My Neglected Grandmother

Author's note: This story takes place immediately after the first installment of "My Sweet and Neglected Grandmother." So, if you haven't read the first part. I'd recommend you doing so first.

I picked my phone to look at the time. It read 9:37 am. I woke up at 9, I had been staring at the ceiling for the past 37 minutes, the events of last night still playing in my head. It was one of those things where you are not sure if it happened or not. As though the episode had been a figment of my imagination. I began to realize that my views and fantasies towards my grandmother started to drift way beyond the realms of "liberal".

I ate my grandmother out. I had brought my mother's mother to an orgasm, and she gave me the best blowjob I've ever had. It all had happened in the same room me and my parents watch movies together. "I should've stopped it." I muttered, but had I really wanted to?

I couldn't deny it how good it all felt. Still, it was one thing to fantasize about my grandmother, to do all those things I've seen in porn or read in erotica, but for those things to actually happen to you... I just didn't know what to do now or what to expect.

Was she really going to tell my mom like she said. Guys didn't think of their grandmothers in such a way, did they?

"This is so fucked, I must be depraved"

I thought. My mind was all over the place.

I decided to get up. I had to leave my room eventually, plus I was starving.

After cleaning myself up I opened the door to my room and padded silently down the hall, everything was quiet. I reached downstairs and walked inside the kitchen, glanced out of the window into the back yard, checked the living room, but my grandmother was nowhere to be found.

"Grandma?" I called out. No response. No way she was still sleeping, I knew she was an early riser. I walked back into the kitchen and saw a piece of paper under one of the fridge magnets:

"Good morning sweetie! Had to run some errands, left you a breakfast burrito in the microwave. Love you!"

I felt a little relieved she wasn't here. It gave me a little more time to think how this entire thing could play out. Judging by the tone of the note, it seemed that she wasn't upset or anything, which kind of threw me off in a way, since I was expecting for her to be.

I ate my burrito and went to the living room to listen to some music. The rest of the morning left me feeling conflicted. My grandmother, Jane is 62 years old, but despite her age, she has very few wrinkles and the body of a woman at least 10 years younger. I sat there with my mind still reviewing everything that had happened last night, sending sparks along my shaft. I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her. I was determined to control myself today, or at least try to. I couldn't even sit properly; I kept shuffling around since my dick seemed to be in a constant state of arousal.

I felt exasperated so I gave up and went back upstairs to shower since I couldn't focus. Images of last night kept popping into my mind while showering I fought the urge to jack off in the shower.

Three hours later I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I was anxious to see what her attitude would be. I went downstairs, reaching the foyer just as my grandmother walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes widening when I saw her.

Her brown hair was shorter, about shoulder length, clearly fresh out of the hair salon. She was wearing a knee length burgundy dress, a small white cardigan and a pearl necklace over just the right amount of cleavage, giving her an elegant finish to her outfit. "Hi honey!" she beamed. Her three-inch heels clicked on the floor as she walked towards me. I could see how her makeup had been beautifully done, light but perfect. Specially that nice coat of red lipstick on her full lips, something that has always turned me on. I couldn't help but imagine how they would feel wrapped around my shaft.

"No! Focus goddamit!"

I admonished myself mentally.

I stared at her like an idiot, my mouth half open, as she got closer to hug me and kiss me on the cheek. I breathed her into my nostrils. God, she smelt great as well. "Sorry I left you all alone in the morning, just wanted to do some shopping."

"Uh..yeah, no worries. You... changed your hair?"

"Yes! You like?" she asked with a suggestive smile. "Your mom told me about the place she goes to and decided, why not? I called and the girl had an opening in the morning."

I realized I was gaping at her. "Ye...yeah you look beautiful." I fought the urge not to stare at my grandmother's cleavage although I couldn't ignore those enticing tits squeezed together in her dress. Almost instinctively, I glanced down, as if my eyes had a will of their own, quickly shifting my gaze back up. She was looking at me

. "Fuck! You idiot! She caught you again!"

I thought, but she didn't move. I struggled to resist my growing lustful urges. Her boobs were so big and tempting, and my mind kept feeding images of last night.

Grandma's large, sparkling brown eyes captivated me. The scent of her rich, sweet perfume was intoxicating. This was a real woman, not the college girls I sometimes hang out with.

I felt a yearning for her, my own grandmother, and at that second, I felt I could just go to her and take hold of her hand before staring into her eyes and kissing her mouth. My cock was huge and uncomfortable pressed inside my jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to unzip and slide my cock up her lonely pussy.

"Honey do you really think so?" I heard my grandmother whisper. Her voice sounded so far away, I thought for a moment that I'd imagined that she'd spoken. "Do you really think I'm still beautiful?"

I swear my grandmother tilted her face towards me in readiness for a kiss. Nothing else in the world existed in those few moments. Just me and her. I looked at her and she stared back at me. "Yes Grandma. You are absolutely gorgeous. I can still see you as you were in those photos back in the day. You haven't changed all that much."

"Oh, I have, David," Gran said mysteriously, a knowing smirk tilting the corners of her mouth.

She hugged me once more while saying "You are so sweet. Thank you honey." I could feel her large breasts press into my chest, her arms wrapped around my shoulder, and slowly moving to the sides rubbing my arms. Her hips pressed against mine. "Could you get the last two bags from the car, dear?" The sensation of her voice in my ear caused goosebumps up my arms, making me shiver.

"Yeah" I murmured.

"Thank you, babe." she added in a whisper, giving me a lingering swipe of her open palm across the front of my jeans. I watched her ass sashay enticingly as she walked to the kitchen, her heels clicking seductively. Her dress was just tight enough in the hips to accentuate her round ass. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

"What the fuck is happening?" I mumbled to myself as I walked outside to fetch the last bags.

I went back into the kitchen and placed both bags on the kitchen counter. I noticed how my grandma had taken off her cardigan. The dress was slightly low cut, without her cardigan on, her cleavage looked even more enticing. I watched as my grandmother moved gracefully across the kitchen, putting the groceries away. She looked so different with her new outfit, the hair, everything basically. Don't get me wrong grandma is still very beautiful, but she just looked so different. I'd seen pictures of her back in the day, she was an absolute knockout, she resembled actress Carole Landis.

She stepped forward and stooped to open one of the bottom drawers giving me a full view of her round ass. I could only imagine what she could be wearing underneath that dress. A thong? Maybe a g-string or possibly...nothing? I felt my cock began to stir again inside my jeans

. "Dude, that's your grandmother!"

my inner voice said. I shook my head trying to get that picture out of my head.

"Honey, could you look for one of the bigger bowls in the upper cabinets? I can't reach that far." she asked in a feigned innocent manner, snapping me out of my perversions. I could only nod weakly. I walked to the cabinet on the far-right side of the kitchen countertop and retrieved the large glass bowl. When I turned around my grandmother was mere inches away from me, making me jump almost dropping the bowl. Her eyes had mischievous glint in them, she took the bowl out of my hands and took another step forward literally cornering me in the kitchen.

My 6'4" athletic frame stood tall over her. "David honey, what's wrong? Ever since I walked in, I've had this feeling you want to say something." she said in a motherly tone.

She was right. I had been wanting to say something, I just don't know how to bring it up or if I should even bring it up at all. The events of last night were eating me alive.

She was so close. "I... uh" stammered, swallowing a lump in throat. "Last night..."

"Mm, what about it?" she asked.

"I... I think... maybe it got a little out of hand." I said clumsily.

Her sexy full red lips parted and commenced to explain in her usual kind manner. "Perhaps a little bit... but I can tell by the look in your face that you haven't been able to stop thinking about it." She tilted her heard, both her hands roamed about my chest and ribcage, slowly drifting lower. She started tracing the waistband of my jeans with her fingers as she kept talking. "My cunt is still tingling from the tongue lashing you gave me last night. I hope you can forgive me darling, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." She said in a sultry voice, smiling at me.

Her crude language. I'd never even heard my grandmother swear before until yesterday. It was hard for me to imagine she would be the type to use such dirty words. My mouth almost instantly went dry, my cock growing fast inside my boxers. I lost contact with her eyes and somehow my focus got drawn in by her slender waist and incredible sexy hips. The deep valley of her creamy white cleavage right in front of me.

I was in a losing battle.

"Wanna see?" Her eyes gleamed wickedly.

I swallowed hard and watched as she reached to unzip her dress. She gave my shoulders a little shrug to edge the straps free, revealing a pair of beautiful tits encased in a white laced, half cup, plunging bra, which pushed her breasts up and together. A pair of pink nipples pressed against silky cages. She reached back her back to unclasp her bra. As it fell to her lap, my grandmother slipped each arm out and tossed her bra to one side, letting her smooth, heavy tits fall into the open.

I almost came right there.

My eyes widened and mouth hung open at the sight. Instantly, her ample breasts were on full display for me. Despite her age her breasts still have a lot of firmness. Her large grandmotherly breasts were round, full and covered by milky white skin. Her nipples and surrounding areolas were a light pink and were stiffly protruding outward. Her breasts could have rivaled any of those that I had seen in porn.

A beautiful pair of full creamy round globes that were begging to be sucked on.

"You like grandmommy's tits dear?" she said huskily, crossing her arms pushing the together, creating two huge mountains of warm smooth flesh. "I get the attention of many young boys like you but only you get to see them."

"Holy shit." I muttered. My breathing was ragged, everything was happening so fast it was overwhelming my senses. Lust clouding my thinking.

"I knew you were gonna be a little conflicted about what happened last night. Ever the gentleman." She said with a smile.

"But we... you are my grandmother." I said stumbling through my reply.

"Mmm...I guess that's true. I've tried to be a good Christian woman but I'm still a woman. A very lonely woman dear, and you...." she looked downward and noticed the outline of my cock straining through my jeans. We both looked down at it for a moment. Then back at each other. "Clearly have a lot to offer." she said with a wicked smile.

"I-I'm sorry." I mumbled, flustered not knowing what else to say or do.

Her perfect manicured fingers moved lower and grabbed my zipper. She started pulling it down then up and down again in a very slow motion, teasing me. "Oh sweetie, you don't have to apologize. You are clearly a man now... and a man like you needs a woman to take care of him, to be there for him... I can be that woman for you". I was finding it difficult to breathe, the air around me felt thick. My whole body had that adrenaline rush of clamminess.

"Do you know why I started going to church and all those boring wives' meetings after your grandfather died? It was not to pray or anything, well maybe at first." she chuckled. "After a few weeks I noticed the excited stares of all the young men were giving me while they worked hard at pretending not to notice me at all. At first, I had trouble understanding why any young man would be attracted to someone of my age. I was young once but not anymore. Normally this might have offended me, but it had been a long time since anyone had caused me to think of myself as sexy - or attractive for that matter. It sent a deliciously lewd thrill throughout my body knowing I could make all those young cocks hard." she said with a predatory smile.

"What?" I breathed, frowning at her comment, my confusion clearly showing. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was at a loss for words. My grandmother had always been very prim and proper lady, she took care of me when I was little, she used to take me to see Santa Claus every year until I was 11 and would always bake for me.

Who was this woman standing in front of me?

Her hands slid around my neck, caressing my hair, her mighty tits rubbed against my chest even through my shirt I could feel how hard her nipples were, slowly melting away any of my remaining resistance.

"Yesterday when I heard you moan my name, that kind of lit my fuse a little. So please don't act as if you didn't like it, we both fucking loved it. Besides, when I thought about it I had to admit I was flattered that I could draw that kind of attention from such a fine young man like you!" she smiled.

"But what if mom..."

"Your mother!" she said forcefully and leaned closer into me before she continued in a softer tone, "Is on the other side of the world right now dear. Don't worry about her. She doesn't have to know." She started fumbling with my belt quickly unbuttoning my jeans. I was frozen, I could only stare at her hands efficiently unzipping my fly, pulling it down all the way this time. Her hand reached in through the opening of my boxers. I gasped as her warm soft hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft, sending what felt like electricity throughout my body. My cock sprung forward out of my boxers.

She gasped. "So big... my goodness." she purred looking down. "Grandma has never fucked one this big before." She said with a lustful smile, tracing her cherry red claws lightly across my shaft making me shiver with lust. "Oh honey, you are such a beautiful man. If I were 40 years younger, we'd be married by now." My grandmother said with confidence as she began to expertly stroke my cock up and down.

"Oh grandma." I shuddered. My cock was like granite. I could barely even make out what she was saying. The sensation was incredible, all that willpower and courage that I had barely manage to muster these past few hours left my body immediately.

"Fuck baby. Your cock is so hard. Do you like when grandma jerks you off like this? Do you want to cum for granny?" she said as her tongue slid over vivid red lips as her breathing became heavier.

I didn't answer. Mainly cause I couldn't ­- I was concentrating so much on not cumming right there and ending this whole scenario.

"Fuck." I groaned. "Gran... the... windows..." I managed to mutter. We lived in a suburban area. The kitchen had big windows that looked outside to the back yard, the neighbor's house just on the other side of the fence, but her eyes were glued to my dick.

She knew exactly how to twist her hand, rubbing every part of my sensitive shaft. Her eyes burning lust into my mine. "What a nice fucking cock. It's a woman's cock. Not a girl's cock. None of those dumb little college sluts deserve you." She licked her hand, pumping her hand faster and firmly up and down my shaft.

"You are so hard darling," she murmured. "Just give in to grandma's hand."

"Oh, Grandma. I love you so much" I moaned, my body shuddering to her touch. I was incapable of further speech. There wasn't room inside my head for any thoughts other than my sexy grandmother. I started thrusting my hips up and down while she stroked the length of my penis, as if I was fucking her hand. Her grip tightened around my shaft, and she began stroking me faster.

"I love you too dear." She smiled. "By the way, I sent your mother a message earlier today. Since you've enjoyed my company so much. You asked to stay the whole summer with you and of course I agreed." she said with a sly grin on her face.

My orgasm quickly approaching. She seemed to know instinctively when I was near and clamped her fingers around the base of my cock, squeezing tightly. "Fuck." I grunted. I felt a pressure build up inside of my cock, but I couldn't release it, she held her grip until the sensations subsided.

I groaned loudly. I was so close. "Not yet honey. I want you to tell me what you want. Tell me and I'll let you cum. It's healthy to get these urges out."

"I... fuck. I want you to... wrap those red lips around my cock." I couldn't believe that had just came out of my mouth.

"Oh my, you young men are so crass nowadays. You want grandmommy's mouth wrapped around your big young cock, hmm?" she said coyly. My grandmother squatted in front of me. My pre-cum flowing freely all over the kitchen floor.

She wrapped her hand around shaft and gave it a kiss on the side, leaving a bright red mark. "They say the first load of the day is the thickest." she said softly, looking up at me with wickedly playful eyes. Holding my big shaft close to her face. "Let's see if it's true." Her hair still done up perfectly, full tits on display. "Oh shit" I sighed in pleasure as she inhaled my cock into her warm, wet mouth, circling her tongue on my tip.

"Oh my god your is so warm... fuck!" I groaned as the reality hit me that my own grandmother was giving me a blowjob. She slowly started bobbing her head back and forth, her eyes never leaving mine. The curved white mounds of her breasts jiggled with every movement.

My penis glistened with a thick coat of red tinged saliva. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and let her tongue trace the entire side of undershaft. She knew what she was doing, and I couldn't help but wonder how many times she had done this over the years.

"Wanna know a little secret dear?" she said with a devilish grin.

"Uh-huh" I gulped.

"Back in my last year of university. I was about to fail one of my classes and somehow my mother found out. She told me 'Do whatever it takes to pass'. The next day I went to Mr. Fuller's class and asked if there was anything could I do to raise my grade, of course he said no, he was so uptight. So... I got on knees and sucked his cock right there in his class. He tried to resist at first but gave in the moment I wrapped my pretty young mouth on his cock and sucked the grade out of him." she said grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"He was married as well. My grade went from an F all the way up to a B. Only my best friend Kate knew at the time and now you do to."

"Fuck..." I muttered, shaking my head. "I can't believe it..."

She closed her hot mouth over my cock again, I moaned as my head fell back from the pleasure. Sucking like a vacuum. I wasn't thinking about anything else except the cum boiling in my balls about to release.