Night Surprise From Grandma Pt 02

It had been more than a month since that fateful night alone with Grandma. I had almost convinced myself that it had been a strange dream, but I knew deep down what the reality was. My 76 year old grandma was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's disease and, about a month ago, while we were home alone overnight she had an episode. Her mind reverted into the past and she thought that she was with her teenage sweetheart before he shipped out to the war. We made love. I lost my virginity to my own grandma. I knew that I should feel ashamed and even revolted after such an act, but I found myself relishing the memory.

The feeling of her body pressed up against mine. For a woman in her seventies, she was in remarkable shape. The scent of her perfume had been driving me crazy this last month. Every time she walked past wearing it I was immediately taken back to that night. I found myself becoming aroused and thinking of her in the shower. But I also knew that I needed to put it out of my head. It was a one-time thing. A weird combination of coincidence and luck had put us together at a place and time that she was willing and insistent on having sex, but those circumstances were almost sure to never be repeated. I had to try to put the memory out of my mind and move on.

I had finally come to a place of determining to do just that when things took another unexpected turn. It was around midnight and I was unwinding after a long day. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV. Since the rest of the family, including grandma, were already in bed, I had the volume turned pretty low. With an ice cold coke and a bowl of chips, I was settled in for the night, when I heard my grandma's door open.

A moment later I heard the creak of the floor to my right and turned to see Grandma standing there. She was wearing her normal pale pink fleece robe, but as I turned to look, I saw her untie the robe's belt. She walked forward and as she did she slowly grasped each side of the robe and deliberately began to pull it open. When she stepped between me and the TV, she was holding the sides of the robe wide. She was not wearing anything else under the robe and I was once again face to face with my grandma's naked body. But while the last time it was dark, this was in the soft light of the side table lamp. I could see every detail with perfect clarity.

Her breasts were sagging, but full and heavy, with large, thick nipples protruding. She had a scattering of freckles across her upper chest that I had not noticed before. Her stomach was mostly flat with just a little extra pudge around the middle and on her hips. As I stared, my eyes slowly tracing down her body, she shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was now standing in front of me completely nude. She slowly moved each of her legs a small step to either side, parting her legs and drawing my attention once again to the massive hairy bush between her legs. It might have been a trick of the light, but it looked like it stood out from her body a good two to three inches. It was pure white, like her hair and stood out in bouncy curls casting shadows down each leg.

I didn't know what to do or what to say. I was absolutely stunned into silence. Part of my mind registered that I could hear the TV behind her and another part of me realized that my parents were asleep just down the hall. If I made any kind of commotion it might bring them running. What would happen then? Would Grandma recount to them the events of last month when we fucked in my bed. My mind was spinning as the many implications of this encounter began to spiral out in my imagination. But before I could formulate any kind of coherent plan, Grandma took things into her own hands. In two long strides, she crossed to the couch and before I could wrap my mind around what she was doing, she slid one leg on one side of my legs and then the the other leg until she was facing me, straddling my lap. She let her weight down and I felt her pelvis press against my hardening cock. I was only wearing some thin basketball shorts and the sensation of pressure on my lap instantly jump started my arousal.

I let out a low moan and looked up to see her curl her lips in a sensual smile and begin slowly rocking back and forth, grinding herself into me. It was too much, I reached out with both hands and cupped her ass, squeezing as I enjoyed the rhythmic rocking of her hips against mine. As this continued, she reached out and put her hand behind my head, gently pulled it forward as she lifted her right breast in her hand and placed her nipple to my mouth. Immediately, I opened my mouth and began to suck and gently bite the fleshy nub. I was rewarded with soft moans and grunts from Grandma. She was bearing down harder, pushing her pussy against my hard cock through my pants. I felt a sudden warmth spreading and realized her pussy was wet enough that it had soaked through my shorts.

I shifted my body slightly, just enough to reach down and slip out of the shorts and then my boxers. The soft fabric fell to the floor and I kicked it away absentmindedly as I fumbled with my cock. With one hand I reached down, feeling her long, meaty pussy lips. They were several inches long and now quite slippery from her juices. I pulled them apart and angled my cock toward her hole. As I continued to struggle to get it in, she reached down from behind and in one smooth motion, grasped my shaft and slid it inside her. The weight of her body pressed down until I was fully inside her, skin to skin. I could now feel the spongey, springy mass of her pubic hair squishing between us and she lifted herself up and then pressed back down.

The sensation was overwhelming, as was the smell. I was sure that the entire living room was filled with the pungent aroma of our sex and worried if the smell would actually waft back into my parents room and wake them up. My mind could not concentrate on that though. I pulled my attention back to grandma and once again grabbed her soft ass, squeezing repeatedly, digging my fingers into the plump flesh as she bounced up and down. She then leaned over me, draping her sagging tits on either side of my face. I licked and sucked and only then caught a whiff of her sexy perfume.

It was all too much, the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock, her bare breasts, her thick nipples, her ass. Before I could stop myself, I felt the spasms of orgasm overtake me. I threw my head back and rode the waves of pleasure, feeling the great spurts of cum shooting out of me, filling her up. Her movements slowed down and she gently rocked back and forth, expertly coaxing out all of my sperm. Breathing hard, I felt completely spent. We stayed like that for several long moments. It was actually pretty awkward now. I wondered what to do. I was still inside her, but we were now just still. She was leaning against me. I could feel her hot breath in my ear. It was clear that she was not done yet, but I didn't know what else to do.

Again, lucky for me, she knew exactly what she wanted and showed me. In a reverse of the smooth motion that got her onto my lap, she slid off. Once she was standing on the floor, I assumed we were done, but instead, she took me by the shoulders and pushed me flat onto the couch on my back. Then once again, she climbed on top, straddling me, but she scooted forward inch by inch, dragging her wet pussy and spongey bush up from my dick, across my stomach, over my chest, then finally up my throat and onto my face. I looked up in time to she her hands reaching down. She took a firm hold on either side of my head, while at the same time, grinding her pussy into my face.

I had never tasted pussy before. It was incredible. Her thighs were pressed up against the sides of my face and both of her hands were in my hair, holding my head and she pivoted herself back and forth, rubbing her hot, wet pussy up an down my face, those long fleshy lips flapping over my chin, my mouth, my nose. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a thick tangle of white pubic hair. It was moist and the scent of her vagina was intoxicating. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I licked and sucked hard as she continued to rock. As I plunged my tongue deep into her wet hole and felt the thick, sticky mess of my own cum. I sucked and my mouth was filled with globs of the salty-sweet sperm. I eagerly swallowed and continued sucking. I could feel my cock growing hard again and reached back to stroke it.

However, when Grandma noticed me touching myself, she spun around, lifting one leg then the other, shifting her weight and then easing back down on top of me in reverse. She pressed her pussy back down into my face, but now she was backwards, facing my cock. She bent down and without warning, sucked my semi-rigid dick into her mouth. She was incredible. Her lips, her tongue, the motion. I began rocking my hips in tandem with her motions and felt my cock responding, growing harder and longer. She pushed down hard and I heard a guttural gagging sound as my cock pushed into her throat. The tight muscles of her throat contracted around the swollen head of my cock, trying to swallow it again and again.

All the while, I was lapping and sucking her pussy. I had sucked all of my cum out of her, but she was still dripping wet. As I continued to eat her out, I found a small nub and bore down on it hard. I was pleased to feel Grandma's entire body quiver, so I did it again. Her thighs squeeze and shuttered as I sucked her little fleshy clit. And then, without warning, my mouth was flooded with a hot rush of sticky fluid. It gushed out of her in strong streams, filling my mouth, then spilling down my face. Her body shook and she continued to squirt. I swallowed as much as I could, but there was simply too much. It soaked her pubic hair. It coated my face, my eyes, ran down the sides of my face into my ears. At the same time, as she was gushing into my face, I had my second orgasm of the night and felt my cock explode in waves of pleasure. Her lips stayed wrapped around the base of my shaft, my cock deep in her mouth. I felt her tongue gently rubbing the underside of my cock as it spurted directly into her throat.

My own body shuttered as I lay under my naked grandma, her pussy dripping into my mouth and my penis convulsing inside hers. There was no doubt that she was completely in control of this situation. I wondered how long we would stay like this. She was still softly sucking on my cock as if trying to milk every last drop. I too, continued to slowly lick her pussy, flicking the tip of her clit with my tongue and enjoying the slight twitch it produced from her legs. Slowly I reached my hands up and began once again to caress her plump ass, running my hands over the smooth, cool skin, then squeezing hard and feeling the delicious squish. I looked up and admired the view of this old woman's ass in my face. Pale, milky white skin. Thick white pubic hair. I used both hands to gently part her ass cheeks, exposing her asshole. The absurdity of the moment flashed in my mind. I was inches away from my grandmother's ass, spreading her cheeks and admiring her asshole. It was a tight, pink starfish. As I watched, it clenched and then unclenched as if inviting me.

On a whim, I pushed the tip of my finger against her asshole and felt it immediately tighten. I relaxed the pressure and saw her relax. I waited a moment and then I pushed again. The same thing happened, she clenched tight. Again I released, but this time as soon as I felt her release her muscles I pushed the tip of my finger against her hole with much more force. my finger pushed past the tight ring of muscles up to the first knuckle and she squeezed down, stopping me from going further. At the same time she released my cock from her mouth and let out a a long sigh. After another moment her muscles once again relaxed and I pushed my finger further inside her. This time I moved slowly and got my finger as far as it would go. She didn't fight it. She just laid her head on my thigh. I could feel her hot breath on my cock. I slowly pulled my finger out and felt her body loosen up a bit.

After that, she began moving again. She lifted her head off my thigh and clearing her throat, gingerly lift her leg off of me. I stayed still and allowed her to get up. She stood tentatively, looking down at me then turned and picked up her robe. As she did, I sat up on the couch, looked around for my boxers and found them crumpled on the floor. I slid them back up just as Grandma sat down next to me. I was still unsure what mental state she was in, so I didn't say anything. If she was reliving an old memory, it would do more harm them good to interrupt her now. She stared at me blankly for a couple long moments.

There was an easy way to tell when and where she thought she was. If she thought that I was her late husband, my grandpa, at some early point in their marriage, she would call me "Walter". If she was reliving a memory from even earlier, when they were dating, she would call me "Walt". And if it was a more recent memory, during their last years together, it would be "Wally" or "My Wally". It was one of the tricks we learned in navigation these strange swings in her perception. Because none of those names were close to my name, "Bobby" or my dad's name "Edward", it was pretty easy to rule out simple confusion and be pretty sure that her mind was in the past.

She looked over at me and smiled, while I simply sat and waited to see who she thought she had just fucked on the couch. To see which version of my grandfather, Walter, she thought I had been. Then she leaned in an pressed her lips against mine, her hand sliding behind my head and pulling me in as her tongue pushed into my mouth. Again, I tasted a blend of my cum and her saliva with the slightest hint of butterscotch candy that she must have been sucking on earlier. As her tongue slid around inside my mouth I raised my hand and began caressing her breast. As I pressed the heavy tit against her chest, feeling the firm resistance, she let out a moan and pulled away from the kiss. We stared at each other for a moment, both of us slightly breathless, then, while still maintaining eye contact, she slowly closed her robe and tied the belt around herself.

Finally she stood up and turned to face me. She bent neatly at the waste and kissed me on the forehead before ruffling my hair. Then she lifted my chin to look directly into my eyes and she said words that made me heart nearly freeze.

"That was lovely, Edward." she said, and then continued, "Now you better go get cleaned up before you dad gets home."

I sat there, speechless, the implications of what she said slowly sinking in. She didn't think that I was her husband, Walter. She thought that I was her son...my dad...Edward. What did that mean? Was there a time in the past when my dad and grandma had been fucking? Could it possibly still be going on? I understood the irony, as I sat there with the taste of my grandma's pussy still on my lips. And yet, I couldn't help judging both of them. I was pulled back to the moment when she spoke again.

"Come on, sweetie! Go get cleaned up." She said and then turned and walked out of the room.

I stared after her for a long moment and then reluctantly, stood up myself, turned out the lamp and walked to my bedroom.