Grandma-no, I mean Francis, was a wonderful lover. She was horny almost every day. She had a very playful attitude-she wasn't too serious about anything. Now I'd always heard that older women were more "experienced" and could teach you all kinds of things. Well Francis wasn't very experienced. Apparently, from the few comments she made, sex was not a big deal between her and my grandpa, and what there was of it was a quick sort of "let's get this over with" in the missionary position. Now she was discovering a lot of the things that she had missed with her husband. And I was discovering along with her.
She was willing to try almost anything. If she liked it, she said so. If not, she said so too. The same was true for me-it was easy to tell her what turned me on-or what didn't. She knew I liked her in stockings and she suggested that I bring myself off by rubbing my cock against her nyloned legs.
She would lie on her back on the dining room table and I would put my cock between her legs which she would keep close together. I would pump in and out between her thighs while kissing her feet. I stroked her silky thighs while nibbling her toes, which made her wet. She enjoyed seeing me come all over her belly and she enjoyed having me kiss and lick her dainty feet until she was almost ready to come. Afterwards I would eat her or finger fuck her to a quick but intense orgasm so we were both satisfied.
Let me just say that Francis was very careful when we were in public. We didn't hold hands or give any other public displays of affection. I acted like a dutiful grandson and she acted like my grandmother at all times. No one had any idea what went on behind closed doors
On about the third Saturday after we became lovers we went into Dubuque as usual. We had lunch at a restaurant, and did a bit of shopping as usual. When we got back in the car to drive back the little town where she lived, she asked, "Could we go to an adult book store?"
"I was surprised, but I said, "Sure, what do you want to get?" This was back in the days before VHS and all pornography was either on paper or on 16mm film.
"I don't want anything in particular, I want you to pick out a couple of things. Just get two or three things that you like and we'll look at them together."
How many guys have their grandmothers give them money and ask them to buy some porn to look at together. I felt lucky-though frankly I didn't need any porn. I had a warm woman beside me who wanted to fuck when we got home.
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When I went in to the adult book store I found it well organized, well lighted, and staffed by two women in bikinis. A nice idea. There was also a big guy in black leather who was clearly there for security reasons. I picked out three magazines that reflected my tastes in porn. One was devoted to legs in stockings and pantyhose. Another was a story told with photos of a lesbian housewife and her adventures in the grocery store, at the hairdresser, with the babysitter, etc. And the third one was a magazine about women over 60. Great stuff.
Francis didn't look at the magazines until we gopt home, saying she wanted to look at them with me. We entered the house and we both immediately stripped, then sat down on the couch side by side and started to look at the pictures. Our favourite was the one with older women-and our favourite pictorial was of two older gray-haired women in stockings, being pleasured by a younger man. . We forced ourselves to hold back our desire until we had looked through he magazines, but we never got all the way through the stockings mag. I had the real thing, and I knelt down on the floor, and pulled Francis' ass forward to the edge of the couch before starting to kiss her hairy mound and to tongue her clit, all the while stroking her stockinged legs. She came against my face, smearing her cunt juice all over my cheeks and chin.
Three days later, I was ready for her to come home from work. We might not make love until later in the afternoon or evening, but we would fool around and get each other hot in extended foreplay for a couple of hours. I was wearing a pair of loose jogging shorts and nothing more when I heard the door open and I heard her call "Ray?"
"In here," I called form the living room.
I've got somebody with me. It's Rose, my friend from work."
Francis walked in, followed by Rose-a woman who I later learned was 55 years old. She walked in and said "hi", but as she did so I noticed that she gave me the once over, letting her eyes rest a little longer than was polite on my shorts. I had looked at plenty of women the same way, but it felt weird to have a woman do that to me. But, I decided I liked it.
Both women were dressed in their hospital uniforms, light yellow house dresses that buttoned up the front. They both sat down on the couch and Francis asked me if I could pour everyone a glass of iced tea from the pitcher in the fridge. As I went I into the kitchen I heard Rose say, Are you sure this is OK?"
"I'm sure," said Francis. "Are you?"
"I'm surprised but ready - yes, I'm sure."
I came back with the tea and handed a glass to both of the ladies. Francis said, "Sit down, Ray, there's something I want to ask you."
I obediently sat on the armchair and waited. " I've told Rose what we do here-how you make love to me and we satisfy each other sexually."
I was surprised that she had said anything to anyone, but I nodded.
