. He rotated several times before sliding out then going back in, picking up speed as he humped, his balls slapping against the bottom of the leaking love canal. He felt his cum begin to build up, but he knew his lover hadn't nearly approached her peak, so he pulled out and told her to get on her knees, then drop her head to her hands.

When grandma was in place, he approached her from the rear and let her guide him into her pussy, where he began pumping rhythmically.

"Oh my god, oh my god Tommy. Ah, ah," she cried out, grinding her knees into the mattress. "Holy shit, Tommy!"

Neither of them had ever experienced that intense an experience. The older woman began to explode, her pussy squirting it's clear liquid, with her grandson not far behind. But Tommy wasn't about to let this first time with his grandmother go this quickly. He pulled out of her before he reached the point of no return, rocked her until she fell onto the bed sideways, then got her on her back, spread her legs and crawled between her thighs and began slurping and inserting his tongue as deep as it could go, pursing his lips around the engorged clit. Emma began bucking more violently than she could recall. The only man who ever satisfied her nearly as much was her son, so it was obvious to her that her grandson came from good stock. But her grandson was even better than she remembered his dad being. He hit all the right buttons and found a few even she didn't know she had. Emma laid back on the bed after she'd cum several more times. She was so ensconced in her passion she lost count after the second time. When Tommy was sure grandma was sated, he laid atop her, burying his cock inside her and ramming her with complete abandon. It didn't take him long to finish the job, after which he laid next to her, watching his cum drain from his grandmother. She looked at him adoringly, closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, a smile curling her lips.

* * * *

The next few days nothing happened. Tommy began to worry that grandma was angry with him or, worse, losing interest.

"Emma, did I do something wrong?"

"Why do you ask that babe?"

"We haven't done anything for a few days. In fact you've hardly said a word to me."

"Honey, why would I be upset with you. I just thought maybe you needed your space. Remember, there is nothing obligating you to stay here. You haven't looked at the will yet. And I've decided to give you a huge share of the inheritance, regardless of whether you stay here or not. Maybe you want some female companionship closer to your age. After all, a 40-year age gap is hard to overcome."

"Grandma, how do I say this without offending you? Hmmm -- go fuck yourself," he said with a smile that told the woman it was said in jest.

"I can do that, babe. Come into the study."

Tommy followed her into the room where he'd gotten his first eyeful.

"I'll bet you're horny as fuck, Thomas. Been a few days for both of us."

"It has, you hot little whore," I said, trying to sound light-hearted but to my ears it sounded angrier than it felt.

"Let me show you what a whore can do for you," she said as she reached into a desk drawer, retrieving a six-inch dildo and a smaller bullet vibrator along with a tube of sex lube. She handed the latter toy and gel to her grandson.

She again had on a sundress, which she promptly removed, along with frilly silk panties. He was surprised to see she had underwear on. She noticed his astonishment and told him why she wore them.

"I have to go into town later, and since I don't want you to get bored, I will leave these for you to keep you company until I get back. Maybe I'll pick up a thing or two for my boy," she said, giggling, then spreading her legs, sliding the dildo inside herself. "Now Tommy, you go fuck yourself, too. Why the fuck did you think I handed you this vibrator? Come on, show me how much you want to show your grandmother your sweet ass. I'll leave the dildo here for you. You can either sniff it or lick it while I'm gone. Then when I come home I'll really check out that sweet ass of yours."

As with the other night, Tommy was held captive by the beautiful, sexy woman ramming the toy in and out of her pussy. Then he removed his pants, releasing the beast from his shorts and slipping hand up and down his dick while grandma was getting off.

He'd never had anything in his rectum, but Emma obviously expected a show, so he got on all fours, laid his head down, squirted K-Y on the tip of the vibrator and placed it against his asshole, waiting for it to begin easing in, which it did. When it was nearly all the way in, he felt gentle hands on his cheeks.

"Mmmm, so smooth, baby. Let me help you with that," she said as she twisted the switch, sending shivers through him. She began easing it out of his ass, then back into it. She took his hand and placed it on the end of the hard plastic vibrator and went under his belly, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it slowly, then more quickly. It wasn't long before Tommy shot his load onto the couch and coating her hand. She moved out from under her grandson and licked the jizz from from her palm and fingers. "Mmmm, I can't wait to get back. In the meantime, you can do whatever with yourself. I'll be back as soon as I can, lover. I didn't get a chance to cum, so I want you to imagine me frigging myself while I'm driving. I'd rather you not cum without me, but you do what you need to," she said as she opened the door to the outside. She blew him a kiss. He told her to be careful, especially if she was going to finger herself on the drive. She laughed and was gone, but not before she said one more thing, "Oh, and feel free to whack off in my bedroom, honey."

* * * *

While grandma was gone I whiled away my time between the living room watching some old sitcoms absently kneading my cock and grandma's bedroom, drining wate sniffing the soiled panties she'd left me and jerking off, teasing myself as long as I could before shooting a load into the underwear. It felt good, but smelling Emma's panties was a far cry from burying my face between her legs, leaving me feeling empty after I came, though it did relieve some of the stress. I didn't realize how much she meant to me or how much of a slave I had become to the woman's femininity and the charms that kept me smiling. I couldn't wait to see what surprises Emma had in store for me when she returned. The more I thought about it the more I throbbed needing the lady more than I thought possible. My cock became more engorged more quickly as I thought about what we were going to do to each other.

When grandma came back, she had an excited air, a wry, somewhat evil grin pasting her face, a bag from a small local boutique called "Get You Some". At least that's what was on the bag. "I got back here as soon as I could, you studmuffin. Did you enjoy the smells I left? I not only came in them, but peed a little for you, too."

I began to again get hard even though I'd blown my load not 10 minutes earlier. All I could do was nod.

"Made them messy?" I again nodded, barely able to speak. It felt like I was about to experience one hell of a birthday gift, even though it was months before I turned 31. "Imagining seeing you wear these made me cum in my pants several times. Come," she said, walking toward her bedroom. The pun wasn't lost on me. "But before you do, I left a pitcher of strawberry tea in the fridge. Drink it and bring the pitcher next to it in the bedroom for me."

Emma opened the curtain but left the blinds shuttered, leaving light filtering in through the slats. From the bag she got out a couple of three-packs of panties that said "high waist" on the packages, two pairs of pantyhose and a pair of high-heeled shoes (I estimated two inch or maybe a little higher). She sipped some of the tea from her pitcher, then gulped it down as though she'd not had a drink in days.

"I'd love to see you in those, Emma."

"They're not for me, silly. I can wear these panties for you so I can get them nice and wet, but they're all yours. I think you'll love the way they will cling to your crotch, especially after I get 'em wet.. But for now, just try them on. I think I got it the size right," she said, taking another deep swig. She encouraged me to drink my tea.

I turned bright red and laughed uncomfortably, but the eagerness on grandma's face was unmistakable. I took off the only clothes I had on, my briefs, sat down and pulled my new panties on. Despite the high waist, the head of my dick stuck out. She told me she couldn't wait to see me in the pantyhose, which would cover up my glans and otherwise hide my package, except for the bulge. Emma licked her lips as I worked the hosiery on, first one leg, then the other, standing up to pull them up over the bulging dick.

"How does it feel, baby?"

"Actually feels good, if a little restrictive."

"You'll get used to that, honey. We'll try on the shoes in a while, but for now, let me sit on the bed, then I want you to walk around the room so I can see that sweet little hiney."

I felt silly at first, but then felt sexy as she ogled me and felt her own tits as she enjoyed the show.

"Damn you're hot, my sweetass. I wouldn't mind having you lick my ass while you're wearing that. And don't feel bad if you cum in your pants, baby. That's why I bought two three-packs and an extra pair of pantyhose. I'm sure you noticed the ones you're wearing are sheer black. The other pair is tan with a sheen so you can have nice shiny legs. Oh, but of course we'll have to make sure you're clean shaven for your grandma. My only regret is I never thought to do this for your father. But then, the short time of our affair probably wouldn't have allowed for that type of foreplay. But now we have all the time in the world. And if you look as good in the pantyhose as I think you are going to, I'm going to see if I can dig up some of my yoga pants for you.

"You think you're ready to try to shoes on? I purposely bought lower heels since they take some getting used to. If you like them we can buy higher heels. Maybe even five or six inches. Oh my god, to see you in sexy stilettos."

I slowly slipped into the footwear. They were open-toed. After a few false starts, feeling like a newborn foal, it took a while for me to get my footing, but eventually I became steadier, soon walking around like it was second nature.

"Dammit, Tommy, you are so damn sexy right now. Any woman would be happy to be in the bedroom with you. I don't know long it'll be before you get bored, but for now I..."

"Wait one fucking minute, Emma? Bored? As varied as our sex life has been? And I have a feeling you have more tricks up your over-sexed sleeve that will ever keep me coming into your room for some hot nooky. Or you can come into my room to cum."

"No, that won't work."

My jaw dropped. Was this going to be our swan song, the end of our sweet affair? "Why, grandma? Have I done something wrong? Not sexy enough? Tell me what I need to do," I pleaded.

"Wrong? Oh no no no. I mean I want you to sleep in my bed. This way we can screw before we turn out the light and get it on again when you wake up. No sense in wasting a perfectly good woody. And if you need someone else to light up your life, you can even take her into our bedroom."