When I woke up it was dark outside and the lamps inside Frank and Anna’s living room were turned on. I lay on the floor naked and alone. Yawning, I sat up. The house was quiet. I stood and searched for the bathroom. I found it and, as I flushed the toilet, I heard laughter from the kitchen. I wandered into the room. Anna was sitting at the kitchen table in a gauzy bathrobe talking into the phone. She smiled and motioned me over. When I approached, she reached up and pulled me down for a quick kiss.
“Here he is now,” she said into the phone. “My big hunky stufmuffin.”
She laughed and grabbed my cock.
“Here,” Anna said, pushing the phone toward me. “It’s your grandmother.”
Surprised, I took the phone from her. Anna meanwhile started running her hands along my thighs, along my droopy cock, and up and around my ass.
“Grandma,” I said. “What’s up?”
Grandma laughed on the other end of the phone. “Honey,” she said. “You were out like a light. So, I cleaned up and came home.”
I looked down at Anna who had now started to lick my thighs. It felt like a kitten licking me.
“Are you coming back?” I asked.
She laughed again. “Not right away,” she said. “I’ve loaned you out to Frank and Anna for the night. I’ll be back in the morning to pick you up.”
Anna had now started licking my cock.
“Okay,” I said.
“You really blew their minds,” grandma said.
I laughed. “Yeah,” I answered. “And Anna is blowing me right now.”
I could feel Anna giggling around my cock.
“Okay, baby,” grandma said. “Have fun and I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See you then, grandma,” I said as I hung up the phone.
I stood up and Anna took her hot, hungry 58 year-old mouth off my cock.
“We’re going to have some real fun, Paul,” she said to me with a wide smile.
I looked down appreciatively at her impressive cleavage. Anna flashed me a wicked smile and raised herself up, surrounding my dick with her massive, pillowy tits.
“Do you like my tits, lover boy,” she said with a grin as she ran my cock in and out of her cleavage.
“And how,” I answered, feeling my cock stiffen in appreciation.
“Hmmmm,” Anna mumbled, licking the tip of my dick as it poked up between her tits.
“Listen, Paul,” she said with a catch in her throat. “I don’t want you to call me Anna tonight.”
“Okay,” I said, leaning back to enjoy the titfuck I was getting. “What do you want me to call you?”
“Hmmmmm,” Anna said with a wicked grin. “I want you to call me grandma.”
I laughed along with Anna.
“Okay, grandma,” I said, pushing her head down onto my cock.
She swallowed my dick and sucked on it. I groaned in pleasure. But, suddenly, she popped her mouth off my cock and began stroking it with her hand.
“Grandson,” she whispered hoarsely. “Grandpa wants to do something special.”
I just looked at her as she stroked my cock.
“Okay.”
“Hmmmm,” Anna said. “That’s a good grandson. Grandpa wants to take pictures of you and your dirty grandma together.”
I gulped. Anna started playing with my balls with her free hand. My cock was growing fat and hard.
“Would you like that, baby?” she asked. “Would you like for grandpa to make some dirty movies of you and grandma fucking each other?”
I gulped again.
“I sure would, grandma,” I said, swallowing. “I’d love for grandpa to make some movies of me fucking my sexy grandmother.”
Anna gasped. She stood, one hand still circling my cock. She gave me a wet, sloppy kiss.
“You’re so nice to your granny,” she mumbled, dropping her other hand to my cock. “You wait here. Grandma has some beer in the refrigerator. You wait here while grandma and grandpa get ready for you. Okay?”
“You bet, grandma,” I said, pinching Anna’s nipple through her bathrobe.
She squeaked in mock surprise, gave me another kiss, and then practically ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I smiled and shambled over to the fridge, my stiff cock swinging back and forth. The cold air of the open fridge felt good on my cock and balls as I grabbed a bottle of beer from the top shelf. I popped it open, took a long tug of the icy brew and poked around the kitchen.
Ten minutes turned into twenty, and I was starting to wonder what happened to Anna and Frank. Just as I was about to turn on the t.v., I heard Anna shout from upstairs.
“Paul. Can you come upstairs? Grandma needs to talk to you.”
I grinned and headed upstairs. Outside the bedroom door, I met Frank.
“Hey, Paul,” he said, scratching his belly. “Can you put your jeans back on?”
He handed me my jeans and I slid them on.
“When you get inside,” he continued with a smile. “You’ll see my camera and some lights. We want to make this movie really good.”
I grinned and said okay.
“Paul,” I heard Anna say. “Grandma needs to talk to you.”
I walked into the room. To the left was Frank’s camera and next to the camera were a couple of movie lights. Against the opposite wall was a king-sized bed. Anna stood next to the bed. She had changed clothes and now wore a non-descript brownish dress. Her hair was pulled up off her head. I noticed that she still wore her high heels and her jewelry. She had also reapplied her makeup. Her lips were vivid red.
“Oh, Paul,” she said as I entered. “Please, come over here. I need to talk to you.”
“Sure, grandma,” I said and walked over next to her.
Frank slid behind the camera.
Anna stood close to me, the both of us in profile to the camera.
“Paul,” she said, stroking my upper arm. “I have to talk to you about something.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Well, grandson,” Anna continued with a serious look. “I’m a little worried.”
“About what, grandma?” I asked.
Anna stroked my upper arm again.
“Oh, Paul,” she continued. “I’m afraid your grandpa doesn’t love me anymore.”
I was amused.
“Why is that, grandma?” I asked.
“Because,” Anna said. “He never kisses me anymore. And we never, you know, we never make love.”
Anna bit her lower lip dramatically.
“Paul,” she said. “I’m afraid your grandma is so old and unattractive that I’ve lost your grandfather to some younger woman.”
